#in case anyone was wondering

[dkettchen]

Zoro def likes girls, def not just trans ppl who can fight him on equal footing hm hm

[staff]

tumblr tuesday: prancing ponies

We do love ourselves a good bit of equine-related fun on this here platform. (Context for the new folks—check out horse plinko or the unlikely hero Rich Strike). So it comes as absolutely no surprise, and with a barrow-load of delight, that we have our very own horse derby, courtesy of @aikaikaik. It's also #Junicorn, baby! And there's a lot of good unicorn art out there right now. 

Today, we honor the noble steeds and silly little trotters: a Tuesday for the ponies!

@artofmaquenda:

@theonlyturtleinexistence:

@swollenbabyfat:

@ferrymangraveyard:

@teacupchimera:

@nwmo:

@ormspryde:

@sketch-shepherd-art:

@spunchthegoblin:

[orbmanson7]

Have some Logan angst doodles from my sketchbook

And a doodle from the yet-to-be-released 'comfort' chapter of my fic, Malfunction

And here's a little happy Logan with some implied angst, as well 👌

[stellamancer]

(un)mentionables — fem!reader x satoru gojo

notes: real talk. i used to have this really cute light blue lingerie set and that was the inspo + aleks talking about gojo's massive dick ripping through lacy panties. that doesn't happen here, though, sorry lmaoo. uh. don't know what else to say. this is part of the infinite loop ficverse.

wc: 1.3k

contains: fem!reader (no pronouns or gendered language), suggestive situations but not anything explicit, pre-relationship (one day i'll write this established relationship fic for these idiots but not today)

You think you might as well be dead.

Ultimately, you have no one to blame but yourself for this; you should have known better than to let Gojo grab the spare water bottle from your overnight bag. In fact, you should have known better than to let him anywhere near your overnight bag. It’s not that you think him the type to just go rifling through your things without an ounce of respect for your privacy; it’s just that you know that Gojo has a knack for putting you in mortifying situations as if he’s being paid to.

“Well, well, well, what’s this?”

You whip your head around so violently that you feel a pulse of pain throughout your skull, but it is quickly forgotten when you see what this is. Gojo has certainly found the water bottle you’d offered him, but, somehow, looped around the bottle’s neck is a pair of lacy, sky blue panties that you’d haphazardly thrown into your overnight bag.

There’s little that you’d like more than passing away right here on the spot.

Gojo gingerly plucks your underwear from the bottle and shoots you a roguish grin, his eyebrows lifting suggestively. “Didn’t think you were the type to wear lace.”

You scowl and march over to him, hand whipping out to snatch your panties back from him. Surprisingly, he lets you, and you ball them up tightly in your fist. “You’re right, I prefer cotton.”

“Then where did those come from?” Gojo points at the bright blue fabric peeking through your fingers.

“How is that any of your business?” you snap.

“Just curious,” Gojo says nonchalantly. He’s still smiling though, and it annoys you.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” You roll your eyes as you toss the panties back in your bag behind him.

“And satisfaction brought it back,” Gojo finishes the entire idiom. Of course he’d know the last half of it. “Since you’re saying that, does that mean you’re going to tell me?”

Your eye twitches as you weigh your options. Refusing is the most obvious and natural option, but Gojo is nothing if not persistent. He won’t shut up if he really wants to know that badly. You don’t know why he would, but then again, he probably just would pester you for the sake of being annoying. Sometimes, it’s easier to just give him what he wants so you can move on. So that’s what you decide to do, looking away as you admit, “...it had a matching bra that was really cute.”

Gojo is silent. Unnaturally so. You would have expected him to fire off some wise ass quip, so this response, or lack of, is actually a little unnerving. Starting to feel a touch concerned, you look at Gojo, and though you cannot see the focus of his gaze with that blindfold in the way, you can just tell that he’s staring at you.

You’re not sure if you should feel proud over the fact that you’ve rendered the famous motor mouth Satoru Gojo speechless.

It’s over in an instant though, as his mouth moves to finally speak.

“Show me.”

His voice is low, quiet, as if he’d breathed out the words without even realizing it.

A strange feeling runs straight down the length of your spine, leaving you breathless, the staccato rhythm of your heartbeat almost deafening you. That was unexpected; his words, his tone, all of it.

You gawk at Gojo, trying to figure what to make of it, and he is still in a way that he never is. His lips are slightly parted, and you have no doubt that he is still staring at you, but you cannot even begin to imagine the shade of his eyes right now. Is it the bright shining aquamarine of the sky? Or the dark glimmering sapphire of the sea?

You don’t know. You don’t know. You want to though; you want to know. You want to rip that blindfold off to find out. You want to memorize every shade and every hue. You want to—

When you realize where your train of thought is heading you shake your head, senses returning to you with a start. You don’t know how two words managed to hijack your thoughts like that, but you will have none of it. Back on track, you demand, “Why the hell would I show you?”

Gojo’s lips curve upwards into a familiar grin, and you’re secretly relieved that he seems to be back to normal too. “Feelin’ shy? We’re both adults here.”

You know what he’s doing, but you’re not playing that game. There’s a lot of things Satoru Gojo can goad you into, but this is not and will not be one of them. “That’s beside the point.”

“Thought you said it was cute,” Gojo says, not giving up.

“Oh, trust me, it is,” you respond. “But I’m not showing you.”

“Why not?”

“I— Gojo, you can’t seriously be asking me this,” you groan.

“I’ve seen you in a swimsuit before,” Gojo points out matter-of-factly. “Is there really a difference between that and lingerie?”

His question gives you pause. Technically, you see his point. Technically. But he’s not quite right. “You are not someone I would be showing my lingerie off to. We are not like that.”

“Meaning you showed it to that loser ex-boyfriend of yours?” Gojo asks flatly.

You actually bought the set after you broke up, but Gojo doesn’t know that. “And if I did?”

(Annoyance, white hot and all consuming eats a hole in Satoru's stomach. He doesn't get why he's so mad. It makes sense. It makes sense.

You'd dated that lame excuse of an assistant manager for nearly a year, so it would make sense if he'd seen you—

Splayed beneath him. Disheveled. Exposed. Sky blue lace hugging your hips. A soft smile playing at your parted lips, kiss swollen and hungry for more, begging for more.

God, Satoru wishes he—

His entire body feels hot. Satoru's not sure if it's the rage or something else.)

"You and him aren't like that anymore, so I don't see the problem," Gojo says with a shrug.

If you could kill Satoru Gojo you would do so in a heartbeat. "Gojo, don't be ridiculous."

"Can't help it; it's my speciality," he says, cheekily sticking his tongue out. He tilts his head to the side, and though you can’t see directly, you can just imagine the expectant look in his eyes.

"I’m not showing you.”

Gojo pouts. If he thinks that’s going to convince you, he may as well quit his job as a jujutsu sorcerer and start a career as a stand-up comedian. “Do you really think it’s fair to let dumb losers see the supposedly cute lingerie when super cool and strong sorcerers like me get left in the dark?”

“Life’s not fair,” you dead pan at Gojo. Though it’s not like someone like him would really get that. “And he’s not a loser, you are.”

“Oh, so does that mean you’ll let me see?”

“I—” You start before grumbling. This is getting nowhere. At this rate the both of you will be bickering back and forth until the end of the night and you, for one, would like to have dinner (not with Gojo). “You know what, fine. I’ll show you, but if and only if, we run across some freaky-ass curse that melts clothes.”

You think your proposition is impossible. In fact, you're sure of it. So much so, that you think Gojo will call you out on it.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he grins with eager childlike excitement. "Really? You serious?"

You don't get his reaction. He does know that the chances of that happening are basically one in a bazillion, right? But then again, Gojo is a complete weirdo so you don't question it. Shrugging, you answer. "Yeah, sure."

Finding said freaky-ass curse that melts away just clothes sounds damn near impossible, so you don't see the harm in agreeing. There's basically no way you'll run into one, meaning no way you'll be giving Gojo an eyeful of your cute lacy sky blue lingerie.

You find out that Satoru Gojo must be the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet, because you end up eating your words two weeks later.

gojo why are you so pathetic lmao.

[zukkaart]

I think about that scene in flwogb where Zuko goes out in a storm to get Sokka the only tea that helps with his knee injury all the time. Specifically when my husband rolls over in the middle of the night and massages my hip in his sleep. Love lives in injuries and those who know them.

[nameless-is-nameless]

Sometimes you have to spend half a day working on a painting exactly two people in the world will get a kick out of (including yourself, obvs)

[manga-and-stuff]

Source: With You and the Rain Ame to Kimi to 雨と君と

by Ko Nikaido

[bearotonin-international]

Please enjoy this shaped beast with the forbiddenly boopable sniffy snoot

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I’m headcanoning that Arthur and Gwaine are both the type of petty arsehole to do shit they just know will piss Merlin off after an argument if it isn’t really a proper argument. Like debating over the best pjo character again and one of them clearly being wrong.

It’s all not particularly important, but it definitely matters.

He’ll boil water in the microwave for tea despite there being a kettle right there or he’ll put milk and sugar in with the teabag before the water.

Y’know. Like a madman.

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

Alex Turner chainsmoking & making beautiful music [x]

[gracie-rosee]

It’s been over five years since the end. Eight since we were first given them. I am still not over Rowaelin.

[twisted-in-underland]

Lilia: *sighs* Malleus got left out of another event. Hopefully he feels better soon.

Yuri: Ya’know I’ve been wondering something; You said Malleus has trouble with punctuality because he’s a fae right?

Lilia: That’s right, the passage of time for fae is different then humans. Why do you ask?

Yuri: well has anyone thought about just…getting him an alarm clock or something?

Yuri: Diaval is good with technology, right? I’m sure he could find some way to program it to upcoming events. It could even be portable!

Lilia:

Lilia: how did none of us think of that??

[chaos-otter]

If anyone needs to hear this today, cus I did, it's okay to be romance repulsed.

It's okay to tell the people in your life that you would prefer they not engage in PDA around you.

It's okay to not want to engage with media that centers romance.

Having boundaries is fine and good actually.

You are not being mean, cruel, bad, a hater, or whatever else people say when you put up a hard boundary line.

Please be kind and gentle with yourself.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hyrule flexed his fingers a little anxiously, feeling the cold sweat on his palms as Mo blared the siren to catch motorists' attention.

When they arrived on scene, they saw the patient in question. It had been a vehicle vs pedestrian. The speed limit was 25mph, they were in a neighborhood, so hopefully the damage wouldn't be too life threatening. It wasn't promising that the person was still down on the ground, though.

As Mo marked them on location of the scene over the radio, Hyrule stepped out, donning gloves and grabbing the jump bag. He walked with measured but fast steps, pacing himself so he wouldn't crank up his already fast heart rate. As he approached he could see the person was unconscious, laying prone with their head turned towards him. PD was talking to the driver, who was hysterical, repeating I didn't see him over and over.

Hyrule reached for a carotid pulse, and as he did so he saw the person's back rise and fall with steady breaths. Alive and breathing.

He pinched the back of the person's shoulder next to test their response to pain after he spoke aloud to get their attention. When the patient's eyebrows crinkled together in discomfort, he tapped in the same spot to wake him.

As he waited for the patient to rouse, he looked him over. He'd already done a quick visual assessment while approaching to look for glaring wounds and life threatening bleeding and hadn't seen anything. Upon closer inspection it looked like the worst external trauma, from what he could see, was road rash.

Before he had a chance to really wake the person up, though, he heard someone running over. He looked up to see--

Time?

"What are you doing here?" Hyrule asked, surprised.

"I was in the neighborhood," Time answered, eyes fixed on the patient. "Looks like a head injury. We need to get him to the hospital."

Hyrule blinked. "What--"

Before he could get another word in, Mo was bringing the stretcher over, and Time lifted his patient into the air to put him on the stretcher.

"What are you doing?" Hyrule questioned, rising to his feet, completely flabbergasted. He hadn't cleared c-spine, he hadn't finished his assessment, for all they knew this person needed to be backboarded!

"Let's check his vitals when we get moving," Time ordered as he and Mo moved the stretcher back towards the ambulance, leaving the medic behind.

A strange feeling was washing over Hyrule, like shock and hurt and anger mixing together. He marched towards the truck, debating arguing the matter - this was Time, he was his friend, he was a trauma surgeon. He knew infinitely more than Hyrule ever could. Should he really be questioning him? But he just marched in here and took over Hyrule's scene, this wasn't even an operating room, he had no right to be doing this. But he was trying to help. But he was doing it wrong.

Hyrule barely had time to climb into the back before Mo had lept in the driver's seat up front and slammed the gas. The truck tore down the street, lights and sirens blazing.

"Mo, what the hell--" Hyrule yelped as he nearly tumbled over and slammed his head into an overhanging cabinet.

"His blood pressure is dropping," Time announced worriedly.

Dropping? Hyrule looked at the monitor and... what the--

Why did the blood pressure read 72/98 with a MAP of 93???

Hyrule spent so much time staring at the monitor, completely bewildered, that he nearly missed the ambulance screeching to a halt in front of the emergency department. He quickly reached for the monitor to recycle the blood pressure and get an accurate value when the doors opened hastily.

"We have to move," Time insisted as Mo pulled the stretcher out, making Hyrule flinch back and sit on the bench seat so his feet wouldn't get run over.

"Mo--" Hyrule tried to petition to his partner, who clearly understood better than Time that they needed to actually figure out what the hell was happening and not--

The patient, his partner, and his friend were all out of the ambulance before the paramedic could even finish his thought process, and he hastily scurried after them. At this point it was futile to try and do anything anyway, the call had been completely hijacked and there was no point wasting time when they were at the hospital. Hyrule found himself simultaneously questioning his abilities and sanity, and also wanting to grab Time and shake him.

Whatever arguments or resentment or insecurities he was building up, however, were completely obliterated from his mind as he watched Mo and Time march with speed and determination towards the entrance to the emergency department. Instead of pausing at the doorway to enter the security code and gain access through the glass sliding door, however, they just barged right through and shattered the glass. The cot bounced unceremoniously as they dragged it over the now broken door, and--

What the hell was happening??

Hyrule ran in to make sure everyone was alright and instead saw Time barking out a report as doctors swarmed around them. When the medic caught sight of familiar scrubs and faces, he froze, staring at Legend and Warriors, who were chilling by the nurse's station slurping on smoothies.

"What are you guys doing?" Hyrule asked, absolutely baffled. What the hell even is this day?!

"There are so many doctors and they're doing everything," Legend answered with a shrug. "We don't have anything to do."

"Well," Warriors piped up, waving his smoothie. "We do offer reactions when a doctor does something."

"His heart rate is dropping!" a doctor shouted from another part of the ED, and everyone's heads swiveled to look at her. "Get the adrenaline!"

As she spoke, another doctor pulled open a supply cabinet and procured an already assembled epinephrine syringe from the gauze drawer. Hyrule felt his jaw drop as she proceeed to slam it into the awake patient's IV, which was... kinked??

Legend and Warriors both faced the physician and then looked at each other with relieved sighs and smiles.

Hyrule found himself beyond words until he saw another physician grab a defibrillator for a crashing patient. He stepped forward hesitantly, only to see asystole on the monitor. Why was no one doing compressions???

The medic rushed ahead, glaring at the nurses who were doing nothing, and then froze when the doctor defibrillated the patient.

"Did--did you just shock asystole?!" He couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. His head was spinning, none of this made any sense. "What the fu--"

The hospital vanished. Hyrule's eyes opened. He was in a recliner. The TV was in some screensaver mode, and Warriors, Twilight, and Legend were all snoring on the floor and the couch.

Hyrule sighed, thankful that the world made sense again and then groaned, rubbing his face. He was never watching a medical drama with his friends again.

[unhinged-nymph]

He is too precious for this world !!!

Also TATTOOOOOO

[arcielee]

Just a note. 🎵

I hope everyone is doing well and is staying hydrated. I have been struggling to keep up on Tumblr as my irl job is requiring a lot of attention + I am in the interview process for a new job.

I will be traveling the next week, so I am hopeful to catch up on my to read: arcie tags, and maybe finish up writing some Osferth stories I am halfway through.

Sorry for the inbox spam late at night, this is all the time I have at the moment. 😂😭