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[skell-core]

òwó

[give-me-one-good-reason]

Mario wishes that Luigi might take things a bit more seriously when he's worrying whether Luigi is even alive

[osaemu]

yknow what. fuck it i'm writing makeup sex with streamer!gojo

[whoisspence]

i wish i could go to a peaceful little place and watch the sunset with him after a long day :(

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the same place. you always go to the same place when you want some peace and quiet from the fbi agent life, nobody knew about it, it was just a little spot that was only yours, with nothing on it but tall grass and surrounded by trees, you have no idea how you found it but you're glad you did, to you it was the best place in the world to watch the stars or the sunset after a long day of work, it was your little secret.

one day someone was already there when you arrived, a familiar face, that guy that you thought you had nothing in common with besides having the same job has him, spencer reid also thought that place was only his, his little secret, he explained how he went there often as well, but neither of you were mad the other was there, it was quite the opposite actually even though it was never in your plans to share that place with anyone, for some reason, you felt nothing but happiness when you saw him there.

after that the two of you started to go there together after work, hoping the others didn't notice you two leaving at the same time so often, after only a couple late night conversations you realised how good it felt to be around him, to talk to him, that's something you never knew by only working on cases with him, that maybe he wasn't just the annoying guy you worked with after all, he knew how to talk about things other than boring facts and statistics, he became someone you wanted to be around all the time and you started to feel a pain on your chest when it came to say goodbye, even tho you knew you would see him again tomorrow.

"pinky promise this will always be our little secret?" you asked him.

"i promise" he replied with a soft smile as he interlocked his pinky with yours.

you couldn't be happier that now you two will forever share a little secret, you couldn't be happier that now you two will forever share the same place.

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i'm sorry if there's any misspelled words and i'm also sorry if this sucks :')

[ghost-bxrd]

I did a thing Well, two things.

This is when Bruce dives into the cave's underground water system and instead of finding Jason, he finds a baby seal. I tried my best to give Jason a peeved but surprised look, since his midnight swim was rudely interrupted.

And here's a collage of Jason in his selkie coat, with the bottom right being it's disguised form. Is it obvious that your Selkie!Jason AU reignited the hyperfixation I had in middle school when I first discovered the movie Song of The Sea? Very much so. I love that movie with a burning passion.

OMG HE’S SO ADORABLE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I absolutely adore how you gave his pelt the fluffy white color of seal puppies, that’s just so cute 🥰🥰🥰💚💚💚 and the way it almost swallows him whole when he’s in his human form 🥹🥹🥹💚💚💚💚

Also you absolutely nailed the shocked expression and both Bruce and Jason’s faces lmaooo. And the way his fur stand up a bit at the top of his head like his hair does when he’s human—- *velociraptor screeching because of all the CUTE*

Bruce doesn’t know how lucky he is having a Selkie child istg 😩💚✨ (he absolutely does know)

[jocelynmakenna]

Matt’s face when he realized what sam was gonna do…

It’s kinda funny but then again I’m sobbing like a baby so maybe not

[mothratta]

wip ⚠️ 🚧

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry AU

Where Tom wakes up in a world as a canon fodder, no named villain who is fated to die a horrible death in the hands of the hero. He is that one villain that is just destined to die and oh boy, does he hate it.

And so, like the logical man he is; he decides to kill the hero. Or to be more precise, he tries to. But, he is stopped. No, no not by the hero. The hero is weak, still. He hasn't gone through his “character development arc” which happens after the hero's best friend dies. And you see, that is the problem. The problem is the hero's best friend. Everytime, every single time, when Tom is sure that he will be successful, that damn Harry Potter has to come running.

Poison? Harry is the one who gets poisoned because he decides to eat what was meant for the hero. Assassination? Harry pushes the hero away. A burning tower? Harry jumps in and saves the guy.

And Tom hated that guy. The guy who literally wasn't given a personality in the book. The guy who's personality was basically "sacrificed himself for the hero". The guy who looks at Tom like he knows what he is doing. The guy, Harry Potter was infuriating.

But does it stop Tom from killing the main character? No. Cue to him making the most convoluted plan there is to get the hero to die. And the plan? Get Harry kidnapped. And lure the hero into a place where he could finally get him to die.

Alas, as always — it doesn't work. And just like always, Harry Potter finds a way to destroy his plans. Again.

Because,

“I know what you are, Riddle.” Harry, with blood dripping down his chin and green eyes glowing (always glowing), says as he stares at him from the place Tom had him tied.

[sherlockig]

[moccasins]

it’s late. i wanted to draw so i searched through tumblr for inspiration and found a blog.

*points* @ask-the-cat-cafe YOU. i like your silly cats.

[of-fairys-and-tails]

A chapter a day!

Chapter 64/545

[silk-fleur]

New Year's Eve: truffle pasta carbonara, making a moodboard for next year, watching Sabrina 1954, falling asleep 5 minutes after midnight

[sojuyae]

no return

dazai osamu / reader + ??? / reader

notes: mild yandere themes, u drink alcohol, inspired by the manhwa 'a false confession' (massive rec hehe) drabble..? oneshot..? i don't know what to call this since it's not really fleshed out and not given that much thought so maybe its just a random blurb hahaha not proofread i just click post and never look back thats just how i am

the moment you step into the balcony, your legs almost gave out. your hand having to lean on the vine ornamented pillar as support. stillness draping over despite the festivity just behind the door.

just a few feet beyond you, stood your senior. even with your vision hazy and eyes half lidded, you think you can see his silhouette leaning over the railings, his back turned against you, coat billowing in the wind, tousling the hair of his that you've always wanted to tuck behind his ear.

he looks particularly different, today.

the man of your affections — whose hands that are always resting upon your shoulders, his touch lingering a far too much for someone who is only concerned about his coworker, muttering words of 'good job!' every time he looks over your computer to see the progress of the report he assigned.

he, who is always eager to bring you trinkets of all kinds after being assigned in a case, and if you had the ability similar to his, you would've caught on the fact that the trinkets are always given by him personally, rather than your unfortunate coworkers whose gifts are left in their desks.

yet frown would replace your previous smile once he pulls away with a pat; when you remember that everyone got the same gift as you did.

(oh, how you lamented every second that passes without him knowing how you felt.)

but that will change tonight — your intoxicated self decided to confess your long time admiration for your senior. 'and if he rejects your love, then you can just say that you were too drunk! it's easy!' tanizaki said so, as he handed you an alcoholic drink, and you shouldn't have trusted any words that comes out of the orange haired mans mouth.

even if the others knew how bad you felt about him, you prefer to believe that you could keep your feelings to yourself.

with a determination only a drunken one can have, you step further away from the loud music of the party and towards the man.

a heavy breath escapes your lips as you stand just a few feet behind him.

"sir," you first regard him with his title you've always used during work, and a part of you wonders if you'll be able to call him endearments you've always wanted to say after he accepts your confession.

you don't think you can look at him right now.

"i've been thinking about this a lot," you begin, hushed but nonetheless made for him to hear. "i, don't know if, i should really say this…" your eyes drift down to your feet, deliberating whether you should beat around the bush.

but you know you can't, this feelings of yours is too much; if you don't get to say it now, what will become of your sentiments? locked behind a glass heart that threatened to burst every time he's near?

"i really, really like you, sir." you finally say, your hands harshly gripping the sides of your clothes, scrunching them, wrinkles beginning to form on the flimsy fabric.

you refuse to meet his gaze.

silence ensues, the only sound heard; the loud rustling of the leaves against themselves.

"..."

ah, to think that you get rejected without even him saying anything.

"why?" he asks, then a hope ignites deep inside you.

"i just, really like it when you treat us kindly, you always go out your way to make sure i'm okay, your dedication to the agency is admirable, and i... just really like everything about you…"

"that's what any superior would do..." he replies coldly.

his words does not even travel first to your ears — it travels straight to your heart, so harshly that if it traveled to your ears first, you're certain you'd go deaf.

you stagger, the adrenaline the alcohol provided leaving your system.

then, he grabs your arm just in time, his bandaged hand surprisingly holding you delicately, as if he expects you to be gone once he pulls away.

"osamu. call me osamu, not sir." he says tenderly as he rests his hand on your shoulder, his arms coiling around you like a snake to a branch.

you smile gently as you bury your head in his chest. you can smell the faint scent of alcohol on his shirt, how strange, you've always thought he smell more like the sweets he'd always insist on eating. "osa—" the remaining syllables does not leave your tongue.

he rests his head on your shoulders, his curly coffee-like locks of hair tickling your neck.

osamu?

your eyes drift to his neck — are those bandages?

coffee-like?

dread fills your veins. dazai pulls back, your drunken haze along with it, finally able to look at him properly. his warm palm rests on your jaw. the dull brown eyes you’ve grown fearful of seems to reflect the stars, looking at you so, lovingly.

you don’t know what you’re supposed to be surprised of, the fact that a coworker whom you are scared of is looking at you softly, or the fact that he just accepted a confession that wasn’t meant to be his.

"should we keep our relationship a secret?" he asks with deceptive bashfulness.

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"sir..?" you stammer as you try to look in ranpo's viridescent eyes for an answer to why he's holding your hand tightly.

"i've always thought that you…" his brows are knitted, refusing to meet your eyes, his own narrowed as he looks at the bracelet that adorns your wrist, an item begrudgingly accepted from dazai.

(he wonders if you would be mad if he forcibly ripped its beads out of you.)

he clicked his tongue at his own thoughts, shuffling to get a comfortable spot where he rested appropriately on his office chair.

"since when were you both close?"

[industrations]

Weekend pictures <3 also long time no face on main

[iaxsl]

honestly i keep forgetting caribou exists. should probably start keeping tabs on him. also that suspicious tap that catarina gave to saturn...

[arrow90-art]

Knight commander Blackstar and her family

I love them ahhhhhhhhh