#may be a bit ooc

[bluedandelion1]

Hehe.

Ehehehehe.

I cooked some angst based on the Cursed AU created by @winterpower98 :3. Enjoy, my angst lovers.

[myuminji]

Doodles of loser behaviour (he gets kisses)

Another loser behaviour (he gets kisses, again)

they bring Roberto a headache on a daily basis

[ssalballoon]

i think they'd be very gentle with each other 🪻

[nerdpoe]

I wrote the start of pain because of how toxic Tim and Stephanie's relationship was.

"Why Bernard, though?" Stephanie asked, lounging on the couch behind Tim.

Tim rolled his eyes.

He was used to it; he knew that Steph like Bernard well enough, and that they sometimes conspired together.

Both he and Steph knew that they hadn't exactly...been good. For each other. Too immature, too soon.

It was an age-old fake argument they had for the sake of filling silence after a hard mission.

So, without thinking much about the rest of the Bats around them, he replied.

"For one, he listens to me when I tell him no," he said, referencing how Steph had held his civilian identity over keeping the relationship.

Dick, sitting in front of him, froze.

Then he slowly turned to look at Steph, body tense and eyes pissed.

"What?"

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

concept- a leverage pushing daisies au

Eliot Spencer is a pie maker with a secret- with a single touch he can bring dead things back to life. But it comes with rules: the second touch means permanent death, and if he doesn't rekill them in a minute, another life in the area is taken, as a form of balance, a life for a life. He learned these rules through an unfortunate bout of trial and error as a kid.

His gift was exploited by many people over many years, after all, a mercenary who can bring people back and rekill them with a single touch has incredible power over their opponent. Rumors of his abilities in both fighting and death are spread like wildfire, though nothing is said for certain, leaving his ability a secret for the most part.

When he finally finds an opportunity to defect, he settles down and opens a pie shop and only uses his ability to ripen any old or rotten fruit.

Things had fallen into a peaceful routine until one day he wasn't careful and accidentally brought back and rekilled a min in front of one Nate Ford and Sophie Deveraux. The two spend their time conning and taking down the rich and powerful, or more accurately, whichever of the rich and powerful they can take down with only two people. So with that, they offer for him to join him, opening an opportunity for more and bigger cons, and in spite of everything, he agrees.

Things fall into a steady rhythm for the three of them until one day they attempt to con an exploitive funeral director couple and find two recently deceased individuals under his care that wouldn't be under normal circumstances.

Eliot heads in and intends to revive them for only a minute but he's so entranced by the two who supposedly fell off a building after a parachuting accident gone wrong but were instead shoved off before they could put on the proper equipment that he forgets to rekill them, and the married funeral directors drop dead. Nate and Sophie rush in to the room to find Parker and Hardison, he learned thier names are, are still awake. Eliot feels immensely guilty if only because there was an equal chance Nate or Sophie could've been taken instead of the funeral directors.

thus Hardison and Parker follow eliot home and a series of conning and pining ensue as he cannot touch them or they will once again die

[preservationofnormalcy]

Hey folks! Norm here. The administrator council has forced me to attend a conference today, so I’ll be at the 26th Annual Abnormal Technology Summit all day today trying to avoid people. I’m leaving you all in Jenny’s capable hands.

[mr--kamishiro]

...

Rui shuffles into the doorway of his father's office. secretly, somewhere deep within him, he was hoping the door would be closed. that way he'd have an excuse not to talk to him. Pathetic, really. It was such a mundane thing he had to ask, and he would have asked his mother if she hadn't left for work. But the door wasn't closed, so he hesitantly crept in, softly calling out to his father.

u-um- dad-...? i, um- i...do you... have a second? i need, um...h-help with something...a little...is all...

- @junior-high-rui-official

oh! sure, son, what do you need?

[camellcat]

WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?

[pokeask-storytelling]

Poll to vote for their name is under the cut ✂️

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[blackbirdffxiv]

"Don't you ever worry about annoying people when you RT/RB old conte--" Absolutely not. Have absolutely no shame in reblogging content you created, no matter how old it is. Or content of creators you enjoy.

Encourage yourself/others to be perceived.

Also because I shamelessly love my blorbos and everyone else should perceive them too dammit.

[friendball-irl]

Behold: Pasta

[orchideae]

🎄🥳🥂Merry Christmas, everyone! If you're like me and you celebrate the holiday tonight, enjoy the festivities, the foods and the presents! I hope you guys have an absolutely wonderful evening and/or night!!

[fates-roll]

I don’t remember what the medieval equivalent of “oh god” is (i will look it up later) so instead i just put “BY TALOS THIS CANT BE HAPPENING!”

[bitternace]

i know ive already asked one for the spotify ask game but larxene/elrena and 12?

worry not!! it's all in good fun<3

i know i'm better off solo—shouldn't have to be this hard

[ID: a digital drawing of elrena and her chirithy from the kingdom hearts series. A purple light hits her back.

Elrena is shown sideways sitting in the air, expression blank. She has a couple of moles near her jaw and neck and a pierced ear. She holds chirithy close to her torso, chin resting on the top of their head protectively. Chirity looks up at her with a worried expression, one paw over elrena's visible hand, the other reaching towards their face. Their cape has a knot on the front.

the background is transparent with a dark blue block in place of the shadow they would cast where, faintly, the lines of larxene's profile hold a finger to her lips. /End ID.]

[ask-bellringer]

my wife (bellringer) has been at war (cognapped) for so long... when will he return (somebody play the ransom already PLEASE/lh)/j

I'm free.

... I ah, will be cleanin' myself off now.

[bakerstreethound]

Anything But Okay

Relationship: Loki x gender neutral reader

Summary: Loki comes to your aid while you're distressed.

Warnings: emotional distress, angst, mentions of blood, turmoil and a chaotic past

a/n: wrote this mid feels and very late so please excuse any minor spelling errors & the like. As always don't claim, copy, repost or translate to any sites. Heavily inspired by the song Are You Really Okay? By Sleep Token

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He heard the gut wrenching sobs behind the door before he opened it, the sight of you before him like a knife to his gut. Teary eyes, your hands tugging at your hair, covers tangled around you in a catastrophic cocoon.

You fought off another sob, sounding more like a wounded animal than a human being. You are tired, so tired if it all the expectations, the anxiousness brimming over, not being able to tell others how you feel. How could you when so many left and you don't know how to love in return? Let alone care for you know most only take advantage.

"Darling," Loki's brows furrow as he swallows, rushing over to your side, hesitantly wrapping you up in his arms, and thankfully, you obliged falling into him and his familiarity. He smells so good you can't help smiling a little, the ache in your body and mind subsiding for the moment. You were with Loki. He hasn't abandoned you.

"L-loki, shit I'm so sorry I'm fine it's nothing," you shudder, baffled he's still holding you, your tears staining the bedsheets crimson.

You hate when this happens, drowning in your own demise, leaving more scars upon your soul, on your bed. Of all that had to happen, you had to be born a freak, bloodshed your companion, offerings of red sacrificed in your name, yet you wanted none of it.

"Love, you're not fine. Can you tell me what's wrong?" His eyes usually stone cold around the Avengers are soft warm and understanding and you trust him, he's the only one you ever can trust.

You sigh, pushing the blanket off of you settling back into him as he adjusted himself on your bed despite the stains. "Heavy head and heart, the ghosts of the past keep coming reminding me I'm going to forever be alone and reminding me of all I lost. They tell me I can't know what love is, like walking a living hellish nightmare over and over living the same mistakes. I don't know who I am anymore, Loki, or what I'm supposed to be. I've lost twice before, Loki in the past I fear I may be time to give up. Am I so inhuman, so monstrous, so unwanting yet wanting love and care be wrong? What's to become of me, to us?"

Loki says nothing and another sob breaks free your shoulders shaking. Years of tormenting yourself not crying haven't helped matters and you always thought tears weak, especially yours now staining your arms red.

Why couldn't you for once be normal, not a freak an anomaly always passed over and forgotten? That is a fine line isn't it? Wanting certain love and care but not believing yourself worthy and bokting when you realize you can't reciprocate jn the manner they want.

But Loki....he is always there for you, you grew to love him and he for you, but times like these when you're thrown back to your past shackled to the torment your demons feed upon, he's there soothing you with another story.

He begins calm cool collected, lressing a kiss to your temple, arms wrapping around yoir waist and you can feel the steady beating of his heart, tethering you to the present, away from your treacherous worthless past where everything was grey and red until he arrived.

"Let me take us back to those autumn days we laid on the orchard, watching the stars and making fun of Thor and betting how fast he could fly across the sky. The picnics Freya would make watching after us long after we came back to the palace late, a knowing look in her eyes as she gave us wine before wishing us well. She adores you, loves you like her own."

"She always gave us wonderful picnics."

"You know she did prep them all her own, never let anyone else help her besides me, when she requested special wine."

A gentle quiet falls between you before you speak. "I miss her. She was always so gracious and you cared about her a lot."

He smiles softly turning you to face him, his skin cool against yours. "I loved her truly, she was a good mother to me, always encouraged me to find the right companion; one who made my mischievous heart take flight."

"Well you got a marvelous screw up."

His lips purse into a thin line. "Not a chance." He presses his lips against yours and you lose yourself to him, your achy heart resting against his thumping strong in his chest. "You don't have to be okay all of the time, love. It's okay to ask for help." He praises giving you a chance to breath before asking."Now, how is my favorite person?"

"Much better than okay now." Your cup his fave, eyes full of tears yet again pressing your lips against his, embracing the fall knowing he'll catch you no matter what despite your faults, your fears, and your past.