#please dont get mad at this...

[coco6420]

PLEASEEEE you cannot convince me that Poseidon going "in all my years of living, it isn't very often that i get pissed off" isnt the same thing as your elementary teacher going "in my 20 years of teaching, i have never had a less well behaved class".

[dovewingkinnie]

she had a family that loved her

[rottenspawn]

hiii!!!! Could I get an VERY FANCY and apathetic killer reader x chance? :33 tysm have a great night/day!!!!!

Lucky Shot “You keep me going,fill my empty soul with love”

(I am so sorry this took so long I was tryna figure out how to write chance srry if it’s not good )

—>chance x apathetic killer!reader

One minute left on the clock,a last man standing.

you’ll find that gambler no matter what

He stares , you stare

why does he look at you like that?

a shot rings through the air hitting you right in the chest

the clock goes down.

10..

5..

1…

0..

*speed run into your next round as I give shedletsky backshots*

Yet again they get lucky and aim their gun at you

the bullet barely touches you but it counts enough for a stun.

while your stunned the gambler walks up to put his hat on your head?

You truly despised him.

you’ll get them one of these days

you’ll make a vow to that

[spineless-lobster]

Thinking about telestratus and teleneo and comparing them to each other. To me peisistratus is like the girl next door, he’s pretty much a family friend who telemachus grows closer with over time. He’s a young prince with a good head on his shoulders who is not only telemachus’ lover but also his closest friend and confidante. They tease and taunt and probably act a little immature for their age but neither of them mind when it’s just each other. After all the trauma with the suitors, the unending support that peisistratus gives telemachus is exactly what he needs. Those two hold hands in a spring field and out flowers in each other’s hair

Neoptolemus on the other hand is a fatherless war criminal who had a higher body count than most grown men at the age of 14 and has deep rooted trauma about the whole thing. I wouldn’t necessarily call him a “bad boy” though he definitely could fill that role. To me he’s kind of like a stray dog you find shaking in an alleyway that you look at with pity. His jaded attitude bounces off telemachus’ sheltered lifestyle that he desperately wants to break out of. Telemachus is fully convinced that he can Fix Him and he may or may not be right, either way they can both show each other the world for all its wonders and its flaws

Both of which are equally valid of course lmao

[did-someone-say-aliens]

okay so like knowing the cookie run fandom i’m gonna get absolutely destroyed for this and I MAY be a bit autistic but hear me out

I think that people are getting way too mad at other people for shipping certain cookies in the cookie run fandom 😭i’ll be so fr right now i don’t care if they don’t know eachother in canon literally as long as it makes you happy

as long as you dont ship adults and children and sibling and stuff along that nature of course OBVIOUSLY dont do that that’s terrible

like honestly shipping BEGAN because it’s for fun. it’s not the end of the world if someone doesn’t ship a ship that you don’t like lol, it’s just a game for fun! I like to have fun :] i like shipping characters in cookie run for silly goofy fun time.

ship purelily? awesome. ship purecacao? preppy. ship like- polyancients and a ton of other rarepairs? pureelderlily? awesome. Affocao? Affocara? Affouni or Affocream? I DONT CARE. literally shipping is for fun and it’s subjective, so just!!! have fun with it. be silly with it. get funky. get fresh. ship two cookies that have literally never met if you want.

AS LONG AS YOU ARE BEING RESPECTFUL AND SAFE you can literally do whatever you want. peace :D

[voltaical-art]

ohhhh blackwall is gonna kill me hes killing me

[xielianslver]

So basically my drawing app isn't working cause my computer is 300 years old so instead of drawing the Ro'Meave family like I wanted and making an animatic for them here's the family tree I made.

There's some details that get missed so zoom in ig I accidentally made Zianna's eyes green ignore that. Anyways I got their ethnicitys and stuff from the origin of their names. So yeah Vylad was named by his father.

also Zane has a cool scar on his mouth that shows his teeth. (you'll see that when I'm able to draw him, aka when my mom FINALLY brings me to get my tablet fixed good lord) also Zianna and Vylad have monolids

[tojisun]

dbf!simon is very much dear john by taylor swift coded

my goodness?? no yea absolutely!! im??? WHAT???? i cant move on, this hurts terribly

toxic!dbf!biker!simon was sent to me so i can hurt all of us and yk what? im actually sorry for this one because dear gods simon is mean

!! made simon unlikeable (ooc, even) and im really sorry for that; suggestive; age gap; power imbalance // biker!simon mlist // prev - 01, 02

simon’s late.

of course he is. when was he ever on time? when has he ever prioritized you above all else?

he said he’d pick you up at six and promised that he’d bring you the helmet that’s only ever reserved for you. it’s a pretty pink one with a little skull painted on the right top of the shell, personally customized by simon.

“reminds me of you, sweet girl,” he whispered the first time he presented it to you, grinning as though he’s the only man who’s made you feel special; as though he knows he is.

he promised to bring his bike because he said it’s faster; because he said he’s got somewhere to bring you. some place, probably in the outskirts of the city, where he can spoil you. because that’s all you are to him anyway: a secret. a fling. someone who he knows he can always turn to.

and you should’ve known that simon’s promises are ephemeral. that all that they’re good for is to make your stomach swoop and your heart flutter, long enough that when the betrayal hits, it hits harder. you should’ve known that his promises are but cacophonies that get smothered in the wind because simon doesn’t follow through. he never has.

but you never learn, huh?

too busy being in love, too busy being starry eyed. too busy counting down the hours, minutes, seconds because for some reason, for some stupidly heartbreaking reason, you think he loves you back. you think that he even can.

you think that once simon comes, he’ll be all apologetic, begging for your forgiveness as he whimpers his i’m sorry’s and his i’ll do better’s on your forehead or on your cheeks or even on your lips. that he’ll cradle you in his arms like the precious jewel that you are, careful and tender, before helping you get on his bike.

but an hour has already passed and the next hour is just eleven minutes away from being completed, still, simon has yet to show up. your messages remained unseen and your calls continued to be unreturned.

you’ve bitten your lips raw, not enough to bleed but just enough that you feel the sting whenever you sigh. you’ve taken to walking around the lounge area of the library to stretch your legs out and to give your numb butt a break, occasionally bumbling towards the water dispenser to grab a quick drink, because you wished that all these little things can eat up time faster. you wished that if you just distracted yourself enough, then time will speed up and simon will finally come.

still-

“hello everyone, the library will be closing soon. i repeat, the library will be closing soon. please proceed to the checkout for those who want to bring home items, otherwise, thank you so much for coming in today! we open at 09:00 am tomorrow!”

oh.

you gather your things with a sigh, pretending that the back of your eyes aren’t stinging as tears begin to prick and pool. you ignore your trembling fingers as you swipe at your phone again, checking to see if simon’s called or messaged, only to feel the remaining pieces of your heart shatter at seeing nothing from him at all. you throw your phone back in your bag before zipping it close and slinging it on your back. you stomp out of the library, your breaths stuttering at the weight of your heartache.

you fall into a quiet autopilot as you get on the bus and trek back to the dorms. you remember that your mom had asked if you were going to come visit soon and you decide that perhaps what you need is a change of scenery for now so you dig for your phone just to tell her you’ll be home for the weekend, dutifully ignoring the desire to check if simon’s replied.

(it takes a heartbeat before you do check, thrums of morbid anticipation being chased away by the lack of notifications from him. this seals your need to flee back home.)

you mumble a hello to your roommate and to her girlfriend before locking yourself in your room to pack a duffel bag. you continue to pretend that you are not hyperaware of your phone as you stuff your bag with clothes, your laptop, and your books.

a knock brings you back to reality.

“hey lovie?” your roommate asks, her voice trembling from exhaustion.

“yeah?” you respond as you pad towards the door and open it for her. she smiles when she sees you. “what’s up?”

“someone’s downstairs, buzzing for you.”

“oh,” you say because you already know who it is.

“yeah,” she replies, standing up taller in sudden attentiveness, her previous sleepiness dispelled at hearing the dejected timbre of your voice. “you want me to chase him off?”

“no!”

you cringe at the ferocity of your reply, which makes her flinch, and you awkwardly clear your throat when the moment settles.

her girlfriend peeks around the corner to check on you two. “everythin’ alright?”

“yeah,” you say, coughing. “i, uh. i got it, thanks.”

you wave off their concern as you snag your keys from the counter and slide into your shoes before taking the elevator back down. you worried your bottom lip again, your brows furrowed as reality rushed back into you—simon’s come to your dorm. simon��s come to you.

you play with your fingers as you step out of the building, your lungs constricting at seeing simon parked just a few feet away. his helmeted head is turned towards the entrance of your building, and even though he’s got his face hidden by the visor, you know simon’s seen you.

still, he doesn’t stand.

he doesn’t make any effort to come to you. so you stay there by the building, blinking your eyes at him, waiting for simon to come close. for simon to be the one to take that first step into apologizing—because why else would he be here if not for that? if not for a pitiful and pathetic apology which you will digest as you are starved of any inkling of affection from simon?

but simon continues to remain still and even if you are desperate for everything he has to give, a bigger part of you knows this is too much. so you turn, sniffling as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes, and move to walk back into your dorm building.

“love, wait!” simon calls, but you remain facing the building even as your ears pick up the sound of scuffed boots against gravel, speeding towards you.

you whimper when simon’s hand closes around your wrist, tugging so that you are facing him again. his helmet’s still on but the visor’s pushed up and you bite a whine when your eyes meet his stormy ones.

“i said ‘wait,’ sweetheart,” simon murmurs, his hold tightening before he tugs you ever so closer to him. close enough that you see the lines on his face and the lone scar that runs from the side of his temple before disappearing into the tresses of his hair. close enough that you smell a faint vanilla sticking to his leather jacket. close enough that you see a littering of faint hickeys on his exposed neck.

“fuck you.”

simon’s head rears, not expecting the vitriol from your voice. he barks out a laugh.

“where’d my sweet girl go?”

“i’m not your fucking sweet girl!” you snarl, shaking his hold off of you. “i’m not your fucking anything!”

simon sighs like you are being difficult on purpose. like you are the one at fault. like you are the one who made him wait for two hours as he hanged onto the promise that you whispered to him nights ago. like you are the one who didn’t show up and forced him to find his way back home even amidst his heartache. like you are the one who chose to fuck someone even when you knew he was waiting for you.

because simon knew. he wouldn’t be here in front of you if he didn’t.

and isn’t it almost laughable how you thought he was going to apologize?

“love, is this about-”

“just leave, mr. riley,” you breathe out, the fire of anger that burned within you was extinguished into quiet sputters of your agony. “i made it back anyway. you don’t have to be here anymore.”

simon huffs a humourless laugh, the sound almost resembling a growl instead. “oh, so i’m ‘mr. riley’ now?” he pulls you even closer. “what happened to calling me ‘simon’? or even ‘si’?”

he leans towards you, his helmet bumping your head. “what happened to calling me ‘daddy’?”

simon steps back far enough that your hand misses his head, a hit that would’ve been futile anyway given his helmet.

you choke on your sob, the sound ripping from the base of your throat and tumbling into the cool air. and even then, even amidst the display of your heartbreak, simon continues to just stare you down.

“fuck you,” you repeat, your voice a quiet rasp.

simon hums, his boots crunching against the gravel as he turns. then, he says, “call me when y’r ready to talk to me like a mature person, kid.”

you run back into your building, not bothering to respond to him or to watch him drive off. you barely make it into the elevator before you crumple to your knees, your head dizzy with the intensity of your misery, your heart shredded into pieces.

made myself tear up too yey!!! @prttyangelz u got me sobbing teehee <333

[coco-chip]

🤭💌 🍙

loves trials are never ending

The people wanted more and i have more!

in case you dont know this is a continuation of this post

i have so many thoughts about this au nyall,,,,

anyway heres a look into some of gyros day to day! he does have a job! not one he likes very much but its basically the only thing that keeps him from being a neet

he also has friends (shockingly) pocoloco and soundman were his friends before his obsession and they have some odd quirks of their own

[melody-busez]

I hate how there is so many theories about what Yellow actually is cause in my mind there is only one that makes sense... like let's get over them

•Yellow is the ACTUAL King in Yellow

this one just baffles me and I think it sorta got confirmed by Harlan Gurthie?? though I can't find where. let's start with the fact that having Yellow be inherently different or in any way "worse" than John completely ruins his character and storyline, throwing the question of what John would have become had things gone slightly differently out of the window. but setting that aside, there is NO way Yellow is the same kiy we've seen in s2. I refuse to believe it. plus, I know that trusting Kayne's word is dumb but he's very rarely outright lied and would have had no reason to do it in that situation, he specifically said that he was going to bring back John without his memories, "a lost and confused PIECE of the King in Yellow", and I don't see why he would have lied especially cause no one seemed to bring it up. ALSO Yellow remembers the Dark World while the King never went there to our knowledge

0% probability. I hate this theory

•Yellow is what's left of the King in Yellow, like a Kiy minus John

this one is literally the same as the previous one but I've seen many people phrase it like this. still, it would imply either that a) John is actually half of the King, which doesn't make sense cause it was always said/implied that John is a rather small piece of him. I always imagine him like 1/5 of the King? (yes I am at the point of unemployment and malevolent hyperfixation to make kiy fractions. don't mention it) or b) that Yellow is a much bigger piece of the King than John, which again would kinda ruin his whole storyline.

again, 0% cause it's basically the same theory

•Yellow is another piece of the King in Yellow, equal in size.

ok this one kinda makes sense, my only problem with this is that we've seen how far the King has gone to be whole again and I just can't imagine him feeling Kayne literally scoop another part of himself (straight after he kicked out the PREVIOUS part of himself that he raised hell to get back) and do nothing about it. surely we would have heard something from him in s3 and 4 if he actually knew someone ripped him apart and took something from him AGAIN. it's also possible that the King knew just how much more powerful Kayne is and didn't do anything for that reason? still, meh

30% probability simply because it's hilarious to think that the King just keeps losing bits and pieces of himself around and is currently furious about it.

now my favourite and the only one that makes sense in my mind

•Yellow is John, the same exact fragment, with zero memory of his time with Arthur.

this is exactly what Kayne promised Arthur and again, why lie? his deals are in bad faith and always hide something, but he never outright lied. also, it would imply that the actual King in Yellow, still in the Dreamlands, might not even know that there's another fragment of him just walking around on earth, AND it's just so much more interesting to think about how Yellow turned out if you see him as another version of John. it's the whole nature vs nurture argument, John met Arthur while he was relatively doing good and had a whole month in the hospital being cared for. despite everything, John had time and support, the two things Yellow never ever had. Yellow met Arthur at his absolute lowest, who switched on him the second he didn't act like John, and like two days later he was stuck with Larson (i would get homicidal too). John picked up his name and a vague notion of who he wanted to be before he even found out he was the King, Yellow was immediately offered two identities: one that aligned with what he was feeling, and one that didn't, and he clang to the one that made sense.

[theclosetedskeleton]

everytime anyone mentions that raz's VA also voices someone in helluva boss an angel loses its wings

[muchmossymess]

Im a body horror fan so when the lifers started beep booping I didn't think "oh haha they've turned into robots that's cute I'm going to draw them as robots" I thought "their mouths turn into speakers a la the gas mask scene in Dr who"

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i need to compile a list of scenes that wouldnt make sense if saiki wasnt telepathically speaking in them because people directly respond to what he "thinks", because its actually starting to piss me off how many people insist that he doesnt talk to his friends at all

[mcytegg]

if focus bans people using [CAR HORN NOISES] can the sticklers be their exception? can they ban like bfb, the empire, atlas, etc but let the sticklers stay bc jumper is squiddo's wife & rek is 4c's most special princess? ^-^

[mystiffox]

before jambound ch 29-30 and after jambound ch 29-30