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[the-ship-maker-2]

NinaJeff headcanons please? Can be anything, your choice.

NinaJeff HCs

-scary dog privileges

-nina does make up on him and he rocks eye liner

-she also drags him along to scene concerts

- yes they steal merch

-Jeff is the only one who can keep Nina in check

-Nina is the only one who can calm him down

-they're not the healthiest by any means but they are cute together when they're not screaming at each other

-Nina is a lot more crazier than he is

-Jeff accepted his insanity long ago

-they are the couple who act like they're too cool for you

I hope you like these and feel free to ask again

[yakuza-death-note-au]

A Takayuki Yagami moodboard.

[project-rosewood-476]

A Young!Tabby x Toby au moodboard

[things-my-bofyfriend-has-said]

"He's about as useful as a single square of toilet paper" ~my bf

[wintfleur]

Hi lovely’s ! I miss my moots, let’s talk ฅ́˘ฅ̀

[saving-childhood-1]

Tavern Dance

Summary: Waylen brings Alistair out of his shell through dance, sealing their bond more.

Alistair Lynch belongs to me, and Waylen Ivis belongs to @asknicolaisdv

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” the 12-year-old boy asked skeptically as he slowly peeked through the door of the bustling tavern. Its wooden beams creaked under the weight of the patrons, and the air was thick with the smell of ale and roasted meat.

“Positive. Have I ever steered you wrong?” asked the boy with fire in his hair, his bright red locks standing out in the dimly lit tavern, as he grinned rather confidently.

“Yes, you have. Many times, actually! If it weren’t for me, we’d both be sitting in jail cells more often than not!” the strawberry-blonde boy, Alistair, pointed out, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and fondness for his friend, Waylen.

“Relax, Allie. This is one of our most thrilling ideas yet!” the fire boy excitedly bounced. The flames in their hair seemed to jump higher as his excitement grew, igniting a sense of adventure in the air and promising a journey full of surprises and excitement.

Alistair scoffed.

“Our idea? We were supposed to be gathering ingredients for dinner! You’re the one who dragged us away because you heard there was a party going on! Now I don’t think I could return to the market!” Alistair went from trying to hold Waylen accountable to complaining. 

Waylen rolled his eyes at him.

“Oh, come on, Al. Lighten up! We have all the ingredients Mom needs, and we still have an hour and a half before we must be home.” Waylen tried to reassure the other boy, looking at him with pleading eyes.

Alistair sighed defeatedly and looked down. He had always considered himself the voice of reason and a strong enough person to stand his ground. But there was something in Waylen’s tone of voice that was so emotionally compelling to Alistair, it made him falter. And when his stormy grey eyes met with Waylen’s Amber eyes, he knew he was done for.

He couldn’t say no.

“Alright, why not?” Alistair gave in with a small smile.

Waylen jumped up and down and clapped his hands, raising his flames even higher. His claps sent little sparks everywhere. Alistair could feel the heat radiating from his best friend, not that he minded a little heat. 

“But first, we must—" Waylen was already heading inside, his anticipation palpable, before Alistair could finish what he said. He shook his head and followed, his anticipation growing with each step.

Alistair’s anxiety sky-rocketed as he was being pushed and shoved his way through the crowd of people. There were so many of them! Alistair lost sight of his friend. His eyes were darting frantically until he landed on Waylen, dancing in the crowd's center. 

Alistair felt his guard drop for a minute as he stood there, mesmerized by Waylen’s flow and grace like a coursing river of lava. 

Waylen caught sight of Alistair and motioned to join him before Alistair shook his hands and head and said no. But Waylen was not having it; he grabbed Alistair by the arms, and before he could process what was happening, Waylen pulled him close while holding both hands and began to lead the dance. Alistair’s brain short-circuited, and his heart fluttered at the proximity. His face was so red he could have been mistaken for a fire genasi. 

The beat was a simple one-two-three pattern. Easy enough to follow. Alistair stayed close to Waylen, feeling shy and embarrassed at the number of people watching and most likely judging him. But when he looked up at Waylen, his smile shone brighter than a thousand suns, and his eyes glowed like a bonfire; it was all-consuming. Everything fell away, and he felt safe and protected by Waylen’s warmth. Slowly but surely, Alistair came out of his shell more.

“Come now, my firecracker, won’t you dance with me!” Alistair sang along as he spun Waylen around with all his might. Alistair’s laughter was reminiscent of waves crashing, and his eyes shone like lightning in a sea storm. 

The dance movements became faster and faster, with different stomps and spins. Yet Waylen wouldn’t let go no, never let go. Alistair hung on for dear life. Yet Waylen will always have him.

The dance was done, and Waylen pulled Alistair close. Everyone cheered for them while both caught their breaths. They could feel their body' heat and breath on each other. Oh gods, Alistair couldn’t help but fly too close to the sun. And Waylen couldn’t help but let the maelstrom of the ocean consume him. They leaned into each other and kissed.

It was then that they knew they would always love each other, one way or another, until the very end, celebrating their love in a moment of warmth and joy.

[the-ship-maker-2]

1) bitch- ayesha erotica

2) nirvana- PTV

3) even if I'm not with you-PTV

4) hell above-PTV

5) props and mayhem-PTV

6) stained glass eyes and colorful tears-PTV

7)I'm low on gas and you need a jacket-PTV

8) if it means a lot to you- ADTR

9) Bones- sail north

10) Leave her Johnny- sail north

@ask-nicolai-sdv @sanityshorror @coffeexmythos @krayolacolor @aurorauxx @creepypasta-shtick @fuzzy-robot @elxgantcaptain @allthingswhumpyandangsty @the-bar-sinister

Made a new post because the chain was quite long, tagged by @kyouka-supremacy tysm for the tag<3 this was fun ♫

rules: put your "on repeat" playlist on shuffle, share ten songs, then tag 10 people (if you don't have spotify feel free to just drop your ten fave songs atm):

1- Easier - SIAMÉS ft. Barbie Williams

2- Daybreak (새벽) - Dreamcatcher

3- I'M YOUR DEVIL - Tommy heavenly6

4- In the Middle of it All - Citizen

5- Holiday - Turnstile

6- PERFECTLY-IMPERFECT - UNDEAD, 紅月

7- Dulcería - AFI

8- 夢見るアーキテクチャ- 影片みか

9- Risk - Deftones

10- Hallucinate - Declan McKenna

No pressure tags!!: @afaintheart @dickggansey @knightzp @seri-tonin @gyagu @bienamados @volatilize @leoizus @angered-box @prettyjellyfish & anyone else who wants to!

[bonkers-behavior]

🐠🐟🐠🐟

Why pull a harmful prank when you can pull a poisson d'avril and fish react that man irl

[r4cc0on-in-tr4shcan]

HIIIII IDK IF YOU'RE STILL DOING REQUESTS BUUUUUT IF YOU ARE

Imagine a caseoh x reader when he’s streaming alone and playing horror games alone we like sneak up behind him and hug his neck or sum and HE GETS SO SCARED

LIKE HE ALMOST PUNCHES US AND NOW HE just kept apologizing endlessly and hugging us/holding our face😭😭

Meanwhile chat says shit like “THERES NO COMING BACK FROM THAT ONE” and “NAHHHHH ITS OVER FOR BRO 😭😭” "YOU'RE DONEEE 🙏🏻🙏🏻😭😭"

AHHHHHHHH YESSSS TYYYY I LITERALLY HAVE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT GETTING ASKS😔😔😔

(this reminds me of one @/aliamor did, i think thats how the user is spelled)

!!DID NOT PROOF READ!!

Caseoh x reader

Case was playing this new horror game that has been really popping off, for good reason too! Its a psychological horror and even from the beginning he was slightly creeped out, from the music that started becoming faster when in a dark hallway, to the creepy characters' faces. While Case was freaking out you were playing with Kitty and got an idea when you heard Case scream because of one of the characters showing up randomly for the 5th time. You put on some socks to be extra quiet and carefully snuck behind him. Chat obviously notices and spams "YO LOOK BEHIND YOU," "THERES SOMEONE BEHIND YOU," and of course "TO THE PERSON BEHIND CASE MAKE SURE HE DOESNT EAT YOU" and of course that's the one Case sees and reads out loud, staring at chat for a few moments until he slowly turns his head around. Before he can fully turn his head around he pinch the back of his neck, causing him to bring his shoulders up in reflex and also almost punching you. He sees it's you and immediately just goes "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY," even though your saying that it's fine, he just keeps going and stammering, trying to playfully stammer out his side of the story before hugging you. You giggle at him being so apologetic, you say its fine for the last time and assuring him that your okay, he goes back to playing the game, occasionally looking around to see if you're there. Your back in the room with Kitty and then you just hear Case yell out "CHAT RELAX- WHATCHU MEAN I'M NOT COMING BACK FROM THAT???? I JUST DID." as you snicker to yourself.

[retrorabbits]

feeling a bit selfish but someone please talk to me about this fuckass rabbit I need to hold his hand and have him tell me everything will be ok (it won't he will throw me into the world's most dangerous course on a dime as soon as I say I'm feeling slightly better)

[the-ship-maker-2]

Mayyyyy I request headcanons about Jeffrey Mason x Nina Martinez? I’m feeling silly tonight lol @killerlittlerejects

Jeffery Mason x Nina Martinez HCs

-im saying this now trash emo x pink goth

-at first jeff was only messing with Nina

-loved seeing her get bright red whenever he leaned in too close

-Jeff made the first move since nina was always too much of a stuttering mess to do so

-jeff is very protective. Always has an arm around nina or around her waist

-nina is over the moon and talks his ear off non stop

-shes usually the one to plan dates much to Jeff's dismay

-nina makes him win claw machine games for her

-she has a collection of plushies Jeff has won for her.

-grumpy x sunshine

I hope you like these and feel free to ask again!

[yakuza-death-note-au]

1) judgement of corruption- mothy

2) Control- Halsey

3) Blood//Water- grandson

4) Crucified- Army of Lovers

5) Monster- EPIC the musical

6) Mama- MCR

7) House of Wolves- MCR

8) Me Against the world- Simple Plan

9) You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance- ADTR

10) Master of the Court- Mothy

11) Last One Standing- Simple Plan

12) Natural- Imagine Dragons

13) Secrets- The Pierces

14) Pandemic- Teknicult of Flesh

15) Zzyzx Rd- Stone Sour

16) Survive- Rise Against

17) Hell's coming with me- Poor Man's Poison

18) The Fine Print- The Stupendium

19) Discord- The Living Tombstones

20) Save me- Unwritten Law

21) You're gonna go far kid- The Offspring

22) Be Nice To Me- The Front Bottoms

23) Toxcity- System of a Down

24) Brutus- The Buttress

25) B.Y.O.B- System of a Down

[project-rosewood-476]

At long last. Two years of waiting. It's finally here.

Hero/Villain duet ft. Tabby x Horatio. This was their so-called break up in 7th grade towards the end of their time working together.

Tabby and Horatio belong to me. Art, wording and animation was done by @wastelandcatartist and you should go check them out!

[kjuares]

Please don't ask me for any donations. Please don't ask for money. I don't have any.

[saving-childhood-1]

Quiet

Summary: Alistair may or may not realize that banishing Saorise forever wasn't a good idea.

Creidsinn, Alistair Lynch, Bastain, Saorise, and the Burning Rose all belong to me

Alistair heaved a long sigh as he slammed the paperwork he was working on down on his desk. He groaned as he rubbed his face and the bridge of his nose. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t focus on anything for long. The weary sea storm gray eyes looked around his quarters. Everything was exactly where he put it. Lavish royalty colors and a comfy feathered canopy bed that was neatly made. His rows upon rows of books lined the shelves that had been untouched for many years, save for the small stack of books on his desk. A single glowing lantern dimly lighted the room he kept nearby. His eyes finally landed on the empty chair across from his desk. It was strange not to see the peculiar ginger girl there. Jarring, even. During Saorise’s later years on this island, he had grown into the habit of taking her to the captain’s quarters under the guise of punishment when really she would practice reading aloud to him from one of his books or just vent about her problems at home or with Ethan. Alistair came to find out that he often focused better with some form of background noise, and even though he didn’t always understand where the younger girl was coming from, he had grown accustomed to the girl's presence and secretly appreciated her company and conversations. The Captain couldn’t stay still, so he had to get out.

The pirate Captain opened his door, expecting to see his crew slacking off or hear unruly laughing and conversations. Instead, he was slapped in the face with quite the opposite. He saw his crew working and toiling way in the hot Creidsinn heat. Many crew members were manning the lines, mending sails, or cleaning. Hell, he even saw Bastain leaning against one of the mains for the ship with his arms crossed and watchful eyes scanning the deck. Alistair would be pleased with this; instead, he was vaguely uncomfortable. This wasn’t like them. Being so quiet and obedient. Usually, he’d be yelling at them to quiet down and get back to work with threats of violence. Even when working, they were loud and obnoxious. Now, there wasn’t even a peep from them save for some casual conversations happening up in the crow's nest, but they were very faint. He couldn’t help but notice the gloomy atmosphere on his ship. How everything and everyone looked gray and miserable. Their eyes were sad and tired. Even Bastain looked quite irritated and serious. Did Saorise’s banishment affect them that much?

Alistair's internal turmoil was palpable as he grappled with a rising feeling in his gut. Was this what they called guilt? He rubbed his stomach, trying to push the feeling down, but it persisted. He continued to walk around his ship, inspecting the others’ work, but his mind was elsewhere, consumed by his conflicting emotions. 

He looked up at the sails to inspect the stitching done. It was sloppy but sturdy; it’ll have to do until he can get a proper seamstress to fix it. Alistair scoffed. Saorise could do a better job than that. After all, Bastain was the one who taught her how to sew. She was closer to him than anyone else on the ship. For a brief moment, he could almost see a baby Saorise sitting crossed as she was moving the needle in and out of the pile of sails that needed mending, with Bastain standing over her, watching to ensure she was doing it right. Saorise is talking about her home life or school. Alistair shook his head and pushed forward.

As he inspected the main masts, Alistair couldn't help but feel the absence of Saorise. The wood was old and worn from many years of wear and tear but not rotted. For a moment, he saw Saorise tied up to one of the masts, thrashing and screaming. He was thankful he didn’t have to deal with that anymore, but it was odd not to see her on the ship. Her fiery red hair used to be a beacon in the crowd. Alistair snapped back to reality, but the void left by Saorise's absence lingered. 

He went to see where the tangled and damaged nets were along where the cannonballs were being held. He cursed to himself as he picked up one of the nets and began to untangle it before growing frustrated and throwing it down. If Saorise was here, she could untangle these nets in no time flat. She seemed to have infinite patience regarding that sort of thing. Come to think of it, he taught her how to tie her shoes by untangling the ropes and nets and mending them. 

Alistair sighed and looked out at the sea. It was eerily calm. It didn’t the silence on the ship. He couldn’t help but see reminders of Saorise in every corner of the vessel. How could he not? She was a constant source for them throughout her eight years there. He didn’t realize it then, but she made the ship brighter and livelier. She gave the crew a much-needed morale boost and, daresay, brought a sliver of humanity back to him. Now, it was a stark contrast. Just then, he had a seed of doubt planted in his mind. Was it a good idea to banish Saorise from Creidsinn forever?

Alistair shook his head and began to scoff at himself for thinking such thoughts. Of course, it was! The great captain Alistair Lynch of the Burning Rose was never wrong! Truthfully, he didn’t think things through. At first, it was good riddance and one less problem to worry about. Besides, it made Ethan miserable and killed two birds with one stone. The cherry on top, Saoirse’s time was coming to an end here; if he didn’t force her to make a decision, she would have suffered a fate worse than death. It was for her own good, and she’ll thank him one day. So it was a win-win all around.

Yet there was one thing he didn’t consider until now.

How quiet the ship would be.

It was a stark realization that dawned on Alistair as he stood on the deck, the sea eerily calm. The ship was unusually quiet. The absence of Saorise's lively presence was a palpable void, casting a somber mood over the vessel.

Amid his reasoning of not having to listen to obnoxious screaming or singing her lungs out, not worrying about her hurting his crew and making a mess of his ship. He didn't have to deal with her defiance and attitude anymore and was one less brat to deal with overall. He didn’t realize how accustomed he grew to noise, especially the noise of a feral little girl.

Sure, his crew would be loud and obnoxious when drunk or working occasionally. Or when they were attacking other ships or when fighting Ethan.

But it wasn’t the same.

Not being able to hear Saorise's shrieks of laughter or squeals of delight. It was odd not seeing the little ginger girl anywhere or having her tied up on his ship anymore. He won't admit it, but she brought out some humanity in him, made the boat brighter and better, and brought up the morale of his crew. He missed not having anyone to teach anymore and having anyone annoy him with their problems and incessant questions.

            No, indeed, the ship had grown too quiet for his liking.

[morsmortish]

sometimes i’ll be discussing my life goals with someone and then have the soul-crushing realisation that not everyone’s dream is to become a tumblr celebrity