And we'll swim through the darkness just you and me
And the stars will cry and the sea will bleed
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Happy very early Halloween have a dp idea that won't leave me alone. I also bring along the wonderfully preserved bones of the many whales that fall into the deep dark of the ocean to never be seen again as an offering.
Idea:
Playing around with the blood blossoms cause illness and even perma death in ghosts from canon; as he's effected by LIVE blood blossoms because of his halfa status interacting with the pollen, when he goes to university Danny decides to get Sam and/or Tucker to press/dry some blossoms for him and he puts them in EVERYTHING. They act as a deterrent for ghosts who want to try and bother him at university because the ghost boy is so powerful he can resist the flowers now!?
I'm thinking he commissions one of those water bottles where the glass/plastic has stuff inside of the walls of the bottle and its just pressed blood blossoms but most of the ghosts think he's drinking blood blossom infused water.
Oh my god YES!
I also propose that Danny wears one of those necklaces that has a tiny pressed flower inside but it’s a dried bud of a blood blossom.
You could even grind the dried blossoms into a fine powder and incorporate it into various items like hair gel, nail polish, blush, eye shadow, or even hair dye.
With many heroes having died before and have since been revived by unconventional means, how do blood blossoms effect them?
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I'm curious, would dragon Price, um, really enjoy if someone touched or grabbed his horns?
feel free to ask him yourself, anon <3
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Could you please draw Wybie shirtless? I want to see more of his tattoos.
Aaa thankyou for the interest in his tattoos! - He has alot of intense unchill commenters so I won't draw him shirtless but I'll happily make a diagram for you at some point!! 😁
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i cant sleep bc im so nervous abt my upcoming trip for concerts and now im once again looking up joint range of motion diagrams and asking "what do you MEAN that isnt normal"
anyway i saw this image
and like, yes i know the top 2 rows are hypermobility things (all of which i have/can do lol), but the bottom ones?? can ppl really not normally do those things??? pls dont tell me ppl cant normally W sit or put their fucking. arms back 😭😭😭
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Michael would absolutely tell silly and pointless lies to seem cooler to his siblings. Evan believes them; Elizabeth doesn't.
Mike, angling his arms to make his shoulderblades show through his shirt: these are my demon wings growing in. they'll be full grown by the time i graduate school
Evan, nodding intensely:
Elizabeth: both of you are fucking stupid
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thanks to @rainsfalling mentioning how there should be a wkx cat story once and @antique-forvalaka introducing me to the name ‘mao wen’ for cat!wkx, i wrote this a while ago and now i’m realizing i don’t actually have anything else in mind for it, so i’m just yeeting this onto tumblr for yall’s enjoyment. (i can’t seem to tag either of you i’m so sorry :(((( )
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“Lao Wen?” Zhou Zishu says, blinking. He went to sleep with Wen Kexing curled around him. He has woken up to a much colder bed, because the only other inhabitant is a cat. It feels like the height of foolishness to address the cat like this, but… he recognizes that look.
The cat makes a little noise, sits up taller, and pats his face with its paw. Zhou Zishu winces a little. A paw is not dextrous in the same way as a hand.
“Are you… This is ridiculous.” He’s talking to a cat. What the fuck.
The cat rolls its eyes at him.
Zhou Zishu begins to sit up. Immediately, the cat hisses. “What?” Zhou Zishu hisses back.
With a very clear and deliberate look at the window, dark and cold since it’s still the middle of the night, the cat reaches over and pushes his shoulder back down.
“You want me to go back to sleep?” He can’t help the amusement in his voice.
Once again, the cat makes a noise. This one sounds declarative. This is, unfortunately, going a long way towards convincing him that it actually is Wen Kexing, wild as that seems.
“Alright, well, I’m not complaining,” Zhou Zishu says, lying back down. He’s too tired to roll over, so his face is planted into the pillow.
There’s another sound from the cat. Pleased, maybe? And then—
“Ouch!” Zhou Zishu hisses.
The cat has walked onto his back. It hisses back at him this time and gives him a soft whack with its paw. Stay down, he interprets.
“I’m staying, you bully.” But his irritation doesn’t last long. The cat gives a satisfied huff and then curls up on his back. No, Zhou Zishu realizes, not just his back. Directly over his shoulderblades. He can’t help but laugh at that.
“Alright, Lao Wen. I’ll see you in the morning.”
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