#tag your favorite character

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[zyxwvutbackwards]

Having sad hours and listening to music when this pops up! I can’t believe it’s the first time I noticed they use the word firefly in the lyrics as a pet name - anyways, it got me thinking about what ifs. More specifically, what if the moment Mycheal finally became attached to someone, when he loves them as much as he can, when they don’t want to leave and everything is right, his person dies? The creator has said that when he reaches this point on his “affection scale” that his yandere tendencies would only be triggered if you tried to leave. If you left by dying, one way those tendencies could manifest is him being unwilling to bury or stray far from your body and feeling a deep, soul-wrenching upset every time he notices a new aspect of rot set in. In the hours following your death, as a yandere, he’d probably be in shambles - would he be disoriented enough to forget about rigor mortis? Would he reach for your warmth after stepping away for a moment to collect himself, only to return and find you devoid of it?

So many possibilities

Mycheal and Mushroom Oasis by @/deerspherestudios

[ricesinspo]

☆ — 'someone finally cares about you' prompts. by @ricesinspo, credits appreciated!

— ☆ —

[★] they wrapped their arms around you - you can't remember the last time someone hugged you like this.

[★] getting pulled aside while everyone else is yelling at you. they get you like none of the others do; they know not to yell.

[★] patiently listening to all of your problems. like actually listening.

[★] ^ with no judgement.

[★] they notice whenever something's wrong.

[★] letting you cry into their arms. telling you it's okay, everything is okay - and you know it's true because they're with you.

[★] letting you cry at all; realizing you don't have to hide your tears in front of them.

[★] "in a world where people don't care about me, i'm lucky to have you."

[★] ^ and then they're like "who hurt you" / "where are your __ i just want to talk" lmao

— ☆ —

[shoplifting]

Your silent protagonist doesn't have to use sign language btw. They don't have to write things down, either. They don't have to use language at all. Not every single person who doesn't talk can use words the same as you, or use them at all, so your favorite silent character shouldn't have to use what you consider a grammatical language to communicate in your fanart and fics. AAC exists. Drawing exists. Gestures and body language exist. Btw.

[joking-suggestions]

imagine your f/o admiring you with a lovestruck gaze while you're having a badass moment. like: "yes, they are my person."

[ch3rr13zk1n]

Lamperty hfjiONE

I also have multiple alternative versions of this image since i never know which version i like more!! (I have a problem please help)

Like and reblog or i'll force you to like Gnarpy or smth

[mm-lurking]

When the rain stops

I got soaked in the rain so I wrote this. Not proofread. Written with Blade, Al-Haitham and Jiyan in my mind but you can imagine your favourites.

Warnings: x fem! reader, angst WC: 817 — Nothing registers in your mind except the icy freezing water that washes over your body in large raindrops. Your fingertips are cold and rock hard from the downpour that has caught you halfway through your journey. The slashes and stab wound you have obtained from your body bleed into your clothes and the ground you stand on.

Everything feels numb in comparison to the rain. You’re trembling as the clothes you wear stick to your body and the harsh breeze that passes by makes it worse. The water has pooled around your feet, soaking through your shoes and no matter how hard you try nothing keeps the aggressive battering of the rain away.

By the time you reach your destination the biting cold gets to you and you find yourself stumbling in your steps. The loss of blood further exacerbates your fragile state. Each movement of your feet feels heavy no matter how hard you push through. The rain blinds you completely and your vision starts to blur.

Your knees give out causing you to go crashing into the gravel path. The metallic smell of blood mixes with the earthy rain assaulting your nose with the strangest odor you have ever encountered. Somehow, alongside the odor, you get a whiff of a familiar masculine scent, one that reminds you of him.

What follows are urgent footsteps and a warm pair of arms that envelop you from the back. Suddenly the rain stops above your head followed by a deep raspy voice you so dearly love to hear.

“You’re hurt.”

He says concerned as he discards his coat and kneels down to your level to wrap it around you. The additional layer of thick fabric greatly shields you from the rain and you can’t help but smile deliriously. Without a word he presses you deeper into his chest as he checks your injuries.

“This stab wound…who did this to you?”

You can sense a tinge of anger in his voice which further makes you smile. Something about him caring for you despite his reserved attitude surprises you. Instead of replying, you weakly cling your fingers on the thin fabric of his chest and lazily nod.

“Doesn’t…doesn’t matter…”

You mumble out and dig your head deeper into his chest. All you can think about is how incredibly warm he is compared to the raging rain that shows no sign of stopping. He wraps his hands tighter around you in response.

Then he immediately scoops you up in his arms making sure to avoid the injured skin before hurriedly walking to a place of retreat to tend to your weakened state. You’re cold and limp against his warm and alive body. Now that the rain no longer storms on you, you feel the pain of your wounds emerging from your throat as you uncomfortably groan.

“Shh…almost there.”

He responds soothingly to your agony. With the little energy you have left, you peek at the man who carries you so lovingly. All you can see is his sharp jawline and the popping of his neck veins as he looks ahead. You observe the rain soaks some of his hair and face, coating him with a glistening glow that makes your heart beat a tad faster.

“It’s alright…you don’t have to…”

He tries to ignore how shallow your breathing is and how your blood seeps into his own clothes. Your body feels more lifeless in his warm hands with each passing second. He notes how your tiny fingers have loosened their grip on his shirt and he tries not to panic at the lack of movement you display.

“Nonsense. We are almost there.”

His fingers almost dig into your skin despite the layers you have on. Even though his voice is unwavering and resolute, the pounding of his heart betrays him. Through the last few threads of consciousness remaining in you, you chuckle.

“You’re wasting your time on me…”

“Stop talking.”

He chides you and you smile. Everything is starting to feel more distant and dreamy as black dots swarm your vision. Your fingers that were holding onto his shirt so desperately drop into your lap and your head falls back. The sudden change prompts him to look at you and he feels blood drain from his face. You’re still like the waters of a lake with a tiny smile. He calls you out but you do not respond.

“Stay with me. Stay with me!”

He says with more urgency as he shakes you but only silence fills the air. There is a flurry of curses that run through his head as he finally reaches his destination and rushes to ask for help. When the rain finally stops and your wounds are observed carefully, all he can do is stare at your pale face in horror as your eyes remain closed and dried blood decorates your skin.

Maybe, just maybe it was too late.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

[za-vandal]

Exam stress got me tripping, here's some words.

Hot Summers

NSFW below, empty blogs dni.

Sub male x Dom reader (male aligned, can be read as strap.)

Dancing in the night, with the city far away as the noises of the cars get drowned out by waves. You danced, hand in hand, to the sound of water crashing onto the sand. A fleeting summer dream, made at the beach.

His hand in yours, your eyes on him. Slow breathes from the corners of your mouth, his little stutters as he demands you to handle him rougher, move a little faster even though minutes before he was yelping so loud. Screaming as he came on your hand, arching his back, pushing himself further onto you, such a sweet boy he is, so pretty and good for you. If the neighbours were home they'd file a noise complaint with how loud your lovely boy moans for you.

He tells you to bite him, mark him all over, push him over the edge. His soft little whimpers as you hit that sweet spot over and over has him screaming bout how deep you are. He cries about how mean you are when you stop, edging him till he kicks his feet at you, demanding you to Keep. Moving. Damnit.

Such a little brat he is sometimes, but it's the last day of the summer. Better enjoy the heat before the cold settles in~♡

[tragedry]

older sibling characters that have been dealt with the shittiest of cards in life, who struggle to keep their family afloat, who have witnessed grief and tragedy at a young age that will later force them to develop a hard exterior in order to protect themselves from the cruelties of the world. older sibling characters with a chip on their shoulder. older sibling characters who are overprotective of their younger siblings because they fear the world will be even crueler to those they love.

older sibling characters with anger issues and are meanspirited because they refuse to let the narrative soften them after all the shit they went through.

[painfullyprickedandticked]

“Striker is an oppressed minority living in poverty who probably has good reasons to hate royalty” and “Striker is a sadist cruel piece of shit person who murders people and enjoys it” are two things that can exist in the same character.

He’s not a hero and that’s fine. He doesn’t have to be. He can just be a dick who had one point.

90% of Striker discourse would dissapear if people understood that someone acknowledging the flaws of the system doesn’t automatically translate into them being a revolutionary.

That being said, he’s not a raging misogynist or an embodiment of toxic masculinity. He’s got a superiority complex, but it’s over other imps as a whole and not just specifically him thinking he’s better because he’s a cis dude. I don’t know where the idea “he’s become like Gaston” has come from, but that’s not the case.

Not saying he doesn’t target the ladies too, but within the series his victims are usually men, no? Only Millie was the single woman we see him directly fight. Him calling Stella a “cunt” is probably because he doesn’t like working for her? I’d call her a cunt too lmao tbf

also I have to say this because you people are so weird abt ace hcs

being repulsed by a sexual remark when choking someone or holding a gun to them isn’t sex repulsion, it’s called being normal.

some people already stereotype the canonical ace characters as all just celibate sex aversed, touch averse prudes. i don’t need to see y’all going onto posts going “striker is ace n sex repulsed” when he has NO pride flag and legit uses seduction to get what he wants.

[chiropteracupola]

granby + iskierka + keynes

[fist-of-vengeance]

so what do we think fiddleford saw when he looked into the gremloblin's eyes? dude was so traumatised that stanford "oblivious to my assistant's emotional turmoil" pines took notice. it's what motivated him to INVENT THE MEMORY GUN IN THE FIRST PLACE. I'm honestly surprised i haven't seen more speculation about this

[pr0cyon-lotor]

I feel like starting yet another unfinished fic :D

What AU should I write? Here's the selection:

Shen Jiu is forced to seduce his soulmate (SY) via dating sim aspects courtesy of the system

JiuYuan are rival peak lords and use BingFan as a sort of proxy fighters because it's unsightly to hit your martial sibling with a metal chair

Shen Yuan's obsession lies with Shen Qingqiu instead of Luo Binghe

Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu are courting and it's truly Ming Fan's problem (Luo Binghe is trying to court Ming Fan with varying success)

One of the angst prompts. Suggest which one because I will just put them in a wheel and spin otherwise

SY is a dragon with a scholar's wet dream of a library. He's also a pathetic sopping wet dog about Shen Jiu

JiuYuan in a horror mystery that focuses on internal conflict and has a twist I'm proud of (currently plotting it)

My favorite acid trip of an AU that focuses on the Shen siblings trying to reunite and their systems being massive haters yet they somehow get bitches

Shen Yuan is transmigrated in a beast taming peak disciple and his soul rejects it

Shen Yuan is reborn multiple times and loves Shen Jiu each time. And Shen Jiu is kept sane barely about it

Fluffy Scumcumplane hhrrrggnnng (I'm not normal about them)

Or I finish one of my WIPs

Edit: yeah I noticed that I wrote scumplane instead of scumcumplane. Whoops I was tired when I made the poll

[hooved]

i hate j*lian b*shir fans. he's like the spock of DS9 in the sense that literally all of you vote for him in polls no matter what the question is just because you wanna fuck this out of character version of him you made up in your head

[joking-suggestions]

do you ever experience the love for your fictional other like pain? you yearn and struggle because of the impossibility to actually hold them in your arms, to kiss them, to see them, to be in their presence and getting to listen to their voice, to melt within their touch. you struggle because you miss someone who doesn't even exist, but the pain is all too real.

or am I the only one?

[noriyucko]

hey guys what if. um. like imagine robot sweat but its like . the condensation from fans and internal cooling systems. or something. anyone