#this is for the...yk unhinged

[ronanceisintheair]

Robin watched the frustration ebb into discouragement and dejection, Nancy looking like a shell of the girl who was so excited to get the internship at Hawkins Post.

"Tom is such a jackass," Nancy ended with.

The venom in her voice had waned, though she let out a frustrated groan, tearing her eyes away from Robin as she tilted her head towards the sky, "the worst part is Jonathan...he couldn't see how unfair it was...the way they can't see passed the fact that I'm not a guy."

Robin nodded, reaching her hand out comforting; despite the name drop of Nancy's boyfriend...or whatever, "You're an amazing reporter Nance. Like serious shit, and I'm not just saying that because I like you," Robin's eyes bulged at the slip of her tongue, "I mean as a friend, I like having you as a friend," she cleared her throat.

"Yea, Nance you're amazing, a real reporter. Not just a douchebag with privilege, don't let them forget why you love doing what you do."

Nancy smiled, her cheeks blooming into a soft pink, "thanks Robs, I knew you'd understand." She gave Robin's hand a warm squeeze.

Simultaneously sending Robin's heart fluttering into her throat.

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Robin let out a low growl, the warning flowing through the silence of the night, before crescendo into a deep howl from where she sat on the roof.

She watched, ember blazing in her eyes, watching a sloshed Tom exit the building, none the wiser to his fate.

There was something of a wicked smile spread across Robin's face, showing hungry teeth; watching Tom enter the alley.

This was her moment. She pounced, claws clattering against rusty metal until she got to the bottom.

A menacing growl quickly transformed into a bark. She hovered a few feet from the drunken buffoon, her large frame eclipsing the moon, casting Tom into shadow.

"What the hell?" He asked, turning around like a baby horse, unsure of his own legs.

But she didn't give him time to register, lifting him effortlessly and slamming his back against the wall.

Loving the way he cried out in pain. Her snarling lips and teeth Meer inches from his face.

His eyes were widened by surprise and frightful disbelief.

"Th...thi...no," was all he stammered.

The smell and sound was distinct; Tom pissing his pants. And if only, for his sake, his embarrassment was enough to satiate Robin's hunger to see him suffer.

"If I hear that Nancy Wheelers name is still on your tongue,' there was a deep vibration coating Robin's words, her claws effortlessly digging shallow holes into his skin, the blood quickly soaking into his shirt. "I'll rip it off your tongue myself!" She opened her jaw wide, every sharp tooth glistened with hungry salivation.

[pestopastaenjoyer]

“Advance takes place before both adventure games!!1!!11” my brother in Christ. If this was supposedly set before sa2 then why would Sonic stay Super in space by himself for DAYS & come back w a solemn expression before smiling at the player to congratulate them for beating the game

[brokendoor16]

I know that this has probably been said to death atp, but the most heartbreaking part of The Final Fifteen (™️) is that THEY WERE BOTH RIGHT.

All Crowley has ever wanted is to run away with his angel, whether it's to Alpha Centuries or just Aziraphale's bookshop. He was RIGHT to say that heaven and hell are toxic. He was RIGHT to say that they don't need them. He was RIGHT to say that he's better than that, that THEY'RE better than that. Crowley's a demon for a reason; he doesn't have faith in innate goodness, he knows that heaven and hell will break their promises. He's suffered SO FUCKING MUCH at the hands of both, and watched Aziraphale suffer for heaven's sake, and he's RIGHT to know that they deserve better.

But as much as he loves Crowley, Aziraphale could never give up on something without at least trying to fix it. There's no way that he could've just left, because that's not who he is and that's not the Angel Crowley loves. He believes SO DEEPLY in the good in the world, in the potential for change, so he could never pass up the opportunity to 'fix the system' - to make heaven a place where no one has to feel like he did again. Whether or not it works (and it will, in small, seemingly insignificant ways like the scriveners getting new offices, and the rules on who can go to earth loosening, and that little bit of rebounding kindness cycling around and around even the most toxic place), he had to try because THAT'S WHO HE IS. He's an angel in the best sense of the word, and he was RIGHT that he could make a difference. And, as much as we all hate to admit it, the metratron was RIGHT. Aziraphale will be a wonderful leader.

So I like to think that, once they get past the initial anger, despite the heartbreak they're both feeling, they understand each other.

And they're proud.

Aziraphale is proud of Crowley for acknowledging his worth and, in a smaller, guiltier way, for telling Hell exactly where to shove their job offer. He's proud of him for knowing that, even alone, he's better than that.

Crowley is proud of Aziraphale for still being the angel he fell in love with, and he's praying to someone other than God that Aziraphale is making the Metatron's life HELL (pun intended). He's proud of him for his kindness, and selflessness. He's proud of his determination to break the cycle.

[queerofthedagger]

i love fingon so much just. he's so good and so reckless and he loves so fiercely it makes him do the most stupid shit, and in turn no one ever quite puts him first. I'm going to eat glass

[lotus-pear]

Chuuvia besties clorinzai worsties

so true tumblr user evilkaeya sry for the infinitely late response i had to draw their first meeting in my head

dazai would make sure to be on his best behavior around chlorinde bc she could fold his ass in a second

[kaltacore]

the way cole makes varric conflicted is so delicious i think. most of the characters are uncomfortable around him because they're genuinely terrified of demons and the fade and magic in general but varric is a completely different case. the thing is, he doesn't see cole as a demon at all because he doesn't want to.

he acts like he doesn't care about this stuff. that's a little weird kiddo around here and he wants to befriend him. teach him something even. why not. that's a little guy who's a little too good with knives and can't pick up a single social clue at the same time.

but there it is. the "he could have been a person" line if cole is made more spirit. varric is so upset about it because it's not like he saw cole as, well, a spirit who got a little too human. for varric, he was a human first, a weird kid second. the spirit part didn't even come into consideration because. well. it would make him question things. you know where it goes.

every time he starts bitching about anders he brings up justice. justice drove him mad. justice took over him. justice this, justice that. justice is a scapegoat because the thought that someone varric was friends with was actually willing to blow up the chantry and it wasn't just some evil demon's wish is a very unsettling one. varric's friends may be crazy but they're cool and make no irreversible life decisions of that extent, don't they? blondie turned out this way because he let a demon possess him and make him do terrible things. completely out of the blue.

it's either varric's ex-friend has never been driven crazy by some inherently evil entity and there was a whole other person around him all along and that anger he used to mock was coming from the same place as compassion's urge to become a killer or that little weird but kind kid he started to care about has never been and will never be a real kid. he can't have both. a bitter pill to swallow for someone who has never picked a side in his life

[qualityrain]

shes my collar (i’m the one that put it there)

[number1abbasupporter]

James and Remus bonding bc they’re both dating one of the black brothers

Barty and Lily bonding bc they’re both dating one of the rosier twins

[arthurtaylorlester]

same

[cupiddstarrie]

Does this need a pt. 2?

Text descriptions below cut in case you couldn’t read my hand writing (i forgive you),,

Cater: Today I will be trying the Grimace Shake!

Cater: Happy Birthday Grimace!!!

Hunt.slays: joyeux anniversaire monsier grimace!!

xXleonananaXx: I hope you get explosive diarrhea ❤️❤️

Juice_blastcycle: bruh aren’t u sposed to be painting rn 🤔

[sapphicnsh]

silly stuff from me n ghosts “portal au” which spawned from us watching too many portal and half life speedruns and also wanting to torment the Sillies. they’re trapped in a lab with no memories of their past lives and run experiments for the corporation that kidnapped them <3 also any and all glitches that can occur in the portal games or half life games can happen in the facility. moon keeps losing pens bc they clip out of bounds. sig discovers prop-hopping and thinks it’s the funniest shit ever.

also don’t you dare think about attempting to clip yourself out of bounds. trust us, that isn’t an escape from here :)

but yeah remove the robotic bits and that’s what they look like in streamer au btw. the company added those hehe

moon prebbty….and also under so much stress she might explode <3 tee hee.

[zeroistic]

the weight of my sins may mar my skin, but never taint my soul for there is nothing left but void

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princezam should get eviler as a treat!

[animatedrapture]

content - tw: suna rintarou x reader. biting. explicit sex, but more like cockwarming. bruises and kisses. mention of manhandling.

from violet: this is me realizing no one can do it like suna can.

it stings.

the way suna is sinking his teeth against the flesh on the crook of your neck—not that it would draw blood but enough for it to hurt.

to leave a mark, to make you whimper in pain, almost beg him to stop.

you don't, though. for the most part, it's because he pulls away relatively fast to lick against your skin, bruised with the ridges of his bite tactile on his tongue.

it's absolutely feral, the way he does so, biting harshly on your flesh then retracting it—only to nip at parts of you left unmarked.

despite the grip you have on him at every assault, fingernails digging at his thighs sure to leave a mark, there's no reason for either of you to believe you don't enjoy this; how rough he gets with your pliant body, because you're dripping and clenching around his length.

this. this gets you going, suna knows.

you would complain about the bruises, but a single peck of his lips against your neck, affectionate and wholesome—you're already breathless and begging him to stay, to kiss you some more.

for the rest of it, though, it's because you love this. love the way he manhandles you to his lap, pushes your flimsy underwear to the side and slips his cock inside your tight hole, warm around him and wanting more. more of his hands on you, more of his tight, rough grip to make you behave.

sitting on his lap, giving him bright wide eyes hoping he'd give you the more only he could satisfy.

he'd ghost the touch of his lips against your neck, breathing you in and there's a phantom pain of healed bruises that leaves you weak and sighing. simply drunk on his attention, on how you'll know suna would give you exactly what you want if you'd just ask—if not without his teasing first.

so you do it again. ordering him around, telling him, bite me, rin. make it hurt.

and it's always like that—on your neck, on your thighs—make it hurt, you'll say.

it's obvious that suna has the upperhand like this, except that all he does, he does for you.

but you must've made a crazed man out of him, he thinks. why else would he love seeing you full of bruises from the bites you ask for?

ones he so willingly gives.

[fannyyann]

i am being soooooo normal about this

[brainyrot]

I'm not too good with backgrounds but hey I liked how bendy just burned an orphanage because why not

[hyperactivewhore]

Listen I absolutely adore Elena, but it's absolutely insane to me how she was okay with murdering Kol, knowing that would kill hundreds of vampires who did absolutely nothing to her, for a cure that sounded straight out of a fairytale.