#trouble from the start

[ruporas]

thinking about wolfwood (ID in alt text)

[bluerosefox]

The MANY Bloodlines of Constantine

Those Constantine is Danny's dad and sold his kid soul because he thought he'd actually never have one and Danny is now the Ghost King so his soul claims are invalid AUs but learns he's not Constantine only kid (after a while Constantine honestly 100% thought he'd never have kids and never bothered with a 1st born clause when making deals, maybe some annoyed deity or powerful magic user made Constantine think he can't have kids anymore just to get back at the conman) and now doing everything in his Kingly power to save his half-siblings (can be other teens from other shows or movies or cartoons etc etc) because Danny is the oldest of them and really really wants to punch his biodad for making such a huge mess he has to deal with but Danny does get to meet and protect his younger Half-siblings.

Then comes the day he's celebrating one of his half-sibs birthday with all the others when he's suddenly summoned out of the blue and meets not just the Justice League but his, and his half-sibs, no good soul selling biodad.

Hello rightly placed aggression.... Once he takes care of that powerful evil spirit that's attacking earth first of course.

[lectern-fullcauldron]

my favourite bits from some hermits' first ever hermitcraft videos:

Joe: [very poor mic quality] "howdy y'all! Joe Hills here, recording as I always do in Nashville, Tennessee, and I seem to have found myself on the hermitcraft server, despite it being private and whitelisted, a testament to my ingenuity and the foolishness of others" GenB: "...Hypno, we've been hoodwinked"

Cleo: "oh there's a FUCK ton of horses over there... well, Joe's offline and I'm too shy to speak to everyone"

Etho: immediately just crawls into redstone and farms and gets distracted by bits of string doing block updates that he wants to figure out

Cub: "Land ho, Hypno!" a whole video of hermit chaos and running about with cub being pretty quiet only for him to unmute, run around calling everyone's builds beautiful and then add mineshafts to the Mesa before Mojang did

Impulse: mumbo, X, and tango doing their giggly impulse summoning ritual for redstone purposes

Xisuma: 48 seconds into the video, the active hermits (Hypno included) are plotting to hunt him down and kill him because they think he's afk

Doc: episode title: humble beginnings, episode opening: two and a half minutes of dramatic music as doc gives a third person camera tour of the server with the back of his head firmly in the centre of the shot

False: poor, quiet, wet cat just wants a job in some xisuma and mumbo led roleplay

Mumbo (this is the first hermitcraft episode I ever watched, btw): he's building a plaza and he needs the hermits to validate his fountain idea because what if he builds a fountain and the hermits don't like it? building is hard, btw

Gem and Pearl: in the pit, go. Get in the pit. Ok, now we can start

Keralis: "yo, yo, it's keralis", "no, I won't be doing a tutorial for this house because it's a pain in the ass to make", "me and survival is really shitty, it's not my cup of tea at all"

[kingkatsuki]

More fic ideas that I have absolutely no intention of writing.

Knight Bakugou who’s positioned to guard you. The King wants the best to protect his Princess, and Bakugou is the best. Besides, it’s not like the man had a choice, he doesn’t want to lose his job— or his life.

You hate to admit that Bakugou is good at his job, much better than the men that had tried to guard you before. Making it difficult for you to sneak out into the gardens in the evening to watch the stars, or to sneak into town for the weekend festivities.

You should hate him for ruining the routine you’d managed to work yourself into over the years, for stealing away the freedom that you’d rewarded yourself when no one else would offer you the same luxury. But somehow you can’t force yourself to dislike him, there’s something behind his cold and brash personality that has you inquisitive to find out more. Enjoying trying your best to rile him up or push his buttons— spilling your evening tea over his pristine boots, or dropping your towel in front of him when you prepare for your evening bath.

Knight Bakugou knows exactly what you’re trying to do, and he’s determined he won’t fall for your tricks— which is why he’s just as surprised as you are when he finds himself outside with you past curfew in the castle grounds watching the stars. But instead of staring up at the gorgeous night sky, he finds himself turning his head to the side to see how the moonlight glows against your skin. It’s just another thing that has now woven its way into your daily routine together, and as he walks you back to your quarters each night you like to fool yourself that it’s because he wants to, not because his life depends on it.

It isn’t long before the King begins to bring in suitors from neighbouring towns to vie for your hand in marriage. None of which are out of love, but a necessity to strengthen alliances between armies. Which is why it doesn’t matter if you even like any of them, because the choice won’t be yours. The men are scheduled to fight for your hand, and as you sit and wait for them to joust you notice Bakugou clad in full metal armour across the field.

The King positioned him as his strongest guard— because he is.

A man worthy enough to beat his strongest soldier is a man worthy enough to take his daughters hand in marriage. And yet as you watch every man come head to head with Bakugou he beats every single one.

And you think Bakugou has just beat these men because he wants to show how strong and powerful he is, but secretly it’s because he’s so in love with you.

You can’t tell whether your father is proud or annoyed at the fact, especially when Bakugou knocks the son, young Midoriya, off his horse. The man that you believed the King wanted to you marry, the most suitable alliance available.

It’s a few weeks later when Bakugou is sent away on a mission by the King. The head of an army sent out to pillage a neighbouring village who threaten to compromise the power of you’ve forged.

The morning he’s scheduled to leave is the first time he lets you kiss him, he lets you get that close. As though he’s wondering whether he’ll even return home himself. Standing in his quarters in the lower part of the castle, clad in your pyjamas and your feet freezing against the cold stone as he cradles you in his arms. Pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss as he finally allows himself to have you, even if just for a few selfish moments. Bakugou reckons it’s worth the risk of dying, to feel your lips on his again. A fellow guard, Kirishima catches you both as he takes Bakugou away from you— watching them ride off on horseback as you still feel the warmth of him surrounding you.

You stay awake each night wondering whether he’s even still alive too— whether you’ll ever see him again. The new guards are just as useless as before and you find yourself longing for his safe return.

It’s two months before your father has another man lined up as a potential suitor. Wondering who might fight for your honour now that Bakugou is gone, but you’re shocked when the King says there’s no need for such friviolity. That the wedding is scheduled, and it’s the right reason to strengthen the Kingdom. It’s not for love, it could never be when your heart belongs to Bakugou.

And even if you told your father about your feelings for his guard, it would be issuing Bakugou his own death sentence if he even managed to make it home at all.

But fate really can be a cruel, fickle thing— and as fate would have it Bakugou returns home the day you’re standing at the altar wearing a pretty wedding dress like you’d dreamed about, while you’re waiting to be betrothed to another man.

[noxcheshire]

I was taking a moment after finishing reading DP: agit , you know, just processing the adventure and the potential that this story can give to DP fandom when I suddenly got whiplash by a visual of that old video of some guy in a military vehicle and his dad yelling at him.

But it twisted to be Dan having destroyed half the world before Danny comes in with his hands on his hips like a disappointed/angry mom and yelling at Dan to stop trying to destroy the world again and Dan screaming back “YOU’RE NOT MY MOM!”

And Danny, not missing a beat, slaps back, “I AM your mom, and you will get down here right now!”

But I’m going to make this dpxdc cause I like it and no one can stop me.

So here we have Dan creating havoc, and throwing things, very upset. Being truly evil and scary; striking fear into the JL and heroes, when in comes Danny Fenton.

Not even Phantom.

Just Danny Fenton in all his small — taking after his mother — glory. He is walking in with hands on his hips in that perfect disappointed mom pose and glaring up at Dan.

Dan who was currently sneering over the heroes of this world, and either too cocky to notice the heroes attention splitting between himself and something else, or truly unaware of the human behind him.

“DAN PHANTOM!” Danny yells, “You get down here right now!”

The villain — Dan Phantom — spins fast in the air, red eyes large and loosing a percentage of that evil charm before it returns with a snarl. “YOU’RE NOT MY MOM!”

“I AM your mom, and you will listen to me; get down here right now!”

Dan, in a rather uncharacteristic expectation from what the heroes knew of him this entire three days of destruction, throws his head back and yells.

The sound was filled with teenage rebellion. And then, miraculously, Dan floated down to Danny, with a very upset pout.

[decarbry]

howl's moving castle au

[skunkes]

x

[loomingtwilight]

i love neuvifuri’s dynamic and relationship. like. imo they are the epitome of “we are inseparable, we are in love in every way, we are soulmates not by birth or due to fate binding us inexplicably but because we spent those 500 years being the one constant in each others lives and weve come to know each other the best, but we are simultaneously strangers. we never truly knew each other during all that time.“

and neuvillette knew for so long furina was keeping a secret from him and it pained him to force that secret into the light, but he knew he had to in order to save fontaine, and despite that he still wanted to do it as gently as possible. to make the trial the last resort if the travelers conversation didnt work. after the final events of the archon quest, he let furina go wherever she wished, he (if im remembering correctly) gave her a nice house and enough funds to do as she pleased and live comfortably. he used his new authority over hydro to give her a vision made specifically for her, the very first vision he has given out. he has made it as clear as day that she is welcome to talk to him, to ask to have tea, to ask him for whatever or simply just to talk.

neuvillette using those actions to say “i hope you let me know who you truly are, and allow me to stay in your life for as long as you wish, but i love you so i will not force you.”

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

1x1 | 5x20

[jkpng]

day 135/547 of missing jungkook

[youngyoo-apologist]

I really like to make fun of Cale for learning life changing information on accident. He’s always like “how did this happen, who could have done something that lead to this?”

Brother, you did!

[yutaan]

Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling, wielding their weapons of choice and sporting matching frowns!! I love being commissioned for works that I already yearned in my heart to make. What a treat. ❤️

This was requested to be a sort of follow-up piece to the piece I made a while back of Jiujiu with toddler Jin Ling! This one is meant to be the two of them later on, dressed to impress in canon-era. No matter how much taller Jin Ling grows, his grumpy face still matches his uncle’s!

[lunarharp]

memory & parallel

[grapejuicegay]

"We're the problem, it's us" - Pran [for @feralmuskyscentedhoepran]

BAD BUDDY EP 1 OUR SKYY 2 BAD BUDDY EP 3

[fallstaticexit]

Chapter Three Adie- Previous // Next // Beginning

[ghouljams]

Cowboy!Gaz takes Birdie on their first date and nothing illegal happens...

You’ve never been much for love, anything more than fun and it starts getting complicated. You don’t mean to toot your own horn but you had more proposals tossed your way than you did college acceptance letters the summer after you graduated high school. Your mom always wanted you to get married, your older sister was happily wedded to her sweetheart didn’t you want that? The stability of marriage? Wasn’t that why she’d had you competing in pageants since you could walk? Proving what a pretty little wife you’d make?

Gag. You didn’t have the temperament for all that traditional marriage stuff.

Your friends called you flighty, restless, ready to run at the mere mention of white dresses, and more affectionately: Birdie.

So you’re pretty sure it’s just attraction that clenches in your chest when Kyle takes your hand as you’re walking down main street. Neither of you really have a plan for the day. You’d only insisted on going somewhere with a different bar, not eager to have anyone you knew know you had a date. Not when it could get back to your mama. 

You suppose it’s not too bad that the next nearest bar was in the next town over. It’s a cute place. Neither of you know anyone, or which stores are good, so you wander and talk and just enjoy each other's company.

“Ok, least favorite subject in school?” You ask, stepping over a missing chunk of sidewalk.

“Definitely maths.” Kyle hums, you swing your joined hands between you.

“Maths,” You mimic his accent, “Hit me with an ‘ah-lu-minium’ and I might swoon.” You’re tugged against Kyle’s side, held close against the firm muscle of his chest. He doesn’t let go of your hand, just twists his hold to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

“Nuh-uh not after I had to listen to you say ‘crayon’.” You laugh and push at his chest to be released. “If you didn’t sound so cute sayin’ it-” Kyle grumbles, you like the way his ‘complaint’ makes heat rise in your cheeks, “You wanna try rural next?”

“God, please, anything but that.” You grin.

“That’s what I thought,” He meets your smile with one of his own. It’s easy talking to Kyle, it feels like you haven’t been able to stop smiling since he picked you up. Which is already a point in his favor. Another point: he doesn’t let you go when you start walking again. He keeps you held close even with the adjustments you have to make to keep from tripping.

“How about something to eat?” You ask, catching yourself from resting your head on his shoulder. Damn this man and his charm.

“Not really anywhere private…” Kyle hums, you shoot him a look and find him holding back laughter, “We passed a pub not far down, how’s that?”

“I’d have a drink.” Not too many, you remind yourself. You’re not supposed to start fights on dates. Kyle turns the both of you around, and you spend a solid second trying to figure out how he did that.

The “pub” is really just a bar. Which you could’ve guessed by the fact that this is America. They have food though, thank god. You lean against the bar to talk to the bartender and order. Glancing back at Kyle to ask what he wants. His eyes survey the bar, his stetson held low behind you. Covering your ass from the stares of the other men in the bar, you realize with a not insignificant amount of butterflies in your stomach. He smiles when he catches you staring, all warmth where he’d previously been as serious as death. That doesn’t help the butterfly situation. 

He must think you’re looking for him to pay because he leans close, his hat just brushing your ass, to speak low to you, “Go find a seat, I’ll finish up.”

You would love for him to tell you twice, but you nod and push off the bar to find a two top. He settles his hat back on his head with a wink. You do your best not to bump into any spare chairs staring at him. He turns to talk to the bartender, leaning his elbows against the bar, his shirt tight over his shoulders and around his biceps. You bump into a chair and catch him smiling to himself as you try and play off your stumble to the rest of the patrons.

You pull a chair out and sit down, happy to shove your face in your hands and take a moment to be embarrassed. No problem. You’re a grown ass adult, you can drool a little over your date. He’s the one being charming and nice and God you want his arm around you again. 

A shadow looms over you, pressing a hand against the table, heavy enough to shift the weight of it. You look up from your hands, give the stranger a bored expression. Men who frequent bars this time of day are some of your least favorite. Drunk and unkempt, isn’t really your type. Especially when they only seem confident enough to half insult you more than actually flirting. 

“That supposed to be your boyfriend?” You roll your eyes, you’re not starting a fight, you’re not- “He come in men’s?”

“I think you come in men enough for the both of us.” You deadpan, God dammit.

“Ah, that’s cute, you got a mouth on you.” He hardly seems phased, if anything he thinks you’re playing hard to get. You glare up at him. “Come on little lady, I can show you a good time.”

“Oh I’m positive you can’t.” You tell him, blood starting to bubble just at the edge of your nerves, adrenaline starting to pump excitedly. You’re not fighting, you’re being good. You’re not going to scare off Kyle. You’d never hear the end of it from Goose if you did.

“You’ll change your tune once you-”

Kyle’s fist collides with the man’s face, the solid thud as it knocks into his jaw and loosens teeth is sickening and satisfying. Your eyes light up as the man collapses and Kyle shakes out his hand without so much as a flinch. The bar goes silent. Your breath picks up, a smile splitting your face as you grab Kyle’s hand and drag him out of there at a sprint. Laughter bubbles out of you as you run. The crash and clamor of upset bar patrons filling in behind you. You glance back at the scene, at the grin that lights up Kyle’s face as he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder, barely breaking stride. You screech and do your best not to laugh too hard as you flip off the bruised and bleeding man swearing at you from 20 meters behind.

Maybe your heart clenches with more than just attraction when you think of the grin Kyle was wearing as he ran after you. At the laughter that he lets out hearing the obscene insults you throw back at the bar. “We can never come back here,” He chuckles, a little breathless as he fumbles his keys from his pocket to unlock the car. 

“Not the first time someone’s said that to me,” You tell him, letting him set you in the passenger seat. He leans against the top of the car, ducked to keep his eyes on you. There’s a look in them that you’ve always dreaded, but somehow it doesn’t make you want to bolt from the car.

“And I hope it’s not the last.” He tells you sincerely. You bite your lip to contain your smile. Kyle glances over his shoulder and shuts the door quickly, sliding over the hood to hop in the driver’s side. He throws the car into gear and peels out of town just as a bottle hits the ground you used to be parked. He doesn’t look the least bit bothered by it, or your eager rubbernecking.

Maybe running isn’t so bad if you have someone to run with you.