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[meimi-haneoka]

September 18th: Happy Birthday Akiho!!! (2)

[salamispots]

dream from several days ago

[kunikiiida-kuuun]

Compilation of some of my favorite Kunikida BSD wan moments

1. Kunikida and Atsushi going camping together on a father-son bonding trip

2.1. Kunikida's dream Armed Detective Agency

2.2. Kunikida getting drunk and ripping off his sleeves

3. Kunikida concerned when 'Dazai' texted "I want to die" and trying to reach out to him.

3. Planning a beach trip for the agency, truly the leader.

4. Kunimom

Bonus: Dazai wants to hypnotize Kunikida and reverse his personality and imagines a "relaxed" Kunikida.

[mintygreencake]

Casual face reveal because why not 😭

Also hey I cosplayed Charlie finally after like a good four months of straight up bugging 🙏🏽

[itsallaboutbl]

you know i've always known that sending smoke to someone's face means 1 of 2 things. either you want to tell them to fuck off OR you want to fuck them

[weaveandwood]

I’m going to reblog so much stuff (I’m sorry)

[seiwas]

conversations on love #3 (gojo x reader) lil snippet sneakpeak!

Print photos aren’t as important anymore when cloud storage spaces are just as–if not more–accessible, but Gojo is admittedly sentimental despite every front he puts up to hide it. 

He’s kept every single gift you’ve given him and camouflaged it as decoration in his office, and the family drawing 10-year-old Tsumiki made is still folded between the pages of a self-help book Yaga gave him when he first decided to teach. 

When every moment is experienced so vividly, seen through a muddle of infinite energies, there are those he wishes could stay still—ones that take up space to remind him: ‘this is real, it happened, and because of it your life is irrevocably changed’.

For the longest time, Gojo has kept a photo hidden, locked away in the drawer by his bedside as if keeping it there means the memory will stay guarded forever—untouched, unspoiled, unruined.

It becomes clearer to him then, by the look in your eyes and remembrance soft-spoken, that what good is a photo unseen? 

What good is a love unwitnessed?

[brynn-lear]

I never got too deep into enstars but there are days where I miss Mama 😔

[nonomikun]

human stickvin??!!1!1!!1 😚😌

[taeyungie]

😺

[coiledqueen]

Lucy perches behind the shoddy card table, thoroughly resigned to her fate as she scratches out another autograph. (At this point, her 'signature' consists of an 'L' with a swiped line through it--but the eager trainers waiting in line for the Frontier Brain don't seem to care. There are so many of them.)

Scott had always insisted that the Pike Queen had fans, and today proved that he was right. How many people had come up raving, stuttering, nervously petting the plush Seviper sitting on the table next to her? Lucy had lost count within the hour--wherever this is, she's doing numbers.

As much as her wrist stings, as hot and as stifling as it is out here...Lucy pushes forward with a set jaw, pausing to pull from her flask while wicking sweat off her forehead. After all, her word is still golden, and one lost bet against the boss man equals one public appearance for some prime Battle Frontier PR... (The Pike Queen could be buying in a bit more--maybe actually smiling while she signed, for instance--but hey. Scott knows better than to push his luck.)

[organised-disaster]

I just bought the whole pack for Outer Wilds because it was on sale and I'm already having so much FUN!!! I've experienced hilarious situations such as:

Anti-gravity cave! Yay! Down I go and off to the spot that requires repairs! Matching velocity and wait stop why is it moving away come back why am I spinning dear God no eeeesaaauuuuggggggGGGHHHH

Ew ew EW Dark Bramble Seed Ew Ew Ew oh no no mo MY SCOUT MY SCOUT THE ANGLERFOSH NONKNONKOOOOONOOO

To the geysers! And in I g- [blrbrlrbrlebrlblrlggh] oh yaya! A crystal like in the observatory! And it's got its own signal! Quantum displacement? What happens if i- [is subjected to the nightmare chorus] oh

And now we leave planet! Oh a roll function? What does that do? Let's find ou- [timeskip ten seconds, screaming as I spiral out of control into the gravitational pull of the sun]

Oho the universe locator!!! And there is Giant's Deep and the Sun and NOT the eye of the universe teehee and eugh [said with utter contempt] dark bramble

WHERE ARE YOU MYSTERY WHISTLE MAN. I WILL LOCATE YOU BY GETTING UP HIGH ENOUGH AND [exits Atterlock's orbit] oh no. guck. oh heaven help me. please no

I've accidentally locked onto the Interloper instead of Brittle Hollow, guess I'm heading there. [there] Wow this place is Barren™️. Guess I'll hop off now and - [narrowly avoids plummeting into Dark Bramble] WHAT THE HELL INTERLOPER. I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS. WHY NOT DROP ME OFF SOMEWHERE AWESOME LIKE GIANT'S DEEP.

WJERE DID MY SJHIP GO [parked on the Ember Twin]

Distress beacon? What? Oh no, I need to find the source of it before - [the music]

[stares directly at a supernova while accelerating towards Timber Hearth with the intention of cooking a marshmallow and watching the solar system end from there]

Round two hjahaja! Destination one: Brittle Hollow! Now I just need to not plummet directly into the Black Hole That Sends You To The End Of The Known Universe©️ and I'll be good to start exploring! [ship smashes into the surface at 600km/h] nevertheless I am unharmed!

And now I will carefully descend so as not to fall into the Black Hole That Sends You To The End Of The Known Universe©️ and I can be on my merry [smashes into an overhang at Mach 2, corpse falls into the Black Hole That Sends You To The End Of The Known Universe©️]

[uroborosymphony]

📔 --- for Ara because motorcycles if it works!

June 2024, the 10th.

"Soon, the government will fall. I can feel it, finally, for everything I have built until now to reach its final chapter. At night, we ride, faster and stronger in the darkness, the fever of the streets. I am reborn. The voice of the People is carrying me, their strength like the wall against my spine as I discover every day more souls willing to join our quest. Every single one of our operations have succeeded so far, taking down one by one the most emblematic places of the country's executive power : our last operation is coming soon, and finally I will rest. There is nothing more freeing than the wind in my hair and our chants of victory as our engines are running, the flames raging in celebration as the builduing crumble, surrending to our power. We all wear similar helmets, no distinction between us, soldiers. I desire for all to stand on the same foot in the eyes of Justice, I want for Anarchy to triumph. Despite my desire for equality, they still bow to me when they welcome me in the headquarters. They all do, besides one : the rider with long hair and blue eyes. He runs fast, as fast as me in the night. Unlike my other faithful followers, this one questions me, questions that sometimes seem to hide his either reveal or cover the intentions of his presence, riddles. My riders, they come from the people, nurses, gardeners, construction workers, people who are sick for the Rich to keep on winning. This man, he's different.

[shadowbannedthehedgehog]

me when i am faced with the reality that other ppl esl my 'old' peers are smart. or rich or at least very financially well off. don't have anxiety. are achieving things. or sometimes all 4 simultaneously

[diamond-vic]

Marcy was everything Sprig thought she was and more.

At first, Marcy was only an abstraction; brief mentions of friendship and longing from Anne, a distant goal that Sprig would sometimes forget completely, until he was again reminded by the sighs from the creature in his basement. Only a mystery he did not particularly pay much attention to, not out of maliciousness, but because of how intangible she seemed to him, so separated as he was from Anne’s world.

And then, quite suddenly, she morphed into something else entirely; a threat, something to stay away from, to not trust. One of Anne’s friends had just nearly killed his grandfather, and how could he trust this other one now, knowing that? How could Anne, even? Hadn’t Sasha hurt her? And yet Anne maintained Marcy’s innocence.. and how could he ever let her down?

And then, reality; a real, living, breathing creature, something that looked like Anne, as Sasha had, and yet different. Something from a world far beyond his own perception. The third of its kind, and still just as baffling, foreign, somehow frightening. Marcy seemed just the way Anne had described, yes, but was it genuine? How could he know?

But she proved herself a hero- even when he had doubted her so!- and she saved his life.

She was capable, smart, someone Anne said she wished she could be.

She was the mystery she had always been, even as reality. Sprig listened and watched, saw the way Anne seemed to shrink beneath the wonder of Marcy, the ebb and flow of their conversations. The way they broke down and rebuilt between themselves. The hum of a connection he saw only bits of, years and years of coexisting, which he knew hid beneath the surface. He wondered whether the two of them even saw it all for what each piece meant. He wondered if they saw only pieces too.

She was helpful, fun. Energy he could bounce off of, from which she could rebound from back. So different from so many frogs he’d exasperated for years in his life, unable or unwilling to tolerate him. Even just the buzz of existing in the same space as her felt energizing.

She was imperfect, so, so imperfect. She made mistakes like Anne had (by which, she unleashed disaster onto his family in the temple and within his hometown), but she owned up to them. She didn’t play innocent, like Sasha had.

And she was someone who looked at Anne with the fondest of gazes, like she was the entire world to her as much as she was to Sprig. Sprig knew the way Anne wedged herself into one’s heart, slotting into a perfect gap within a soul that one didn’t even know was there before she came into being. How could someone who loved Anne so ever be someone he’d have thought could have hurt any of them?

And as soon as she had become a beacon of trust, she was snuffed out. The being before him was someone else entirely. Something was entirely wrong.

She was a mess, mixed up in words that should never have fit together in the order she spoke them, unable to stop, unable to string them together in a way that kept their meaning.

She was pleading, begging, reasoning, hopeless. Trying to explain why she’d kept so silent so long.

A Liar. To Anne.

She pointed to him. Him. Her words came again, the ones that made no sense. As if he were something achieved and not befriended. As if he were not there at all, could not hear her. As if they hadn’t personally spoken so many times before.

And then she was crying on the floor, defeated. So different from the confidence she had exuded in excess for the weeks he’d known her.

And then, removed from everyone, quite suddenly, he was falling, falling, falling. And when he was no longer, it was Marcy who had snatched him from the sky.

She was a hero; she had saved him now twice from death. Despite it all. And she would save them again, conjuring the portal from that wretched box that she had unwittingly used to start everything.

She was an expression burned into his mind, just as fire now burned through her. Shock, terror, melting into regret, pain, muffled words hardly heard. She was falling, falling, falling.

She was a memory beyond a wall of light that shut him out from home.

She was gone, from his sight, Anne’s reach. Quite possibly existence.

Marcy was everything Sprig thought she was and more.

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This is meant to span season 1 to end of season 2

Basically shower thought idea I made a reality I’ve never written anything like this before

Mini exploration/fanfic (if you can call it that??) of how Sprig goes from thinking Marcy will betray Anne and the Plantars, to trusting her, to the reveal that Marcy has been keeping these huge secrets from them the whole time, and so betraying their trust. ESPECIALLY when the way that Marcy proves herself to Sprig is by saving him, and in true colors she goes on to be all ‘I gave you this’ to his face. There’s so much content with the way that Anne and Sasha feel abt her betrayal, but her actions from the Plantar’s views are so interesting to look at, and are hardly explored (from what I have seen anyway)!! Sprig is 10, he’s a young kid, and this would be a LOT for him!! He’d be so confused and hurt too!!

Probably very very messily written haha

[loveydoveylex]

y'all don't even KNOW how badly I crave physical affection 😭 I have such a need for a rayman plushie I can hug all the time lol