#after all

[emhidesart]

Rocky meets Eva Stratt, what could go wrong ❤️

[softhe4rted]

to begin with, the sweet grass by mary oliver, from “devotions”

[guy-whos-normal-about-armor]

I think we need to get freakier with the concept of living armor. Not the inverse of the living weapon trope(though I do think it would pair incredibly well with this) I mean like. The genre of monster. Haunted armor, animated armor, cursed armor, etc. Where are all the living armor characters whose stories don’t boil down to not wanting to be what they are? Why is there so little exploring the various things living armor could potentially do or the relationships it could have? I mean yeah obviously there’s just the fact it’s harder to draw armor than, like, a blood-drinking sword, or The Evil Amulet, but that doesn’t explain the lack of writing! We already know armor is hot, but what if it could be a friend, or a lover, or a threat, or a freak(not mutually exclusive with the previous options)? Yeah they don’t have any junk but when has that stopped anyone, it just means you gotta get creative! In fact for me the lack of junk is part of the appeal…

Like, hear me out, I’ve got a few different basic character/story ideas for consideration. Admittedly I’ve already done stuff with a few of these concepts, but I’m too afraid to share unless interest is expressed. Cut is just so this isn’t a big text wall in tags.

1. Haunted armor who is convinced it was a knight, but is only close to correct; it was the favored armor of a knight centuries before awakening… In the modern day. It knows no details of “its” past life, but it greatly misses being alongside others, the embrace of other people, the warmth of a body… The longer it exists, the emptier it feels, and the more depressed it becomes, believing there is a life it is supposed to be living which it cannot, or does not properly understand. The world is so different from how it used to be. People chase it away believing it is a monster, and the weapons they draw are not blades or bows. It cannot tell where it is because it cannot see the stars at night. So it hides away, alone and unfulfilled, wondering why it has been cursed to live in a world where it does not belong… Until someone shows up and starts to give it what it’s been lacking.

2. Cursed armor that does something akin to the demonic sword trope. It grants unparalleled protection in exchange for needing its host to kill others for it to feed on (be it literally or blood drinking or something like magic/souls/etc), lest it grow impatient and devour them instead. It has no grand ambitions, seeking only to survive, and you just happened to be the latest fool to answer its call. The armor is a bit blunt, making no effort to hide its true nature once you can’t do anything about it, but it gets attached… Only physically, at first, but it warms up to you on a more personal level over time. You can’t take it off, but it gradually shifts to best suit your body until you don’t really want to, logistics of certain activities be damned. It does a fantastic job of keeping you safe, even in spite of your new and totally natural desire to run your enemies through with a sword. There’s never a time when it feels like an extension of your own body or something like that, but it certainly feels like a partner. What kind of partner is up to you.

3. Animated armor that blurs the line between dutiful service and utter obsession. The world outside is so dangerous, and you’re so soft and vulnerable without it. It only wants what’s best for you. If keeping you safe at all times isn’t the right thing to do, why does having your squishy body inside itself feel so good? Why else would it love to hold you as you eat and drink, to feel your chest expand against it each time you take a breath, to listen to your voice resonate with its helmet now and again? It would never hurt you, certainly, but you almost pity the fools who try; in a fight between skull and boot, or ribs versus arms and breastplate, your guardian does not lose and does not hold back. To be its wearer is to be the most precious treasure in a dragon’s hoard, and it will protect you with just as much ferocity. Maybe it’s terrifying to witness what it is willing to do in the name of guarding you. Maybe it’s exhilarating to know something so powerful is nonetheless utterly taken by you. There are times it simply must be taken off, of course, but though it always longs to be worn, it is happy just being alongside you. The same gauntlets you have watched effortlessly lift your enemies by the wrist, ankle, or neck always seem to tremble when you polish its cuirass. It can hardly look you in the eye when you tell it how well it’s done. It cherishes every word of praise or appreciation you offer, leaning in to your touch. Its surface is hard, its body is cold without you inside to warm it, and yet when you hold each other close it is as if none of that matters. You didn’t used to wear it so often, but now you often find yourself sleeping in it, safe and secure at the cost of waking up a bit stiff. It’s begun to seem like far more than just armor at this point…

4. Living armor who only uses its position as a guard to find and capture intruders who fit its build. It’s light, as any armor should be, but for most it moves with a somewhat lumbering pace, striking heavy blows with a sword others would struggle to wield but never seeming entirely motivated or concerned in combat. Such behavior is dropped in favor of acting with unexpected speed and precision when it finds an ideal target for its true goals, however. Though you are spared from its weapon, it is hardly gentle with you as it pins you to the wall or ground, feeling heavy when you try to push it away, its gaze piercing despite its lack of eyes. The more you excite it, the warmer it becomes, burning with desire as it explores your vulnerable body, pressing its gauntlets against your cheeks, hips, stomach, adoring the sensation of your flesh beneath its touch. It could easily kill you if it wanted, but it doesn’t like breaking its toys if it doesn’t have to. Struggle, and it will give you a loving hug… As in, it will love the sound of your back popping as it forces the air from your lungs and holds you tightly until you submit or pass out. Surrender, and it will be gentler when coaxing you to put it on, taking its time to run its gauntlets through your hair, squeeze your hips between its cuisses, take hold of your wrists to feel your pulse… Its metal confines welcome you when you’re eventually suited up, holding you quite snugly— it prefers when its wearers are just a tad too large. Perhaps you’re uncomfortable, or perhaps you feel oddly cozy and secure as your captor takes you away to be enjoyed in private. For the most part it just seems to enjoy having you inside it, not actually doing much beyond moving around to feel you shift with it, occasionally opening its visor to caress your cheek, or place a finger over your lips to hush you, or even to feed you… Its touch is far more gentle now that it has already subdued you. You can’t tell if it sees you as prisoner or pet, but the way it seems to almost dote on you suggests the latter, if not something more. You get the feeling it’s going to keep you for a long while… But maybe it doesn’t have to be such a bad thing.

5. Totally normal suit of armor. At least until you notice the eyes, sharp teeth, drooling tongue, and growls of the vocal and stomach variety… Oh dear. Seems the mimics here have learned chests are scrutinized way more than anything else, but it just so happens people like to make a different thing big enough to fit themselves inside. Maybe you’ll be lucky to have met one that’s friendly! Otherwise…

[uh-oh-nope]

The white woods call for you. In dulcet tones... your name, I hear.

frantic hlvrai doodles from the past months and TODAY, pt.6

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

[strxbrrysugar]

How they’d give you the ick

Let’s be real they are so fucking embarrassing sometimes 🫩

Tags: gn!reader, lowkey just making fun of them, literally just cornballs #1 and #2

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So first of all…I try to avoid it…but we all know Tomura STANK. Like genuinely musty bro. I like to imagine that if he started dating someone he’d take better care of his hygiene, but…it’d probably never be perfect.

Like bro. His room. How are there genuine KITCHEN SIZED TRASH BAGS (MULTIPLE) ON HIS FLOOR BRO?? And u already know those sheets only gets changed like once every six months. There’s probably bugs in there. Like imagine just trying to hang out with ur boyfriend and u can SMELL his room from down the hallway. That’s what it’s like with Tomura.

And the way he talks…especially in the beginning of the show…bruh. Like yeah it’s funny and kinda cute watching, but imagine genuinely being next to bro and he’s talking some “It’s game over.”

………..

Like okay bro.

Or like even when Tomura’s actually playing a game, you already know bro’s trash talk is so bad. Like that one tiktok sound that’s like ‘ur about to get clipped by an alpha with a cold heart’ HE’D BE SAYING SHIT LIKE THAT. And ur just like hanging out on his bed, trying not to laugh or openly cringing because like BRO.

Also just the fact he’s always walking around at home BAREFOOT. And we already know that place ain’t clean, so his feet are probably fucking dirty and dusty all the time.

And like we know that he lowkey throws tantrums sometimes…like bro. Imagine watching him like crashing out and throwing stuff and destroying stuff, and just getting all worked up, and he’s like panting really hard and then he gets tired and has to sit down…Or like if he punches a hole in his door or wall or smth…🫩

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Not even gonna mention how Dabi canonically smells.

GENUINELY… “What’s that? Whats a father?” Final boss.

Again, THE WAY HE TALKSSS. Like bro. The stupid “kindling” thing…I would be DYING. Like how long do u think it took him to come up with that one?? And then if u make fun of it, he’d just scoff…but he’d like never say it again. Or that part where he’s like “Now I’m angry.” Bruh

OR LIKE he’d say some shit like “You could never understand what I’ve been through...” Like completely seriously and get annoyed when u laugh.

Genuinely I feel like he’d do some corny shit like just TRY to look posed all the time. Like sometimes it works, but sometimes he comes up to your door and like reaches one hand up on the doorframe and it’s like so obviously performative. Like I stg he only actually looks good/cool when he’s not trying.

And like bro is stubborn TO A FAULT. Like if he has a snack or smth and someone asks for some, he’ll like say no and it’s like funny for a second. But then he’d like keep going until the joke dies and then it’s just awkwardly quiet and he’s eating loud as fuck.

Lowkey…I feel like he’d walk with his feet turned out. Like bro. And he’s wearing those big ass boots, just drawing attention to the way he walks like a fucking idiot.

And I’m sorry…HIS DANCE PART WAS SO FUCKING EMBARRASSING. Genuinely imagine seeing that shit in person, and you’re like surprised by his news but then he starts clapping and dancing and shit…Oh, BROTHER. And when he’s all done, Dabi would kinda look at you for your reaction and you’d just have to smile and act like the second hand embarrassment wasn’t killing you.

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And for both of them…THEY’RE JUST FUCKING WEIRDDD. Like probably staring at u all the time, muttering weird stuff, either hanging around too close or too far. Like bruh 🫩

Also they’re both just FREAKS. Like genuinely how do they make some of the faces they make in the show. Imagine looking at one of them and he’s just smiling like a fucking MANIAC bro like wtf are u doing with ur face

🚨GROSS WARNING🚨 they would both 100% scratch their balls in public. Or like do that stupid thing men do when they adjust themselves or whatever. No shame. Then look at u like YOU’RE crazy for being grossed out and don’t want them to touch you 🫩

And u already know they both have some SHIT music taste. Like genuinely the type of shit that most people get bullied out of listening to, but since they grew up so alone it never happened. Just walking around with the CORNIEST lyrics playing in their ears…

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Anyways, this is just for fun, pls don’t hate me 😼

[kaursblog11]

Never moving on from the fact that Tyler thought all the mutual kidnapping, torture and attempted murders in s1 were basically a lovers' spat and Wednesday and him were still dating. Like my boy genuinely thought she had come to break him out and rekindle their romance.