#he's so overdramatic

[jacqsreptiles]

gidji is upset because he is in the shame cube. he flatten himself and change color to moss because he does not appreciate the shame cube. whenever he goes in the shame cube, it means the giant whomst is bad is touching all of his things and removing all of his smells.

gidji hate the shame cube. please. someone save poor gidji

[yeralrightboah]

Arthur you could- you could've just told him that you didn't want to play....

[inkedberries]

Tantrum

The Witch and the Demon

The only thing that burned hotter than Teruki’s forehead during a nasty fever was the smoldering frustration at getting himself sick in the first place. Reigen had gawked at first when Teru had gotten his first so-called “defeat fever” - and then every single time after that, completely teased him for being such a drama queen. The simmering resentment only grew with each major embarrassment until the present day, when his grouchiness made the room itself dim and foggy. Reigen was busy that day, and Teru expected to be by himself, but not helping his mood was the fact that Mob was with him that day. At first, the lack of teasing or exasperation from Reigen was a relief. Mob stared flatly at him as always, and at first it seemed perfectly nonjudgmental. But through the haze of the fever slowly making his brain too hot to think at all, he started to suspect that Mob was biting his tongue out of his usual politeness - or his usual wariness about saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Teru’s bad mood only soured more when Mob lifted the blankets to wrap his burned, sprained and mangled ankle in clean bandages. It was unusual for either of them to get injured on the job, but the throbbing ache was a painful reminder not to get too cocky on a hunt - the baneful fire of a hellhound bite had been far more blindingly painful than Teru had expected, let alone the way the hound had yanked his ankle and mauled it in a split second. Luckily for Teru (and much to his chagrin), Mob was completely immune to the power of any hell-beast.

“Does it still hurt?” Mob asked quietly, though Teru’s foggy, angry brain colored the soft concern immediately with disdain.

“It’s fine,” he spat, knowing he was being perfectly unreasonable and throwing a mild tantrum. Mob nodded, which only made Teru grouchier. “…Never mind. I’m miserable. I’m dying.”

“What?” Mob reacted rather strongly, concern properly clear on his expression. It made Teru second-guess his misplaced misery, and he sighed, five times more exasperatedly than he really felt.

“I’m dying of boredom.”

teru gave in and they played cards...

@fancyfennekin i drew this listening to the audiobook

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG Prompt 5 - Taeo

Tagging: @ratracechronicler

My stylist didn’t talk at all as he dressed me in a gray suit with wires running all over it. He hit a switch, and lights randomly lit up down the wires. He then covered my face in black makeup and put little twinkling lights on it. He put me in front of the mirror, and the costume didn’t actually look bad, but there was something missing. I turned to him. 

“I would like a hat with this costume.” 

He frowned. “That does not work with this.”

I swallowed hard but crossed my arms. Hats were always necessary. “I’m the one being sent out. I have some say in what I wear, and I require a hat.”

My stylist huffed but left and came back with a black hat. I put it on myself and smirked into the mirror. Now, I was ready.

There were two chariots for each district, since there were going to be two different arenas. I stood in the first one with the three other tributes, but we didn’t even look at each other. I made sure to stand at the edge of the chariot, and as we were revealed to the crowd, I forced a big smile and waved. When people seemed to notice me, I started winking and blowing kisses at them, and they ate it up. I laughed. This was where I was comfortable. I didn’t want to kill any of the other innocent children here, but I could manipulate the Capitol people. I could make them think I was on their side, and then I could unleash hell on them.

[ask-rogues]

Captain Cold A2? Like he just made a horrible ice pun and he's not remotely ashamed.

No shame.

[viridianz]

in chapter 93 of saint young men john has some rivalry with another author and locks himself in a hotel room to write a new book. he literally considers shaving off one of his eyebrows and cancelling his monthly hair salon appointments so he has an excuse to not leave the room

[discipulusmaleficus]

!!

@successfullybedazzledmyface - a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective

When you say she is the sun, you mean it.

Before you is a strong girl. Healthy. A slight tan, voluminous brown hair -- the fine curls at the edges catch the light -- you can make out the curve of her biceps through her sleeves. Every part of her frame, from her choice of earrings to the sacrifical scars across her wrists, proclaims that she will not be stopped. (Not for long, anyway.) Her eyes glint, alive, as she looks up at you -- a small tilt of the head -- she really does carry herself with all the enthusiasm of a puppy.

(She is made-up right now, adorned like royalty. But you know that she was just as beautiful smudged with dirt, covered with blood and ash, her features twisted with rage.)

Mabel Pines is not like you, dead and reborn each day, so regularly struggling to act like a member of the living. She is so very alive that it radiates from her, that she shares it with everybody -- when she goes to the petrol station, pays the man at the counter, she leaves that man the brighter for it. (You are not the only one who has noticed -- have on occasion seen Gideon and Pacifica exchange glances when she enters the room, that's her.)

And she nearly gave the world for a boy about to be hoist by his own petard, who had lied to her, stolen from her without even thinking about it, who eyed her with nothing but pure, black disdain as she lowered her weapons and surrendered. For him. It is a nearly incomprehensible degree of magnaminity, and she has not just granted it to you. She has forgiven a lot of people a lot of things. That generosity, that kindness, marks her as truly divine.

But she says that she is yours, her chosen one, that she would not want anybody else. (There is a moon on her wrist.) She changes her image to match you, rearranges her life for you, tries to fix y o u. You are still ecstatic. You are still aghast. You do not understand her reasoning, but then, why should you expect to?

[gh0stanat0my]

i can't believe seto had a secret hideout in SPACE