#i guees

[sweetpinkpain]

[imtheautisticmoth]

Monkey D Luffy: wants to become King of the pirates becomes a god along the way

My oc: wants to become a god becomes King of the pirates along the way

[bugcitie]

doing wjatever

[ikkuzyappz]

I'd like to throw this idea in. Mimi pink. Issues green.

[x-sumi-x]

Do you think Adam was flirting with Amanda in that deleted scene?

Originally, when I saw the scene, I just thought he was being friendly, but then I saw some people and friends saying that he was flirting with her, and it got me thinking

[revivetr3atyoak4ever]

Holy mother of god I need to lowk post on here again I am having such a bad year in college I genuinely need an outlet lol bye l try

[si11ysunflower]

Guys, sorry I haven't posted lately, with holidays and family it's always a mess :/. Tomorrow I'll post something for the new year and I have a big illustration + a silly drawing in store so stay tuned :D

ALSO I HAVE A HEADCANON FOR U TODAY

Since Kalim was kidnapped, or was the target of attempted assassinations many times,he must have developed a high resistance to pain,so I think it happened at least once or more that Kalim got hurt, like he fell from a hill and broke his arm,and although he was aware of having hurt himself maybe even badly, he went to Jamil quite calmly to show his injury and gave a heart attack on him.

(I could have posted earlier but I wanted to at least add a little doodle. See you next year!)

[ageofsigmarisprettycool]

i saw a Brennan Lee Mulligan quote on my dash earlier that inspired me to write this:

Love is the most powerful type of magic. It binds us together, protects us when we're weak, and reinforces every connection we make. It used to save people. Some may say that this is unfair, as if the suffering of others and the loved ones that could've been saved wouldn't have happened "If only they loved them more". This world can be cruel, but that isn't why this happens.

To reiterate, love is the most powerful magic. However, Love is highly unstable, indirect, and does not function in the way that the long dead origin of magic ever intended. Yes it saved many lives. It ruined millions more. Happy couples were broken up simply for not having a bond strong enough to saw through stone. Wars were fought between estranged households who just wanted the best for the family, with entire cities being strangled by course, ensnaring webs and shattered by the expanding heat of moments. Love is a magic held by everyone. This means that thousands of souls were unrepairably ruptured unintentionally by both the most well intentioned of parents and the most manipulative.

Trained magic works on intention

Love does not.

This is why many of those with the greatest magical prowess in this world decided that love as a primordial force needed to be stifled so as to not be able to so physically hurt those it ensnares. Transferring their essence unalterably into a raw magical form, these people built a concentric prison to choke it's power like it had choked so many before. They singed the force. Shocked it. Froze, flung, flattened, fried, and directed through an impossible maze it. The cage they used on love was the greatest construct that could ever be created.

And all throughout it, Love was contained with it's own magic. Like a massive battery, Love's power was siphoned and weaved to both power and bind the great construct together. The power, lacking the ability to control it's own power, could not and would not ever change to stop the prison from working. This also allowed for Love to continue its existence as a concept and a feeling without physically or magically affecting the world and its inhabitants.

But certain forces have caused this craft to leak. The heightened emotions of millions of devasted lives and unique combination of traits allowed for a small, nearly insignificant amount of power to leak through the infinite bars and chains of Love's prison. A small straw that broke the camels mighty back. This mere speck of magical power was able to divert one, singular bolt from piercing through the brain of a close friend of a dockworker, instead cutting a gash through their own ear.

Though the dam still holds holds all of Love's power, a tiny sliver has passed over the threshold. This sliver will not likely stay singular, small, or limited to one host. This a danger greater than any army. Love will come knocking.

Anyways, that was me writing down some stray thoughts of a basic inciting incident that I had while scrolling my dash. No clue what or if I will do with this. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it.