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[just-a-joey]

May Day Trio!! (May Madness) these look kinda chopped but shhhhh

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[unbeknownsttoast]

I just realized I’m been drawing wild with his side part/bangs flipped the ENTIRE TIME 🫩

Debating if I should jus keep him this way

Edit: dude this blew up??? THIS POST??? Ig man

[sillybruja]

✦⚖️ 𝕃𝕀𝔹ℝ𝔸 𝕋ℍℝ𝕆𝕌𝔾ℍ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊 — 𝕎ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕂𝔼𝔼ℙ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℙ𝔼𝔸ℂ𝔼 (𝔹𝕌𝕋 𝕃𝕆𝕊𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ𝕊𝔼𝕃𝔽) ✦

🕊️ harmony has a price — and sometimes, it's you.

1H Libra

You smile through discomfort. You shape-shift to be liked. Being liked feels safer than being real. You’ve learned how to look calm even when you’re unraveling.

2H Libra

You give too much, spend to impress, or stay quiet about your worth. You’d rather be seen as generous than greedy — even when you're running on empty.

3H Libra

You water down your words to keep the peace. You pause before you speak, trying to predict reactions. You hate confrontation, so you rehearse being nice instead of being honest.

4H Libra

You were the emotional referee in your childhood. You mediate, smooth over, and keep your own needs tucked away to maintain peace at home — even when your inner world is screaming.

5H Libra

You flirt to avoid rejection. You’re charming, agreeable, and always composed in love — but rarely let anyone see the messy, passionate, real you beneath the mask.

6H Libra

You say yes when you're already exhausted. You overextend for coworkers, clients, or communities because saying no feels selfish. You’d rather be burnt out than disliked.

7H Libra

You lose yourself in relationships. You become who they need. You fear rocking the boat, even when it’s drifting far from shore. You give until you can’t remember what you wanted in the first place.

8H Libra

You sugarcoat your truth to keep intimacy safe. You avoid power struggles by avoiding depth. You give up control just to feel wanted — even when it costs you your voice.

9H Libra

You mirror others’ beliefs to belong. You shrink your worldview to fit in. You avoid pushing back on “bigger” ideas, even when your soul disagrees. Your truth stays quiet behind your smile.

10H Libra

You keep it professional even when it hurts. You choose diplomacy over disruption. You’re praised for being graceful, but no one sees the resentment you carry underneath all that polish.

11H Libra

You blend in to feel included. You over-give in friendships and groups, afraid to take up too much space. You fear being "too much" — so you become agreeable instead of authentic.

12H Libra

You unconsciously bury anger, desire, and mess. You seek spiritual peace by abandoning the parts of you that aren’t “lovely.” You confuse silence for serenity — and lose your fire in the process.

⟡ ᴅᴍ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ:

🌙 ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʀᴏᴛ & ᴘꜱʏᴄʜɪᴄ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ

🪐 ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴀʟʏꜱɪꜱ & ᴀꜱᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢʏ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ

𓆩𖤐𓆪 ꜰᴀꜱᴛ, ɪɴᴛᴜɪᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ.

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🔮 ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ — ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ.

✨ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ.

🌙 ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ, ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ, ᴏʀ ʟᴇɢᴀʟ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ.

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[smittenvixen13]

Orpheus and Eurydice- DC X DP AU

It had been set in place for them to summon the Ghost King with the assistance of Zatanna and Constantine, the threat level was just too great of a chance to risk, especially given the harsh history of the previous ruler. Even Constantine, one who was often cursing in the face of the Devil and sneered at angels openly and fractured his soul to pieces, emphasize the severity of the danger the unknown ruler now held. It was going well; the being constricted to the summoning circle thanks to the odd red blossoms the two JLD members had insisted needed to be brought for this moment. Rare as they were, it had been no trouble for Diana to find on Themyscria with the permission of her mother, a simple thing to avoid any possible chance of escape. “STOP.” Everyone froze, blood chilling at the snarled words that escaped the Dark Knight, his usually soundless footsteps echoing off the walls as he hastens closer to the summoning circle. Even behind the white lenses they could sense the glare the stoic man gave as he takes in the trembling form and the scattering of bright red flora. “Orpheus…” “Batman, we have this under control, we were just ensuring-” Before Diana could finish her sentence, Bruce broke the circle, oil and chalk and flora a muck under his boot as he reaches for the trembling form of the being, weak arms reaching back, “Batman!” Batman clutches the creature close, fury clear in every muscle of his being, “Why was I not told this was happening? Whose idea was it to summon the Ghost King?” Though posed as questions, it was clear the vigilante was demanding answers. The king groans in his arms, trembling as he circled his wisp like tail around the man’s arm, clawed hands gripping close as if afraid the other would drop him. It was quite clear Batman would rather break his one rule than to commit such a sin. Clark approached, frowning at his best friend and comrade, “Batman, we were restricting a threat before it could pose any danger to any of us. The Justice League Dark brought it up to us,” he gestures at those who had been assembled, mainly the original ‘founders’, “we knew you were away on a mission and were planning to update you when you got back.” “A threat?” Bruce felt his throat bob, every molecule in his body begging to release his full fury on his team but no, no they acted on assumptions as he would have on other threats. He had to remind himself he had made contingencies for each of his teammates, catalogued friends and family and teammates as threats. Breathe, Bruce, he couldn’t allow his emotions to overcome him now, not when Danny needed him. “Danny is not a threat,” he informs the others, the slow switch to a more neutral calm tone forcing the vigilante to settle, “I understand the history of the crown’s previous owner, but I can assure you Phantom has been a longtime associate of mine.” He doesn’t look down at the young man in his arms, forever to remain looking to just be entering into his twenties instead of the forty-two-year-old he truly was. “Blood blossoms are on par to kryptonite for you, Superman, so I need to bring him back to the cave to ensure I get off any contamination off of him.” As he typically did when any of them had questions and wanted explanations, he walked off, carrying his best friend away from the room and over to the Zeta Tubes. “Orpheus…” “Shhh,” he whispers, as soothingly as he could, “I’m right here, Eurydice.” The smile he earned made his heart ache with what could never be, at least not for many years to come, “Knew you’d come for me, I’ll always wait for you.”

[skeletons-eat]

Oh look! It's the one time travel fic I can't stop thinking about.

(Desert storm/rise and fall saga by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning )

[walkingcorpse03]

we 100% don’t talk about this enough

[killuasskateboard]

a/n: hihiii guyss im baack, ssosoossoosos sorry for not posting these past month, sooo well i made a quick oneshot today, and im gonna post it rn, ive been busy with school and studies so im really sorry, thank you for all the patience thooo (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

agedup!Killua Zoldyck x Reader

cw: nonee, mostly fluff :))

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“This Isn’t What It Looks Like!!”

The soft flicker of candlelight danced on the wooden walls of the small inn room, casting shadows as the rain drummed gently against the window. You were curled up beneath a thick blanket, snuggled against Killua’s chest, your head tucked under his chin.

He had one arm lazily wrapped around you, his other hand idly playing with your fingers, his cheeks faintly pink but relaxed.

“…Comfy?” he asked quietly, his voice a low whisper in the stillness.

You nodded, smiling into his hoodie. “Yeah. Warm. You?”

“Tch. I’m fine. Not like I needed this or anything,” he mumbled, pulling you even closer.

You giggled, your heart fluttering. Killua had gotten better at showing affection, but moments like this—where he willingly cuddled you and even held you close—were rare and precious.

That is, until—

BAM!

The door slammed open.

“GUYS, THE STORM LET UP! I THINK I SAW A DOUBLE RAINB—”

Gon stopped mid-sentence. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Absolutely stunned.

You and Killua froze. Still tangled. Still cuddling.

Still under one blanket.

Killua’s face went bright red.

“GON!! WHAT THE HELL?! KNOCK FIRST!!” he shouted, scrambling to yank the blanket over both your heads as if that would undo reality.

You squeaked and tried to untangle yourself, but the movement only made it look worse.

Gon blinked. “Are you… cuddling?”

Killua popped his head out of the blanket, hair a static mess, cheeks burning. “NO—YES—I MEAN—SHUT UP, GON!”

You covered your face. “This is so embarrassing…”

Gon tilted his head, completely unfazed. “Aww! That’s adorable!”

Killua’s eye twitched. “GET OUT!”

Gon blinked. “But I was gonna tell you about the rainb—”

“OUT!!!”

With a sheepish smile, Gon backed away. “Okay, okay! Geez. Enjoy your cuddles!”

The door closed.

Silence.

Killua groaned into his hands. “I’m never recovering from this.”

You let out a giggle. “That wasn’t that bad.”

He turned to you, still flushed. “…We’re locking the door next time.”

And despite the embarrassment, he tucked you back under the blanket, holding you tighter—because deep down, even if Gon saw, Killua didn’t really mind being close to you.

Not at all.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧