#this is nerve wracking

[shiiro-arts]

Official art Nalu vs manga/anime Nalu is so different you would think mashima is actually a horny fan drawing fanart of their OTP

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What do you mean this is official

Uuuh???

These just look like the fanbase most popular headcanons come on…

BFFR

[cherrygarden]

hello friends on my phone my thesis defense is soon and i'm about to lose it,,, send encouragement please 😭

[miffysrambles]

IRL Marble !!!

Been feeling body positive, esp as a plus sized person so I wanted to draw and show myself which has always been a challenge for me!!

IRL picture under the cut!

[elvves-archive]

Wilhelmina “Billie” Scarlet

of Scarlet Hollow

Billie dreams of being a fashion designer and living comfortably. She also dreams of the chorus of faceless people but she was speaking more metaphorically.

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[rottenshigaraki]

Living Dead

Pairing: Dabi x undead!reader

reader is nonbinary -Them/They

Word Count: 2k

Summary: If he hadn't been watching, he'd have never noticed your gaze. Off putting, he thinks, uncanny even, your head staying still as you moved your eyes about, scanning the bar. Before landing on him. You're definitely in the right place if you look like anything your eyes say. An animal giving way to possession by parasites nesting in its rotting brain. Nothing normal.

Tags: body gore, discussion of past abuse and death, angst, fluff, fuckin eventually, drinking,  Content Warning: nothing. 

Personal Note: THANK you Avery for beta reading <3 This was supposed to be a drabble, now it has chapters. how many? i don't know hopefully not too many. The “discussion of abuse” will get intense and in detail in later chapters, it will be appropriately tagged. I will also add tags if needed. 

>MINORS DO NOT INTERACT <

Calm chatter permeated the small secret bar. The villains talked amongst themselves, relaxing and drinking with one another in their own groups, until the dark cloudy portal emerged from nothing, taking everyone's attention immediately. Slim legs belonging to Shigaraki stepped through first, shoes covered in mud and gunk, painting the floor instantly.  He was followed by you, who cautiously stepped through next. Squinting, your eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light as you were met with unknown and on guard stares. 

“This is the new recruit, welcome them in nicely.” Is all the unruly white haired man said before slipping away casually. Not much of an introduction but you weren’t upset with it. Immediately the league's demeanor changed, and they all began welcoming you like an old friend. Toga was the first to swarm you, while the others followed suit.

You were modest to say the least, dressed in a long dark skirt and sweater to match. It was much too thick and itchy for this time of year, not that any of your coworkers had the luxury to dress seasonally appropriate.Your mask, boring in style, stretched from ear to ear to which were also covered by dark hair that caged your face in, hiding you from the warm, harsh light of the bar. The only skin that was  touched by the yellow tint was your fingers. Palms kept warm by your all consuming sleeves. You weren’t the most unusual member they had seen, no not by far, if anything you were the most normal, next to Magne that is. But you were nonetheless captivating. 

Dabi sat in the back of the bar, far from everyone else who crowded to welcome you. Toga, excitable as ever, grabbed your hand to squeeze a fast handshake out of you. Jostling you in every which way. Displeasing you and anyone who'd be inflicted by such trauma. 

If he hadn't been watching, he'd have never noticed your gaze. Off putting, he thinks, uncanny even, your head staying still as you moved your eyes about, scanning the bar. Before landing on him. You're definitely in the right place if you look like anything your eyes say. An animal giving way to possession by parasites nesting in its rotting brain. Nothing normal. But the look you hold is untelling. However, expecting is the emotion he'll link to you. Acknowledgement is what's expected from him.The only one who’s not humping your leg like the rest. It doesn’t matter though, he knew about you, the boss had mentioned a new member with some sort of reviving quirk. Hard to remember everything Shigaraki says to him, always on about something. He would like to think he doesn't give a shit about any newbie, about you, but he'd be lying to himself this time. You're. . . interesting. From how you present yourself to the quirk his boss was getting hard about. He gives you what you want and raises his glass in gesture. The golden brown liquor swirling in the warm glow of the bar,crashing itself against detailed glass before being thrown back quickly, swallowing down the bitter poison. 

That had satiated your need enough, and when his eyes went to capture yours once more, he was left abandoned. You were already back to watching the others around you,and only Dabi had noticed. You never spoke. Nothing more than a hum of agreement here and there. Never really participating because you wanted to, but only when it was needed. You could just be shy or nervous, it’s not like Toga left room for your input anyway, but he knows your type. He knows his type. Sliding his long legs out of the painfully stiff chair, after deciding this was enough socializing for the week, he saunters his way back to the darkness of the second floor. He swallows down his need to glance back at you as he disappears,not you though, your eyes trail after him, step after step, only to be cut short by your hair.

Dangerous man, you think. Of course everyone in this organization is dangerous in one way or another, but he's a silent killer, the type that reads between the lines. He’ll forced his way into the crevasses of your mind, and learned everything unknowable. You know his type. You know your type. The right hand Shigaraki talked about must be him. Who else could fit such a role. Certainly none of these begging dogs displaying themselves to you. No offense to the welcome wagon of course, it’s all very sweet. They are sweet. and if this is all a front then it’s pretty good. But you trust Shigaraki enough to let that worry slip back into the thick folds of your brain. He said you’d be safe here, that you’d be untouchable with his organization. It’s a laughable statement on its own,but they’re still standing after all those fights with the Heros. It’s almost believable that they have a chance. 

It’s comforting. You haven’t known that, in a very long time.

Your focus shifted back to the diverse bunch of figures before you. You’ve learned the young blonde one to be Toga. So young, that it’s sad she ended up here. She was vibrant and eager. The others don’t match her energy at all, yet Twice, the dual color masked man, came the closest. He seemed very excited to meet you, until he decided that he wasn't. He was constantly contradicting himself. Interesting quirk, must be killer at two truths, one lie. Spinner acted as if he wasn't interested, like your arrival was no big deal and he was forced by his mother to say hello. He wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions, eyes always alight with curiosity and interest. He should fix that, soon. Mr. Compress is much more skilled in that regard. Hiding behind a mask is a good way to do it. However he wasn't trying to play the cool guy. He did shake your hand, not as intensely as Toga, which you’d mentally thanked him for. And there was that other one who only deemed raising his drink to be good enough. It was. You weren’t wanting any party. A simple head nod from everyone and you’d be grateful. However they thought otherwise. For a ragtag team of people who've been wronged many times over the years, they sure knew how to share positivity. They were all genuinely excited to meet you. 

Your blood ran cold, an iron fell into the pit of your stomach almost making you lose balance. You gulp, hard and fast, keeping the tight knot down where it belongs. You hold onto the shoulder of the two tone masked man to make sure you remember how to lock your knees. "OH!? Are you ok? Ew don't touch me!" You glance up at him. You probably look pathetic to him,like a wet stray cat. You honestly don’t have the focus to do much else but keep yourself from showing everyone what you had for lunch. You avert your eyes to focus on your shoes. 

"They're probably tired Twice! It's waaaay past midnight by now." Toga laughed. "It’s fine I’ll show you where your room is! It’s on the same floor as mine!" All to fast the girls small arm links with yours and tests your ability to walk. And swiftly, you were taken away from the group. Like a newborn giraffe your legs feel foreign and vibrate with each step. Your head rings with each sound the group chimes off with. Good nights. They wish you a good night. How sweet. Toga was short and powerful, you could tell just by how shes able to manhandle you with ease. She has far too much energy for you tonight, and you’re sorry for it. Once upon a time you'd jump up and down with her in excitement and do everything just as loudly. An admirable trait you hope she keeps.

One and two, one and two, you think repeatedly. Counting each step carefully, not wanting to miss one. It was a nice feeling, finally going up stairs rather than down. Honestly you expected a worse place than this,but anywhere is better than where you were before. You could be under a tarp in the rain and you’d breathe better. You try to keep those rancid memories at bay. No reason to rile yourself up even more. 

"Aaaaand here we are! Last room on the floor! Lucky, you only have one wall roomate. Sorry it has to be Dabi." She snickers. "Be careful, he’s a biter. And he isn't courteous with his late night activities." Her teasing becomes sour, causing her to roll her eyes. "Your room is all ready, I helped prepare it! Blankets and pillows are all there, I spared some supplies too. You'll see them." You look at the door to the side. Dabis room. The right hand.

A plain dark wood door. No decorations on it, not like Toga’s who had a few stickers and blood stains. He was in there right now, doing god knows what. Listening in is your guess. That's what you'd do. But everyone here is close, maybe it wouldn't be needed. You’re sure none of the members would backstab one another. Shigaraki doesn't seem like the leader who'd allow such group squabbles. Looking back to your own door, it was just as plain. You wouldn't decorate it you think. Seems almost stupid to. This isn’t some frat house or sorority. This is the league of villains. This is an organization dedicated to taking down the hero society as we know it. To free those from the ostracization it causes. To free us. It’s the only reason you reached out. The only group you had any hopes in to help reach your goal.

You nod to Toga, hoping she'll leave you alone for the night. You really wanted to puke your guts out in your own peace. Ideally that isn’t what’s going to happen behind closed doors but one can’t be too hopeful with your body. You can already feel it rotting as you stand there.Toga chipperly waved and wished you goodnight, calling out your name before she snakes her way back down stairs.You must’ve developed a new quirk, for roots have sprouted and locked your legs in place. Of course they’d know your name. Why would their boss, your boss, keep that a secret. He’d spoken to them as if he had discussed your arrival beforehand.You didn’t want it a secret, but hearing it was just, a lot. Tonight has been a lot. You hadn't spoken a single word, so it was jarring when she called it. Hearing it from a different person's mouth still left acid burning its way up your throat regardless of the intent.

Inhaling a shaky breath your hands grabbed and turned the knob to your door, as you forced your legs to push yourself forward to open it. It made such a hideous screech that welcomed you into your new room. No lights. Expected. You did have two windows though, and a candle that Toga must have given you. It was half used and pink. Charming. 

Closing the door quickly, you found the lock, which you're thankful it had one on this side, and locked yourself in. A smile spread across your lips as you took it all in. Your bed was nothing more than a twin on the floor with covers that had seen better days. But it was yours.The windows had sheets stapled around them in an attempt to keep the elements out. You were glad that someone had thought about your privacy. Slipping off your shoes and mask you crawl onto the bed and under the covers, squirming into the lumpy mattress hoping to make an impression that your achy body could call home. The room, the bar, the building all had a distinct smell, it wasn't good in any means but it smelled safe to you. Calming your stomach down, you closed your eyes and hoped your ”inconsiderate” neighbor would be the opposite, just this once.

[boujeeceo]

It is so scary to book these surgeries. Moving these large sums of money for it just feels so wrong. It's definitely nerves and the fact that this is the largest amounts of money I've ever had to pay at once to anyone ever. But I'm still borderline shaking but I'm about to book my nose job and lock it in! My eye surgery is in a few months too 🧿💖🧿

[babooshkart]

some sentences for Saturday

@lou-isfake thanks for tagging me, bud 💕 I’ve been tagged a couple of times over the months, but uhhhhhhhhh did not have the guts to contribute! So! Have this!

There were pale patches on the wallpaper, where framed photos of their vacation in Bali had once hung. Draco’s imported olive oils, missing from beside the stove. His apron, printed with flowers and stained with beet juice from a borscht-making experiment gone wrong, wasn’t hanging from the pantry door. Harry followed Hermione’s cloud of hair into the bathroom, the bedroom, and could only stand and gape, the pieces of his world crumbling around him like a sandcastle built too close to the waves.

Hermione’s face was grey with shock. “Harry, I—“

“We—we have reservations,” he said, his stomach a pit of despair that dropped out through his toes, “For tonight, we—we were going to go to La Marca to celebrate our paper being accepted to that journal he was fretting about.”

“Harry—“

He blinked hard, his vision fogging. “We were going to order the pufferfish, it’s the only thing he’s been talking about for weeks, Hermione.” Was breathing supposed to be this loud? His chest felt a little tight. “It was always, ‘Potter, you can’t even imagine how difficult it is to get pufferfish done this well, they’re masters, we might have to get two orders because I don’t want to share’.”

“Harry--”

“I don’t understand what’s happening right now.”

Hermione’s arms were soft when she pulled him in. Her hair smelled like almonds.

Everything was really quite shit.

Hahhhhhh this is good and fun and nice. I’ll tag @nv-md @wheezykat @gryffindorhearts @the-starryknight @slytherco @onbeinganangel @shealwaysreads if you feel like it!!

[ruhrohherewego]

Free writing prompt (you obviously don't have to do this if you don't want to) I got from a random generator: performing necromancy in a ball pit, possibly with dinosaurs involved

HI OMG you're so nice for sending this akdjfshafkjhsksh thank you! i wrote this drabble (it is in fact a fic, this is a fandom blog) and i really hope you enjoy it :') i'm still an amateur so it might not be the best

The ball-pit stretched across the lawn. Its space intimidated Jason; it could’ve been bottomless, or the home for creatures to lurk and steal boys who have just turned thirteen. Any intimidation left once Dick jumped in and swam around, confirming its safety. Once Jason was in he didn’t leave, not even to eat cake. Some of the balls had smears of icing that he’d have to clean later. 

It must’ve taken Bruce ages to set it all up. Jason couldn’t stop thanking him for all of it. 

Night had flown by. Hot air stagnated and sweat beaded on Jason’s forehead. Summer hit its peak during the day, but even with the sun gone the effects of it lingered. 

Jason wiped his forehead and looked to Themis, the t-rex plush Dick had gotten him. “Themis! Prepare yourself.” 

His arms raised in front of him. The sea of plastic remained still. 

“Rise my friend. Rise and become part of this world once more, to do my bidding—”

Balls erupted and Dick emerged, arms out like a zombie. “Bleh!”

Jason pinched his nose. “You have to wait until your cue Dick! Bruce, tell Dick to stop messing it up.” 

“He doesn’t listen to me.” Bruce said, sat in a fold-up chair, a slice of cake half-eaten. 

“Okay, okay, I won’t mess it up this time.” Dick said. “It’s just funny when you get mad, it’s like an angry chipmunk.” 

“Bruce!” 

“Dick.”

Dick put his hands up and fell back, buried once more. Jason smiled. He raised his hands again, listened to the calling crickets, and recited his lines. Part of him hoped Dick would mess it up again, that way it wouldn’t have to end.