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We all love the "becoming the very thing you sought to destroy," trope. but I have a growing fondness for "destroying the very thing you sought to become"

Day 3: Necromancer

Revisiting one of my oldest fandoms hello percy jackson and the olympians how are we doing

List and the broken doll reference below

this is so important to me

(source of official art; https://twitter.com/NintendoEurope/status/882184726110498818 )

fuck me skin to skin while we're on my bed under all of my blankets with ur favourite show on in the background n maybe there's a thunderstorm outside but we can't hear it over all the noises we're making while ur dick pumps in n out of me

One thing I fucking love about komahina that I don’t see talked about a lot is that both Nagito and Hajime are basically both completely different and yet the same person. Like yes, on the surface Nagito is this depressed, batshit crazy person and Hajime is just some guy. But when you get down into their characters, both of them are two individuals who are both depressed and really fucking lonely and feel inferior to everyone around them. Both of them admire ultimates so much and feel so inadequate by comparison to them, Nagito to the point he’s willing to die for them and Hajime to the point of giving up his entire being just to be one of them. And they’re both two people who, despite deeply hating themselves, just have to have faith that things will get better. I honestly think the reason Nagito is so hostile to Hajime after finding out he’s a reserve course student is because Hajime just reminds him of the parts of himself he hates.

I just think there’s something so genuinely moving and beautiful about these two characters who deeply hate themselves learning to love each other and in the process learning to hate themselves a little less. They both feel so lonely and yet, against all odds, they find that the last person they ever expected to get it, understands completely how they feel.

gave HABIT a giant pet rabbit thing that acts like a symbiote

Only Forever, 2023.

I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.

*The Goblin King is probably why I love villains. 

Strahd and his beloved but neglected husband, Escher, working on Strahd's new outfit. Escher loves the excuse for the attention.

art by @kinothecleric

You know, I've been thinking about how great it would be to crossover the Great Ace Attorney and Gravity Falls. There's so many good ideas, I'd be here for hours listing them all, but here are my main things:

You could have Dipper and Mabel getting chased through time by Wax Holmes (somehow, don't question it) and end up in Victorian London. Sherlock Holmes vs Sherlock Holmes is the main idea here

Sherlock ends up stuck in 2012 and immediately realizes Stan is lying about everything

Ryu, Susato, and Sherlock visit the future and Dipper realizes that Sherlock is lying about Kazuma

Sherlock and Mabel as a dynamic. The world is no longer safe

Sherlock and Ford in the same room. Would they be best friends or instantly get into a fist fight? Who knows!

Sherlock realizes that Old Man McGucket is actually suffering and not some crazy old guy

But my favorite?

If there was any mind that Bill would target to build him a portal, it would be Sherlock. No question. He's capable of making holograms, for God's sake.

But just one problem: Sherlock is far too smart to trick. So how do you do it? How do you get a man so clever to do your bidding?

Simple.

You make him.

Okay I wanted to end it there but I had some ideas for the Bill thing specifically, sooo... yeah. No dramatic cliffhanger, I guess.

Obviously, Sherlock can't defeat Bill forever. He won't be stopped for another hundred years, so how does Bill punish Sherlock for winning?

My idea? Bill erases Sherlock and his friends from all memory. As in, nobody remembers that Sherlock was anything more than a story. He shall not be remembered as a real man with real exploits, just an idea in some crazy guy's head. And his friends suffer the same. No matter how much Iris Watson or Barok van Zieks or Ryuunosuke Naruhodou accomplish, no one will ever know they existed. Their achievements are associated with someone else, and they are forgotten.

Up until 2012, where Bill is defeated once and for all, and the curse is lifted. The world blinks, and names reappear in the history books. Franziska von Karma stares in amazement at the old case record she's studying as information corrects itself on the page. Statues appear at the historic Crown Court building in London. Every copy of Sherlock Holmes fixes the name of the author.

And, well. Gravity Falls is already filled with ghosts. It's not hard for Sherlock and Co. to drop by the Pines family and offer their thanks.

Special Agent Dana Scully, Field Journal Entry number 74.

i have So Many thoughts about the potential parallels between Naomi and Dazai but i have no idea how to verbalize them so have a little doodle or two i guess??

Venti 🦠? Only if you want to tho :3

I had a lot of fun with this. As soon as I saw the prompt I knew what I wanted to do.

Find me on Ao3 as The_Cinderninja

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He is passed out in a corner of the Angel’s Share, arm thrown over his eyes to block out the bright light of the sun shining down through the clouds. The storm barrier falling, crumbling, dissolving to reveal the light of Celestia burning through him.

He is curled up on the floor of a crawlspace within the church, thin tent flaps whipping around with the blizzard raging outside. The sounds of people screaming, crying, children laughing, children dying. There are hymns in the church below him, and they reverberate through the walls. 

He is in a warm pocket with a steady heartbeat behind him. He is so small in a world that’s so large. He’s just been born and he’s already dying.

Mondstadt is ash. Mondstadt is shining. Mondstadt is growing brick by brick from the ground up. Monstadt shrinks beneath the storm barrier. Monstadt breaks beneath Durin. Mondstadt is falling, has fallen, will fall. The cycle begins again.

The winds of time are shoved inside a human mind.

Sometimes, something so fragile breaks and needs to be rebuilt. 

Such a little thing, he could fit in the palms of their hands. But such an impossibly large thing; he could never fit all of himself into a human soul. (He’s tried, will try, is trying).

There are hands on his shoulders shaking him. Green eyes open to squint outwards at red hair. He sees all of their faces at once. 

Venti, they ask him, in all of their voices, what’s wrong?

In every timeline he smiles. A weak laugh, and shrugs them off. Just a hangover!

Sometimes they believe him, sometimes they don’t. It doesn’t matter.

Nothing a little time won’t resolve!

Something as vast as him is bound to break the human mind he insists on keeping. But humans have such interesting turns of phrase; time heals all wounds.

His mind fractures, splits open, and time bleeds out. But given more time still, he’ll stitch himself back together again. The cycle begins again.

Is…Is this my blood? Hahah… I’ve never known such…Such…relief?

TFW you made things awkward because you had an awakening of carnal lust in front of (and brought on by) your sworn enemy

Color studies!

i miss my wife tails