It's so funny because in some ways, Natsu IS a himbo. He's strong, kind, and can be a little dumb. But he's also so NOT a himbo. As he IS smart and can strategize and while he IS kind, he can also be really grumpy and hot-headed. Natsu's just a fucking enigma and that's how he SHOULD be.

Imagine being Orion in A Deadly Education.

People are mostly not that interesting to you. They don't like you so much as they like what you can do. Maybe at some point you tried to really connect with someone, and it didn't go that well, so you didn't keep trying. Fighting mals though? You're good at that. It makes sense to you, unlike most of the things people do. It's rewarding -- intrinsically rewarding -- and people seem to be happy that you're doing it? Because they don't like doing it but it benefits them. So, basically no downside.

And you go off to school and it's full of mals, and people think you're great because you fight the mals, and you ignore them as best you can when you're not fighting mals for them. (You're polite, your mother always wanted you to be polite and you don't want people to be mad at you. But you don't do anything beyond being polite.) And people seem to think you're doing a good thing. So. It's ok. It's good enough. The world makes sense, more or less. This is what you're for.

And one day you see a soul eater go under another student's door, and you destroy it like you always do. Except this person is mad at you. Which makes no sense. No one's ever been mad at you before, not for fighting mals. So apparently you did something wrong even though you only did what you always do which has always been right before. But you guess you should probably make it up to her? So when she says she needs to go to the shop at dinner you offer to go with her, why not?

Except somehow she's mad at you again. So you have to make it up to her even more now, you guess?

(You don't like it when people are mad at you, but you know what to do when people are mad at you. You Make It Up To Them, usually by doing whatever they tell you to or fighting a mal or both, and then they stop being mad at you. You prefer to understand why they are mad at you, but most of the time it makes no sense, and you know what to do when it makes no sense to you why someone is mad at you.)

So you guard her door while she fixes it. Which takes her a weirdly long time. You've just taken down several mimics, you're bursting with mana, you'd give her some if she asked. Mana has never been a scarce resource for you; on some level it hasn't really occurred to you that it could be a scarce resource for anyone else. People aren't that interesting to you, you don't think about them much, except when someone tells you to, like your mother making you do flash cards of other kids' names. But she doesn't ask, and she doesn't cheat either, she does things the long and hard way, which makes a third thing all coming from the same person that doesn't mesh with your pre-existing worldview. She's fascinating.

And then she pulls on your mana like it's nothing and she's even more fascinating. How did she do that? Is she a malificer? (Is that why she keeps being so mean to you, when nobody is ever mean to you?) What's going on?

And you've never voluntarily fought alongside anyone else before, but she's good to fight with. She's annoying, but she does also point out things you missed or didn't know.

And she stands up for you, in a way that nobody has ever stood up for you before. She's not nice. She's the opposite of nice. But it's starting to dawn on you that being nice is not the same as something else that seems like it should go with being nice. And if El is not nice to you but is that other thing, maybe some other people who are nice to you are...not that other thing to you?

It's a lot to think about.

Anyways. You like her. You're not very interested in people. But you are interested in El.

And then you have the best day of your life, when you've gotten to take on more mals and scarier mals than you've ever taken on before, and you did it and you were good at it, and you kind of didn't want to leave but you were supposed to leave because that was how the Mission worked, and then you were about to die because you missed the bell and the cleansing fires had started and there was nowhere to go, but at least you were going to die next to El.

But she didn't think she was going to die, and she cast a wall of mortal flame (who does that?) and it worked as a firebreak and you didn't die and no one had ever saved you before. That wasn't how the world worked. Who was this person who kept breaking the rules of how the world worked like they didn't even apply to her?

(And then you look around and she isn't there and you kissed her earlier when you thought you were both going to die, and she, uh, didn't react well and oh no, what if you've ruined everything what if you like her but she doesn't like you like that what if she won't want to be around you any more? What if the one interesting person in the entire world doesn't think you are interesting?) (it'd be ok, right? It was ok before.) (it wouldn't be ok. So maybe it wasn't ok before either.)

that type of person who you think you'd be friends with in every universe - expressed through jim & corey - id/transcript in alt text

so this is a kind of not-so-surprise for my friend @sinclarsupremacy , bc they were the first person i showed this two and was on the phone with me the whole time while i made it. didn't give a single thing away until everything was scanned and done. five dead pens and one reliable sharpie later, i show him this. wanted to get used to drawing the slipsour guyz more but also wanted to articulate something i have troubles saying to important people. this is kind of an ode to all my close friends ive made who i definitely wouldve hung around some graveyards with, and an ode to some bands i didnt know id like as much as i do 🫶

i get that xaden and violet's declarations of love and how much they care about each other are supposed to be romantic but honestly it is just complete and utter clown behavior. every time xaden says some overdramatic shit like

"I want you more than my next breath."

"Every day I wake up starving for you"

"My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I’ll meet Malek at your side. It’s a damned good thing that you love me too, because you’re stuck with me in this life and every other that could possibly follow."

"There is no me without you"

"My life, if it even existed beyond yours, would mean nothing without you in it"

"I would rather lose this entire war than live without you"

"I love you, the world does not exist for me beyond you"

"I'd kick his ass for implying there's any other future other than the one where you and I are endgame"

i'm literally just here laughing my ass off. like sir, respectfully, you need to calm the fuck down lmfaoo

and violet is just as insanely overdramatic. these two are perfect for each other, they're both such emotionally stunted overdramatic fucking losers and i love them sooo much

"I’ll die if he makes me wait any longer"

"You’re my gravity. Nothing in my world works without you."

King and Queen of DRAMA! lmaoo

🕯️ A Young Candles Flame, 🕯️Chapter 13: Red Feather of Fate

Chapter art by Banadramaaa

It Is here!!! ~ I am so excited to bring this chapter to you all! I have been looking forward to writing Evelyn, and now she's finally here!!!

As always another huge thank you to @bananadramaaa for doing the chapter art for this chapter!! ~ And for allowing me to base a scene around this post here

Shout out to my Beta squad, you guys help so much!!!

Also, we crossed 1200 hits. I am so happy I could cry, Thank you ever single one of you for reading this fic ~

and with that being said enjoy chapter 13 Red Feather of Fate.

Oh my goodness, what's this???? A collaboration between @beebox-illustrations and yours truly? ;)

You did amazing Bee😂 can't wait to do this again in another 5 days💛✨️💚

I’m sure we’ve all seen the “all my transmasc friends want to look like at least one of the TF2 characters” tweet, but I don’t have one AUTISTIC friend who doesn’t ACT at least a little bit like one of the TF2 mercs; this includes me, this is 100% not a diss.

Not only that, she recognised a few familiar faces, too. Such as a short height with bandages tightly wrapped around in one arm…

[Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Isn't this our little Flame Dragon?!]

Uriel dashed towards the figure of the Abyssal Black Flame Dragon and performed a head-lock.

[Keuk! An enemy's sneak attack?!]

[It's me, your Archangel noonim.]

[Release me at once!]

Hugtober Day 6/? - Good? In My Evil?? It’s More Likely Than You Think!

[ID: A greyscale piece of digital fanart depicting Uriel and the Abyssal Black Flame Dragon from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint. Uriel, dressed in a black dress with a metallic edge and anklets, stands behind the Abyssal Black Flame Dragon and grins widely as she noogies him. Her six feathery wings spread out behind her, and a simple halo hovers over her head. The Abyssal Black Flame Dragon appears in his human form, wearing a black sweatshirt and ripped dark gray jeans with a black belt around his right thigh and two chains looping from both hips. His left arm is wreathed in bandages, and his cheeks are covered in scales. Two short horns poke out from his ruffled black hair, and his two bat-like wings bunch up behind him as he’s held against Uriel. He glares up at his captor, his right hand tugging at the arm around his neck and his left shoving up against Uriel’s elbow as she digs her fist into the top of his head. /end ID]

A silly little comic of a silly little idea

You guys wanna to know more about humanities major Jack Atlas? 👀👀👀

(check reblogs to see previous responses)

I think I’m getting the hang of this whole alien robot look. Some more practice with Rodimus. Debating on who to try next. 

" you know, i'm pretty sure what i am SUPPOSED to say here is ' of all the gin joints in this town ..." cash trailed off, dropping down a beer in front of the girl he considered to possibly be a dream. or a mirage. or maybe a high from coming off a sold out show. any of these are more likely to be true than the reality of her actually being there, sitting nonchalantly on a barstool alone. in a past life, cash might do something stupid like lean over the hug the girl he once thought could maybe be THE ONE. but he was older now. smarter, more mature as his mother had told him the last visit she’d come up for. long gone was the overly hyper underachiever from when she knew him. now, he was in a successful band that had played coachella twice. they had a label. he even had a house, one that he didn’t share with his bandmates. cash was everything a woman was looking for on paper - so why was he so adamant that none of them fit into his happily ever after? why was the one woman still crossing his mind at night, the one that got away from years and years ago? and what was he supposed to do when she showed up at the same bar, as if he dreamed her up? “i uh - what the FUCK are you doing in LA, win? ”

Art by aihammie

Hammie had this adorable hc/story that goes along with her piece and it's too cute not to share so in her words...

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During Auri's birthday, that one part in the middle of their hair always burns up---

like a candle.

So maybe like at some point, they always have to find a way to blow that out during their birthday but it just doesn't stop burning immediately AKSDKDSKSAD

Having a wholesome moment the night before 12 am on his birthday

*12 am*

Auri's hair: HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Auri: 👁👄👁

Diego: 👁👁👁 does that happen—

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And since this cuteness wouldn't leave my head after she firmly put it in there *waves to clip below

*warning for low flickering lights*

The cutie with the hair candle belongs to @daliceus HBD BEAUTIFUL BOI

P.S. Hammie has an ongoing fic and au that should def be checked out

Post 8/8 🔥

When your bedbuddy snuggles up behind you and says “You’ve got a fire about you but an innocence to you” and your half deaf ass can’t see his face to read his lips so you think he said “You’ve got a fire about you but an incense to you” and it seems so profound and lovely that you repeat it to yourself all afternoon and are considering putting it in a fic when you realize what he actually said

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Bonding with a new craft involved extensive handwork; literally most times, mentally others. Clumsy hands and a furrowed brow did more to end pastimes than anything else had, the defeated mindset of I’ll never be good enough stronger than the want to learn. Yoimiya, as well as others, had seen it in real time, the look of defeat, the shuffle as they walked off... some could be persuaded with a cheer, cheers Yoimiya offered in handfuls, bountiful toward anyone and everyone, others needed, wanted, a more delicate touch, and the rest put away their yet-learned craft, believing their hands too awkward. 

No such look was seen on Itto. His stance, though lacking some of the finesse nimble-fingered archers had, was oozing self-confidence, his arms not flinching, his legs not uncertain of where they were meant to be planted. Off of her makeshift pedestal, Yoimiya backed out of frame, admiring the posture with an overwhelming sense of pride. Their lesson had yet begun, and her newly appointed pupil was passing with flying colors! 

A moment passed, and she had realized that maybe she had been silent for a moment too long, her gaze fixed on the display before her, pink fanning her cheeks - whatever this was, Yoimiya wished it would go away already, her focus nearly spent... but not quite.

“Of course! What kind of lesson would this be if I couldn’t, you know, demonstrate? Everyone learns differently! Sooo, I wanted to make sure I covered all my bases,” plus, the image of a towering Oni being taught by a minute archer would go too far in the way of comedy, and though Arataki Itto was capable of great things, handling his laughter was not one of them. “But maybe I didn’t have to! You’ve already nailed down the stance, all we’ve gotta do is refine it! So, we’re gonna’ kick it up a notch.”

Making her way back toward Itto, she pulled free an arrow from her quiver; the fine-tipped edge was blunted, necessary training wheels for anyone yet familiar with their bow. While there stood only one lone target, two bales of hay stacked on top of one another, a stark red bullseye painted on the front, its distance was considerable enough to pose difficulty, but not impossible. Latching the arrow’s tip onto the shelf, Yoimiya gingerly pried apart Itto’s grasp, her freed hand stabilizing the string, and inserted the fletching in-between Itto’s thumb and forefinger, her hand cupping Itt’s own to apply his former grasp once more.

When had she started holding her breath?

“Now, I want you to loosen your posture a bit!” breathless she laughed, tiptoeing back. “And - focus on your breathing! Take in slow, even breaths as you ready your shot. Then, whenever you think you’ve got it, let out one final breath... in the same gesture, release your arrow. And I’ll have you know, Mister Arataki, the very first time I picked up a bow, I managed to hit my first target five minutes afterward! Now I don’t wanna pressure you or anything... but you’ve already wasted three minutes.”

@xamassed​ // continued!