I had a vision

Mr Compress is a flirt reduced to a beggar around Kurogiri’s somewhat purposeful obliviousness

preview of the low-effort shitpost i'm working on

love that marc looks over at steven like, "hey, here's our chance to murder the hippo goddess and hijack her underworld boat," and steven wants absolutely nothing to do with it

Kanako allowed a hefty sigh through her nose. The cacophony of skittering and scampering approached once more, darting past the goddess on all fours and off into a different room of the shrine. Like clockwork, the noises came back, claws desperately scraping the floor to turn a corner.

Tsukasa stopped in front of the dining room, head flicking left, then right. Kanako glowered down at the kudagitsune over crossed arms. Tsukasa’s face shone bright red, her ears tucked back against her head, and her eyes blazing with terror. Without a word, she darted away on all fours.

A small hand slapped the goddess’s back, hard enough to elicit a cough. “Hey, cheer up! At least she ain’t markin’ territory,” Suwako laughed through an unnaturally large (cute) mouth.

The anguished sobbing from her daughter’s room came closer, and Sanae stepped into view. Her face was equally, if not more, bright red. Practically glowing. Her cheeks were puffed up and her eyes were mostly closed through tears. Slowly, she walked and cried her way to Kanako with her arms outstretched.

Kanako embraced her daughter, trying and failing to understand mumblings about “Butterfree” and “Episode 21”. Then, Sanae made an about face and left back to her room. Tsukasa skittered up in front of her, and miraculously let herself be picked up from ground and carried into their room. The door slowly shut behind them.

“Now do you remember why we don’t keep sake in the shrine?” Kanako asked, scowling down at her bastard frog wife.

Raphael, disguised, to the debtors: I heard that Raphael has an 8 pack. that Raphael is shredded

Haarlep, listening in: Raphael is a punk bitch

What if, Harrington?

As long as it's @valvertweek, here is one of my favorite Valjean and Javert scenes I've written (for my recently updated fanfic Annoyances):

“But I should have expected no better, as this is a false country— I have been compelled to see its falsehoods, to see that all of society and law and government and legislation and magistracy and sovereign authority and civil service and penal codes and all the dogmas on which rest political and civil security, can apparently only be summed up as a great farce someone is playing,” Javert’s words began to blend together into an utterly incoherent snarl of rage, “it is all deceit, deceit from on high, from the very forces ‘on high’ they tell you are incapable of deceit, they lie to their servants, so that their servants believe themselves honest when they are simply party to a great lie—and then they put their empty-headed imps of dandies into the uniforms of lieutenants, and they put their saints in the green caps of galley-slaves and brand them ‘forced labor for life,’ and they trick their honest servants into crime by dressing up the true authorities in the costumes of the false, and the false authorities in the costumes of the true! If there is any ‘true’ authority all! If one can trust in anything! If there is not a rift in the very firmament! If it is not all rubbish, waste, anarchy, a shapeless mass, ruin, chaos—If the very ground beneath our feet does not give way—!” “Oh,” Jean Valjean said, stumbling on a loose paving stone; he lost his balance, clutched at Javert’s coat, and dragged him to the side. Javert staggered.  In a moment the two of them had fallen to the cobblestones in a confused painful tangle of limbs. “Hmm!” Javert said, extricating himself from underneath Jean Valjean. Then he rose to his hands and knees and shook the sewer mire off himself, like a dog shaking the mud out of its fur.  “This is why thought is useless,” Javert explained with a wag of his finger, haughtily dropping his eyelids. “See there! I was too busy thinking over some nonsense or other I have already settled, that I did not see the loose stone. You see what it is.” “Ah,” Jean Valjean said, lying face-down on the pavement.

Couldn’t get this image out of my mind

Skull: when I came into being, the gods said “so pure! So much perfection!”

Lucy: wrong.

Lucy: when you were born, the devil said “oooh, competition!”

once again I’ve unearthed my favorite Hellbirds picture

beautiful, graceful, flawless, looks good, knows it, basking in the spotlight

…and then there’s the furious little gremlin in the background

J: bite bite bite bite bite bite-

C: Could u stop?!

J: No >:3!!! bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite

hello all. i am listening to malevolent podcast