you know a weeb is a real fuckin weeb when you see them reblog a vague ass anime screencap without even any characters in it and tag it as the anime its from
#i feel like this is probably referring to nge
What if at the end of A Link Between Worlds, after Link returns the Master Sword, instead of the game ending right then, the first few notes of Fi’s theme played and there was a dialog box that said
"It was a pleasure serving you again, master."
Then the game ends.
WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT
i just wanna sleep
never did anything like that
my brain on fire
actually started for next prompt but sleel
Prompt #3: It was a dark and stormy night
Characters: Lacie Baskerville, Oswald Baskerville, Levi Baskerville, Jury
Summary: Because we all have grown, does not mean we are old. Though the world does not see, does not mean the world does not hear.
All one must do is being willing to change, and change will come in the oddest way.
+14 points for Team Jury
while collecting the stars - [ Pandora Hearts ] -
She wakes up in Alice’s body. She wakes up and waits for someone to come and tries not to pray it will be him. She hears praying can jinx luck.
She wakes up with a letter in hand. Sometimes Alice finds and holds bits and pieces of the puzzle of this tower in her arms as she sleeps.
This is either a gay wedding or a straight one with a selfish groom
(Source: wertheyouth, via pluto-has-rights)
Someone told me there was a genderfluid Break headcanon floating around. Upon being pressured by my art conscience, I went into my closet to find some clothes for him.
Modern AU where Break isn’t blind but he wears big hipster glasses when he needs to see things that are far away.
He was faded into the darkness, along with the rest of the world that they had built together.
All by his hand, this better world was crumbling apart from his will alone.
She would scream, but even her voice could no longer reach the place where he stood.
So close, yet their once inseparable bond was being blown away in the silent destruction.
To be left in a world that had no want nor need for her, that was what he had done. It would have been better if he had killed her with those hands that were orchestrating the end of their story.
"No need for dramatics."
His voice cut through the dark abyss as the last pieces faded into were consumed into its depths.
"You are leaving me alone here."
His figure stilled, she prayed he would bring back the wonders and the lights in this darkened pit, and not leave her trapped with what wishes to dig its jaws Into her throat.
Their movements were frantic, his form looked to be jumping from his skin, and yet dead as he walked through the boundary separating them. The jumbled motions of the simple act of giving her his coat appeared too much when collapsed into her.
"I am not the only one that loves you so, there many who do, yet you refused to acknowledge the loneliness eatting away at you."
She flinched at his words, “You know nothing of my heart.”
He buried his head in where shoulder and neck meet as he whispered, “Yet wish for me stay?”
Her arms wrapped around his trembling body and pulled him into a tight embrace, her voice cracked, “Always.”
His hoarse laugh muffled by skin, “It is to keep the monsters at bay, so I will do what I must to keep you all safe.”
"Then you are a fool."
He shakingly rose to his feet, the laugh that escaped was cruel, “An ancient fool who you still call a friend.”
Turning to leave her in white snow of the courtyard, she grabbed his arm with the strength of ten armies, “You will always be my friend, but offering yourself to creatures in my stead is what makes you a knit.”
Wobbly on his feet, he couldn’t prevent how he leaned into her strength, “Then wishing to protect what’s left of my home makes me such than so be it, my Contractor.”
His marks slit into his skin as blood spilt out, and his form becoming whipping in the winds while shadows to him in hunger.
"…My knights will arrive in few days time, they will take on my stead in our deal," his breath ghosted out of fanged mouth, "and they will not leave you."
Her nails dig into his bleeding arm, the red staining her skin, “Not much considering you are abandoning me.”
He barks out a laugh, “I am grateful that I never became a bedfellow to you because you wouldn’t allow me to leave the bed chambers.”
"That is wrong," her pout prominent on her face as she pulls on his longer ear, "you know it."
He struggles at her tight grasp of his ear, “I helped you rid those that would cling to you too tightly or when you decided sate yourself and jump off the ledge to my arms,” she releases her on his ear yet holding firmly to his arm, “I think I know how your bedside matters work.”
"Private matters to be discussed outside are unbecoming," she knows they are alone, but digs her foot into his booted calf."
His hiss slices through the quiet night, “Like you ever cared for such things,” his annoyance as noticeable as his eyes that matched hers, “I prefer to leave before first light, so if you would kindly remove yourself?”
She stares daggers at the arm she holds, “You plan to be killed.”
It wasn’t a question, she has been bonded to not know how he thinks, but his response so callous, “Just preparing for the worse.”
The bile in her thoat make her words toxic, “To erase yourself from all, what good to not even have a marker of your life, what purpose does it serve?”
He sighs, “Because going around more than once gives me the foresight that my death would bring more monsters to our doorstep.”
She barely hears his laugh, “I think you might be confusing me for you because I am doing what I am supposed to.”
"Hardly seems that anyone would want such a thing," she mumbles and pauses.
"If there is something you wish to say, say it now?"
She knew he could easily remove his arm from her grasp, but he was waiting for her, she voice falters, “You… you must come back.”
"Is that an order?"
Sbe twists herself to reach his chest, and buries her head into it.
She mumbles to him, and he can hear it, yet he still asks, “A little louder because you may have ruined my hearing with your pulling?”
Pulling her head up, she’s crying as she begs, “You have to come back, please?”
He flinches at the sight, but pats her head like they did as children, “It’s a promise.”
She leans into it, and uses his coat to wipe her nose which receives protests as she wraps it around his shoulder. “It’s freezing,” she says with a chuckle, “we don’t need you dying from a simple cold.”
The silence returns to the small courtyard in snowflakes.
He leans down to her forehead, brushing aside her long bangs, and presses a kiss to it. As he pulls back, he mouths, “I will come back, so don’t fret for me.”
"I don’t fret," she pushs herself away and twirls in the freshly fallen snow, "and you will return."
"And you will not be alone."
She almosts tumbles at that, but steadies herself and turns to her protector, “The next adventure,” she hums, “will be one where all of us take together.”
He nods, “Surely, it will.”
She grins at the prospect to which as he returns as he walks past, he wraps himself in his coat and pulls up the hood.
When he walks past, she twirls once more on her freezing toes, he’s gone as first light colours the skies.
"I won’t forget," she whispers to her in the lonely courtyard, "I refuse to forget you."
The clammering of breakfast being started seeps into the courtyard, and she hears her brother calling frantically for her.
With one last hug to herself, she runs off to where her brother is, and calls, “I’m here! I’m here, you are going to wake the whole cstle with your hollering!”
The sublte sounds of her being yelled at for leaving her room in the middle of the night csn be heard, but she’s smiling.
There are still more adventures to be had, so the whole world isn’t going away.
It is all still whole and light.
Tender-hearted heroes are so important to me.
Heroes that are soft-spoken and kind, that want nothing more than to take care of everyone.
Heroes that are sweet and good, that always leave folks smiling in their wake.
Heroes that see good in everyone, who want to be good to everyone.
Heroes that are gentle and compassionate, that wish to share the boundless joy in their hearts with the world.
God bless those people who are INCREDIBLE writers but decide to use those skills to write gay fanfiction
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From now on Im going to speak like an anime protagonist giving an inspirational speech, because….. *clenches fist* because there are people who believe in me! People who are constantly giving me strength! And even if they’re not with me right now…. *faint smile at the ground*…. They’re always sending me their wishes a-and I want to be able to give them courage too!!!!
Reason why I hate cats. They’re so scary.
THE BAKED THE CAT WHY ARE YOG THE ANAL
All the fucking time. People have their pets euthay did something to their kid who fuem or pulled on their tail or got in their fathing. Here’s a better idea: WACKING KID WHEN THEY’RE AROUND Aanks.
But this? Well, tarn, isn’t it?
they do bet bad shit happenack.
I’ll bet that littln’t touch the n right?
and OP is a fuckiing to blame the ending itself when the kid SMACKET IN THE HEAD.
ThURTS for a little cat. I’d lack too.
is this supposed to be readable or am i missing something
Did I just switch channels or something what language is this
Oh thank god it’s not just me
*sobbing* what the fuck is happening
i dont understand what happened
I WANT TO KNOW WHERE IT ALL WENT WRONG
the yugioh spinoffs: better overall animation and art (generally), less filler because they were actually intended to be anime rather than manga, canon queer representation, realistically portrayed characters with mental issues, vicious deconstruction of common shounen tropes,…