For @nutzgunray-lvt Since I Can't Send You An Ask Nor A Message:

Right!? I always thought SpongeBob's grandma was a cannibal for making cookies.

When I was a kid I always thought SpongeBob’s parents were cookies, and didn’t consider they’re sponges…idk why I just did lol.

Oh thank god, then it wasn't just me!

Thanks @mathiwrites for tagging me! In fact, it's actually fitting that I got tagged by you. You're the one who’s beta-reading this for me.

I was originally planning on making this a sneak peek on AO3, but it got taken down because they don't really allow WIPs on there. So, here's a sneak peek into My Hero Academia: Rewritten Sparks! Coming soon to AO3 on July 7th. Take a look!

“Young Midoriya!”

As Izuku clutched his chest in pain, he heard All Might call out in a panic. But Izuku already knew that it was too late. He coughed up a familiar metallic taste, which spattered on the hard concrete. The liquid crimson shined like a ruby gem. Some of it drips from his chest and all over his hand. Izuku started to go numb as his knees went slack. He couldn’t feel anything but cold, unforgiving rain pelting his back as if to rub salt into a wound.

“How pathetic. The quirk my younger brother had been accumulating for generations. And this is who All Might entrust it to? A quirkless child with a washed-up dream?”

Izuku looked up at the face of the villain who pierced him in his chest, his vision starting to blur as he tried to piece together the villain’s face. Whenever Izuku saw this villain…he couldn’t help but recognize it. But from where? Izuku knew All for One as the older brother of the first carrier of One for All, but every time he saw him…I saw someone else. Someone familiar.

“Well…you did one thing right. Thank you, Midoriya Izuku. Thank you for returning what is rightfully mine.” With the villain’s last words, everything went black.

*****

Izuku. Can you hear me? Hello?

Izuku opened his eyes and saw nothing and everything. The beginning and ending. Light and dark. Life and Death. Good and evil. And everything in between.

“There you are. My beautiful creation.” The entity cupped the young boy in their hands, making him realize how small he was. “I thought I lost you.”

Izuku looked up at this entity in shock; their presence was imposing yet welcoming at the same time. “Where am I?” He asked in confusion, looking around at the vast empty void that surrounded the two of them. “Am I dead?”

“Yes. And no. You are dead for the time being. Soon, however. you will be reborn.” The entity explained to Izuku. “Time is about to reset itself. So we only have so little time to talk.” “Talk? About what?” Izuku asked in bewilderment.

“About your wish.” “My…what? What do you mean? Who are you?”

“I am Omo. I have watched over many worlds since the dawn of time. And you are…”

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by @sophiainspace thank you!

Not sure if this will be in the final draft or not... but here's something from Trophy!

Barry opened his eyes “No.” He looked around, taking in his new surroundings with a mounting horror. “No, no, no, no–” The events of earlier were coming back, shattering his entire world all over again, a world that was spinning before his eyes. “No, no, no, please–” He didn’t know who he was begging, the universe, the speedforce maybe– anyone who could undo what he couldn’t.

@negative-speedforce @vexic929 @shrinkthisviolet @i-hate-happy-endings @practically-an-x-man no pressure of course !

They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade.

Six-feet off the ground at all times, I think I'm feelin' odd.

No matter what I make, they never see mistakes.

Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake.

They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above.

The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

-The Living Tombstone, “My Ordinary Life”

*****

Servants in the Shadow: 7 Ways to Murder Your High School Rivals

Genre: AU/Angst/Tragedy/Horror

Rating: Mature

Contains: Graphic violence (including suicide attempts, murder and death); mentions of ableist and LGBTQ+ slurs; mentions of drug and alcohol abuse; mentions of sexual abuse; and mention of human trafficking

Selim Bradley is twelve years old, rich, a straight A student, Student Council President, and is already in his senior year. And to top it all off, he will become the King of the Senior Prom. Or so he thinks. After Edward Elric loses his arm and leg in a car crash, people started to flock to him instead of Selim. They even put him in the Senior Prom King Election in pity. Inspired by Ryan Scott Oliver’s song ‘The Ballad of Sara Berry’, follow the story of how a boy slowly loses his sanity over the course of a school year all because he lets his pride and arrogance get the best of him.

Art by @spoopy-sloth

House: You think I'm on the spectrum?

Wilson: I highly doubt it.

Me, an autistic person who can somewhat relate to House:

I'm honestly convinced that people who think house is autistic haven't watched the show

UM GUYS. I JUST NOTICED A CRAZY ISSUE W THE TUMBLR UPDATE.

Ok but like

Just curious

Lemme know what y’all think and reblog this if you wish!

When you're a little child and you have a caring mother.

Toriel should get some revenge tickles on Sans! I bet that blueberry is ticklish.

Bless your glorious mind my beautiful anon

When overloaded with cuteness Tori tend to get a little… handsy.- Poisond

Here’s my entry for @black-and-yellow’s DTIYS Contest.

I had a lot of fun drawing my entry and love how it turned out. I especially love the glowing kanji for antihero that I added.

References That I Used:

animal corpse, bones//

stanley as a whale fall and a bunch of narrators as the scavengers

[Image description: A picture of a whale fall, the whale mostly bones now. A bunch of Narrators from The Stanley Parable are drawn crawling on the whale fall. / .End ID.]

💛 Present Mic💛