Irish Skeleton In A Suit With Old Fashioned Revolvers

Man i love arcane, the art is absolute perfection

but....

this? ^??? this fills me with rage because WHY THE FUCK IS HIS HAIR WHITE BUT HIS BEARD STAYS THE SAME!??!!

HE GOES TO THE SPIRITUAL VOID OF GAYNESS AND HIS BEAR JUST CAN'T BE ARSED TO CHANGE TO WHITE TOO???

WHY??

thinkin about ghost....again

this ones a little nsfw?it's not like...staight up porn but theres like suggestiveness, so just to be safe minors be gone. im serious 😑 like, you can read anything else on my blog but stay away from this okay?

Ghost who matches readers freak. He'll wake up in the mornings with small bites littered across his arms or you squeezing at his chest.

Ghost who absolutely melts when you play with his chest, at first it may be a somewhat innocent action but after a while he'll let out the most pathetic whine because you've accidentally worked him up, which means it's your problem to fix.

Ghost who you'd expect to not want any roughness after his harsh job but when it's you he loves it. He'll offer up his hand or arm instead when he sees you biting at your nails or peeling the skin.

Ghost who's grown to love that gnawing sensation when you just needed to feel a certain pressure on your teeth. He won't admit it but he loves it when he looks down and sees his chest and neck covered in bites and bruises.

Ghost who knows you're not trying to hurt him or cause him pain (at least not too much)

Ghost who will gladly let you tackle him to the ground and do a bit of roughousing with you because god you look hot when you're staring down at him with that grin. so to no one's surprise your little wrestling match on the floor escalates.

Late night thinking pt 2/?

Thinking about a couple, yeah, a couple of lunatics. Lol

But seriously, a couple that are equally deranged as the other, so lost in madness they only have their partner, their only love.

They're both possessive to the point it should no longer be considered a red flag and instead the planet mars. But to them? it's just love.

You look at one of them and one will rip out your spine, vertebrae by vertebrae while the other will plan how to dispose of you.

How dare someone even think about looking at their love?

They're both so lost in their insanity that the world may be burning around them but they could care less, they'd laugh at the pain as they hold their lover, because nothing can truly hurt them in their madness, too far gone but at least they have each other.

Not that they'd notice themselves losing their minds, no, of course not, they dont think anything of it as their lover kills more and more, they just brush it off as another quirk to love and simply do as they do which only sets the madness even deeper.

Til death do us part, they say, except it's only those around them that will die.

yeah if youre a pedo politely fuck off, i dont want you anywhere near me or my blog/page whatever you call this.

that's the nicest I'll ever be to you.

If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

Random one piece headcannons

I know I should be working on the two fics I decided to start but...shhh

Zoro has green eyelashes. Just something about it makes sense and it would look pretty cool

Zoro uas definitely lost feeling in his feet after he tried to slice the buggers off...in the moment it may have seemed like a good idea but now he has feet of steel. Others on the crew are worried but he likes the advantage of having less feeling in them. Realistically this could affect his balance but if we say it's just slight damage to the point where he cant really feel the pain or temperature on his feet then he'd probably be happy about it.

Nami has scars and remnants of hours the arlong tattoo underneath the new one. Because did you see how she was going at it? ain't no way she's got no scars. And as for the tattoo, i don't know what kinda magic they've got in that world to remove tatoos so perfectly in one go but I like the idea that it's there but really faded like a reminder as well as the scars.

Luffy has stretch marks....my guy has stretched so much and I know its his devil fruit and all but there'd scenes where he can only reach so far. So if he does that often (stretching himself as far as he can go and then trying to go too far) he should surely have stretch marks.

Luffy probably had bite mark scars, like he fully chompin on those thumbs like he's Eren Yeager, he has some teeth scars and I ain't listening to criticism on this

my asks are open, you can ask for drabbles, headcannons, fics or whatever, even just for a chat, you lot are welcome to say hi.

hughie

This man...god he's probably older than me but every time i see him on the screen im like "what a dumbass" "OH SHIT THATS MY DUMBASS, NO! BAD HUGHIE!" *spray bottle*

i feel the need to adopt him, this poor guy needs a hug. He's extremely fucked up and traumatised but he's my child now.

Anyone else? or am i the only one who has mentally adopted this man?

Would thou write a little accidentally shrinking Simon's mask in the washer 🗣️

yes, I shall write a tibbit of shrinking the scary mans mask.

You had been trying to do him a favour, seeing him return with blood all over the damn thing. You'd had to practically peel the mask away from him even after he'd reluctantly agreed to let you wash it. Your efforts, while valiant, halted when you realised doing it by hand with an old toothbrush and wet sponge was getting you nowhere. So, after cursing whatever material he uses for the skull, you put it in the washing machine, thinking nothing of it...until you were met with a glowering ghost, towering in the doorway which would almost be horror movie gold if it weren't for the fact he was stood with a mask that clung to his face, the holes for his eyes were strained, making them look almost comically large. You could see the shape of his nose and how it was being pushed down, almost flat. You hold in your fit of laughter and end up in a staring contest which definitely did not help your composure. "Y/N" He growled, but instead of responding with fear you sputtered out a laugh, the way his mask clung to his mouth muffled his voice more than usual and you could the fabric straining against his mouth, reminding of you of those sheet ghost costumes but drenched in water. And so you ran for your life. Simon was never going to let you wash his mask again.

(this was my first ask! i hope i did your idea justice!) :]

Thomas shelby x male reader drabble thingy idk

I've started watching peaky blinders and Im ill which made me think of this and it wont go away so now it's everyone else's problem too.

I've only watched one season so far so might bot be accurate to his character but im trying ;-;

warnings?: mentions of war, scars (not SH), possible PTSD stuff?? violence, alcohol, swearing...im really bad at warnings but i think that's everything unless you need a warning for the french too (jk)

Thinking about Thomas Shelby who owes you a favour. You own your own little group of miscreants but you dont deal with guns or betting, you grew a hate for guns after the war and made a rule to anyone who entered your pub that no guns were allowed. And you didn't do betting because there was too mich competition and dick measuring going on.

What you did deal in and make a living off of, was information, connections, you knew how to get things and what people had done behind closed doors, you were the eyes and ears in the walls. So of course Thomas had come to you for information, but he knew you wouldn't give it for free which is why he offered you a favour.

"anythin you want...any time, just for the information on the blokes I wrote down on that paper"

He says to you, and you take the offer, having the favour of a peaky blinder was valuable.

But what you weren't prepared for was how you'd use this favour.

It's late at night, your group had gotten into some trouble, a fight with another group that you'd prodded the bear with too much. You loose a few of your men, and that bothered you but what shook you the most out of your calm composure was the use of guns in that fight, the ringing was still in your ears as you stood outside Thomas Shelby's door.

When he opens the door you dont even greet him, just blurt out.

"im cashing in that favour. "

To which he raises an eyebrow but lets you in anyways, waiting silently as he tries to neaten his hair, messed up by a rough sleepless night.

"fuck......can i stay?...just for the night?"

You quickly realise how that sounds and sigh before trying to fix it.

"shit, not like that...i just...i just need to hear a heartbeat that isn't my own"

And somehow you got the great Thomas Shelby to agree on your favour, he convinces himself that it's just a favour, that it doesn't mean anything. But the fact you came to him instead of anyone else almost warmed his cold heart. He knew how it felt when the war wouldn't leave, when it made a home in your head and buried itself deep into your bones so that when they creak all you remember are the cries of your comrades.

So there you are, settled on his bed with your head on his chest, listening to the soft thuds of his heart. Your arms are tucked closely to yourself, trying to have the only contact being your head on his chest because this was humiliating enough as it was.

Your eyes close as you focus on the sound of his heart, it drowns out the sound of guns from both today's fight and the war, the sound of your own heart beating too fast because your body seems to still think there's a frenchman nearby and waiting with another gun.

You don't even realise you fell asleep until you wake up to the unfortunate reality that people tend to move in their sleep, finding your arms entwined around Thomas, your legs tangled with his.

Thomas himself was just as surprised when he hadn't heard any shovels that night and then awoke to see his hand ever so gently cradling your head to his chest, almost as a reflex he brushes his thumb across your shortly cropped hair. His eyes trail down, only now noticing the scars from war across your back and arms, he almost touched them and would've if he didn't know that it would probably wake you up.

You both untangled yourselves and lay apart and in silence when you were more awake.

"....this never happened."

You both agree in silence, knowing what would happen if anyone found out as well as the risk of getting attached which was never even thought about by either of you.

It was never spoken of again, both of you going back to just business, you almost forgot about it too.

Until you were sat in your pub, drinking peacefully with the chatter of the men, only to be disturbed when Thomas Shelby walks in, looking more unnaproachable than usual, he makes a beeline for you and murmurs something you weren't expecting.

"i need a heartbeat"

and it clicked, it was like an accidental secret code because no-one else knew what happened that night.

yo how do i get outta this depression funk? i got shit to do. aint go no time to be moping about and questioning if i have a purpose in life or if i really do want to do what ive spent two years of my life studying for

y'all feelin unmotivated?

here's an amazing motivational quote that my grandma told me today

"don't half cock it, go full cock"

her mind is a horrifying yet beautiful thing