#…also send it to me pretty please

[tagzpite]

Do you have any lore on fish Odysseus because I would love to learn more. Also would you be okay with fanfiction of him?

A wee bit!!! It’s yet to be thought through more but the general idea is that rather than going through the full 10 years of the sea as in the original, Odysseus was blinded and turned to a creature that can’t escape Poseidon’s domain. So even when he managed to break free of the chains Poseidon could keep going after him as he wished. I am debating to keep the Calypso thing and being trapped on the island for 7 or so years still in, maybe she kept him in a pond and released him later on. And once Poseidon is told by the other gods to leave him to go home he does so- then the whole thing with bringing him the sacrifices happens so he’s forgiven. He definitely turned into a fish after Underworld tho.

[jel-jel-jel]

for the marinacht truthers out there. can anybody hear me

[0bticeo]

alastor | your cracks are showing.

picture this, if you will.

you, having had enough of his antics, finally snapping, telling him you see through him. his mask, that too-wide smile, is imperfect.

"your cracks are showing, alastor."

you spit his name like a curse and he feels his gut twist with something foreign. there you are, you, defiant, arms crossed over your chest, denying him his precious persona.

who the hell do you think you are?

before you know it, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him, until you meet the hard planes of his chest. he's all lean muscles you find out, writhing against him, trying to break free.

he tilts your head back with one gloved hand. the leather is thin enough for you to feel the warmth of him. if you shiver, lips parting, you'll deny it.

"careful, my dear."

with that, he kisses you, sickeningly sweet. too sweet. too much. your eyes widen at the feeling of his lips against yours, of his teeth nipping against your flesh. you taste blood. fucker bit you -

he growls, the sound rich and deep, sinking into your marrow like he does in your mouth, tasting you. you find yourself clinging to him, fingers tangling in his curls, lightly tugging at his scalp.

he lets you go, tongue darting to lick the remnants of your lifeblood on his lips. he chuckles at the sight of you - kiss-swollen, panting, pupils blown wide in furious desire.

his thumb presses against your lower lip, right where he bit you. you hiss, sweet pain settling low in your gut.

"you'll cut yourself on my edges if you get too close."

somehow, you don't mind.

[28seulgi]

NINGNING for Versace ‘Kleio’

[3-oclock-tea]

Every note on this post is a get fucked to that bee

[artuurle]

because today has been a Bizzyboy kick for me i decided to sketch my hcs about the height and builds of these guys. who knows if i draw them like this again or iterate upon the designs though.

Also calling out how horribly I dressed Grujaja. theres a reason i did it but its still foul XC

[florshedworf]

imagine how confusing this video is to anyone who knows nothing about inanimate insanity. what the fuck did this phone do

[moonlitkissing]

I need a corset, fishnets, a flowing dress and a cute boy between my thighs

[buddiedaydreamer911]

because i can never decide which i like better, and because im bored and curious, help me decide!

[jrwi-aita]

Hi, is this mic on? Okay. So. I have a confession to make. I may or may not have created a "sex cult" and. Well. How do I put this. Okay, so I know this will sound bad but I promise that in context this will make sense.

So there is this beautiful absolutely amazing man (let's just call him S) and he has been tormented by an unwelcome visitor (E) for a while now. E is incredibly rude, selfish, and hurts everyone around it at any opportunity it gets. I want you to picture, honestly, just the worst person you've ever met but then imagine they're a literal celestial blight on top of that. Awful! He makes my blood boil, and it hurts S the most out of everyone for no reason! S is kind and loving and I would do anything for S, ANYTHING, which leads me to my confession.

So. Maybe. After S and I had a night of passion together, let's say, I was confronting E. And maybe, MAYBE I had the thought that I could convince E to have a change of faith? So I may or may not have maybe also had sex, hypothetically, with E. Maybe. Technically. It could be described that way. Not really, but for the sake of the story I'm sure you can picture a scenario in which I just wanted to look after my beloved S and doing it with E was just my way of trying to protect him! By changing E for the better, in my own way, by converting him.

Does that make me an asshole? I do feel really bad about it but I also think that now we've settled our differences, everything is going to be smooth sailing from here. S doesn't know about this and I don't think I plan on telling him what happened, or even really talking about it ever again. At the least, it's not so bad if nobody finds out about it, right?

I just want to put it on the record that it sucked by the way. Not to be a hater but, E, if you're reading this, get it together man.

[lifesver]

@creatureshrieks said: leatherface babbles to get leland's attention for in his hands he holds a present. the small box is squashed by his fingers and dwarfed by his large hands. it's wrapped, a little haphazardly, in paper he has attempted to to decorate with images of his idea of christmas - snowmen, though he has never made one. reindeer, though he has never seen one. presents, though he has never received one that looks like this. he pushes the box towards the other man's chest with a large grin and a giddy, excited huff. inside is a bracelet he created from, obviously, stolen jewelry and trinkets from the various victims that found themselves on the wrong end of his chainsaw. it's not a particularly cohesive piece, instead made entirely of items bubba had thought were pretty. pretty thing for someone pretty. merry christmas

leland might have forgotten it was so late in the year, if not for the usual christmas covers playing on the radio, and the light snow dusting the tops of toolsheds, and the old car graveyard. right now, it's elvis — if i get home for christmas, that warbles out of the transistor radio, and leland hums lightly along. he can still see his mother stringing the candycane garlands up in the living room, letting the album play, talking about how she liked his voice so much, she could listen to elvis sing any old song.

before the memory can make him sad, thoughts are interrupted by heavy footfalls coming his way, crunching over the frosted, dying grass. it’s bubba — with a string of affectionate noises to announce his arrival. leland turns his head in surprise;

❝ oh — hey, big guy. what’s up? ❞ eyes crinkle gently at the corners as bubba shuffles up to meet him with a certain urgency. holding something in his large hands— which he proudly presents to leland. it's for him — it's wrapped and everything. leland blinks stupidly for a minute, and then obligingly takes the crushed box. bubba’s spent time drawing his own designs on the paper, as though to mimic the store-bought stuff, which seems oddly sweet to him. and so leland takes utmost care not to tear the paper as he unwraps the gift — one haphazard piece of tape at a time.

and leland pauses. for a moment, he just lets the sentimental gesture sink in, and soft, wide eyes lift up to search the the man’s face. leland can see his toothy smile, warmth beaming through the holes in the mask. ❝ did you… make this for me? ❞ he asks, finally. and his expression furrows under a wash of sincere emotion.

leland holds the bracelet in his hand, careful as he inspects and turns it between his fingers. he knows better than to ask where the mismatched pieces had come from. bubba was always collecting things from the victims he took to his big red room. things he thought were nice. things those people wouldn’t have use for, anymore. and despite knowing — leland still thinks it’s really pretty.

he feels a familiar lump of weird grief forming in his throat, and he tries to ignore it.

❝ this is… really awesome, thank you. ❞ leland pulls the bracelet over his wrist. shifts it up next to connie’s. some of the beads gleam in the overcast sunlight. like the bone chandeliers and tanned-skin lamps, and everything else on this property, the bracelet is a bit monstrous, in its crudely handmade nature. but it was made for him, special. and that’s enough to make leland's breath hitch in a slightly painful way. he doesn’t know why the tears prick at his eyes so suddenly, but he swipes back of knuckles against his eyes quickly before they can form. he gives a rough, watery laugh to cover it. an abrupt little puff of vapour in the chilly air;

❝ — actually— hey. i, um. i kinda got you something, too. ❞ leland clears his throat, ducking his head sheepishly; ❝ i mean, it’s not really… much, but… ❞ — he pats for the weight in his jacket pocket. and from his pocket, leland reveals a little snowglobe, no bigger than his palm, and holds it out to bubba to take. the motion makes specks of fake snow lift and fall in slow motion around the little glowing town inside.

honestly — it’s a cheap knick-knack from a pawn shop. something that someone had once kept on a shelf, grown tired of, and then sold off for a couple bucks. leland forgot what they’d even gone in there for to begin with. as johnny spoke to the clerk, leland entertained himself perusing the aisles. mostly junk — until he’d found it, crouching down to look at second-hand christmas decorations. it was oddly easy to get lost in the quiet, happy little world inside the glass orb; almost like peeking through a window to somewhere else. immediately, leland thought of someone else who might appreciate it — and the clerk sold it to him, for the guilty pocket change leland kept from their last victims.

anyway — it's small, it's not special and handmade. but it's a thank you — thank you for being kind to me, this year.

❝ … there’s like, not a lot of windows, down there — and you’re always working, so i thought… ❞ maybe you would want to get away, too, sometimes? leland trails off. suddenly a bit embarrassed with his sentiment. he wrings his hands, focuses down at his new bracelet intently to ease his own nerves; ❝ … um, yeah, anyway… i hope you like it. ❞ leland finally peeks up again, offering bubba a small smile; ❝ merry christmas. ❞

[dreamlogic]

aye can i get a fuckin uuuhhhh

break. on my burger

[billy-loom-tits]

u said to get off your ass, but I can't cause I'm in it😂😂😂

-u know who period boo,🩰

@ghostish-romanvachon i'm being harassed

[firefl1ezz]

i just. hit s+ rank in splatoon and i never honestly thought this would happen?? am i cool now.. do i get to be a part of the s4? do i get to be watered down to my running joke all the time?

[chaosbloot]

Uuh, so I joined in on that dream tiger thing that happened. i don't really know.

[indecisive-dizzy]

been thinking about The Book of Life and the fandom way back when. specifically the trans Manolo headcanons akfhakdgajdha

It's so funny to me! In a trans!Manolo universe Carlos really said

"You can be a man, son. But if you're gonna be a man You're gonna be a SÁNCHEZ MAN!"