#*turns on microphone*

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Melusine reader, slowly turning into an abyssal moth reader, creator reader...I love them all but has someone asked for a puppet reader yet?

Another discarded creation of the Electro Archon, maybe the failed attempt of those who wanted to create an artificial god back in Sumeru, or somehow they're related to Catherine or Sandrone, but whatever the origin is...Puppet reader with a body that will never change nor wither away, puppet reader who has witnessed many things (or not at all, I'll leave that up to anyone else), puppet reader who's unaffected by the abyssal energy and therefore can just be around Foul Legacy or even venture into the depths of the abyss without being corrupted. But also, puppet reader who was built not that seamlessly, puppet reader who's body is delicate and can crack if they get hit, puppet reader who sometimes needs someone to wind them up with a key or something. Puppet reader who looks so so human yet is used to not feeling nor being human at all, who has a heart that beats (probably with elemental energy) and visible doll joints. Do they feel what they touch? Do they have warmth? Maybe they'll never physically feel Legacy's hands, or they'll never feel the sensation of being embraced, and they'll never be able to not be cold to the touch or a bit hard because they're like porcelain. And Foul Legacy treats them exactly like that, like porcelain, as if they were to break at any given moment but Reader always says that they're not that delicate– aaaanyways I'm rambling, sorry sorry, just a random thought I had

Are puppets light or heavy? That means Foul Legacy can carry reader around like a doll, right? That'd be super cute

*riffles through files* i KNOW we've gotten some puppet asks, you all need to meet each other :D

you're a curious paradox to him, alive yet not, made of delicate porcelain yet tender and sweet. for years you've simply been wandering the land, abandoned by your creators and without purpose, until you met him- your Foul Legacy, a feared creature of the Abyss. you're worn and a bit battered, he's scarred from countless battles, and he wakes up one morning with you peacefully leaning against his leg. Legacy almost thinks you're a toy- a rather large, intricate toy- until you move and he almost leaps into the air out of surprise. his wings flutter and his head tilts as you introduce yourself, holding out a hand for him to shake. when he tentatively obliges, it's cold like ceramic, and Legacy trills in amazement, soft fur ruffling up as he curiously sniffs your cheek and hair, caution entirely forgotten in the face of a potential new friend

after that, you're never apart. wherever Legacy goes, you go, and vice versa. he keeps you safe, repairs any cracks you have, and you do the same for wounds and gashes. you tell him the stories of what you've seen on the surface world with him gently curled around you, listening with awe and intrigue. Legacy fights for you, purring happily when you clap at the sight of electricity and water snapping and shifting around him. every night you sleep like death, unmoving and cold- do you even need sleep? he wonders, but simply cradles you carefully in his arm, rumbling for you in your dreams. slowly, that cavernous hole in your chest begins to fill, the hum of elemental energy glowing ever brighter with your adoration for this curious Abyssal creature. you make for a strange pair together, a beast and a porcelain doll, but perhaps you can be peculiar together

[ivanttakethis]

Till uses his microphone stand in Round 6 to act as his anchor, his sense of stability, his last lifeline to a world he's pretty much given up on.

It gives him something to focus on to drown out the crowd and the rain (and probably even Ivan). On stage, it's one of the only things he has complete control over.

But then it’s taken away.

When Ivan threw his microphone stand away, he threw Till's away too.

The kiss. The sacrifice. The silence that followed.

Till lost his anchor. He’s completely unmoored.

In Round 7, he doesn’t get that stability back. With a headset instead of a microphone stand, Till lacks any sort of control.

He has nothing to hold onto. Nothing to ground him.

Idle hands are the devil’s playthings…

[cubbihue]

Okay picture this: Peri, Dev, and Hazel singing "girls do what we like" from season 2 of gravity falls and Dev getting really into it

Once Hazel managed to rope Dev into doing karaoke with her, when she found out his house had a surround sound system. They had fun! Peri is also singing too, but he's so small and the microphones so large, that it's rather hard to hear him.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[itscherryterry-again]

yea

[kaleaido]

For No One

one sided tacomic exposure therapy KILL ME

I heard this song literally JUST today and immediately jumped on this piece cause the lyrics were too perfect

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #136 part 1

Danny felt disgruntled as he slowly came back into consciousness. He was in the middle of the Observants going over some of the new factions that have been growing since he became King. A sudden surge of power flung Danny through a portal and he tried to escape or make sense of what happened but he lost consciousness soon after. 

Coming too Danny was a lot smaller than what he thought he should be. His body had a different feel to it and he could tell he was turned into something that walked on all fours. He lifted his head and took in his surroundings. He was in a field, a field of wheat. He couldn’t even see anything besides the wheat and the sky. The portal that dumped him here was no where to be found either. He was going to have a hard time getting back home, especially in his new form. He could still feel his core but the transformation had done a number on him and he felt exhausted.

Suddenly he heard the wheat snap to his left and he whipped his head around to find a person carefully leaning down a few yards away from him. They seemed to analyze his body movements a little bit before he held out his hand that had a small piece of sausage in it. Danny knew not to take food from strangers but it honestly smelled heavenly and he doubted Sam would ever find out, so he hesitantly walked over and gave it a sniff. After he had taken it from them, they started petting Danny on the head. 

“You're an adorable little puppy aren’t you!” Ah so Danny was apparently a puppy, he probably should try to find a way back home but maybe being a dog for a while wouldn’t be too bad. He hasn’t had a break in a while and the Observants are so damn pushy sometimes. The stranger continued, “I’m going to take you to Damian, he knows a lot about pets. I feel like him and I got off on the wrong foot the other day and I think you’d be the perfect gift.” 

Danny wasn’t sure about being given away as a present but he supposed he had no where else to be and if Damian knew his pets as well as this guy said then Danny would be well cared for.

He was picked up and after a bit of walking they arrived at a farm house. Danny was better able to assess the size of the person holding him and they seemed around 10-12 years old. The kid ran excitedly into the kitchen of the house holding Danny out to an adult that, much like the kid, had black hair and blue eyes. 

“Dad! Look I found a puppy!! Can we bring him tonight to the Watchtower meeting so I can give him to Damian? I think he needs a friend and I want to apologize for how I acted the other day.” The kids dad seemed to give Danny a once over before responding.

“It’s probably fine but let me talk with Bruce first and make sure everything’s OK. We don’t want to force a pet on them even if Damian is good with animals.” He finally responded, he gave the kid a hair tussle and then continued, “Jon, why don’t you give him a bath upstairs while I give him a call, I think I still have some dog shampoo from last time I gave Krypto one.” 

The kid apparently named Jon ran up the stairs with Danny clutched against his chest. Soon he found himself wet in a bathtub, and then he was dried. He was finally able to get a good look at himself in the mirror, he looked like a miniature husky with white fur and dark black patches along his tail, back, and head. His icy blue eyes were piercing and he could see why someone would think he were cute, in fact he was down right adorable. 

After that Jon brought him to a bedroom he assumed belonged to Jon. It was a very basic kid’s bedroom and Danny found himself sprawled on the bed along with Jon. Jon spoke very fondly about Damian and the more he spoke the more Danny got the feeling Jon had a little crush.

Soon Jon’s dad came into the room to tell him that Danny could be given to Damian at the meeting tonight. Danny didn’t know what sort of work Jon's dad did but it sounded like Jon’s and Damian’s dads worked together. He wondered what kind of place the watchtower would be but he didn’t have to wonder for long. 

He also realized how different this world was from his own. Jon and his dad could fly and they wore these skin tight suits, honestly they looked like superheroes which was probably exactly what they were. They flew through the air and eventually they were in front of these tubes Danny honestly didn’t know what they were. Jon and his dad did though, and apparently it was teleportation. Danny was awestruck at the site in front of him, the Watchtower was in space and he could hardly keep in his excitement. 

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[bubacorn]

The Summoning - Budapest, 2024. 11. 13.

[javelinbk]

John Lennon, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr in EMI studio 2 during recording sessions for A Hard Day’s Night, 27th February 1964. Photos by Dezo Hoffman.

[emmavakarian-theirin]

"how do you always do that?" "do what?" "break apart my perfectly gathered clouds of doom"

[eugene-da-potato]

People, hear me out

The survivors gang (Paintbrush, Marshmallow, Apple, Mic, Taco, Paper, mb Knife and Suitcase?) comes back as ghosts like Bow did and posseses MePad to get to MeCloud and save MaPhone

Do you see the vision?

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Legacy gives me biter vibes, or at least nibbler.

Could I get a short fic on that + cuddles?

:3

ABSOLUTELY i will also shake your hand in agreement

Legacy's asleep when you get home tonight, tucked under mounds of blankets to hide from the growing chill of outdoors as winter approaches. he only stirs when you sneak close, slipping a hand under to gently poke the center of his forehead, and it draws a drowsy, surprised trill from your favorite Abyssal monster, the pile of quilts and covers shifting and wriggling until his head finally pops out all mussed and sleepy. you grin, and he lazily sticks his tongue to lick your hand, drawing it into his mouth and gnawing gently at your skin. it's an easy invitation, his claws holding up the blankets just long enough for you to slip under before they quickly wrap around both of you again. Legacy's head presses against your shoulder, then your cheek and forehead, the bridge of your nose- his version of a tender kiss, nuzzling his fanged maw gingerly against you

he nudges your cheek again, leaving a cheeky lick before gently biting down, stretching it just a little. a soft, delighted rumble leaves his chest when you yelp, giving him a lighthearted shove. but you squirm and laugh, the sound carrying hints of Childe's boisterous chuckle that you've picked up on over the years. it's the same with your hums, the quiet, deep sounds that Legacy had shared with you in exchange for your words, his tongue forming your name and the phrase "I love you". the beast in your arms purrs smoothly, pulling you swiftly against his chest and resting your head on his soft lilac fluff. keep you safe, keep his beloved mortal warm and comfortable- his arms squeeze lightly around your waist as he snuggles, partially on top of you, a heavy, armored, weighted moth-blanket cuddled happily against you

you shift slightly to scratch under his chin, and Legacy's joyful trills and croons fill the room once more

[jay-wasreblogging]

John when the client starts crying but rent is due:

[sracha]

hi. ten trillion vocalist summer drawings. 💣

[yippee-optimistically]

HIII last dump I think. Maybe. Might have to dump after I do s3. ANYWAY these r, in order:

Mic, taco, test tube, fan, salt, pepper, paper, pickle, soap, yin-yang, cherries, tissues and trophy, then a tiny testy doodle and some closeups :0)

[cookiep-cat]

SOUR CREAM!!!

[a-realproblem]

last thing I have to say before i call it a good night

disheveled, manipulative, pissed off armand is my favorite type of armand because why did he look so damn good

boring where?! dull where?!

young daniel I get it because I would of been on my knees ready to-