#Dancing with the Dead (In Character)

[t00muchheart]

Something about the fact that both Dean and Cas think they’ve fucked up too many times to be redeemed, that they aren’t worth saving, and yet they forgive each other.

Something about the fact that both of them, faced with an outside force compelling them to kill the other, pushed past that to save each other’s lives.

Something about Cas dying to save Dean time after time because he can’t stand the thought of seeing Dean dead, not knowing what it does to Dean to see Cas dead, and to feel like the blood is on his hands; about Cas trying to restructure the universe for Dean and Dean just wanting him to stay.

Something about Dean teaching Cas to be more human and then, when he is human, failing to help him and having to live with the regret of that.

Just…something about Cas and Dean and the way that they’re simultaneously doomed and inevitable, always circling around something but never able to land

[monsterfloofs]

Demon (No name yet?) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

You sold your soul. The thought never even crossed your mind until the day when travesty came to your loved ones. You knew there were rumors of people selling their most sacred self for many things, fame, fortune, beauty, yet you yourself traded for a different price.

To rework the damage of time, of events you could never be able to mend without help. You had tried to make peace with what transpired, but couldn't bear it. Thus you had decided your life was unliveable. What good was a soul if your heart was splintered into fragments. What good was a soul to a being that no longer wished to live without those who made life worth living? To rewrite the threads of fate bore a heavy price, and you could never see your other loved ones again. It was a cruel price, but one you gladly took.

Remembering the flash of bright pearlescent teeth, almost glowing in the dark. Turning with fear as a light bloomed into existence, the bright had burned your eyes. You pressed your fingers to your eyes as you ground tilted under your fit. As if the very ground had become a swarm of writhing snakes.

You had been prepared for the worst. You were ready to suffer ten-fold for your wish to abuse the hands of fate. Yet perhaps it was one last glimmer of luck, that your benefactor themselves ended up being an oddity. Dressing you up like a pompous porcelain doll and parading you around as if you were some kind of priceless luxury.

You examined your reflection in the mirror, tilting your head up to look at the dark lace like marks that encircled your neck. Fingertips smoothing over warm skin, digging your thumbnail against one of the elegant swirls and scratching at it. It was, no use of course, you had tried all sorts of ways to remove it. Your stare into your eyes instead, trying to read the expression on your own face.

Then a bell tinkled and you looked over your shoulder, before begrudgingly slouching out of the large baroque restroom in your private suite. The bell ment tea time and the first tea time of the month could only mean one thing. You dreaded the new clothes that would have to endure. They were usually poofy, with enough ruffles that you had entertained the idea of pulling them all off and using them as a rope to escape out the window. Seeing a prettily wrapped parcel on your bed you could only sigh.

It was cruel and unusual torment, yet considering how you had thought your new life was going to be. . . it was better in spades compared to that. You gingerly pull apart the bow, and open the box. Feeling your face sag as you lift up the garment. Well. . . it's. . . certainly.

Something.

Something as in, you felt like a pink profiterole as you waddled to the parlor. If the pants were any poofier perhaps you could use them to make a hot air balloon.

You sat with your hands folded in your lap as you looked out the window. Home, they had insisted you call this new world. Yet it felt like a gilded cage. No matter how pretty, how decorated the iron was, they were still bars. Your guard had been down, mind wandering as you stared out the window. You hadn't noticed the shadow looming over you until it was too late.

A clawed hand reaches over and gently pinches your cheek, which makes you scrunch up your nose and shake your head.

"Look at you!" They squealed, tail lashing back and forth. "Perfect, perfect, you are absolutely darling!"

They acted with an air of an overly affectionate aunt, and it was truly the most bizarre experience.

They clapped their hands. "I want to see all of it!"

With the air of a waterlogged cat trying to reclaim their dignity you stood slowly. Watching as they make a dramatic show of looking you up and down before spinning a perfect clawed finger.

"Do a little turn for me? Oh pretty please with a cherry on top?"

S i g h.

You turn on your heel slowly, lip jut in a pout, holding your arms out at your sides. You arms fall to your sides as your finish your and wait for further instructions. their hands clasped to their cheek and staring at you with something like tears in their eyes.

"You are just so scrumptious! OOH I could just eat you up!!"

You remember being terrified when they first said that, but now you blink mildly and politely sit back down.

They tap a fingernail against their sharp teeth, "I will have to plan. . . for next month maybe something in lilac yes. . ."

You take a deep breath, well, you told yourself you would ask, it's now or never.

"My liege. . ." You swallow thickly, "Perhaps I could. . . pick the design this time?"

You wait for the atmosphere to change waiting for the floor to drop out and you to fall into a fiery hell pit.

When you peek at them they look more like they want to cry.

"Really?"

You guiltily look at the tiered pastry tray "If it wouldn't be too much tro-" The last word gone as they fling their arms around you.

"Aaaaaa!!" They shrill, "Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my lil cream puff, my lil cupcake you can have whatever you would like!"

Your eyes wide as you are rocked back and forth. It's getting hard to breathe. "M-my leige-" You wheeze, patting their back urgently.

"I was hoping and hoping you would ask I–" They drop you immediately, taking a step away with their hands held behind their back. "O-oh yes. Of course, touching, you don't like that whole invasion of personal space" They twitter nervously tugging at their collar with a finger. "Whoopsie, w-won't happen again!"

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[feelingtheaster99]

I’m rewatching Fantasy High and Fabian’s responses to The Hangman during their season one interactions are some of my favorite moments:

“Yes, yes, in due time, Bike. Now, to the ice cream shoppe!”

“BIKE! Hangman! No! No, we don’t talk about women in that way! … but she is rather cute”

“Well, I mean just make sure on the yellows, like just push through.”

[cosmichearter]

"Monsters must be people too, so oh geez!"

[rainbow-wolf120]

I NEED THIS TWINK OBLITERATED‼️‼️😡😡💥💥💥🤬🤬

[books-are-my-life-stuff]

Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead OP Song of the Dead by KANA-BOON

[sorcerous-caress]

"Wyll is the normal boring companion" What if i fucked you with a chainsaw

[angelspitxx]

elaena targaryen, the youngest of the green siblings, has always been betrothed to aemond. she is a chaste girl and a perfect replica of alicent herself. modest and proper, duty has and will always come first.. but what happens when her fate is changed? when she's no longer protected by the security of being betrothed to aemond? when the gods have given her a different husband, one that she's absolutely terrified of?

aegon has longed after her for many years. watching her from afar, drowning himself in wine and the company of harlots to numb himself of the need to claim her. now that he finally has elaena.. he refuses to let go. she belongs to him, until her last dying breath.

[dootznbootz]

I think some folks MAY have gotten the wrong idea about how I feel about Circe with some of my posts. So, to clear the air...

Homies, I love that fucked up sorceress.

I love how we're never given a reason why she turns people into animals. That's so funny and so awful. And another potion-making magic gal?!?! I love that she's just basically vibing on an island doing whatever she wants. I even love the fact that she scares Odysseus shitless! She's morally gray and that's why she's FUN.

I just sincerely hate when people try to girlboss her or have her be a victim of SA when she never was Looking at you, Miller. Especially when she was actually the one who coerced Odysseus in exchange for his men being transformed back into humans. And even then, while he was clearly afraid of her, (it's in the language of the Odyssey) she likely meant him no harm after a certain point. He just didn't know that.

Why does she need a reason to do awful things? Why can't she just be a goddess who does whatever she wants? That's the reason why I love her!!! She's fucked up!!! :D

I hate what the Telegony did to her as well! >:( You're telling me, this sorceress goddess, who makes potions (!!!) wouldn't have magic contraceptives??? Would WANT CHILDREN?!?! WITH THE PATHETIC WIFEMAN?! No. Fuck no. Eugammon of Cyrene, I have beef with you 🤬

Anyways!!! Understand all the "#anti circe" I have is simply Anti "Girlboss Circe" or the book. I genuinely think she's neat af as her morally gray, fucked up sorceress self and just get frustrated with...everything :'D

[weaselishmcdiesel]

PLEASE SHOW ME UR INDIE ROCK OC GUY I WANNA DRAW THEM PLEASE PLEASE

SNFFFFFF FINE. FINE. BUT IT'S MORE OF A SONA. SNF. SO ASDJKHF YOULL SEE

MY CHEEK SWIRL. YKNOW...

but! i've decided theyre born a pop troll but is more interested indie rock? but as a result have a pop influence :3 BUT THIS MEANS I MUST DRAW YOUR GUY TOO. YOU MUST UNDERSTAND.

[octahedral-chaos]

Welcome to OCTAfan's Obscure/ Odd Characters Tournament!

I made this to give some love to some of my favourite characters, especially the odd or obscure ones!

Feel free to make propaganda for your favourite! Just don't put down other characters though.

Each bracket will last for a day, starting at 6 AM.

If tied, both characters may proceed to the next round.

Now let's meet everyone!

ROUND 1

OCTAtag/ Monde (OCTAHEDRON) VS Light being (Everhood)

COCOON protagonist (Cocoon) VS HoB Protagonist (HOB)

Avemcaec (NERVE) VS Jadeplume Terrorshroom (Genshin Impact)

Space Beetle (THUMPER) VS Black Resin protag/ Xen (Black Resin)

Viridian (VVVVVV) VS Witch (Dicey Dungeons)

Aven and Edda (Worldless) VS Planets (ADOFAI)

Heart (Mad Rat Dead) VS Fantoccio (Billie Bust Up)

Jumpgrid (JUMPGRID) VS Rhythmy (Rhythmy)

Phoenix (DOTA 2) VS Solario (Black Heart)

Urania (Genshin Impact) VS Thunder manifestation (Genshin Impact)

Icosahedron (OCTAHEDRON) VS Miracle Matter (Kirby 64)

Dedf1sh (Splatoon) VS Marie (Splatoon)

Brolga (TY) VS Lilac (Freedom Planet)

Luna (Heartstrings) VS La Dance Macabre (JSAB)

Otis (Owlboy) VS Ida (Monument Valley)

Diver (Abzu) VS Pronty (Pronty Fishy Adventure)

[fun-k-boards]

Whenever people fail to understand that what we as an audience know is sometimes entirely different from what the characters know I get genuinely heated I need to put the phone down and just breathe in a serene forest or something because otherwise my blood pressure would get to a dangerous level

[communistmarktemple]

i’ll be so real with you. i think red team should stay jokes forever.

[wildfairies]

browsed the dance academy tag and forgot that people hate tara… like damn sorry you weren’t a childhood dreamer hopeless romantic socially inept weirdo with their head in the clouds who yearns so earnestly it hurts and wants so badly it’s embarrassing… who gets lost in their own head but takes responsibility for their mistakes… who can’t stop thinking and picking themself apart but always shows up for their friends in the end…

[character-obsessed-fem]

part thirteen of meeks screenshots!!

[carefulfears]

I just love how carefree mulder and scully are in david’s episodes, it’s a side of them we so rarely got to see… 😔😔😔

yeah, me too. david writes journeys for mulder, with clear morals and arcs. the unnatural is about valuing “life on this planet,” finding space for joy and connection in the midst of blinding pursuit. amor fati is about commitment to your purpose, realigning to who you are at the core, who you were as a child. the promises that you made to yourself then. hollywood a.d. is about legacy, what we leave behind: does it matter if it’s warped, or if it’s nothing, so long as we loved and were loved well?

david’s episodes are classic hero’s journeys, active lessons for mulder as a character. but these are all things that scully already knows, so she gets to be passive and lighthearted and wise. they aren’t having anything beaten into them; they’re growing through storytelling, through play, through identification. they’re growing through watching a movie at 3am and rambling to each other. they’re growing through eating gross fake ice cream and reading old newspapers on a saturday morning. they’re growing through swinging a baseball bat, hips before hands, all night under the stars.