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[sysig]

For Requestober

Papyrus and Sans cozily hugging each other in soft clothes😭😭😭

(well this is literally first time I did this hope didn't do anything wrong)

Day 10 - Sleepy snoozey skeletons

[tatatale]

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FR15K BOB IS IN CONTROL OF THIS ASK BOX NOW CYPHER :]

HELLO ALIVE CAST!! I'VE HEARD THAT YOU ARE ALL HAVING A X-MAS PARTY SADLY I COULDNT ATTEND DUE TO BUSY SCHEDULES, BUT I'VE COME BEARING GIFTS FOR ALL OF YOU!

I'M THE ONE THAT DOXED LYATA BACK THEN...(SORRY ABOUT THAT)

OH! AND MEET AMETHYST :]

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What was that about ?? anyway, happy X-mas! ( ￣▽￣)

(I know it's a bit early to say, but I just want to say it now before I forget.)

(OMG sorry for taking so long, Tumblr keeps eating my asks 😭)

[fauchart]

how do you feel abt sideshow bob ! :33

I drew this on a crowded train on my way back from holidays,, the struggler LOL

Anyways, BOB!! I love this guy so much, he was among my top favorites when I first watched the show back in middle school and tbh? I had great taste, what a guy. His theatrics and murderous rage are crazy entertaining

God and the political jokes... Of course they had to make him a raging republican LMFAO it's so fitting and they play it in such a hilarious manner I'm never tired of it.

And his voice? Absolutely one of the very best in the entire show, not only the voice itself but the incredible delivery of his (masterfully written) lines... AND his magnificent singing.

Honestly what's not to love?

Original version below:

[theside-b]

Charles Tu and Michael Chang in

FIRST NOTE OF LOVE • 彈一場完美戀愛 (2024) dir. Chien Hung Lien

[mamawasatesttube]

wonder woman (1987) #77

i keep thinking about these panels. i think a critical characterization component for diana that needs to be more visible is that sometimes she is just Fucking Weird. she just says shit. she doesn't know much about pop culture. she just Says Things with a completely straight face that make people go ....????????? and i think we as a society need to lean into that more.

[singsofsilver]

let me be the one to say / i wouldn't dream this any other way.

happy 2 yr anniversary with my rockstar!! my one and only, the love of my life, my other half. i love you so much, Chai, and i could never imagine a life without knowing you. 🧡💜

[yichens]

xiseks on twt: #ViceVersaRerunEP4

[coloursflyaway]

Your works always make me feel so cherish ed and spoiled while reading them. If you’re open to requests, I’d love to see something where Charles is struggling with feelings of inadequacy, and Edwin decides to spoil him a bit. Hope you have a wonderful day!

Thank you so much, I am so glad you enjoyed them ♥♥♥ And thank you for the prompt!!

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„I should have done more“, Charles tells him, pacing across the agency’s floor, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth, in a way that makes Edwin imagine he can see his footsteps carving themselves into the floorboards. „I should have done just something. Been faster, or should have just noticed that they were coming earlier, just something.“

It’s been going on like this for more than thirty minutes now, Edwin checking the time on the clock on their desk periodically. And he understands it, feels some of the guilt that is clearly wrecking Charles himself – Niko has gotten hurt on a case earlier, because none of them had paid attention on the third witch of the coven hiding in the shadows, waiting for a chance to strike – but while Crystal had taken Niko to the hospital and Edwin has resolved himself to pay more attention next time, Charles seems unable to let it go.

Edwin has tried to console him, has tried to alleviate his pain with soft words and reassurances and everything in between, but it doesn’t seem to make a lick of difference. It’s like Charles is stuck in a loop of this, unable to see a simple, but important truth: that none of them expect him to be perfect all the time.

Niko will be fine, the cut from the witch’s knife deep but not dangerous in any way, but not even a phone call from Crystal informing them of the fact enough to soothe any of Charles’ anguish.

“I’m so stupid, who would forget that there was a third one? Me, that’s who. I should have just -”

And it’s just too much; Edwin cannot listen to a word more of this.

Charles is still pacing, so caught up in whatever is going on in his head that he doesn’t even notice Edwin getting up and crossing the few metres between them, which is so unlike him it hurts something deep within Edwin’s chest. And it’s that hurt that makes it even easier to reach out and put a hand on Charles’ shoulder, not feeling the fabric of his jacket but feeling Charles beneath it anyway, the thrum of his energy and the solidity of his astral form and the importance he has to Edwin, unmatched in this universe and all others.

This, at least, Charles registers, and just as he starts to turn, Edwin pulls him close, tucks Charles’ head beneath his chin and leaves his hand on the back of his neck so even if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to escape. Edwin’s other arm snakes around Charles’ waist, wrapping around him tight, and for a moment, there is tension within him, Edwin feels it as much as his soul can sense it, eternally tied to Charles’ as it is, but then it leaves him with what feels like a sigh, a tidal wave.

“You’re doing enough”, Edwin tells him, whispers it into his mess of curls and feels Charles shudder at the touch. “You’re keeping all of us safe, every day, and Niko will be fine. The next time, we will know to keep a better watch. It’s not your fault, it wasn’t even your responsibility. We are a team, and we will get better as one, too. But you have to stop blaming yourself for it. You’re doing enough. You are enough. And I love you the most of absolutely anything in this world or the next. Alright?”

For a moment, there is nothing, no answer, but then, slowly, ever so slowly, Charles wraps his arms around Edwin in return, sinking into the hug like all the strength in his body has left him at once.

“You promise?”, he asks, half against Edwin’s collarbone, and his voice is still strained and soft and hurt, but the mania of before is gone, the tension, the almost-desperation.

“I promise. Of course, I do.”

And there is another pause, Charles’ fingers gripping at Edwin’s jacket, his cheek nuzzling Edwin’s shoulder; later tonight, they will curl up on the sofa and Edwin will kiss Charles as many times as he needs it, will put Charles’ head into his lap and kiss his eyelids closed, and will read him a story they have both read a thousand times before.

A sigh, then, “Alright. If you say so.”

And as he presses a kiss to Charles’ head, Edwin thinks, yes. They’ll be alright.

[tohruies]

i'll give you a piece of your favourite candy if you can tell what happens next ! ! 🍬

um 🥹 . what happens next is that . we . um . we kiss . um and . and when we pull away from each other, i cradle his face in my hands and look at him in distress, “yao, i think we need to kill femi.” he nods slowly, a bit concerned, but still takes me in his organic arm and uses his bionic one to propel us out of his house and to femi's location (yes he breaks the roof in the process) (yes we are still half naked) (yes we time-skipped into your plane of existence). he sets me on my feet and i run and break down the door to your house and hold you at gunpoint. <- gun that shoots out heart-shaped bubbles (they will kill you from how cute they are). you grovel at my feet, tears in your eyes. “coco, it had to be done, there was no other way!” i don’t care anymore. i hold the barrel to your forehead and then... the scene cuts to black before anyone knows what happens next. christopher nolan style ambiguous ending. period exclamation mark justify paragraph save as pdf upload file. aaand submit.

there, i told you what happens next … MAY I PRETTY PLEASE HAVE MY CANDY NOW 😒 /SILLY

[room217prayer]

Tamlin’s week - Day 4 (Powers / Hair)

Day four of @tamlinweek, sorry for day 3, maybe later on I will be able to finish and post it!

But here’s my entry for day four and... EH. I had to. I hope you’ll enjoy it too. ♥

Important Info/Tags: Tamsand is the main ship. There is angst and mention of blood and violence. Both prompts are used for this fic, even if the Hair one is subtler.

Dividers provided as always by @olenvasynyt, I love them dearly.

Enjoy! ♥

As You Shine, I Darken

The screams were still echoing in his mind – the same ones he made happen as he melted and teared apart the minds of the two heirs of Spring.

Had been the ones of his mother and sister just as chilling? Have the two brothers felt the same shiver of glee in killing them?

Perhaps, the difference was that his was born in revenge – he was different.

He wouldn’t kill the defenseless. He wouldn’t kill his mother... he wouldn’t kill him.

Except his father thought differently and so he had marched to do just so.

Rhysand wouldn’t kill them – he wouldn’t – and he did try to stop his father from doing so. Against the High Lord of Night, what powers did he have to stop him?

Nothing.

He had nothing, so he begged and observed as he killed the Lady of Spring.

The chills he felt were completely different this time and he... he had watched.

Saw as her eyes turned empty looking into his and everything froze – ice in his heart – at the image of them being his green ones. The fresh newborn leaves, the most beautiful emerald broke in death.

No. Not him. Not his Tamlin.

He wouldn’t... His anger wasn’t blinding him so much to let him watch as the joyous laughter would turn into ash and poison with his howls and cries.

No. No, he won’t let that happen.

He didn’t need to do anything.

Tamlin himself didn’t let it happen.

With one hit of power, his Father – a High Lord – was killed.

Their eyes met in the destruction.

As violet happen on green the powers of their Courts flowed inside their very souls.

Changing them forever – melting them in an unbroken chain while the blood of their families dripped on the pavement, into the earth.

Rhysand felt the shadows of the Night around him but he could only see the Golden Halo of him.

And while Tamlin cried he –wanted to flee, too unstable, his mind a whirling of signals about the danger in front of him – instead crashed into him.

Wings spread open in a second, before curling around the trembling shoulders of the young – new – High Lord of Spring.

Rhysand hugged his Tamlin face with his bloodied hands, kissing him as the last drops of the Cauldron magic marked them. Light and dark in one deep red string.

Their only salvation or their doom.

Rhysand made it happen as blood rested on his tongue.

He drank it, just as his powers and cries.

He made a home for them in the deeps of his starless void.

Tamlin fought back, his teeth crashed against his before sinking in his lips, but Rhysand took hold of his hairs, his nape in a choke. Both of them drunk on their new powers as blood now flood every one of their senses.

Taste, smell and even sight and touch as violet crashed against teary and furious green. His stained hands, fingers, leaving trails of red in his golden hair.

The High Lord of night couldn’t stop from looking at his bloodied lips – the mark of his lineage staining them – thinking about how beautiful he looked marked by him. How it seemed he had lipstick on.

Drunken, the Night powers making him feel lightheaded, his mind tried to connect with Tamlin’s, searching, trying to bind deeper his hold –

The slither of a blade – and Illyrian blade – rested against the skin of Rhysand’s neck, right where his heart was pumping so much blood as the High Lord of Spring pushed him until he was on the floor with Tamlin sitting on his lap.

He let it happen, he didn’t do anything to stop him, all he did was... stare.

He could only do that, his breath stolen by the sight above him, by the young fae who once was so clear in his innocence that he still kept no matter what.

No matter what was done to him.

What was he made to do.

Now he was so bright in his golden aura and so... impure.

Stained by blood, by rage, by a hurt so deep that its roots were made of steel – a bleeding wound that would not heal.

Rhysand looked at his blonde hair – so bright as the Spring powers where irradiating from every strands – where the blood of his brothers encrusted in them. Could he smell it? Was there a sparkle of joy in his sorrow, knowing they would no more hurt him?

It didn’t matter, as the blade drew a drop of his life essence, as all he could think about was how he wanted to wash away the stains he himself left behind.

Only to cover those golden strands with his own, making so that his smell could never leave him. No matter of many time he cleaned himself.

No matter if he cut everything to the roots, having bled it into his mind where he would haunt him to the end and beyond.

In the feverish of his crumbling sanity – in the retro of it he could hear the wings of his brothers nearby – he pushed against the edge of the dagger, sitting up.

His hands an anchor on his hips, as he felt him – as he wanted to feel him more, needing to go deeper, molding himself inside Tamlin’s body and soul.

“Do it” he whispered, as it cut more of his skin as he watched how his pupils dilated in wonder and shock by his action.

As he tried to grapple his fury to sanity, as both their powers were devouring everything he was.

“Do it Tamlin. End this now”

He was letting him decide, as their family rested dead – as their blood was still warm and their bodies cold.

He was giving him his only way out, as he was back into enclosing him in his shadows, in his darkest night – his fingers touching again his hair, dancing powers meeting in the middle.

Tamlin stared, the blade stilled, ready to slit –

His mouth crashed back into his in a cry, the growl of defeat as Rhysand smiled – as insanity took hold of both of them.

As their powers exploded, the windows cracked and glass rained down.

The walls shook and crumbled.

His mind flew to the starlight pool.

The first sign of his conquest in Spring, now made whole.

And here it is my third fic, for the fourth day! ♥

I like it, but at the same time... I wanted to do more. For it to be more, because I love the concept (will forever scream about them gaining their High Lord powers at the same time) but I fear I didn't do a good job with it.

Let me know if you still liked this short fic! ♥ I will for sure come back to this, because gngngngn I need to explore eveything - and have them hatefuck (spoile: I was going to let this happen here, but, again, time and creativity were not on my side)

Happy fourth day of Tamlin's week, everyone! I hope you have been having just as much fun as I'm having! ♥

See you (hopefully again) for another Tamlin’s week day! ♥

[iamthecomet]

i know youre doing an ask game but uh

consider. mountain who loves eating ass. like, begs for the others to let him. discuss.

<3

*taps mic, clears throat* ASK GAMES CAN WAIT THIS IS IMPORTANT Just imagine him and Aether, yeah? Handsy, all over each other. Peeling each others clothes off as they make out. Tumbling into bed. Mountain pressing Aether back into plush sheets so he can really look at him. Trailing kisses over his throat, down his chest, his stomach. Teeth nipping at his hip bones, the soft swells of his lips. Fingers digging into his thighs as he drifts lower and lower. Mouth hot and wet and insistant. Aether propped up on his elbows, watching as Mountain dips lower to lave at Aether's balls. Rolling them in his palm. Whispering praises against them, before he drops lower. Before he presses Aether's thighs open and up, folding him in half. Forcing Aether off of his elbows and flat onto his back. Wind rushing out of him as Mountain exposes him. "Hold your legs," Mountain whispers, somewhere between a request and a command. "Mount--" "Please." And Aether does, and then Mountain uses too big hands to spread his ass cheeks. Exposed to the cool air in the room, exposed to Mountain's hungry gaze. And Aether's bright red, flushed and flustered, stammering as Mountain drags the pad of his finger around the puckered rim. Watching it twitch beneath his finger. Mountain's mouth waters at the sight, and when he spits on it it's just to see it get shiny, to hear the sound Aether makes as he dips his finger in. "Need to taste it," Mountain says. Eyes wide, wild, a man posessed. And Aether has to nod--what else is he supposed to do? Mountain is already descending when he does, doesn't see the nod. Doesn't need to. The first flick of his tongue has Mountain groaning. The second has him flat on the bed, holding Aether open as he feasts. He'll stay like that for as long as it takes to have his fill. Tutting into the sheets, mouth sealed over Aether's ass, tongue pressing into him, consuming him until Aether is shaking and sweating and whimpering. Until Aether is soft and pliant and open. Until Mountain cums all over Aether's sheets--too caught up in it to want anything else.

[gloryride]

Vanessa Vergara

📸by amazing @chevvy-yates 💞

[schnaf]

23 days until gaon's 23nd birthday

day 23 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - gaon's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

[glitterghost]

I am quietly decorating this space with things that sparkle ✨️ little lights twinkling in the room, setting little snacks 🍬🍭of all sorts on the table to lure any of you spend time here. There's a chair there *points* or colorful cushions with glittered stitching on the floor there *points*

I'm going to turn on some soft music 📻 and grab some tea for anyone who would like some, and we can sit in the soft glow & comforting vibrations of each other's laughter until the new year rings in. Being thankful to have each other, hand in hand, pulling each other into another year of "I'm grateful for you", "I don't know what I'd do if we weren't friends" & "What if I hadn't met you". To "I'm here for you always, no matter the time or distance." To the most important, "We are connected always. From the stars in the sky or the moon at night. To every sunset we watch together, but apart."

You all are always with me. Carried safely, tucked away in the softest parts of my heart and in my pocket. Thank you for another year of sharing this life with me. 💫✨️🫧🤍

[cerosin-bis]

i'm really curious as to your interpretation of why krueger killed his parents, did he have a particular reason? did he kill them just because he knew he was capable to kill? i personally hc him as having a but of a god complex but it would be wonderful to see your input. thank you tumblr celebrity!! ❤️

I wanna preface this by saying that "krueger offed his parents" is my interpretation of his in-game lore (fled his home country to evade murder charges *and* both parents dead), and not outright stated.

It is a choice of mine to have never fully imagined what could have led to this. I like when things stay vague. I also (personally, again) headcanon Krueger to have psychopathic traits, so... there's always a part of uncertainty/shadow that is absolutely inherent to the character and my interpretation of him.

My headcanon is that he half-accidentally killed someone while in his early 20s. realised that the thrill associated with it was not "addictive" per se, but definitely indulged something in his brain. This, alongside having developed since his early childhood (I absolutely stand with you there) an unassumed god complex, and at one point in his mid-20s it just... happened. Can't be more precise than this because that's the extent of it to me.

Bonus doodles of early 20s ID picture and late 20s absolutely did not not falsify his papers KSK krueger because this man has never been arrested once in his life and doesn't have proper mugshots.

[ryuki-draws]

I want the trains to look at each other so gently and smooch and cuddle with each other with no care in the world 😭💕💕 everyone loves these trains

What would the Autobots and Decepticons think of it when they get back to Cybertron that an Autobot and a Decepticon are ‘friends’ (they are 100% more than just friends at this point)

The trains are at it again!

They have a wonderful story about reluctant cooperation to tell to their leaders, of course! I'm sure they'll understand the dire situation Grease and Astro found themselves in - because of the leaders' own negligence nontheless - and everything will return back to normal. Re-joining their ranks, Grease fixing up stuff and Astro hauling Decepticons around... not thinking about each other for a split second. Out of sight, out of mind, am I right? Well...

Let's hope by the time they get back, the war's over. Otherwise, it's pretty much over for them instead (in all meanings of the word, hah)