#Man feast

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[dearestgentlereaders]

HELP MY BRAIN STILL HASN’T PROCESSED THAT THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED AND ITS BEEN FOUR MONTHS ALREADY

[azurerosses]

LOOK AT THEM!!!

"They've been practicing this for hours and they're still going to get it wrong."

[szynkaaa]

Full images are here. Minors DNI, those are 18+ doodles.

Password: 18+

[wishfulsketching]

I could stare at alternative universe zaundads forever

[choochooboss]

Descending into the shaft. Emmet & Galvantula are out to find the culprit(s) behind the power outage at the subway station!

[greywoe]

"The she-wolf laid into the squires with a tourney sword, scattering them all. The crannogman was bruised and bloodied, so she took him back to her lair to clean his cuts and bind them up with linen."

[ardenzia777]

Diomedes

For those curious, thank @mircsy and @abandoned-raccoon, for due to a trade i made with them, i made my own design for Diomedes.

Enjoy uwu

[keiru-the-worm]

drew this while re-listening to pastra's rewrite of Jeff the killer cause omggg it's literally so good

[souenkun]

Larry's random conversarion lines 🍙

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Random conversation 1:

Ever since I met a certain individual, I now find myself gazing up at the sky every once in a while. There's scenery you'll never even notice if you stick to flat, well-trodden paths. Just something I've observed. I don't dislike the vast, clear sky... But I don't think I can reach it. It's nice to know that there's something like that out there, though.

Random conversation 2:

Pasio seems to have many good restaurants. Ah, I'm not asking for specific recommendations, though... I actually enjoy walking around and looking for a place I might like. That's part of the experience. I seek the exceptional only when it comes to food. Pasio has a variety of cuisines to choose from, so it's hard to stick to just one.

Random conversation 3:

(Player), which do you tend to favor: the exceptional or the average? I was thinking of inviting you to have a meal sometime. Casually figuring out your client's preferences is a special skill that you learn as a salaried employee.

Random conversation 4:

Lunchtime is one of the few things that a salaried employee like me can look forward to at work... We can decide whether to spend that precious time eating something familiar or trying out a new restaurant. It's not just about the meal. The decision-making process leading up to it is also something to look forward to.

Random conversation 5:

People, Pokémon... There's no need to overcomplicate things. Nowadays people only seem to want a shock factor. Something weird, something bizarre. When all's said and done, simplicity is strongest.

Random conversation 6:

You don't necessarily have to follow every instruction from your boss. But I pretend to follow them, at least, so I can avoid hassles later on. That's a technique you can use to get by in the workplace. Keep it in mind.

Random conversation 7:

I'm here in this famous tourist spot, but I can't really spread my wings while my boss has her eye on me. I guess I'll do what I usually do on my lunch break and find a spot to Roost...

[dismas-n-dismay]

Suki - Chimera Falin amv

I present before you: The Chimera Falin Edit.

[paperwitchprince]

[anachronistic-falsehood]

can we just like. have a round of applause for forever and what he’s done for this whole arc??? because i was watching his pov and that shit was INSANE like oh my god!!! dude put his whole soul into that acting that was awesome!!! i haven’t been this excited about minecraft roleplay lore streams since quackity las nevadas, forever really knocked it out of the park i’m still reeling from today

[nateezfics]

does anyone else constantly think about smeared lipstick paradigm hongjoong or is it just me.

[hewantshisbrideback]

ARYA STARK AND THE GODS ❦ BOURNE FOR THE GOD OF DEATH

Thirty different gods stood along the walls, surrounded by their little lights. The Weeping Woman was the favorite of old women, Arya saw; rich men preferred the Lion of Night, poor men the Hooded Wayfarer. Soldiers lit candles to Bakkalon, the Pale Child, sailors to the Moon-Pale Maiden and the Merling King. The Stranger had his shrine as well, though hardly anyone ever came to him. Most of the time only a single candle stood flickering at his feet. The kindly man said it did not matter. "He has many faces, and many ears to hear."

The Many-Faced God, also known as Him of Many Faces, is a deity worshipped by the Faceless Men, a guild of assassins established in the Free City of Braavos. The tale of the guild's beginnings centers around a figure of unknown origins, the first Faceless Man, who heard the prayers of the slaves to their various gods of death and came to conclude they all prayed to the same god "with a hundred different faces", the Many-Faced God, and that he was "that god's instrument".

This belief came to be reflected in the Guild's temple, which has a large public sanctuary that contains idols of thirty death gods. The religious order refills its pool of black water with a poison, so that drinking from it leads to a painless death. Visiting worshippers light candles to their god, then drink from the fountain using a stone cup, then go lie in one of the alcoves. Others take advantage of special alcoves, called "dreaming couches", which have special candles that bring visions of the past, for a sweet and gentle death.

Followers of Him of Many Faces consider death to be part of the natural order of things and a merciful end to suffering. The guild will agree to kill anyone in the known world, for a price, considering this contract to be a sacrament of their god. The price is always high or dear, but within means of the person if they are willing to make the sacrifice. The cost of their services also depends on the prominence and security of the target.

The High Valyrian words associated with the cult and its assassins are valar morghulis, or "all men must die", and its traditional response, valar dohaeris, or "all men must serve". This philosophy runs deep. Members are made to forsake their identities for the service of the Many-Faced God, and may only assassinate targets they have been hired to kill. They are not allowed to choose who is worthy of the "gift" by themselves.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 10: Lights On

Well, since Day 9 was practically the length of 3 promptobers, y'all can have more smoochin with Sunhinged a bit sooner, as a little treat ^-^ day 11 is going to be so angst/horror-filled this is a buffer Can be intrepreted as a continuation of Day 8's storyline if you so choose~

Word count: 907

Content warning: suggestive themes, actual smooching this time, among, other things (it's just generally pretty suggestive, I don't have the desire nor the skill level to go beyond that), reader discresion is advised

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You have to admit, whoever's idea it was between the two of you for you to sit in Sun's lap for your latest, rendezvous, it was a great one. More comfortable than the shelf in the supply closet, and it gave you easier access to him. More places for your hands to explore that he couldn't just shift away from you to avoid.

Although, the choice of the Daycare itself for the location of said event was one you were both confused and slightly concerned over. Another kiss to your shoulder distracts you from that thought for a second, before you focus in again.

"Mm. Sun," You mutter out, in the hopes to get him to stop. If only temporarily.

No luck, his face is to your neck now, rays fluttering. Honestly you wonder if he can even hear you over those damn fans of his.

You try again, "Sun."

He definitely does not hear you, as instead of stopping, his hand travels from your waist to lower, sliding down your thigh-

You make a noise, jumping back as heat rushes to your face, "Are you trying to get us caught?" You hiss. Embarrassed, you scramble off him, standing up and pulling your shirt back up in to place.

Sun follows suit with a scoff, "One of us has more on the line than the other if that were to happen, love."

"Yeah, I'll get fired!" You put your hands to your chest. 

His hands gently take both your wrists, lifting them above you as he leans down. When he's lovesick like this he's just that little bit softer, his tone isn't so harsh, "And I'll be decommissioned. So I hope it reassures you when I say I have taken all the necessary precautions so that such a thing does not occur."

"Hmph. Sure, alright."

He switches your positions so that you're now the one with your back to the playset, "May I continue then?"

You're about to say yes when you recall why you stopped in the first place.

"Hold on, I had a question. Don't give me that look," You say as he glances from where he's lifted your shirt, about to press a kiss to your abdomen.

For good measure, you pull your shirt back down with the free hand he allows you, scolding him, "And we agreed upper body only tonight."

"Your stomach is part of your upper body, sweetheart."

You wave a hand in front of your face and neck, "Upper, upper body-we're getting off topic here. Why are we out here tonight? Isn't this a much bigger risk than the closet?"

"I didn't hear you complaining about it," Sun chides.

"Not an answer."

At this, he removes himself from you entirely, stepping back and looking over to the side. 

Your eyes narrow, "What aren't you telling me?"

"Does it matter? I said it already, I've assured that we're not going to get caught," He crosses his arms, now fully playing the part of a pouting child. Man that love-haze falls off fast.

You mimic the action, leaning back into the shadow of the playset, "Well it's obviously something important. It's bothering you, anyway-"

"It's not bothering me."

You roll your eyes, "You're not going to make me drag it out of you, are you?" Your tactic switches, stepping forward, hand reaching around to trace up his back, "Because I can. You know I can."

His posture slacks drastically, allowing you the reach you need to reach up grab and the wires at the back of his head-

But you don't. You step back again, waiting for your answer. 

Realizing that making out is officially on hold, Sun sighs. Then gives you a muttered replied. 

"Come again?" You ask.

He straightens up again, "The light. Is out. In the supply closet."

You don’t say anything. Waiting for there to be more. 

You quickly come to the conclusion that there's not, "That's it? ...Why didn't you just change the bulb?"

You sometimes forget how, important, the lights are for the Attendant. He quickly reminds you.

He starts to shake his head, "Lights on. Lights on. Lights on," His hands come up to grip his faceplate, rays shrinking, "Lights on. Lights on. Lights. On."

You put your hands up, "Okay, okay okay. Lights on. Got it." You sigh, "Lights on."

Sun relaxes, head coming to rest on top of yours. Your hands wrap around his back with a quick pat. 

"I just, you're just, I can't," He stops, reciprocating the hug and squeezing tight, "Please."

You nod against him, "I'll change it sometime later, yeah?"

"Mm."

You stand there holding each other for a moment. 

Another thought pops into your head.

You tip your head back to look up at him, "Why haven't the Daycare's lights gone out yet? We were going at it for at least thirty minutes." Besides the minor check-in over your radio, that is.

His rays shrink again, gaze shifting to the side. 

"I, may have, tampered with the circuitry... So we could spend the evening... uninterrupted."

You stare up at him for a moment. 

"You are just the worst roommate."

But, as the saying goes; not your monkey, not your problem. 

And when Sun lifts you up, pressing your back against the play structure while your legs wrap around his waist, you'd argued that it's really not your problem. 

You have plenty of other things to keep you occupied.

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Something to note for this is that Moon & reader have little to no interaction and no real connection (sorry moon lovers, you'll get your juice soon I promise), so reader's question over the lights is solely bc they've been on so long, not anything to do with Moon. Additionally, Sun's concern is not virus-related, he just gets super jelly really easy ^-^ (again, Sunhinged) You're also free to intrepret things however you like though! It's angsty either way~

You can read my other promptobers here, sorry for being late with this one too, thanks for reading!