#Meow save me Meow

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The seconds swing of the wires is alright ig not a huge fan of how it turned out but that's what practice is for!

Meow meow 😁

Meow belongs to @wogot3

[seaside-tropical-sun]

The only harem dynamic I want

[atomicowboy]

the strange case of nick valentine

[nocek]

A little continuation in my Gabriella lives au that already happened here and here.

So my another little headcanon, besides that Miguel is awkwardly attempting here to sorta adopt Gwen and is trying to figure out how to convince her to go back to school, is the night routine.

So Miguel (who read too many parenting guides* to catch up quickly and not fuck up this precious child) strongly believes in leading by example. So since he wants Gabriella to have good sleeping habits after her nightly routine he also goes to sleep at sensible hour. But he can't sleep through whole night so when he wakes up at ungodly hour he does some light work not to wake up her.

Then he prepares breakfast and bento (he totally had to learn to cook, you can't convince me otherwise) and with time he started having a little fun with it and then it became kinda hobby. It helps him wind down so that after he sends Gabriella to school he is actually able to take an extra 1-2 hour nap.

(* as in parenting guides for child of Gabriella age, totally clueless what to do with a traumatized teenager but after the denial he probably will do the homework)

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

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thinking abt ftm tom riddle getting his pussy eaten 🫠 tom puts up an “ i’m tough “ appearance but as soon as you get him into bed and get between his legs he’s moaning like a whore and begging for more

YES OKAY LISTEN HE loves to act all tough around you and the others like he will give ppl dirty looks for wven looking at you and he acts like hes dominant and ppl think he is cus hes definitely more i wouldnt say introverted but hes like very black cat head empty but intimidating but if you like touch him i mean even like kiss him or cuddle him he gets all mushy even though he tries not to he pretends hes not but hed get down on his knees if you told him too and you get him in bed ??? youd think hes literally a different person hes suchhh a pillow prince he doesnt wanna do anything but hes also so cock drunk okay im getting off track hes so so sensitive his nipples are so sensitive his cunt is sensitive everything about him you get between his legs and he can cum immediately and yep no doubt about it hes literally ascended flopped dead on whatever surface you put him on his hands are on your head and his legs are limp on your shoulders hes got tears in his eyes begging for you to let him cum because youve been teasing him and he doesnt even know what day it is who he is how long its been all he knows is that ur eating him out and its so good hes writhing around moaning like someone just punched him in the gut

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Oh wow meow meow angst? The usual please!

Clarification for those in the back~

This is a about Intrusive thoughts that revolves around viewing oneself as dangerous!

I can see our meow meow on his worst of brain days taking the complete evidence route. He doesn't want to avoid his family, and of course he'd never hurt them. he'd never let himself hurt ANY of them

But sometimes hiding is easier. He knows it's in his head, but sometimes loneliness is better that the disgusting hum of horrible things or gritting your teeth through conversation you're barely present for.

But he can't live like this forever

He doesn't WANT to live like this forever! So I can see him even during his bad days still letting himself be used as a source of comfort, even if it's just helping the youngest member through a nightmare.

He's still the group therapy cat after all!!

So take it as exposure therapy, even if just in baby steps.

[Youre harmless Isabeau. You've always have been]

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

That thing's about to break through the door. We're out of time. All right, hey, listen to me. Listen. Look at me. Look at me. This is real. I'm real.

Marc Spector in The Goldfish Problem [2/?] ↪Countdown to Moon Knight's Return in What If...? Season 3!

[achairwithapandaonit]

he is a blorbo to them

[mooniehoneyrey]

(The bunny is me btw)

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anatomy study idunno//might delete l8r

hi guys is it ok if i post more oc/persona art cuz i know ppl like fanart more

also i have more gabriel shit to post but idkk if i like it enough 2 post ,,kinda ugly, we will see,, also i love gabriel from ultrakill

[quehecke]

these are my top 4 hottest characters... wdym they all look the same haha

[phantom-dancing]

SURPRISE !!!!!!!!

Killjoy Hyde !!!!! And more Gerard Way poses !!!!

And all of the original poses for reference !!

[robo-milky]

Last Show Shenanigans + Grad Cap decorating!

Guess who’s shoehorning in a stupid TWST ref?? I am! (Faux SSR Card) For those who are new, every production, I’d draw a character on my script. In chronological order, I did Cloche -> Rook -> Neige -> and Rollo as my last script ever ;;

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so many nepetas

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get rotated IDIOT!!!!

i love making stupid gifs </3