#Ok so

[cinematicnomad]

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[succulentul]

find my handsaws

[starzknight]

Continuing my "semi historically accurate Disney princesses" series with rapunzel

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[fizzlo-and-the-cubes]

purgatory flight

(wings are based on my post from a few days ago about them getting healed by the end void)

[kiidart]

(click for better quality! 🖥️)

pt.1

i love bratty computers breathe if u agree <3

this is a little long, so continue reading below! :3

[itsaprosthetic]

we are so back

We are so back

[mayhemspreadingguy]

"If you stare into the abyss,

the abyss stares back at you."

[underfell]

Battle Against a True Rival

Betrayal route

[venmondiese]

hello lovely people

Martin last name is.... LeFevre.....

Like i said here i humbly ask for public forgiveness.... i was a laffaf defendef.... sorry... i was wrong.....

anyways MR MITCHELL PLEASE SPELL THE SURNAME NEXT TIME..... OK THANKS....

Debate settled 👩‍⚖️👩‍⚖️👩‍⚖️

[nart-is-a-monster]

Have this little thingy of juice box varian before I go to work fhheyhrttyrurhg

[bone-trash]

After Midnight - PART 1

Soap had been working his register for the better part of an hour when the trouble started. “The Trouble” being the 6’4”, burly, and tattooed angel currently making it hard for Soap to get enough oxygen to his brain to deliver his required greeting.

”Guid eenin, H-how are ye?” He stammered.

Steamin Jesus, MacTavish, pull it together!

He was dressed in an illegally tight black ribbed tank, black joggers, and oddly, a face mask with the lower half of a skeleton’s grin printed onto the fabric. His toned arms swirled with spooky tattoos and his hair was short cropped and flaxen. In short, he was the hottest person Soap had seen in real life and he was, confidentially, VERY happy that his register was kind you sit at to ring.

The man hummed a greeting but otherwise didn’t react to Soap’s gawking and began to unload his hand basket which consisted of several easy microwaveable meals, boxes of noodles, whey powder and tea.

No a chef, na matter, braw lad must no be lackin for company.

Soap worked quickly through the small order and tried not to fall in love with the way the man was completely ignoring every attempt he made to start up a conversation. Before long the beautiful stranger had paid, huffed a farewell and left Soap in an absolute state.

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“Fuck.”

Simon seethed under his mask as he practically bolted from the small grocery chain he would NEVER visit again.

He was perfectly kind to you and you couldn’t even muster a hello??? What a psycho.

In truth Simon had been caught completely off guard. The line had been rather long and it had gotten to be his turn before he’d realized it. He’d looked up suddenly, and he could focus on was the young cashier’s very blue eyes and how attractively pink the lad was begining to turn. His throat closed right up and all he could do was grunt and mutter his way through payment. What a disaster…

[orangehalfpeeled]

tfw when that really nice and weirdly flirty guy from the red fraction kisses you

+bonus stuff i didnt want to make another post for

[esmeblaise]

It really gets good post season 2 when it becomes anti )(IC symbolism

[adohazard]

Anyone here able to identify this organism for me ? My mag is at 1000x btw

[out-of-the-blue-comic]

FIRST || PREV. || Ch. 2 INDEX || NEXT

Pages 9-12

Things are getting tense, and Anton's not feigning his actions anymore. 

Not only that but now Anton is shoving Nicky around and calling him weak! What a jerk. Had to rush this one a teeeny bit, but I hope you guys enjoy this next batch of pages!! Hope you guys enjoy!

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