#Other Formats

[hotdogmchiggin]

Company Mandated Fancy Fits on the Tulpar 😏

Also had to include the REAL star of the show (and a bonus)

Based off of this and this. Thank you very much joetastic for being inspirational 👍

The REAL reason this is late

[arcane-gold]

hello rookanis nation. can i present rel and lucanis’s dynamic. sun and moon trope, one with boundless energy and one who gets 2 hours of sleep a night, guy i pulled by being an idiot, etc. they’re special to me

[painted-doe]

[syoddeye]

you scurry into the bookshop from the cold, the door slamming shut behind you with the breeze.

the warmth inside feels like a slap after the bitter chill, and your glasses immediately fog over, clouding your vision in a steamy blur. you pause, fumbling with your mittens, distracted by your own breath bouncing back at you behind your scarf, making it worse. you step forward without thinking.

and immediately regret it. your shoulder slams into something hard and solid, like a wall. except the wall shifts, and a deep voice hisses down at you.

“fuckin’—we in a rush? watch where you’re—”

“sorry!” you blurt out, flinching back.

the voice halts. just stops, snipped mid-sentence. you’re scrabbling to pull your mittens off now, fingers clumsy and frantic. the fog persists, blinding, smothering, your breath quickening and making the condensation worse.

“shit, shit, sorry—”

then a hand settles on your shoulder.

a low, rasping hehehe rattles from above. “can’t see a thing, can ya? ‘old still.”

you freeze, mittens half-off, mouth hanging open in protest as something dark moves toward your face.

“uh, what are you—oh, you don’t have to…”

a thumb drags black fabric gently over one of the lenses. the fog clears in a small oval, revealing part of the stranger’s face, his deep brown eyes. you try to crane your neck for a better look, but the hand on your shoulder shifts to your chin, steadying it.

“keep still.”

your mouth shuts and your pulse stutters. his thumb and forefinger pinch just firmly enough to hold your head in place. he clears the second lens, and when he withdraws the fabric, you finally see him.

he wears a thick, cloth mask, the loops disappearing beneath the edges of a matching hat. though most of his face is hidden, you notice the faint scar cutting across the end of one blond eyebrow, a few faded freckles dusting his forehead. the scarf around his neck hangs loose, one end caught in his hand, which he drops once he seems satisfied with his work.

“there,” he says, leaning back a fraction to examine you. his eyes crinkle at the edges, amused. he must be smiling. “look at those eyes.”

you blink up at him, and you’re hyper-aware of your own breathing. careful not to exhale too hard, in case you fog everything up again.

“thanks.”

his thumb, still resting lightly on your chin, moves in a small, absent circle. he hums, low in his throat, and then lets go.

“of course, sweet’eart.”

for a second, you just stand there. five seconds, maybe. you’re the one who breaks the silence by awkwardly stepping away.

“okay, yep, thanks again.” you say, words knocking into each other like you knocked into him.

you retreat further into the shop, yanking at your mittens until they’re off and stuffed into your pockets. your scarf is next, practically ripped from your neck, the heat of your own embarrassment prickling at your skin all over.

what just happened? should you have said something? made a point of how weird that was? because it was weird. right?

you circle the horror section three times before your heart rate evens out, but even then, you’re not really seeing the shelves. the titles run together, and your mind drifts back to him—his hand on your chin, the soft way he said sweetheart.

your glasses are clear, but you’re stuck in a haze.

simon was just supposed to kill time, having arrived arrived early to meet price. except now he’s going to be late, for the first time in ages, to a meeting with his captain.

it’s difficult to hide in a shop where he’s taller than most of the shelves, but he’s careful. doesn’t take much of an effort anyway, she’s preoccupied by the shelves of the horror section. not his preference, but he likes the twist. likes the view, too. the profile of her face, her hair, the way her jeans fit snugly over her arse.

smitten. that’s the word, he thinks. charmed, maybe. pretty, sweet four-eyes all dressed up in knitwear. she probably made them herself. seems the type. he wonders, absurdly, if she’d make him something. a sweater, maybe. something that actually fits his shoulders.

then she suddenly moved, pulling out her phone, and he buries his face in the cookbook he’s been pretending to read. thai recipes, apparently. he flips a page, wondering if she likes thai food. he could try making it.

his phone buzzes and for a second, one irrational second, he thinks it’s her. like she’s sent a message telepathically from across the shop. but no. it’s price, blunt as ever, asking where the fuck he is.

he looks up again, and she’s gone. just like that. his stomach drops, and he straightens instinctively, scanning the aisles. he can’t help it, he turns—

“so…you like thai food?”

he looks down and finds her at the next shelf over, smiling shyly. something about it. it slips through his ribs and gets comfortable.

[ninjafuuzz]

saw this twt post and had an epiphany

[sciderman]

well - webtoons is over, gang

[homefryboy]

Redraw of thing I never posted *bert voice* i am speed

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cite your sources.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[chronicowboy]

this might be the best image in the world

[deepspaceboytoy]

I hate that fuckin post that’s like “actually it’s not useful to say westerners enjoy a level of luxury never before imagined in human history because um. Kings didn’t have to worry about the rent” and like. Well actually I don’t know if you know this but historical rulers sort of did have a rent to worry about called the national treasury and oftentimes they’d just be straight up killed if that shit was empty but also like. I dunno like you live in a world where at literally any moment you can choose to be entertained by nearly any piece of media or culture we know of, you can eat literally any kind of food you’ve ever wanted year round with no interruptions, and also for the first time in human history getting a boo-boo isn’t just a guaranteed death sentence. Like yeah you may have to pay for these things but these are still luxuries. They are still offered to you. You think fuckin Richard the Lionheart could hop in a car, drive 15 minutes, and eat some Chinese food? You live in the most luxury-filled, convenience focused society in human history you need to start being cognizant of that.

[largemandrill]

I made another one

[megumiluvv]

❥ includes: big brother choso, f!reader, implied age/size diff, incest, pervy choso (>.<) (if u don’t like, don’t read!)

Big Brother!Choso who loves loves loves his little sister soooo much, he has to be around you all the time!

Big Brother!Choso who insisted on being your first time so “you know how boys are supposed to treat you”, and he treated you well. Better than any other guy, he thinks.

Big Brother!Choso who knows it’s wrong, but you don’t know any better when he insists on showering with you at your big age.

Big Brother!Choso who can’t help but stare at your body when his hands wash it. Can you blame him when your body is just that cute?

Big Brother!Choso whose hands trail a little too far down (on accident, of course!!) to your cute little cunt, dick jumping at the gasp that escapes your lips.

Big Brother!Choso who can’t help but love your whines when his big cock pushes into your weeping cunt. How could he resist when his cute sister is pleading for him to touch her?

Big Brother!Choso who bends you over in the shower, water cascading down your soft skin as you grip the wall and cry to him that he’s just too big :(((

Big Brother!Choso who reluctantly forces himself to pull out before he can cum, even though he loves the thought of you pregnant :(

Big Brother!Choso who misses you when you’re away during the day, so he grabs your dirty panties and jerks off to the smell of you, sometimes cumming into the panties so he can feel closer to you. He makes sure he does your laundry afterwards so you don’t have a clue!

Big Brother!Choso who hates when you cook for him, he should be taking care of you! But you make up for it with the cute little smile you have and the way your body looks when you reach up for a certain spice you need.

Big Brother!Choso who happily helps you reach the item, free hand on your hip and pressing into you, totally not on purpose!

Big Brother!Choso who laughs a little at your flustered expression as you continue to cook and pretend to not have felt his hard-on.

Big Brother!Choso who lets you sit on his lap and watch movies with him. He finds it adorable how you react to the sex scenes, squirming in his lap and just rousing his dick more…

Big Brother!Choso who pounds you into the couch, movie now forgotten while he shows you his brotherly love. Back arching, tears streaming down your cheeks as he bullies your poor cunt. And he just gets so deep while you cry that it’s too much, but he knows what’s good for you, so he just doesn’t listen :(((

Big Brother!Choso who really is a good brother, taking care of you so so well after he’s finished breaking you. Nice bath, cuddles in his bed, his big shirt just swallows you whole while he rubs your back and soothes you to sleep.

Masterlist

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

So Prime wants to focus on their other fantasy show, especially given their contract with the Tolkien estate. Fine.

It would make a lot of sense for Sony, the actual rights holders, to still want to make use of their ip especially since the show has momentum and a following right now, and take the show to a different streamer. And Apple TV does make a lot of sense as the best option, given their catalog of originals that are currently very sci fi heavy, to pick up a fantasy that can compete with house of the dragon and the rings of power.

So here’s hoping Sony and Apple TV agree. And we can help that process along and POLITELY ask them to consider it through every medium we can (such as socials like YouTube, Bluesky, and Instagram).

There may be hope for a Wheel of Time season 4+ yet! Don’t give up just yet y’all. Make your voices heard to #SaveTheWheelOfTime!!

[theelvishfiddler]

How many sleep deprived teenage turtle mutants does it take to remove a lug nut?

(Edit: Oh yeah! This one was inspired by one of the sketches I was commissioned to draw! Big thank you to those who bought a commission; it really helped me out! Those sketches will probably get posted next week)

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

What if when Michael got Distortioned he/they/it/(?) had just kept showing up to work? Imagine Gertrude comes into the archives and finds a bunch of paperwork filled out in yellow highlighter and folded into impossible shapes, and then Michael-Distortion just walks into the room door-style and sits down at his work computer so it can email Gertrude a phishing scam.

[sticks-stones-sonic-insanity]

Guys I think they might like each other