#PLEASE REBLOGGGG

[rsraimurasaki]

My dead AU which I have to relive again:'))

Reblog this if you have an Undertale Au

Popular or not, just reblog if you have one!

[villruu]

In which Eret's private letters get published to the wide internet to the delight of everyone

[skookyumi]

Hi guys !! Im needing some help on my Passion MAP , with story boarding and BG design and such !! Ill link the discord server for you and the MAP Script !! 

Heres the script https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NthdXj6OHd_2e1DlG5fOsOL3BYweuNy_x3sbZwkYqHM/edit?usp=sharing

And the discord server !! https://discord.gg/4eG6nBZs

[sweetie-peaches]

My horse girl phase came in clutch with this one gang. And enjoy this silly dude too much

PLEASE REBLOGGGG!!!

[sunyandmony]

I DID THANKSSS AIAJAJAJAJAJAJJA 😭😭

I'M THE SILLY SPECIAL TODAY IT MY BORFDAY!! 💥

Everyone gets a watermelon from me :3

Sorry for the late response, I hope you had a fun day! 🥳

[cakiette]

Yall please block this user 🤦🏻‍♀️

they commented “dickrider” on my post supporting adam. Here which ya can already tell they aren’t happy w/ me supporting adam/AE

they want Adam from animationepic dead. (Remember that ONE anonymous ask ppl used to get where they said Adam was a bad person? Yeah @/someoscguy supports it.) They r also relatively rude to any II member, including ppl with comfort characters, they bash anyone who likess Candle including their friend:

They tend to get a bit moody w/ ii users-

Do i even have to say anythin? They wrote an essay abt why II sucks dick. 🤦🏻‍♀️ /neg LIKE NO TUMBLR ISNT THE PLACE FOR THAT

sorry if my wording is kinda ass rn. Its 8:00 am for me and im just tryna help ygs :’) but please block em unless you want someone bashing you

REBLOGGGG PLEASEEEE /nf

[bubbly-parker]

Cuddling with Peter

If you like my stuff pls reblogggg it 😭

I thought I had already posted this, but apparently I didn't. Anyway, here it is - it was requested. I kept it short and sweet. Requests are still open and welcomed, but please note i didn't proofread this yet and English is only my third language.

Synopsis: Peter and reader are cuddling in their bed no gender given. No warnings just Fluff unless that's your trigger.

You are laying in your twin-size bed with Peter on top of you as he shuffles around, trying to get even closer to you: "Peter, you can't get any closer. It's not possible."

He mumbles something in your chest that you can't quite understand other than a huff and something that sounds like "watch mef" His hair is standing in all directions, all fluffy from you continuing to run your fingers through it. You're breathing in the scent of his shampoo as his hair tickles your chin. Moments like this have become rare ever since Peter got bitten and he took on his Hero persona. Most nights he would just flop through your bedroom windows, quite enough to not wake your parents up, but then he'd just crash and fall asleep. Peter was talking about his day, and most of his words were swallowed by your skin he was essentially talking into ,while lying face down on top of you, his arm around your waist, and underneath you, tightening you in a hug like a teddy bear. This usually signals to you that Peter is about to fall asleep with one last big hug, and he relaxes on top of you, quiet, soft breaths escaping his lips. You don't fall asleep yet; you're enjoying the moment while watching his peaceful face. Not a single scratch on his face tonight. You continue to run one of your hands through the hairs on the back of his neck, the other drawing shapes on his bicep.

[jimmytumbdumb]

Hello, my dear friend 🌟

I am Mahmoud Jihad from Gaza, currently living in displacement camps after losing my home, university, my PC, and my city. I was studying Information Technology and caring for my sick father and siblings.

I am raising funds to help my family and to escape from Gaza, as well as to continue my studies abroad 🎓. I started a GoFundMe campaign for this purpose. Your support can make a significant difference ❤️.

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Please share, like, comment, and donate even a small amount 🙏.

Could your support save my family and help us survive in this fierce war 😔?

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[jb2856]

The Bodyguard - Part 1

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

-use of you/you’re and Y/n, no descriptive character details but afab reader

Fic Warnings: 18+ only please!, Death, angst, friends to lovers, fluff

I know this will be at LEAST two parts, I haven’t decided yet if I want to make more. BUT hopefully you enjoy this. Thank you Anon for requesting, stay tuned for part 2!

This is self edited, so let me know if I missed any mistakes, and as always my box is open - so ask away!

Please leave constructive feedback if you like, and please please please, if you enjoy this fic reblogggg 😚

Before.

As little Y/n walks through the tall grass she giggles as it tickles her skin, a toothy grin splitting her face. She’s skipping, holding tight to her mothers hand as they make their way to the shore. They’d gone to one of her mother’s favorite places to be.

As Tali-ah, her mother, sets up a picnic blanket, Y/n runs to the water and jumps in kicking her feet and splashing in the water.

“Be careful love!” She warns her child, eyes shifting back and forth from her actions to her child’s whereabouts.

After finishing her set up Tali-ah settles on the blanket, watching with a contented smile as Y/n plays with her back to her mother.

Her smile vanishes when the feel of a hand clamps down over her mouth, a deep male voice hisses in her ear, “Scream and I kill both of you now.” Tali-ah manages a weak nod, fear coursing through her veins, for her and her innocent child. At the feel of a blaster against her temple she shivers, tightly squeezing her eyes shut. Before she could even form another thought, the unknown man is pulling the blasters trigger, ending her life within seconds.

The man let’s her lifeless body drop to the ground unceremoniously, quickly retreating. His job was done.

At the sound of her mothers body thumping, Y/n turns. She doesn’t understand what she sees, she only remembers seeing is a man in a white robe.

She blinks, climbing out of the lapping water. “Mommy?” She whispers in her small voice, confused at what she sees.

Her mothers body covered in red, twisted in a strange position. Y/n waddles right up to her, hands shaking the body.

“Momma…” Tears well in her eyes, “momma wake up.”

She starts crying, scared that she’s alone in this place, with her mom not waking up. Her lip wobbles as she looks at her hands, sticky with the red stuff. She doesn’t understand what it is, but she knows she is afraid.

She cuddles up to Tali-ah’s cooling body, falling asleep against her, seeking comfort. She lays with her until a guard comes searching for the lost royals.

A week later Y/n’s Father Malik, is captured, and never recovered.

The court takes over the kingdom, the high priest is crowned temporary ruler, forcing the young royal to go into hiding.

Y/n is sent to the outskirts to stay in a hidden castle, she is meant to stay there in hiding until she becomes of age and takes the throne.

As she grows she is secretly educated in combat, those closest to her wanting her to be capable and able to defend herself. In no time she had become an excellent defense artist, excelling in hand to hand combat as well as tactics and scheming.

And although she is quite able, the enemy is much more capable and extremely dangerous. They have proved themselves to take any measures to get what they want, they were unpredictable.

The outlaws are a secret syndicate called The Dead Eyes, they lust to overtake the kingdom. Their agenda? To empower a newly rising sith lord, to give more land to their cause.

They already destroyed and dismantled 3 kingdoms, they’re working to take control of entire planets.

It’s all been a slow, agonizing war. There is currently not an end in sight.

But the kingdoms left have been creating a secret army to defend and fight off the syndicate, every capable hand has joined the cause willingly, ready to defend.

But with recent advancements in capture attempts of Y/n, her court has hired a notorious, and very skilled Mandalorian, Din Djarin, to assist with her safety.

—————————————————————————Now.

“No.”

“Princess…”

“I said no.”

The court member swallows, “please pri…”

She whips around, the long skirts of her gown swishing with her movement. She truly hates wearing gowns everyday, she longs for a pair of pants. “I don’t need a fucking body guard.”

“Y/n!” Comes the silencing stern voice of her uncle, the high priest.

She indignantly ticks her jaw, blinks and turns her head to look at him.

“Enough.” He demands. “You’ll accept the man’s protection and complain about it no more.”

She scowls, quickly twisting around and leaving the room. He makes her skin crawl, he’s never been kind to her.

Making her way down the hall her heels click, she is aware of the presence now following close behind her. Whipping around, Y/n stops abruptly, glaring at the person who had been following her.

“Are you going to follow me every where I go then?” She questions.

They don’t answer, just stand there, staring back. Well, she thinks they’re staring back.

This person is huge, she assumes it’s a male by the wide shoulders, long thick legs and flat breast plate. He’s covered head to toe in Beskar, weapons adorned every inch of his figure.

They’d hired a fucking Mandalorian to babysit her?

Y/n had heard stories about the Mandalorians, they’ve become ruthless and secretive in recent years. She knows of there being many coverts, a lot of them have different rules within them. She cant help but wonder what his are.

“Well?” She snaps, “are you going to say anything?”

No answer.

She rolls her eyes and twists to continue her walk to the library.

Reading is her favorite past time, it helps her calm down, escape. She isn’t allowed to leave this castle, and she longs for adventure or…anything really.

He follows her the entire way there, and stands guard at the door as she settles in a chair by a window.

He’s just…standing there. It bother her that she can’t see his face, what is he looking at under there? His beskar is a brilliant, polished silver. The light glints off him, shining bright. She lowers her book, “Sooooo…” She starts to say, his head turns slightly, to look at her she assumes. “What’s your name, shiny?”

Still no answer. Oookayyyy.

Y/n really hopes her days aren’t going to be like this forever, filled with a silent brooding man that follows her every step, every action.

Sure enough…they are.

Months go by, and not once has she heard a single sound come from him. But Y/n has actually grown fond of him, she enjoys that he doesn’t boss her around or push her to be someone she isn’t. He’s just…there. She has taken up talking to him often, just telling him things about her, her life, her wishes and dreams. She has never had any one to talk to, and his presence has become quite comforting.

The first time he speaks is after Y/n is granted access to a cove nearby, she has been begging for a trip for a few years.

The court only agreed because there has not been any movement by the Syndicate, and they allowed her an hour outside with two guards accompanying her, as well as the Mandalorian.

She had been climbing the rocks that surround the small spring in the middle of the cove, something she used to do often. The Mandalorian has been standing close to her below, watching each placement of Y/n’s feet.

Her foot slips, and she couldn’t grab hold of a secure place in time. Falling backwards, her knee scrapes the rock and she yelps as she descends.

“Y/n!” He shouts, rushing to catch her in his arms. He does, just in time. They’re both panting, slightly shaken by the event. She’s staring into his visor.

The royal guards rush in to see what has happened, and The Mandalorian speaks up again. “She’s alright,” he says to them. “She just slipped off the rocks. I’ve got her.”

Both guards nod, leading you all out of the cove.

He hasn’t put you down, you’re all about halfway back to the castle when he mutters to you. “Are you alright?”

“Yes…” you whisper back, “just shaken really, I’ve never slipped before.”

After a moment she whispers once again, “you spoke.”

His head nods once, “I did.”

And that was that.

She wonders if he’ll speak more often around her, if he’ll be willing to make conversation with her now. She hopes he will.

———————————————————————————

Later that night she can’t sleep, her thoughts filled with the Mandalorian. After tossing and turning she makes a decision, gets out of bed, and opens her door.

“Mando?” She whisper yells.

And of course he’s right there, so there really was no need to call out. He had been leaning against the wall across her door, arms crossed. He straightens, and takes a step towards her. But doesn’t say anything, waiting for Y/n to speak.

“Will…” She takes a deep breath, quickly blowing it out. she doesn’t know why she’s so nervous around him now. “Will you come in and be with me? I can’t sleep.”

His helmet shifts in a sharp nod, light from the hall glinting off of it. He follows her into her room, standing by the door as Y/n makes herself comfortable on the couch by her fireplace.

She glances away, but whispers, “Why don’t you talk to me?”

It takes him a moment but he responds. “It’s easier not to.”

“I wish you would.” She sighs, “now that I’ve heard your voice I..I want to hear more.”

Silence.

Sighing, she sits back in her chair, accepting he most likely won’t continue to speak.

“I was scared today.” Y/n’s head whips around to look at him. “I thought you were hurt.”

“Oh.” She blinks up at him, an unknown feeling warming her chest.

Silence.

“Can I finally know your name?” She questions, quietly.

He shifts, seemingly uncomfortable with the question. But he makes his way towards her, awkwardly sitting in a chair opposite her.

It takes him another moment, but he eventually answers gruffly. “Din.”

Y/n smiles wide, “thank you…Din.”

After that he talks more, maybe not enough for Y/n’s liking. But he tries, for her. Their relationship has grown, becoming very fond of each other. Din can’t help but be constantly on guard for her.

Its not until about two months later when the war starts to intensify. There have been 3 men captured, one attempted to sneak into the castle after dark, the other two had been caught spying the grounds.

The Royal Guards presence has doubled, in effort to better protect the Princess. The court suspects the syndicate is now aware of her whereabouts, the castle was disguised as a stronghold but with the scouts they had captured they believed there to be more. So rather than moving her again they decide to strengthen the defense, and keep her locked away.

It happens in the dead of night.

Din is standing guard like usual, watching the entrance to her rooms when he hears a quiet clicking noise. Instantly defensive, he’s moving to open her door, but when he tries the knob, the door doesn’t move. He slams his shoulder against it, doesn’t budge.

Someone had barricaded it.

He hears a yelp. He recognizes your voice, you sound tired, scared.

He hates it.

Again he slams against the door, and it finally it budges. Upon entrance he is alert, eyes surveying the room quickly.

Nothing.

The window was open, currents flapping in the wind.

They’d taken her.

How had he let them take her.

[nyaskitten]

I got an animation test AGAIN for u guys! Ikr, two animations??? In one day? Thats BEYOND crazy for a beginner like raine/vi legogeek33 ninjago monkie kid who was so unsure of himself!!!

It took a bit of work to make it loop (that is to say, copy and pasted every single frame individually and flip them and then had to delete some to make it less stiff so uhh PLEASE REBLOGGGG!!!!)

@emimii heres the thing I mentioned lmao

[taocc-updates]

ALSO IF YOU GUYS MAKE A TAOCCTOBER PLEASE @ ME I REALLY WANNA SEE IT AND WILL DEFO REBLOGGGG 😭😭😭😭 /GEN

aye aye captain

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

CONTENT WARNING!

My sister recently got into a very bad fire accident and it resulted in twenty percent of her body having third degree burns. She just got a skin graft this morning and can no longer walk due to the surgery and pain.

She’s going to be out of work for god knows how long and the hospital bills are probably going to be insane.

Here’s her cashapp if anyone wants to help her out a bit! $bwaaddison you don’t have to but it’s just there to help out a bit!!!

These are the least of her burns, please skip if this kind of stuff upsets you!

[otstz]

Happy holidays

[kavinskysbabe]

latenightlaurens -> kavinskysbabe

latenightlaurens -> kavinskysbabe

latenightlaurens -> kavinskysbabe

!!please reblog so people know!!

[barryallcn]

Enbyconnors -> queerrami

[scientologisabethmoss]

trying to get used to wearing color cosmetics on my face with no foundation or concealer. i had a lot of fun playing with navy liner - eyeliner is an unusual look for me - and it’s so nice for my skin to be able to breathe. i’d like to continue doing this and becoming more comfortable wearing “expressive” makeup without covering up my skin.