#RIIISE

[jeremysvoices]

he has homophobia in his eyes...

so bmc is coming back, ex-bmc artists RISE UP ONCE MORE

[scarlett-fever]

normal guy voice dose anyone else miss all stars🥺

[goosefries]

do-do-do-do-doo

[friendlyneighborhoodfirbolg]

HIGH HAWK SEASON SWALLOW ME HOLE, EAT ME ALIVE HIGH HAWK SEASON!!!!!!!

[etapereine]

and a top 10 finish for olav, that’s my boy 😊

[kindaokartchannel]

Being sad and listening to sad music sounded like a good idea to me 🥹 (it wasn't)

[bigshot-circa-1997]

I love buying merch of myself

[redeyerhaenyra]

YESSS! YESSS!! YEEEEEEESSS!!!!!

Medieval/and or fantasy ghoap x reader AU? Ghost and Soap are Knights under the 141 legion and happen to walk into a town where everyone is accusing reader of being some demon/ practicing witchcraft (she has anxiety).

🏰🗡️🔮 okay, okay. With a few changes. A lot of changes, sorry! 18+ MDNI / rescue, comfort, etc no smut

“You cannot p-p-possibly-“ the magistrate stutters, hands out in front of his body as if he even has a sliver of a chance of fending them off.

Simon stalks forward, bloodied sword gleaming in the candle light, silver stained with ruby ichor, the remnants of the hired protection outside, all slain, all dying.

The hired protection that he paid for, with the coin he made off of you.

“Ye cannae possibly believe,” Johnny snarls, steps vibrating with rage. “That ye’ll be talkin’ yer way out o’ this one.”

“She’s possessed, she-“

“Do not bother to lie. You do not believe it. We know you’ve been using her.” Simon barks. “We’ve heard the tales. The tongues wag far and wide over the rumors about your seer.”

“She needs healing, and my healers are uniquely qualified, experienced with witchcraft.” The magistrate whines, still stepping backwards his heels, eyes wide, sweat dripping from his temple.

“Ye stole her!” Johnny roars, shouldering past Simon. “Ye waited until we were called away and then ye broke into our home and stole her.” The magistrate shakes his head.

“She needs-“

“She needs nothing from you. Except to be free.” Simon cracks his neck. “And for you to be dead.”

“No. No, you can’t. I’m a- a noble. You cannot just-“

“Aye. We can.”

“Tell us where she is, and perhaps. We’ll let you live.” Simon counters, and the magistrate relaxes, body going lose.

“She’s in the room. At the end of the hall.” He grabs at a key around his neck, and Johnny rips it away, worn leather string breaking free without much effort.

“Johnny.” It’s a hum, an order, and he grins with his answer, whistling his way down the hall.

The last thing the magistrate sees is the swing of Simon’s sword, cleaving through the air, headed straight for his neck.

“Darling?” The room is dark. It smells, reeks of blood and bile, and his stomach turns. This is where he’s been hiding you? After all the coin that heathen made from your visions, this is the best he could give you? “Darling? Are ye in here?” There’s nothing, no response, no whisper of your sweet voice. Just the sound of shaky breathing, whimpering. “It’s me. It’s Johnny.”

He can just barely see the outline of your shoulder under the window, and he crouches, reaching towards your knee, brushing his fingertips over your skin.

“N-no.” You whisper, and he frowns.

“It’s Johnny. Simon’s here too. We’re here now, darling, yer safe.” The doors swings, banging into the stone wall, you startle, flinching against the window.

“Johnny?” Simon murmurs, coming to stand behind him, hand on his shoulder.

“Ah dinnae- she-“

“Those who walk in the woods will see their feet stained with blood.” You croak, shivering.

“Wot?” Simon questions, but you don’t respond.

They can just barely make out the sight of your dress, more of a sack, torn and tattered, encrusted with dirt and blood and goddess knows what else.

“We need tae get her out o’ here.” Johnny’s voice stays low, cautious. Worried.

“Darling, can you hear me?” Simon tries, but you still say nothing, little noises coming from your mouth every other moment.

He rocks forward to take you into his arms, hoping the familiarity will calm you, bring you back to yourself.

But you let out a bloodcurdling scream instead, the terror in your voice so rich, so real, he nearly loses his grip on your struggling body.

You fight them. Clawing and ripping and tearing, hands wild, tugging at Johnny’s hair, Simon’s clothes, until they’ve got your arms pinned down, Johnny cooing to you softly.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Breathe for me, darling. Jus’ breathe.” You’re still struggling, still trying wrench yourself free, and when you thrash, you face catches the moonlight.

And that’s when they see it.

Johnny chokes on his gasp, and Simon cups your chin, tilting your eyes back towards the light, back towards the window to reveal the horrifying truth.

Your eyes are completely white. Pupils, irises, blood vessels, all fogged out, covered with creamy, milky white that looks more like the moon than your beautiful eyes that they’ve known, loved, so dearly.

“No.” Johnny whispers. You whimper, head swinging, eyebrows creased, chest heaving.

Their worst fears, realized. They always knew this was a possibility but… for it to happen when you were being held captive. When they couldn’t be here. When they weren’t able to help you, comfort you.

The terror you must have felt.

“She only sees with the Sight now.” Simon says. “It’s why she doesn’t recognize us. She’s lost herself to it, to the Goddess.”

You blink rapidly, like you’re hearing them, head cocking slightly toward their voices, and Simon strokes a thumb down your cheek.

“Shhh.” Johnny hums, and you settle, a bit dejected, but quieting in their arms as they hold you. “Just breathe. Good girl, nice an’ slow for us.” After you get two lungfuls, they shift, Simon’s arms curling around your body and holding you close as Johnny opens the door.

“Let’s go home, darling.”

[drunk-poets-society]

man why is that stupid love song so catchy ugh

[hexlyng]

Riiise of the... TMNT!!!

Such an amazing show! I can't believe it took me this long to get into it (and much longer to finish this piece lol)

I adore these turtles (+April!) so much 🐢🐢🐢🐢

[alter-ego-xxx]

Hiya! Never really thought about trans Evan before but today outta no where I was like, "Hmmmmmmmm" and now it's all I can think about so wanted to know if you have any head canons for that?

slightly nsfw

TRANS EVAN NATION RIIISE

I could write ESSAYS about trans rosier twins (and I'm most likely going to do that at some point).

Trans Evan is very dear to me. I think he'd go by he/they pronouns because he's like "what even is gender" but "if gender IS smth, mine is definitely somewhere on the man side". He grows out his hair to hide his facial features, wears very baggy clothes, and doesn't really talk to anyone. After he gets on t (and together with Barty), the long hair stays but gets tied back once in a while, the style stays the same but he's absolutely in love with his voice. And Barty makes him feel 100% more comfortable (either with t4t rosekiller or cis Barty). Also as we've already established, Barty is totally obsessed with Evan's bottom growth. He's fascinated but also soo very turned on by it, he could cockwarm Evan for hours. Also just overall the changes Evan's body makes during his right puberty: He works out a lot and his shoulders get broader and broader (which he likes to see in the mirror and which Barty enjoys just as much because he has more room to wreck his back with his nails during sex now). So overall: Trans Evan. smash.

[wurmixia]

"Yeah, I do! Of course!" Austin made a flip at the air before lowering themselves more, moving to come face to face with her.

"Welcome to the Battle Camp!" He chirped. "This is an enormous island for Elemental beings like me! At here, we all fight, feed train each other as a team of 5! As I've said, Pedro said he saw you run off here, so i decided to follow in and greet you myself!" Austin explained to her, then the ring she's been holding caught their attention. They moved closer and hovered above the ring, curious. "Whats your name and what are you holding? It looks very nice!"

Continued from x //

@wurmixia

"Hey, wait!"

The butterfly seemed to fly at an incredible speed, Amy struggling to keep up with it as her sneakers crunched on the soft soil of the field. She ran through the forest, unaware of anyone around her.

As she burst into a meadow of many flowers, the one blue butterfly had turned into many, all of them flying about in an organized chaos, leaving the hedgehog girl to watch in awe.

Before she could process it, another flying creature used a gust of wind to corral the butterflies, the many insects settling on her head as she looked on in astonishment at the yellow creature in front of her.

"No, I'm not hurt at all," Just what was this place? It definitely wasn't home... or at least, Amy didn't remember home being like this! "But uhm, hmm..."

"I wouldn't say I'm okay... I don't know what this place is at all. Do you live here? What is this place?"

Her mind was racing with questions, and she wasn't entirely sure of whether or not she would get a direct answer.

[falling-star-cygnus]

things i've noticed about HSR characters bc i hope to make a living out of this someday

part four: 🎼Riiise up🎶into my🎵world~ ✨Robin✨

who should i do next? :D speed round bc im going up north with no computer for a few days and mobile tumblr only lets me add 10 photos at a time

she has one of the most pleasing color schemes in HSR, i swear. Her little twist into that rose bun, her vaguely pointed ears, and the soft purple fade of her wings?? amazing [blue roses symbolize tranquility, mystery, and secrecy- while purple roses symbolize royalty, luxury, and success. since her hair is a nice periwinkle shade, the meanings can be combined!]

Robin's halo is adorned with Angel Trumpets. just the name of these flowers alone are a really funny and cool choice for her [given she has a halo and wings and yk.. she's a singer] but they also represent a connection between the ethereal and earthly- i.e: how Robin connects with her fans on a stage -> they can also be used as a euphoria causing and hallucinogenic drug.

the way Robin's ruffles flare out and warp into that blue reminds me of Xipe's, the Aeon of Harmony, halo. specifically the inner part of THEIR halo, but i felt like it was worth noting considering Robin strides the path of Harmony

at first i thought the wings around her waist were just to add to the asymmetry of her whole design- which she really pulls off- but then in her concert animatic THEY MOVE -> so- do all Halovians have more than their head set of wings? -> it is a little curious that her look is so purposefully asymmetrical, though, considering her path alignment. the only part of her outfit that matches it's respective side, is her arm ruffles- which almost mimic Xipe's halo

ROBIN'S PHONE CASE IS A ROBIN! also she has a scar on her neck, revealed by her sixth eidolon. this could be tied to her temporary in-game death- or it could be entirely unrelated- but it does make her elaborate choker more understandable.

HC for the Road: Sunday bought the phone case for her as a gag gift but now she refuses to use anything else

[olympeline]

Sometime during the Crusades:

Francis: *Writing to his dad* Dearest, darlingest Papa Germania…

Arthur: *Writing to his mum* My dear mother…

Both: There’s been some confusion over rooming here at camp.

Arthur: But of course I’ll care for Dylan.

Francis: But of course I’ll riiise above it!

Both: For I know that’s how you’d want me to respond, oui/yes!

Both: There’s been some confusion for you see my tentmate is…

Francis: Unusual and exceedingly perculiar with eyebrows that are altogether quite impossibly large…

Arthur: French.

Cue music

[visascake]

I’m getting the vibe that ToTE is utilizing Vader for marketing (Since Barriss isn’t a popular character, fair enough) but I’m fully expecting him to be in one scene and have one line that goes, “okay kiddos, go hunt Jedi” and that’ll be it for him, and I’m gonna cackle if that’s really true because gLUP SHITTO RIIISE

[steelthroat]

DECEPTICONS! RIIISE UUUP 🗣️🗣️‼️🔥🔥🔥😡😡

Or as the Italian dub of tf one put it

"INSORGERE SEMPRE!"