#SO THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME

[blitzbuckz]

Clad in all black with the exception of a plum colored corset vest atop the dark ruffle shirt he wore, the prince awaited the arrival of a very particular star. The performance was over. So why was he still standing there? Stolas knew time was of the essence, and his own metaphorical hourglass was beginning to near its end. The last granules were sliding down, down, down — plummeting with the same intensity as his heart. Was it attempting to leap from his throat or bury itself into organs? Feathered hands grip a bundle of stems. The soft crinkle of paper is what alerts him to the gesture. Four vibrant eyes hastily glance down at the bouquet; unique and custom designed by the prince himself. Nightrider Asiatic Lilies, Burgundy Carnations, Blood Anemones, and Hellsbreath. It seems so trivial to him now. Really, he ought to leave the flowers in someone's care to gift them to the imp themselves, rather than embarrass himself. It wasn't as though it mattered, and besides! Blitzø wasn't likely to remember him anyhow, right?

Raking a hand through already mussed plumage atop his head, Stolas sighs. That is, until he catches sight of Blitz's figure approaching. The Goetia bows — a force of habit — and offers the bouquet upon straightening. ❝ Your performance was remarkable. I thought it. . . . might be nice to receive something for all of the hard work you put in! My apologies if they aren't to you. . . . liking. I do not know you — I do not know what you like. That is, I suppose you may not even enjoy flowers. But I wish to present you with this gift before I take my leave. ❞

【𐂃】 the adolescent imp gave a light bend of the knee —holding his performing partner hand in hand as they, gracefully, delivered their curtain call bow. Scarlet hues glimmering over the robust sounds of the audience's cheers. Consumed by the exuberant energy that engulfed their tent whenever he didn't make a spectacle of himself. He lived for perfectly executed nights like these &&, for the moment, he wished it would all pause. wanting to further relish this everlasting feeling, however, as their act came to a close — so came the ringmaster, his father, entering the ring.

Causing a sense of urgency, fear, to surge within the imp — he quickly released the jester's hand. With a fleeting, forced smile, informing for his best friend to return to their dressing room. He knew his father didn't like it when he spent too much time with the circus' main attraction. the star lead. thus, Blitzø refrained from exhibiting his crush tendencies. If Cash ever picked up on it — he was sure to receive a good beating over it. Granted, he could shield behind his mother like he did as a kid but... he wasn't a child anymore. Furthermore, it wasn't his style to hide behind others anyway, despite not having the balls to face his father.

Reverting to his 'after' duties, Blitzø fixed his suspenders. adjusting his momento mori clown outfit. his stripped torso dressed in white && black mostly, with a mixture of red on his high waist pants. As the house took their leave he fetched a broom, sweeping the peanuts from beneath the wooden bleachers. Working his way around the horseshoe-shaped seating until he came face to face with... a Goetia? The imp's eyes dilate, irises shrinking in size, holding his broom close to his chest when the other took an unexpected bow. Emotional strains gradually subsided, mouth drawn agape revealing his braces. Unsure what to make of the generous offering... for a lower station like himself?

❝ uhh . . . I think y' got the wrong guy? my performance was . . . ❞ shitty. he hardly received gifts, most of the audience donations went to Fizz, so it puzzled him to receive anything. Foremost, from a royal who... seemed oddly familiar. ( the goth appearance was tossing him at a loop )

❝ no no! . . . flowers are cool. ❞ he cautiously retorts, quickly dropping the broom to cup his hands over theirs. brushing over their feathery digits to retrieve their gift. the bouquet was almost as big as his head! — stirred to burry half of his face in the midst of the flowers before giving the owl another final glance with furrowed brows. ❝ Thanks, I guess. ❞ he hesitantly uttered with a sheepish smile. unable to help his maw to blossom a little over the kind gesture. he wasn't used to it BUT, fuck it, he still loathed their kind yet... suppose this time... he could show a bit of vulnerability. just this once.

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

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[sparkleofstardust]

in light of the recent news that Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi has been found dead after a helicopter crash you might be wondering 'who the hell is this guy and why are so many people celebrating his death??' and i'm here to answer that!

to fully understand what's going on we need to look into Iran's history: when the Iranian revolution in 1979 happened the authoritarian king who was ruling at that time was overthrown, but the ensuing power vacuum lead to the islamic regime seizing power and establishing Iran as an islamic republic

the following years were incredibly cruel to the Iranian people; thousands of people (especially minorities) have been protesting against the strict islamic regime leading to many being jailed, tortured and executed.

and this is where Raisi played a big part: in 1988 he was part of a committee that ordered the execution of thousands of political prisoners who were protesting the islamic regime, earning himself the title of "the butcher of tehran"

do not be fooled by what the state media wants you to believe, the Iranian people are celebrating his death. he was a cruel mass murderer who has destroyed the lives of thousands of people, his death should be used as a time to mourn for all the suffering he has caused, and bring new attention to the political prisoners still being held in Iranian prisions today

because sadly the fight is far from over. many of you have probably heard of the murder of Mahsa Jina Amini back in 2022, causing a new wave of nationwide protests and establishing the "woman, life, freedom" movement. the regime has gotten increasingly cruel in their treatment of the Iranian people, especially women, but the people of Iran are not deterred and keep fighting for a free Iran.

if you want to know how you can help, please keep talking about us. the one thing the regime hates is international attention, and in the past it has been proven that international pressure has stopped the regime from executing various political prisoners. people like Toomaj Salehi are under imminent threat of execution and spreading their names could save their lives. so whether you share social media posts or talk to your family and friends about what is happening in Iran, anything helps 🙏🏼

jin, jiyan, azadi ✌🏼

[egophiliac]

should've just let Vil be the one to fly, it would've gone SO much easier. 😔

also HEY how are everyone else's pulls going, because I have had the most RIDICULOUS luck, seriously, halloween magic is 100% real

[sillyfairygarden]

a stranger with a sly smile.... i caught the hades brainworms so obviously i had to draw scarlet pearl (now with a companion bigb!)

[shepscapades]

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [PART 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

Nobody Anymore Nobody Anymore

[This comic is part of my dbhc au, following the chaos and panic that ensues after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of s9 after a very rough s8 finale that leaves him a little. broken. It's set to the vibes of Joywave's Destruction. This part concludes this comic, but this moment doesn't end here: Don't Let it Reach the Heart will be the title of the fic that will follow the end of Destruction!]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[mewdoodles]

19 - coolskeleton95 post!

[liverpepper]

a (little) liverpepper sora comic, for rainy-sunshine days ☔️💛

[beetle-baguette]

trop d’ennui

[k1tty5]

the simplest words

[egophiliac]

time for skeleman

with the lack of any other info yet, all I can focus on are those Charles Lloyd-looking sunglasses. they are absolutely sending me. I feel like we're gonna fall through a tree or whatever and this stitched-up boney gentleman is gonna pop out from behind a gravestone and start serenading us with some smooth jazz on the saxophone.

or should I say...the saxoBONE???????

[zan0tix]

HOORAY HOMESTUCK! Happy birthday to the webcomic that changed my life 😁🫶

[dolotonglo]

so that popularity poll huh

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Loss.

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