#The OC Saga

[risingsouls]

gunsnboots clearly has no respect for the female Saiyan species.

[Alright. Yeah. You're getting blocked now.

I saw the asks you sent to my friend. At first, I gave you benefit of the doubt and thought maybe those were sent before you apologized to me and showed some semblance of getting your act together. However, this ask here proves you actually have no intent to actually change your ways. I have shown MONUMENTAL patience with you, hoping to help you get a better understanding of what is and isn't acceptable in rp etiquette. Instead, you gave me some woe is me apology that obviously meant nothing. Instead, you continue to harass my friends with the same garbage as you have been this whole time. I didn't think I needed to say you needed to respect ALL rpers boundaries, not just mine.

And I warned you. Time and time and time again: people aren't generally comfortable rping on anon, especially not fight threads. And if they do, the anon (that's you) will always ALWAYS be automatically at the disadvantage as my friend mentioned. The mun wasn't disrespecting your "muse" or women or the "female Saiyan species" like you weirdly put it (which sounds like pretty sexist language if you ask me).

To put it very bluntly: if you're rping on anon, your "character" has no rights. None. The person receiving the anon "character" interactions basically has full rights to do whatever they want to them (within reason because there are definitely some shit that is just not okay period, anon or not; that should go without saying), even if that's picking them up and yeeting the "character" into the sun. That has just always been the unspoken rule of anon rpers. If you want to continue ignoring everyone and not fixing your shadowban issue, and you keep trying to rp on anon, this will 9 times out of 10 be your experience.

So cut the crap or you're going to lose all your partners. Considering what I've seen, you've probably already been blocked by a ton of people. and today, you've proven that I should have just blocked you from the beginning. Have a nice day, and I hope maybe you'll finally learn a lesson when no one will interact with you.]

[cuppajj]

Custard III and the paladin’s shadow

Custard Cookie III once aspired to be a king. But when the king he looked up to became a penitent beast, he questioned if he was truly worthy of such a title. What if, no matter how hard he tried to face adversity with his strength and his friends, he too ended up hurting those he cared about?

Madeleine Cookie would assure him with a beam in his voice. The times were tumultuous, but with the power of hope, community, and the determination to fight, there was nothing they couldn’t do in the shadow of the beasts. The knight commander heralded that hope for everyone in the Crème Republic. Custard III, nephew of its Consul, clung to it for all of his younger years. Back then, he never saw a blemish in Madeleine Cookie’s heroic demeanor and admired his resilience when everyone around him struggled to pick up the pieces.

But now he’s a little older, and he’s begun to realize that he was oblivious to the paladin’s behavior. Behavior that seems… off, in a way he can’t explain. Is it his integrity, his behavior when he thinks no one else is around? Is it the weight of his loss that has finally gotten to him? Is it the fact he disappears into thin air, returning a long time later with emptiness in his eyes? There’s something about Madeleine that Custard III wants—needs—to understand. When one of the brightest lights of hope flickers, what does it mean for everyone who looks to it? And more importantly, what can be done to help him?

Perhaps it’s time the adolescent cookie sought those answers out. Perhaps he was never meant to follow him.

[wombywoo]

#OC

[vbnhuet]

a continuation of the Bowser's parents saga

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

[tarphi]

Remedy x Disco Elysium 🫣

Feat. My remedy OC Rani. More to come!!!

[minimooberry]

Yvette Élodie Issé Auclaire : A Week

{ 1 } hair // necklace // dress // stockings // boots // { 2 } hair // bow // earrings // necklace // top // skirt // leg warmers // uggs // { 3 } hair // glasses // earrings // top // skirt // leg warmers // shoes // { 4 } hair // glasses // necklace // earrings // dress // leg warmers // shoes // bag // { 5 } hair // hat // earrings // necklace // outfit // shoes // bag // { 6 } hair // headphones // necklace // outfit // heels // bag // ty to all the creators !!@charonlee @serenity-cc @eggu-sims @madlensims @rimings @dansimsfantasy @saruin @arethabee @sunberry @simpliciaty-cc @antosims @dallasgirl79 @kikiw-sims @babyetears @korkassims @cheng-chih @simgirlz @vyxen @nightcrawler-sims @theevyxen @jellymoo @s-club-tbr @sonyasimscc @loreleisims @greenllamas

[tangledinink]

everytime i read the egg saga first i remember that i wanna tear big mama apart for what she made donnie go through, and second, i wonder, what is gemini's actual gender? like, forgetting about big mama and everyone else and just thinking about how they feel

(also hi i love your art and your aus they're so cool)

gemini!donnie is nonbinary! kind of a boy, kind of a girl, but not exactly either at the same time!

... it just takes him a while to come to that conclusion! he needs some time post-big-mama to figure it all out. (and also... a little bit of outside intervention. but he gets there!)

[pocket-dragon]

Fuck it, give her 3 kids!

[The mama k lore that exists solely in my maladaptive daydreams and occasionally my friends dms is vast and sometimes I make art about it]

[pink-noah]

Some design sketches of the god of the sea 🔱🦐

[starrysharks]

fart doodie and a cocky pee

[cece693]

Brooding Edward (Edward Cullen x M! Vampire Reader)

I got a comment some time ago asking for more Edward Cullen fics, so I came to deliver :) Hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: You don't know when your dislike of Edward turned into adoration, but you did know that you didn't like how close he was getting with the human, Isabella Swan.

tags: scheming Edward, jealous reader, hater to lover, making out, Bella used as a pawn in Edward's plan, mentions of Bella x Edward

Forks was a dreary town, always dripping with rain and cloaked in mist, a far cry from the places I’d roamed over the centuries. I’d arrived here on a whim, seeking nothing more than a quiet place to blend in, disappear among the mundane, and watch as the world turned on without me. But I wasn’t completely alone here. There were others of my kind, tucked away in the dense forests.

The first time I laid eyes on Edward Cullen, I knew immediately what he was—beautiful, yes, but also cold and distant, a façade of perfection wrapped around a soul that seemed perpetually weighed down. We didn’t speak much at first, just acknowledged each other as predators passing in the same territory.

But the more I saw him, the more I realized how irritatingly complex he was.

He wasn’t like the others—his siblings, his parents—who seemed content with the life they had carved out here, blending in with humans, attending school like everything was perfectly normal. Edward. had this air of constant torment, like he was wrestling with demons none of us could see. It grated on me. The self-imposed suffering. The way he would sit in class, staring out the window like the weight of existence itself was crushing him.

I couldn’t stand it.

“Edward’s always been like that.” Alice once told me when I asked why her brother seemed more brooding than the rest of them. She smiled, almost fondly, as if his moodiness was something endearing, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“You mean miserable?”

“He’s complicated.” she explained, and for some reason, that word irritated me even more.

Complicated. Right.

The more I was around him, the more I was drawn to observe his every movement, his every interaction. And it only made my disdain grow. Edward had this way of pulling people in without even trying—his impossibly good looks, the air of mystery that seemed to cling to him like fog, his quiet intelligence. Everyone wanted to know him, to understand him. But he kept everyone at arm’s length.

He was a contradiction—mysterious yet aloof, compassionate yet disconnected. And I couldn’t stop watching him.

It became a sick habit of mine, this strange fascination, though I told myself it was just that. I would catch glimpses of him in the halls at school, his expression always distant, as if he were somewhere else entirely. He rarely laughed or even smiled—everything seemed so goddamn serious to him. His siblings would joke around, ease into their lives here, but Edward? He remained on the outskirts, as though he couldn’t let himself relax, couldn’t let go of whatever it was that tormented him.

There was something maddening about it.

It wasn’t until Isabella Swan came into the picture that everything shifted.

She was new, fragile, and completely unaware of the supernatural undercurrent running through Forks. But Edward saw her. And it wasn’t just passing interest. I noticed it from the beginning—the way his gaze would linger on her in class, how his jaw would tense when she got too close to any of the other students, or how he disappeared for days after their first encounter, struggling to keep himself in check.

I remember the first time I heard them talking, watching from a distance, seated in the cafeteria among the other Cullens. Edward’s voice was soft but strained, his gaze locked on hers like she was the most precious thing in the world. The intensity in his eyes, the way his entire being seemed to revolve around this human—it was unsettling.

"She’s different." he told me once when I couldn’t stop myself from asking why he was so fascinated with her.

"Different?" I echoed, unable to keep the disbelief out of my voice. "She’s human, Edward. She’ll die in a blink of an eye. What happens then?" He said nothing, just stared off into the distance, as if the very idea caused him more pain than I could understand.

It was then that the slow burn of jealousy began to fester inside me, though I couldn’t name it at first. The fact that Edward, who seemed indifferent to everything, had suddenly fixated on this girl—this fragile, breakable human—made something inside me twist. I was used to seeing him as distant, untouchable, yet here he was letting his guard down for someone like her.

I wanted Edward’s gaze on me. His intensity. His focus. The realization hit me harder than I expected, and it wasn’t long before that jealousy bubbled over into anger.

One night, the tension reached a boiling point. Edward had just returned from dropping Bella off, his face drawn, like always, but with something else in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore. Satisfaction. The kind of satisfaction that came from spending time with her. The kind of satisfaction I wanted him to feel when he was with me.

“Isabella this, Isabella that.” I sneered, my voice cutting through the stillness of the forest. Edward stopped in his tracks, his expression hardening as he turned to face me.

“What’s your problem?” His tone was cold, guarded.

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, my chest tight with the jealousy and frustration I’d been holding in for too long. “My problem is that you’re throwing everything away for her. And for what? She’s nothing special, Edward.”

His jaw clenched, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. “You don’t know her. You don’t understand.”

“Understand?” I laughed bitterly. “What’s there to understand? She’s human. You’re a vampire. End of story.”

“It’s not that simple,” Edward hissed, stepping closer, his presence looming. “It’s never been that simple.”

I stared him down, anger boiling over into something sharper. “You think I don’t see what’s happening here? You’re losing yourself in her. You’re forgetting who you are, what you are. She’s going to be your downfall.”

He glared at me, and I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. His hand shot out, grabbing the front of my shirt, pulling me roughly against him. “You’re wrong.”

Before I could snap back, Edward’s lips collided with mine like a strike of lightning, fierce and demanding, with none of the hesitation I’d come to expect from him. The initial shock froze me for only a second, but then the fire that had been building inside me for so long erupted, and I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer, forcing the kiss deeper.

His body pressed hard against mine, the coldness of his skin a sharp contrast to the heat pulsing through me. This wasn’t like anything I’d imagined—there was no softness, no careful exploration—just raw, primal need. His lips left mine briefly, trailing down the line of my jaw, his breath cool against my skin as he whispered, “You think I’m hers?” His voice was low and dangerous. “I was never hers.”

I gripped his shoulders, shoving him back slightly, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He smirked, that infuriating, knowing smirk that sent another wave of frustration and heat crashing through me. His eyes darkened, the gold-flecked with something more primal, more dangerous. “My relationship with Bella means nothing to me.”

I tried to shove him away again, but he held firm, his grip on me unyielding, his body pressing me back against the rough bark of the tree. “Bullshit,” I growled, but the anger in my voice was already fading, replaced by something I didn’t want to admit. “You’ve been obsessed with her—”

“Lies.” he interrupted, his lips hovering over mine, so close I could kiss him again if I leaned forward. “I needed her to push you, to make you feel what you’ve been ignoring for months.”

My mind reeled. “You’re saying this was all some kind of game?”

His smirk widened, but it wasn’t cruel—it was victorious. “Not a game. A plan.” His fingers trailed lightly over my collarbone, sending sparks through me, and I hated how easily he could get under my skin, how quickly he could break down the walls I’d built. “I’ve been waiting for you to realize it, to stop fighting me.”

“Fighting you? You never said a damn thing.”

“I didn’t need to. I knew you’d come to me eventually.”

The kiss that followed was harder, more desperate, and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling him closer, the fire that had been smoldering between us now raging out of control. His hands roamed over my body, each touch stoking the flames higher. I couldn’t think, his presence overwhelming every sense, every thought.

“I'm yours,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough and possessive. His hands slid under my shirt, cold fingers tracing over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Not hers.”

The words hit me like a punch, and I grabbed his face, pulling him back just enough to meet his gaze. “Say it again.”

His eyes bored into mine, that same victorious glint dancing in their depths. “I’m not hers. I’m yours.”

[risingsouls]

“Yar har har. It is I, Blue Beard! The immortal space pirate here to raid your planet for booty!” And with that a gigantic pirate ship appeared above Vegeta.

A guttural growl ripped from the prince's throat. " ENOUGH! "

Blast aimed for the ship, he obliterated the vessel, ash raining down around him like snow.

[dacenturion]

Working out my Calypso design… I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THE NEW WISDOM SAGA

The new saga was SO GOOD but so sad oh God

[azurityarts]

Made a little song for a class project! I'm definitely not super well-versed in music, but I still think it was worth sharing! with a lil brooke animation to boot 🎶

[vbnhuet]

After I made my Bowser's parents OC, I start imagine what they would be like if they were still alive so I made this.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

[ansiettina]

⚒️ Hephaestus!🔨

🎶Trust is not given, it's forged

Why should I give him my support?

He sacrificed his own cohort🎶