#WOOOO lets goooo

[rorymori]

TEAM SEAFOAM LETS GOOOO WHOS EXCITED

[angie-long-legs-moved]

Starter for @that-m0th

Angel's finger quivered against the trigger.

On the other end of the gun? The very man whose name was embellished in rhinestones across the barrel.

It was symbolic, really, threatening the Overlord with his own weapon. While Angel was far handier with his usual tommy guns, it had to be Valentino's own prized revolver to back him into a corner. His favourite toy to inflict violence with, wielded by his favourite toy to inflict violence upon. And, all symbolism aside, Angel needed to utilise the threat of true, final death - he needed a gun that was loaded with holy bullets.

It had been far too easy to steal it. Although the Vees ran a tight ship when it came to security, Valentino was famously careless with his weapons, often leaving firearms idle on coffee tables or couches or amongst the heaps of clutter that the studio accumulated. Angel supposed that the idea of anyone taking advantage of this had likely never even crossed Val's mind - if any of his employees were stupid enough to even attempt to gun him down, they wouldn't live long enough to regret it.

And yet, here Angel was, hands shaking around the sleek pink revolver, pointed with brazen betrayal at its owner - his owner.

However, this was not murder. This was bargaining.

"Let me go."

His voice was low but firm. This was a hail Mary, a shot in the dark, a last-ditch effort to lever some kind of control over the man he was bound to. Adrenaline coursed through his blood like electricity, but he couldn't afford to let Valentino see the way it made him tremble.

"Let me go, or I'll shoot, Val. I swear ta God."

[4ggravation]

EVERYONE CHEERED I'M GONNA GO LISTEN TO THIS RN

[bugtoast]

Meowdy!

==========================

Howdy-doody, welcome to my little corner of the internet.

y'all can call me Oz, pronouns are mainly He/Him, and i'm a trans, queer, disabled minor who is into multimedia art, although I tend to focus on digital art.

My pinned post used to be suuuper long, so I made a carrd for it instead! you can find almost everything that was in the pinned post here now!

Also, putting this here just so everyone knows: if you want to add Id text to any of my posts, please feel free! I'm not really sure how to do it myself, and while i am currently practicing, i'm still not confident enough in my abilities yet

Edit 5/21/2024: Didn't want to add the individual fundraisers anymore, I'm sorry but it'd make the post waaay too long. BUT! I have found a google sheet of vetted fundraisers to help those in palestine! please please please go check it out if you can, it's very good!

Also!!! THIS. YOU BETTER CLICK IT!!! CLICK FOR PALESTINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

keeping this song here for fun

[kandidandi]

first meeting

Yara N. by @skizabaa

[jadedharleys]

not sure if anyone has done this yet so i thought i might as well rip the song from the new flash since its cool!!

[eli-writes-sometimes]

GUESS WHO JUST WON ITS FIRST NANO!!!!

HINT ITS GOT TWO SHAKING HANDS AND IS CALLED ELI

[grofitallocation]

(click for better quality)

[chocomaomao]

//Wip :D Posting this so that I can finish it later for real 🥹

Cant believe new madoka movie is actually real bro it’s been years 🥹🥹🥹 this series forever gonna have a special space in my heart yo 🥹🥹🥹AAAAA EXCITED ITS BEEN TEN YEARS SINCE REBELLION

[m1d-45]

if you don't mind i'd love to see what'd you think it'd be like being found by razor first in sagau!!! he's my main and like a son to me <3. also i am handing you little cat shaped cookies, ur writing is always a treat when its on my dash!!!!!!

lightning sigil

a/n: in return to your delightful gift, i bring you this small love letter to the first character i ever pulled. i’m glad to know that i have brightened people’s day, and hope to reflect this kindness back to you <3

word count: 1111!!!

-> warnings: spoilers for razor lore / story quest? i suppose?

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

you land in wolvendom, lamp grass cradling your fallen form. a soft blue glow lights up the dark forest, and despite the stars shining through the leaves, you can see a fair distance around you. the plants and ferns curl around and hold your curious hand, brushing carefully into your palm. it’s…. unnatural, for certain, but it isn’t unnerving in the way you’d expect.

you spend a little longer than you’d like to admit in a trance of sorts, watching the wind blow flowers against your wrist and leaves flutter between your fingers. it’s strange, but certainly a welcome distraction from waking up in a strange environment.

speaking of…

you inspect the lamp grass around you, ignoring the odd way they preen into your touch. are they really lamp grass? or is this some weird dream? it has to be, right? the wind doesn’t just… do that, it doesn’t curl bushes into your hair and brush away errant strands with the care of an actual hand. it doesn’t in your world.

the brush rattles with the breeze, but you don’t pay much attention, chalking it up to the same strange wind as the one affecting the flora around you, continuing to inspect the small plant in your hand. the small bulb seems to glow brighter just by being next to your skin, and your brain calls up some explanation of bioluminescence from some science class or odd youtube video.

sticks creak and leaves rustle, sounding like somebody’s approaching. you turn in the direction of the sound, scooting back until your back hits a tree. you were too distracted to notice earlier, but as you stare into the dark space between the tree trunks, you realize how unsettlingly dark it is. you can’t see anything.

your breath picks up, your fingers threading into the grass. it weaves back into your hand, cool with nighttime, and you falter momentarily on the fact that wind couldn’t possibly be affecting it this way.

the bushes part.

red eyes stare at you from the pitch black, something shimmering in the darkness besides them. you can’t look away, even as your spine prickles with nerves and unease, transfixed by something that seems so familiar and yet should have you running.

the eyes tilt. the bushes part further.

white hair comes into view first, then a dark hood and large white pendants. dark army-green pants fold and bend over a crouched form, buckles and tassels clicking over the bushes, somehow not catching.

you clutch at the grass. it holds you back.

“you…”

you can’t move as the boy—you tell yourself you don’t know his name, you tell yourself it’s not the same guy—approaches, kneeling in front of you. his hands are gloves, the leather shockingly warm where it reaches for your hand.

“you’re here.”

the shock and emotion in his voice surprises you, alongside the implicit recognition in his words. he knew you? he…

you tell yourself again that this can’t be the razor you know. this can’t be the one you’ve poured time and energy into, this isn’t the same boy as from your game, he’s not the one you cooed and called after. he’s not the one you cried over when he got hurt, he’s not the one you spent hours and hours grinding for and perfecting and leveling and loving-

not-razor tugs at your wrist. “stand. you should not be with the grass.”

you ignore the chord in your heart that burns at his voice and let him pull you up, at a loss for words. you want to say something, it feels awkward not breaking the silence, but you dont know what to say. what can you? is this version of razor aware of what you did for him? what kind of dream are you even having right now?

he steadies you with another hand on your arm, frowning. you didn’t even realize you were swaying.

“you okay?”

you nod. he doesn’t seem convinced.

“come. follow.”

he pulls you along, one of his hands falling away to push aside branches in your path. moonlight streams in bars from the sky, fireflies flickering along the path. you cling to razor’s hand, walking a little closer to him. the night is cold, and though the wind creeping through the trees was comforting before, it’s only off-putting now.

he makes an odd half-huff, holding your hand tighter. the noise doesn’t sound irritated, somehow, even as you’re certain it would from anybody else.

he leads you to a small ledge, coming up to your waist, and clambers up with ease. before you can struggle over the rock, he reaches his hands over the edge.

“here. i help you.”

the simple dialogue makes you smile.

he pulls you up and over the edge easily, standing and smoothly pulling you up alongside him. the action is quick, one that leaves you a bit disoriented, but you quickly get your bearings again. after checking you over, he gives a self-satisfied smile and continues walking.

“oh- ah, where are we going?”

your words come out strange and off-kilter in your continued confusion, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“place to sit. wait.”

“for?”

“wolf pack!”

he says it with such pride, you can see the affection in his eyes even from your angle at his side. they really are his family..

you come into a clearing with a large rock in the center, the moon falling through a gap onto a large portion of it. razor leads you near the center of the moonlit portion, sitting down.

“once wolves return, we will bring you somewhere better. less cold.”

you stare, watching as he fusses with his cloak. why would they take you in? surely they didn’t…

after a moment, razor managed to remove his jacket, leaning in to wrap it around your shoulders. it’s small, unsurprisingly, but warm in a way you don’t expect.

“you know me?”

razor smiles as he sits back, an awkward imitation yet endearing all the same. when he speaks, you catch a glimpse of fangs.

“you’re my lupical.”

[nikoisme]

HE DRAPED STARS AND GOLD ACROSS THE BRANCHES, THOUGH WE KNEW IF WE WANTED TO SEE THE HEAVENS WE WOULD LOOK TO THE SIDE [TO SEE THE OTHER]

[bonesybonez]

[hatchetsfield-arch]

added some new muses y'all <3

[roadimusprime]

*wishes I could be sick so I can be absent from work*

My ankle: hello :)

[sleipliir]

Yay I got older again! 🎉🥳🎉🎉✨

[maraariana01]

hello crk community