#Watch Your Head

[maybe-ill-take-it-all]

"looks like I've got a winning hand~"

hello there~ my name is Aventurine. he/him pronouns, thank you. I'm what I've come to learn is called a Faller - someone from a different universe.

joining this website seems to be a good way to learn more about this world, and hopefully I can make some connections here~

my Pokemon, so far :

Absol - Coin - male - the first being I saw upon arriving in this world. he seemed to get very attached and hasn't left. he also led me to the nearest town. I've realized he looks a bit unique compared to most other Absol - he has gold eyes, the patch on his forehead is gold as well, and there's a bit of silver on the edge of the "blade" on his head.

tag directory :

#all in - original posts

#watch your head - reblogs

#spend freely - asks and submissions

#winning hand - selfies and photos of my Pokemon

((#oocmun - ooc/admin posts

this blog is run by @theangstking

Pelipper Mail : on

M!As: off))

[lgbtiwtv]

god it’s just like. what if your guardian angel was actually real and a vampire and he almost killed you but he saw your spark and your pain and himself in it and your beautiful messy human potential and he looked you in the eyes and he put the same hand he grabbed you with on your shoulder to comfort you and with the same mouth that almost drained you he said you matter. You matter. and you never even knew that the voice in your head was his all along. what if it saved your life more times than you can count. what if you’re finally in the position to return the favor. what then!!!!!

[cringefaecompilation]

breaking news: people in the critical role fandom find out that punks are, indeed, supposed to be disruptive, cruel, and shitty towards authority

[s0fter-sin]

everyone makes fun of soap when they find out how many hair and skin products he keeps on hand. the cabinet in his bathroom is filled to bursting and he always keeps travel sized bottles on him on missions

when soldiers outside the 141 find out, they call him precious and self-obsessed, a vain pretty boy too preoccupied with his reflection to focus on the enemy. no wonder how he got his callsign. price has given up telling him to leave them on base and just teaches him to individually wrap them so they don’t rattle against each other and give himself away

what they don’t know is that each product contains an ingredient that when mixed with any number of the others, creates potent chemical bombs. he was caught unarmed once, he won’t let it happen again

[halcyon-autumn]

It's pretty funny to watch Porter try to get in the Bad Kids' heads during the finale because these kids faced off with KALINA. She was LITERALLY in some of their heads. She never would have fallen for "loser says what" the way that Porter did he's really just an embarrassment.

[yawnderu]

CW: mentions of kidnapping and stolen body autonomy.

Find a way in, kill the enemy, retrieve the hostages, leave. A routine of sorts that gave his life some sense of purpose to avoid going insane for the past two decades. Simon liked to believe he got over what happened in his past... truly, he did; and yet Manuel Roba’s horrors seem to haunt him no matter where how many years pass.

“C’mere.” Simon’s voice held no hostility, he made sure of it, yet your stiff position never changed. Legs angled to the right, hands folded on your lap, and eyes looking forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze even if it’s been hours since your rescue. Garrick, Price and Johnny have already tried to get you to talk multiple times, all of them with different approaches. 

Garrick was friendly, trying his best to seem approachable, a bright smile on his lips that you didn’t seem to notice, too busy staring at a wall no matter how much he tried to hold a conversation.

Price seemed fatherly, never once laying a hand on you even if it was itching to comfort you, and so he settled with telling you you’re safe now, how no one will ever get you again now that they're here. His words didn’t seem to do much, either. 

Johnny was… something else. His first attempt was a shitty pick up line, getting a reaction out of you for the first time— a nose scrunched up in disgust, but a reaction nonetheless.  

And Simon… Simon’s approach was different. The man was used to barking out orders and obeying them himself, not to deal with an unresponsive hostage. His behemoth frame was nestled next to you, putting a tray on the table and observing your reactions. From the way you swallowed thickly the moment the meal was presented to you, to the sound of your stomach growling. 

“Go on, then.” Your gaze follows his movements for the first time, the feeling of your stomach rumbling makes you more aware of your hunger, so many years being fed nothing but what was necessary to keep you alive by Manuel and his associates, so many years of being trained like a dog to obey to their very order. 

Simon can see the hesitation in your body language, too tense to allow yourself to dig in the way you wanted, yet no longer as stiff as before. There was a sense of relief at the fact that they didn’t seem to want to hurt you —unlike Roba—, yet years of non-stop brutal training can’t be erased within hours.

Roba’s training was engraved into your brain, and while the sense of security the SAS blokes gave you is something you’re thankful for, nothing guarantees they’re not working for him. You’ve seen other military men come and go throughout the years, always Roba’s friends, and always sharing the same disgusting, sadistic desires.

“Eat up.” The rest of the men watch the way you move, curiosity and amusement mixing at how strange your movements seem, almost robotic. Your forearms rest on the table, elbows away from the cheap wood as you attempt to hold your own cutlery— attempt, because it looks fully foreign to you, trying out different angles to make it work, and yet it's the first time in years you've been allowed to try and feed yourself.

Simon is the first one to catch on, having lived under Roba’s rules for long enough to know he enjoys taking people’s autonomy, to reduce them to nothing but a pathetic mess that depends on him. His gloved fingers are gentle as he takes the spoon from your hand, scooping up some food before holding it up to your lips. His full attention is on you, relief starting to make its way into his body as sees your rather soft lips wrap around the spoon, eating whatever he was feeding you. Lucky for you, this time it wasn’t an MRE… or beans on toast.

His gloved thumb wipes the corners of your lips every time you’re done chewing, and he’s quick to pick up more food from the plate, nothing but patience and kindness shown in his actions, so unlike the brooding soldier he's known to be.

“... two goldfish are in a tank…?” Johnny’s loud groan gets your attention for a second, yet you quickly glance back at Simon, curious eyes looking up at him, almost as if asking him to go on. 

“One turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” You can see the corners of his eyes crinkle before he even finishes his joke, clearly trying his best not to laugh at just how awful it was. A small smile hides in the corners of your lips, and Simon takes that as a victory, ignoring the questioning looks he’s getting from his team, for now.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A new challenger approaches (slowly)

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[0ctosquid-cd]

I am both King and Queen best of both things!

But Dad works fine.

[syoddeye]

ghost asks if you’d like to try his drink, only to dip his finger in it when you say ‘yes’. your jaw hinges open in mild shock, and he nonchalantly presses the digit into your mouth and tells you to suck.

soap excitedly offers you a taste of his. pushes it on you. you finally give in, but you have to let him transfer a sip from his mouth to yours directly. pouts if you won’t do it. disgusting man.

price is more normal about it. it’s normal that he cups the back of your head with one big hand and tilts the glass to your mouth for you. you could do it yourself, you’re not helpless, but he insists. you nearly choke when he purrs a little praise when you swallow.

gaz wants to try your drink. he takes a polite swig, licks his lip, then plucks the cherry from your bourbon sour and pops it into his mouth. gives you a shit eating from when he pops it back out tied in a knot. just a bit of advertising.

[axoqiii]

lizzie paint practice :p

[keysmashing-bees]

A bit late.. but as promised, a redraw of this post for the Cinderella's Castle kickstarter reaching its goal! Yay

[kitnita]

mack & delly hanging out   — VAN vs SJS   —   11.02.24

[thnks--fr-th-vnm]

this was a deliberate fucking thirst trap and you cannot convince me otherwise

[keferon]

Isn’t Vortex a fucking torture freak tho? 👀👀👀

Yep. He is. He is a lot of things actually. The more you learn about him the more fucked up it gets

[aurianashifts]

Be happy about (a list)...

Reality shifting edition.

● ....to be able to control your thoughts and your reality and use it for your own advantages, both in this and all your future realities.

●...being able to use magic, interact with magical/mythical worlds and their inhabitans/creatures.

● ....being able to finally afford your favorite activities, eat your favorite food - or travel in a better world.

●...becoming wiser and more skilled with every single shift you make.

● ...being able to add/change/ explore yourself to the fullest in multiple realities.

● ...enjoying your life to the fullest while peoole you may dislike or envy will stay in their misery.

● ...being able to be with your significant other and experience what true love can be without any restrictions.

● ...not needing to be a part of this reality any time longer and free yourself from your circumstances.

● ....being able to fix any possible mistake you could have made in this reality by just living a different ending.

● ....being able to enter a reality in which everything is exactly how you've ever wanted it to be.

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Now go shift and be free!

⚘ auriana.

[pigeonconcert]

can’t believe Sally starlet invented ADHD I mean damn 

( HD footage of sally detonating like a bomb under the cut )