#atill

[nimblix]

HEY!! HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT TACO X TEST TUBE??

Let me apologize for the blunt start. But hear us out!! It’s a really interesting rare pair I’ve come to find. And know it’s hard to find content for rare pairs a lot of the time, especially extremely niche ones such as this. So why not give it a try and join the stolen patent discord server!! With all the tesco/tacotube/stolen patent content you could ever need!! Because we are dying out here..

[barbatoskisser]

Okay but

I really love your art c:

And I feel like if you drew me it would either be my pfp or my actual self and I don't mind either

But you are now an ant *holds you gently*

You didnt have to be this aweet but you are so now ur gwtting brief doodle screw you (/lh /iloveyoy)

Its barely a sketch but

I hope you like it

[givemegifs]

[anadorablekiwi]

Got the ✨depressions✨ again :/

[vicstenius]

thanks for the socks, we’ll take the trophy ❤️

[startistdoodles]

Stop. Just stop.

You're pissing off the entire Kirby community.

Sending me a message saying that you're leaving Tumblr forever and then sending me this 10 hours later is not convincing. I'm not stupid.

Grow up. Get out.

Anyways, just a PSA to my followers that are also Kirby bloggers that this guy may try to get into your good graces by sending you DMs with a sob story saying they're leaving Tumblr or hope that everybody forgot what they did to my pal Ferah and try to get art from other people.

This is not a good person. Block them on sight.

[marimeeko]

"Kacchan, youre crying! That's not like you! You must be exhausted right now, that's all!"

No izuku

IZUKU HONEY.

This is VERY. LIKE KACCHAN.

[lady-arryn]

THE BORGIAS costume appreciation: 59/∞ (costume design by Gabriella Pescucci)

[melonminnie]

I was looking for fanfics of Atil x reader 😭 I just read yours it was really good

Can I please request another 😭 like reader is Atil’s childhood friend and they meet after a long time in a ball. But she dances with Fjord in the ball instead of him so he gets pissed and corners her in the garden (you know those manhwa scenes)

BTW if you can, please write Your name instead of Y/N 😭

Can you make them at least 15-17 (not too young or old)

IN the gardens ☆: .˚ Atil x fem! reader

AUTHOR NOTE: Also, I tried complying with the request 100 precent so bear with me I haven't written in so so so long so mind the grammar because English is not my first language, I came back from the writing grave bc i lob writing abt atil

"THIS is your new playmate, Atil!" cheered his nanny, pushing the small girl a step towards the prince. It was very clear to the then eight-year-old prince that you two wouldn't get along.

If you left, Atil thought he wouldn't miss you. For the brunette, you were the most boring person to ever exist. Hell, the boy marked his calendar to the day you would leave, with a big red circle around the day and the words 'She'll finally leave'.

While Atil had completely forgotten that the calendar exists, the cruel words of the eight-year-old were right there for her to see. You weren't meant to see it; he should've hidden it, should've tucked it under his pillow.

Eight-year-old, your name saw them, and of course, you were hurt. Of course, you cried and got mad at him. But luckily, you two made up; he removed the markings on the calendar.

Eventually, you left. He begged you not to, but you did, and for 9 years, you remained in the back of the prince's mind.

9 years later,

Atil thought you looked familiar, familiar in a way he's known you before, seen you in drawings, had you memorized in his brain, and it clicked. Fuck, was he happy when he remembered.

All the memories, all the words, the questions he wanted to ask you. But for some reason, he couldn't.

It wasn't until the next day that Atill found out why he couldn't talk to you. You were simply too beautiful for him to talk to anymore. Too stunning, an angel maybe.

The ball that Atill had held, one of the first balls for him to even hold as the current emperor of the empire, was a week-long, so he wasn't worried about time.

But what worried him was if he would ever get the courage to talk to you ever. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, you'd remember him.

So, the next day came, morning came and went, the sky growing dark, unseeable stars twinkling. The castle was abuzz, and so was the capital, nobles arriving at the palace in their pearly carriages, and those who worked there passing along the long halls, food and wine in trays.

Atil stood there, for once, maybe in his life, he felt absolutely dumbfounded. He really didn't know what to do.

"Hi, Atill, remember me?" With the voice came a tap on his shoulder. While the voice grew softer, Atill knew who it was, his childhood friend, one of his only friends.

"Your name."

"Your name?" he asks, turning to face you. You nod to his question. And he smiles, "how long has it been? Nine years?" he asks.

"I think so, time moves fast. You're now the emperor, hm?" she responds, grabbing dessert from one of the servants that passed by them.

"Soon to be. Will you be there for the ceremony?" he asks once more. This time, you don't answer as everyone moves toward the ballroom. Atill follows suit.

For the first ten minutes, there was no dancing, no nothing, till one person asks the other and soon everyone follows, asking the person they've been eyeing or with the higher status.

Atill rejecting every one of them for one reason. He wanted to dance with you and only you. For the first time since he saw you at the ball since day one, Atill wanted to ask you, and he wanted to be the only man to ever dance with you that night.

Unfortunately, to his dismay, a particular white-haired boy, one that he despised with his entire being, Fjord Bharrat, had asked you to dance. Why? he didn't know. He didn't even know that Fjord even knew you, considering he had never met you.

But you were stunning, and almost every person there had been looking at you. Or maybe it was because Fjord saw Atill eyeing you and wanted to annoy him.

Annoyed and not particularly wanting to dance with anyone but you, Atill heads to the garden. He had half a mind to head to the maze garden, but he knew neither his friend Pie nor his butler would appreciate his disappearance.

So, he stood there, like a pretty decoration, if you will, bored out of his mind, his eyes following your movements. Atill was mad, yes, not at you, at the future duke who was dancing with you.

After a few more songs, Atill took his eyes off of you for one second to get a drink, and when he returned, you were no longer there. He searched everywhere, but you disappeared. And he knew one place he could look for you.

Making his way outside, the grass was damp from rain or from drunk guests spilling their drinks; he didn't know.

He saw you almost instantly. He's always seen you, really. Atill liked to believe that the first time he noticed you was the beginning of him always noticing you.

To him, you stuck out like a sore thumb. You were always there in the background, but really the main part of the event for him always would have been you. How could it be anyone else?

"Your name? What are you doing here?" the brunette called out, inching closer towards you every second till he stood next to you.

"Oh, you know, I'm just sitting here enjoying the atmosphere," She responded. She wasn't really lying. It was stuffy inside, the air choking her, taking its sweet time till she couldn't bear it anymore. Or maybe it was the white-haired male dancing with her. He really looked like he didn't want to be dancing with her.

Which made her wonder why he even bothered asking her to dance in the beginning.

"Why did you dance with him?" Atill asked, kneeling till he reached your height as you were sitting on the bench, his full attention on you.

"'Cause he asked me to? Don't tell me you're angry I danced with him," Your name scoffed. If he wanted, she thought he could have asked her to dance himself instead of getting upset about her dancing with others.

"Maybe," he whispered, causing the girl to somehow frown even more than she was frowning internally. "Well, your majesty, you have no right to be angry because someone danced with me had you wanted you could have asked me to dance not just sit there like a decoration."

"You're right, but I couldn't ask you when the Bharat brat had gotten to you first," he replied, now frowning as much as you were.

"So, cornering me in the garden was your only approach?" she spoke after an eternity.

Atill shifted, his forehead pressing against yours. "You're going to ruin my hair, Atill. Go away before I kick you."

"I'm sorry, your name. I really desperately wanted to dance with you. I wasn't fast enough, but I very badly wanted to," he whispered, meeting your eyes.

"Will you dance with me tomorrow then, your Majesty?" Your name asked.

"Of course, I will," Atill answered.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Most of Durge's epilogue is like a continuation of "yay you're cured, you're a new person" with the occasional sighting of the fact that Durge has been conditioned to be a freak with a twisted sense of humour who loves violence (sexually).

And your sole acknowledgement that actually you might actually be fucked up from the psychological conditioning of Bhaal living in your head from birth, emotionally manipulating you + the cult shit + perhaps the fact that you may still be ambitious and miss divinity and/or feel alienated, considering you're carved from a god's dead flesh and fundamentally do not belong in this world (and numerous other potential things that may be brought in or left out), is a letter that basically goes:

"One day there is a chance that this will overwhelm you, and then you'll turn back to Bhaal out of desperation, and he'll apparently edit your memories so you misremember your own backstory, and then brainwash you to be obsessed with breeding so that he can exploit you and your offspring (who will be forced to fight to the death for his amusement). [And as you know, former Bhaalist, Father can inflict sexual arousal/attraction on people on top of bloodlust. And force you to love him and hate your former loved ones. Gotta love the attraction/disdain spell.]

Sleep tight."

[simmersofia]

Autumn Windenburg, 4:49 PM

Mo: Hey, loser! Go with me to the stupid school’s back party.

W: Eww, you wanna go to that lame ass shit? No thank you.

Mo: Of course it’s gonna be lame but I heard there’s going to be copious amounts of alcohol so you’re coming with me. Come on, we can just sit in some corner and get shit faced. Cassie, help me out here! How can he turn down an offer to get pissed with me??

Ca: Come on Wolfgang, a little bit of socializing won’t kill you.

W: Do you have scientific backing on that? Cause I’m pretty sure it will, actually.

Mo: Pretty please??

W: Gah, okay, whatever. You’re such a fucking nag.

Mo: Love ya!

[embarasseddragon234]

I don't have a funny title, just Red Son and Shadowpeach

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[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

I want to know who sat in that damned writer’s room and said, “I know what will really make the fans go wild for the game. What if we killed off Soap? You know, one of the main characters but also a really popular one too because it be so shocking that we did it that they’ll have to get the next game to see what happens next!”

Because I would like to look that writer in the eyes and tell them that they should give up on their dreams and that they’re shit at writing

[marsbotz]

theyre literally dating. argue with the wall

[acapelladitty]

NICE TO MEEEEEEEEE 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Comments like this make my wee heart go thump thump because when I start writing for a new media I always have the mortal fear that I'm going to fuck up the characters and everyone is going to laugh at me like Carrie White. The Fallout folks have been so kind and generous with their words that it inspires to me write and write until my wee hand is little more than a smoking stump.

[rhapsoddity]

It's been a while,, but have some Mind Games AU redesigns to distract me from my Empires aus lmao

2021 designs under the cut

Never designed a Cub back then RIP