#but i do love it

[wishfulsketching]

Rest of the pics are on bluesky but I'll share this here!

[valtsv]

this website's compliment game is perplexing

[lovebvffys]

Buffy Meme: [8/8 Episodes] 3x11 Gingerbread

"I worship Beelzebub! I do his bidding. Do you see any goats around? No! Because I sacrificed them!"

[mollywog]

"It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures.”

[whathehonestfuk]

Steve special orders a corroded coffin themed cheer leading outfit (skirt)

[petriketty]

I'm sure people have brought this up but as always the naming conventions of Spy x Family are killing me like... yeah the Forgers are a family of inveterate liars and who has moved in next door and brought sincerity into Anya's education? The Authen(tic)s

[sceletaflores]

Okay I gotta know what sitting at the left hand of god is about because that name EATS

oh em gee hi abby love seeing you here 🤭

this is the title of my van helsing fic that i started november of last year...don't ask. the name is a twist on the saying 'sitting at the right hand of God' but i just switched to left! i really don't know why i switched it to the left, it just felt right.

this fic is centered around van helsing and witch!reader! it's technically an established relationship but there is a first meeting flashback scene. it has lots of religious imagery and symbolism because it makes sense but also because my religious trauma kinda popped off without my permission...whoops.

i actually have a sneak peek for this one! since it's been sitting in my drafts for months...but let's just ignore that.

𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝…

the last place you'd expected a man like gabriel van helsing to be is the bed of a witch...

Van Helsing didn’t utter a single word as he met the eyes of each person in the crowd, his gaze heavy with an aura of dominance that swirled through the chilled air. It was enough to make a few of them falter, the torches in their hands trembling as the confidence drained from their faces. Then, his voice cut through the silence, low and steady, yet dripping with power. “I know what darkness looks like,” he said, his tone echoing like a distant thunder. “And it isn’t this woman. But if you insist on seeing evil tonight…” He let the threat linger, a shadowed promise that sent chills down even the bravest spines. “So be it.” With that, he raised the crossbow he wielded like a second arm, not a trace of hesitancy in him as he fired a bolt into the dark night sky. A clear warning. Screams rang out from men and women alike, many dropping their torches and bolting for the trees. The priest lingered, a lone figure gripping his torch, trembling in the presence of Van Helsing’s unyielding gaze. “Go,” he commanded, his voice cold and merciless. “And pray for forgiveness that God may save your soul.” With a final shuddering breath, the priest dropped the torch, the flame extinguished upon hitting the damp ground. The darkness surged around, swallowing the last glimmers of the wrathful fire.  As the last echo of fleeing footsteps faded into the dense forest, silence settled over the clearing like a veil. You dared to lift your gaze, finding Van Helsing’s eyes on you—intense, steady, and softened. With a graceful sweep, he moved towards you, breaking the fragile bonds of their hate like mere strands of silk. "You are safe now," he said, extending a hand toward you. His touch felt like a warm embrace, a promise that the shadows would never claim you again. You gazed up at him wondrously, wide eyes shining with awe. “Are you not to slay all monsters before you?” A fool’s question, one that should have cost you your life. Your frantic eyes searched his face, but you found no heavy look of wrath clouding his features, no disgust in the brilliant green of his eyes. His gloved hand, warm and strong, rose to your face, thumb brushing against a small cut decorating your cheek. “You’re no monster.” His voice was low, rich like dark velvet. He tilted his head slightly, regarding you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. It was only then that you finally understood. Gabriel Van Helsing was no mere tale, nor a legend stretched by eager mouths. He is of flesh and blood, a man carrying a tempest of conviction that no cleric's sermon could ever conjure. A man burdened by both faith and sin alike, someone who walks the line between salvation and damnation with every step. He was beautiful.

kisses!

[technologyvoid]

I need everyone to watch this

[the-cpu-system]

bring back dumbass aus for stuff .. pls ..

borderlands but they're all neighbors and that's it . that's the thing. They all live in like the same city but there's different like streets and communities/districts and so there's like Hyperion Park that's this closed gate neighborhood and there's like Atlas Crest and then like. pandora is like the slums or something

borderlands city AU when guys when

[mycological-mariner]

Thinking about desire paths again.

There’s one near where I live but you can only cross it at low tide and is completely underwater at high tide. But it’s clearly a path. Not only because the green algae just doesn’t grow there from use but also because it crosses a rivulet and someone very consciously lay down stones in the water for people to walk across. Just thinking about how there’s this clear path that people walk across everyday and you’d never know it was there for half the day.

[goldenstorm0]

exchanging secret Santa's tonight, my little brother got me and decided to sorta register something? Like he had ordered a new wallet a while ago and they sent him two on accident, so he gave me that, plus stuff for cat, and I love all of it. cat thing is assembled, near the end of exchanging and I finally opened the package the wallet came in

guys the box was empty

he grabbed the wrong box and I am here, dying of laughter

best thing to happen for Christmas, 10/10

[marie-golds-bleeding-ink]

currently reminding myself that writing isn’t just the chapters themselves but everything leading to it including the planning and brainstorming.

I have done work, I have made progress and I can make more because of that fact.

[altocat]

Sonic = Angeal

Shadow = Genesis

Silver = Sephiroth

(sorry not sorry lmao)

Perfect. Flawless.

Well actually no. Zack IS Sonic. He radiates Sonic energy. Cloud is Tails. Angeal is Knuckles.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

You know, if I did a Fury Road AU, you'd think Kara would be Furiosa, because she's got the brute strength behind her, and Lena would be one of the wives, with her princess in a tower motif going on.

But really, if you look harder, it'd be the opposite.

Kara would be one of Immortan Lex's wives, surrounded by her circle of sisters and fellow wives. Lena would be the outlier, the trusted lieutenant who isn't suitable for the harem but kept close for her loyalty and intellect.

That is, until Lena and Kara connect and start conspiring to escape. Lena's birth mother would have been one of the Vuvalini, to whom Lena runs in search of green and belonging. Kara would simply stick with her wherever she went, desperate to be free and be close to Lena.

But when Immortan Lex comes riding for them, they soon learn it's time to make their stand.

[mistystarshine]

Hmm... I'm kinda hesitant because the last fic didn't do so well, but I'm considering starting on the next Devour You Whole. There are exactly twenty fics to go in the series.