#but... they r Not my cup

[hofudlaus]

Can you draw Marietta and her Chat Noir from "Ladybug:Mini Menace"?

I would but I'm really sorry to say I don't find them interesting enough to draw...

[shalomniscient]

jingliu angst where she only tolerates you cus u remind her of baiheng sjjahagsab im dead

[nsft utc]

tw. mentions of vomiting (?), unhealthy/toxic dynamic, identity loss

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

it began back on your home planet, ravaged and carved by interastral powers of all its resources, leaving behind a gnawing, gaping hole in the ground and the hearts and bellies of its people. you once mourned your more normal childhood—but the hunger in your stomach and in your soul consumed that too. your meals were few and far between, snatched from the hands of other starving husks, and it was the only joy you ever had as a child. the trickery and the thrill. it’s the only joy you get to keep into adulthood, a twisted elation that grants you a place in the cosmic court of jesters; the masked fools.

it’s—predictably—fun. trickery and thrill are the bread and butter of the fools. your mask affords you many, many opportunities for both, and though you have never had your belly achingly empty since, that hunger in your soul is not so easily sated. now, what you crave is the rush, the adrenaline, the oxytocin. and so you dance on marble floors with a different face each time, with partners who either wish you dead or in their beds, the space between you measured in an unfathomable amount of risk which you exchange for an unfathomable amount of thrill. you scamper along the length of this cosmic ballroom like a starving, feral fox in tall grass, the red of your fur as inviting as the white of your teeth are sharp. you hunt and you haunt, seeking something to fit between your aching teeth, something that will burst on the sharp point of your canines and smear your lips with pure elation and maybe satisfy that abyssal hunger in your psyche.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

and you have never seen more tantalizing a meal than a devil with a coffin and a woman who seeks to kill a god. she holds the tip of a ice-hewn blade beneath your chin the first time you meet, nicking the delicate skin of your neck, just above your pulse. you swallow. let out a laugh that sounds like a barking fox, and the woman’s sword falters. surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for you to convince her to let you tag along on her fool’s errand. it’s almost poetic. you learn of her name—jingliu. it’s pretty. rolls off your tongue. jingliu doesn’t bother to learn yours, but she calls you fox. you don’t mind the scrap of attention. after all, you’ve spent your whole life living off scraps.

travelling with jingliu (and by extension, luocha) does not lack for excitement. the road to deicide is paved with elation, even if your blue-haired companion refuses to see it. through battle and through the long travel between star systems in pursuit of the great fleet, you get somewhat closer to jingliu. it doesn’t take very long for you to slip into her bedroll (or cot, depending where you are). mara, you find, though cannot be cured can certainly be sated; much like the permanent hunger that curls in your belly. jingliu fucks you until neither of you are coherent enough to feel much of anything, madness or hunger. it’s an arrangement you find yourself enjoying. and as a by-product of such intimacy, you learn more about jingliu. her mannerisms, her illness—her past. she doesn’t tell you any of this, of course, but you can put two and two together from the things she lets slip deep in the throes of some nightmare after fucking you senseless. she gets many of those. the pattern is always the same. at first, she’ll sleep relatively soundly. but then, her brow creases, and her lip curls, and she angrily mutters a few names under her breath; a certain dan feng and yingxing. she curses them, then almost makes a noise like a sob, and something else leaves her lips— another name, but this time spoken with heartache and longing.

baiheng.

it doesn’t take much to infer that this baiheng was someone jingliu cared very much about. though when you ask luocha more about her, he reveals a little detail that makes her moderately more interesting—baiheng was a foxian. in some ways, that makes you similar to her, even though foxian you are not. the thought amused you once, as you looked back upon jingliu’s restless, sleeping form. perhaps jingliu saw her lost lover in you. how… quaint. the assumption never bother you, not really—until she starts to call for baiheng while she’s fucking you.

you’re no stranger to casual sex. even before jingliu, you never lacked for partners eager to share a bed with you. no, the fucking itself isn’t the problem—it’s how she’s fucking you. it isn’t with the detachment and pure lust like you’re used to. instead it’s almost like she cares, hands gentle on your hips as she drives her cock in and out of your greedy cunt. she fills you like she never wants for you to want for anything anymore, and even though you know it isn’t you this affection is for, that jingliu is barely even aware that you’re you and not baiheng, you can’t help but devour it feverishly every time.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and like this, with jingliu’s cock filling your pussy as she deliriously presses the shape of a dead woman’s name against your neck, you finally feel full.

and it makes you sick.

you crawl out of her embrace and spill your guts every time she falls asleep. your body utterly rejects the feeling—you’ve been so used to starving that the sensation of being full turns you ill. and yet, you can’t seem to push her away. you always come back, always relax under her touch, always pliant for her just to chase that brief, beautiful high you’ve never been able to find anywhere else only to bleed it once she’s done. your heart’s a pythagorean cup; a little too much and you’re spilling over. but you’re so greedy for it, still greedy for her. of all things it is affection that’s the most potent drug you’ve ever tasted, beyond the cheap thrill of oxytocin and adrenaline—even if none of it is meant for you, even if it’s just scraps. but that’s fine.

after all—you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and if that means wearing the face of a dead woman and letting the hunger finally devour you whole, then so be it.

[anotherferalrat]

Head empty.

No thoughts.

Only the silly goofy lil duck mug i got at five and below.

But make it aventio where aven gifts it half jokingly but ratio uses it all the time unironically

[iamsigningmylifeaway]

am I the only one who’s insane about how in 12 final days when roger is at his anxious peak about the beginning of the laver cup, apprehensively approaching and greeting the group of players in the event center, djokovic is the one to let him know impartially that he is wearing a tux shirt and not a suit shirt, wherein roger still has the time to go change which he does, and this is right after the movie frames the still remaining tense dynamic between the two and djokovic’s vaguely inexplicable and ambiguous reason for showing up today

​… …. like it’s the fact that is showing up for roger and being friendly and sympathetic and in moments like these, roger visibly awkward and not knowing where they stand, he is almost tender and all signs point to positive relationship, but he also somehow holds a relaxed almost pleased air throughout the flurry of everyone crying and mourning …

[prostocupoftea]

I have made a stickrr

Aww, look at him! Ah, it seems like he has something behind him- But, i mean, you wouldn't want to disturb him, right? (:

It came out good for the first time i think, hehe

And of course my object show style integral oc bc she is already everywhere and i show no signs of stopping

Also yes this is my work laptop. Yes it glows in the dark. I have no shame certified

[bongwalter10]

(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

[pup-pee]

queues this & runs

((i totally stole some of the piercings from madi hi madi ty))

:3

[whosectype]

Silly silly doodles

[suntails]

sheriff silver is protectin this here tumblr town

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[hatterladz]

Was thinking about this all day yesterday but hcs on some IM characters and what their modern music tastes would be and why I think that

Gonna start with Fanny who I think would like rap and hiphop, pop is fun and all and I do think she'd be into pop culture but considering the history of rap and how it usually gathers the attention from people with unfortunate backgrounds [abuse, oppression, ect.] combined with her personality I wanna say she'd like rap

Holly took me a solid minute before I decided she would like indie music, specifically experimental indie, but she's definitely one of those "knows a little bit of everything" music people but also can pull up the most obscure song playlist known to mankind

Cuphead is SO easy, rock, grunge, punk, the alt genre you know what I'm talking about. I feel like he'd have a lean towards indie creators as well. Partly because we all know him as the edgelord he is but also because of that one time Cup was grumbling at the Gala about rich people. I did debate on him also listening to rap but I decided he wouldn't, I feel like the [usual] lyrical choices of rap would bug him and the morals he maintains. I also believe that he'd hate pop due to how corrupt Hollywood is.

Boris was the other one I was struggling with but then my coworker who was playing music started playing country and it hit me like a rock. So I feel like country would be the one he'd lean into, but ultimately considering his age he'd just listen to what everyone else is playing on repeat while he explores what he likes

I went back and forth with Bendy because so badly I wanted it to not be that answer [because otherwise I was just imagining him breakdancing which is so cursed to me] but Bendy would like pop. It's catchy, easy to dance to and also more then likely played all over the place which considering Bendy and Boris grew up on the streets, would most likely be the first genres they're introduced to. However I imagine he usually isn't too picky about his music, as long as he can move to it. I feel like later on he ends up listening to more alternative and indie with Cup and Holly's influences but moreso as a "just to listen to" kinda thing. He also knows a LOT of different types of dance styles and can basically dance to any song. It's just pop is his go to.

[isalabells]

„Wenn man mal zurückschaut – Titel sind das eine, das ist die Belohnung, ist natürlich das, was man vorzeigen kann. Aber wenn ihr später mal aufhört und zurückblickt, sind's eigentlich die Menschen, die Momente, die bei euch hängen bleiben werden. Uns hat's 'ne Riesenfreude gemacht zu sehen, was aus dieser Mannschaft geworden ist. Wie sie zusammengewachsen ist, wie jeder an das Ziel geglaubt hat, wie ihr alles dafür getan habt. Und ich glaube, das ist ein wahnsinnig wichtiger Prozess für euch. Für jeden von euch, vor allem für die jungen Spieler. Ihr werdet das später sehen, dass diese Weltmeisterschaft euch wahnsinnig viel gebracht hat. Egal, ob das jetzt Weltmeister ist oder Dritter oder Vierter.“

Deutschland. Ein Sommermärchen (2006), dir. Sönke Wortmann

[anotherferalrat]

Head empty.

No thoughts.

Only the silly goofy lil duck mug i got at five and below.

But make it aventio where aven gifts it half jokingly but ratio uses it all the time unironically

[rosesradio]

there's a rumbling in the earth...a change in the air pressure...is there an hsmtmts renaissance going on that no one told me about??

[gen4grl]

from artistic mental breakdown to 5 wips simultaneously lmao

[coastxlwaters]

Katherine, Jackie, Fier and Reyn, scrolling on tinder for some shit since humanoid cryptids have learned how to use phones from newly turned vampires. And all of them, ALL OF THEM, are on tinder for to try to lure idiots in. Vampires and skinwalkers have so far been the most effective.

At the hunter cabin, where alot of cryptid hunters come to visit and the groups main base. Kinda like a summer camp, but all the activitues are focused around cryptids. (if u want more info u can just ask <3 )

Fier: Rey, i think i found smth u might like

Reyn: Istfg, Fier, my beloved brother, if this is ANOTHER STUPID HALF NAKED WEREWOLF WITH ABS, im flinging u into a lake and wtaerboarding you. FOR THE LAST TIME IM TAKEN!!!!

Katherine and Jacky: *WHEEZING*

Fier: BRO I SWEAR ITS NOT-

Reyn: *Looks at his phone* Welp. Bitches, bros, and nobinary hoes, get ur gear we found a target

Jackie: Well, im actually ASEXUAL-

Reyn: YKW I FUCKING MEAN BESTIE, HOW MANY TIMES SHALL I REPEAT?!

Katherine: bUt Do ThEy?

Reyn: ...if the skinwalker gets any of yall, i aint doing shit to help, unless its Fier, but then im helping the skinwalker

Fier: WHAT TF DID I DO?!!

Reyn: Exist

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