#eheheh i think i like this one

[what-have-you-contained]

⊹₊⟡⋆ venue shopping ⋆⟡₊⊹

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✦ pairing: Killer & Red, implied Murder Time Trio + Husband Trio

✦ summary: Red drags Killer on an inspection for a potential wedding venue.

✦ word count: 817

✦ a/n: Hi there! I'm just gonna drop the second part to this series of MTT joint wedding preparation (*^_^*) Enjoy!

Killer adjusts his sunglasses as he leans against the glossy black car, watching Red pace back and forth as he surveys the area. The venue they’re looking at right now is an old winery with a lush garden. Very old-school and dreamy, and definitely not his taste at all. But hey, it’s a wedding, so maybe a little bit fancy should be the way to go.

Still, he can be critical for all he wants – it’s also his wedding after all.

“This place’s too stuffy,” Killer calls out, smirking when he sees Red turns to look at him with an annoyed expression on his face.

“It’s a classic,” Red snaps. “And don’t lean the car. You’ll scuff the paint.”

Killer moves a hand to his mouth, faking an exaggerated gasp. “Oh no, not the car! The most important thing in the wedding!”

Red glares at him with enough heat to melt steel. “Oh, shut up. At least Murder has taste, unlike you, obviously. He’d appreciate something with class.”

“Obviously.” Killer rolls his eyes. “Because nothing screams ‘class’ like a haunted warehouse, of course.”

“At least this place has a roof. Your suggestion is a literal junkyard.”

Killer smirks. “Junkyards are fun. Murder likes fun.”

“Oh stars, please give me strength…” Red mutters under his breath, then turns on his heels and walks towards the door into the building. “Let’s just get this over with.”

The interior inside is just as grand and majestic as the exterior outside, with crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and a huge dancefloor for at least a hundred people. Killer whistles, hands in his pockets as he looks around. “Fancy. I didn’t know you’re into this kind of décor, Red.”

“Someone has to be serious for the big day, since you’re definitely not doing it.”

“Wow, harsh words,” Killer says, feigning a wounded expression. “Dustbunny would cry if he found out his future hubby is such a meanie.”

Red’s eye sockets twitch, but he sadly doesn’t rise up to the bait. Instead, he steps ahead, turning his attention to the clipboard in his hand. “We’ll need to check the acoustics for the ceremony, confirm there’s a place for catering, and ensure there’s enough parking space for guests.”

Killer gives a fake yawn. “Boring. How about we skip straight to the fun part? This is a winery – where’s the open bar at?” He grins when Red gives him a half-hearted glare. “Come on, I know you’re dying for it. You and Murder both. How many times did you have to drag him to bed after a drunken night, huh?”

Red pauses, turning to Killer with an indescribable look. “Actually, he’s been trying to go sober.”

Killer blinks, genuinely taken off guard. “Really? This is Murder we’re talking about?”

“Yeah, well…” Red shrugs his shoulders. “It’s not easy, but he’s trying. We’re both trying. He’s been through enough. No need for booze to make things worse.”

“Huh…” Killer’s grin falls just a bit, losing its usual sharpness. They lapse into an awkward silence as Red continues to inspect the place while Killer just hangs behind and looks around with indifference.

Finally, when the sun starts to set, they go back to the car. Red sits in the driver’s seat while Killer settles in the passenger’s seat.

“So,” Killer hums. “What’s the verdict? Is it too bougie for all of us? Please tell me it’s too bougie.”

Red sighs, adjusting his seatbelt. “It’s not too bad. Might be a bit… well, bougie, as you said. A bit too spacious too. Not sure how many guests we’re gonna settle on.”

Killer chuckles, leaning back on his seat. “Heh, I was right.” He crosses in arms, then after a moment, continues in a softer tone. “You know, it’s still weird seeing you two together. But… in a good way. Murder deserves someone like you. Reliable, steady – well, for him anyway.”

Red blinks, surprised at the words. “… Thanks? I’m not sure if that was a backhanded compliment or not, but I’ll let it slide.”

“Just take the compliment, edgelord.”

“Okay, sure, whatever,” Red rolls his eyes, though there’s some hints of gentleness when he looks over Killer. “You’re… not as terrible as I remember. Color’s been good for you too. Smoothed out those rough edges.”

“Geez, don’t let that get around. I’ve got a reputation to keep.”

“Now who’s the edgelord here?” Red chuckles, and Killer joins him. “Seriously, you’re less of an asshole nowadays.”

“Well,” Killer stretches, letting out a satisfied sound. “Murder deserves the best. And if that means playing nice with you, I’ll do it.”

“Nice is a stretch…” Red raises an eye ridge. “But I’ll take it.”

“That’s as nice as I can possibly be for you, Red,” Killer smirks. “Gotta keep most for my darling after all.” He winks, and Red groans at him. The car starts, and they ride off into the sunset.

dividers by @\drinkthesky here

[miraclemaya]

i do think a lot of like. faux progressive reactionary poc (and also like white people with crazy white guilt) in the imperial core do like this sorta, noble savage adjacent thing where they act like whatever "degenerate" thing they dislike is something only white people like. "anime icon, of course you are white" "only white people are into cnc" or whatever right, like it's just a plain reactionary, two seconds from talking about how blank and blank is degenerate and ruining society, but fused with a like. veneer of it being an attempt at like progressive politics

[tekitothemagpie]

I think, when they met each other, both Luffy and Zoro had that deciding moment about the other, whether or not they wanted to be crewmates and sail together.

This is that moment for Luffy :

And this is that moment for Zoro :

[sugoi-writes]

Alastor with a reader who tries on his suit jacket and mimics him in a mirror ( I feel like this nut has a closet filled with the same clothes) and gets caught by him? I’d have to shoot myself if this happened to me but I want to feel the embarrassment radiating off the reader. (He finds it cute tho—phew!)

🍻D runk Danny Asks 🍻

Ahah, same warnings as before!

❤️❤️❤️

You poised in the mirror with your hands on your hips: Superwoman style. You heard that this was a pose that could actually boost confidence if you repeated this action daily... some sort of positive-reinforcement via brain chemistry. But, your train of thought was cut off as you did a giddy little twirl.

You fanned out the longer coat tails of Alastor's coat, marveling the split that made room for his fluffy tail. You squirmed at the thought of seeing it wag, but you controlled yourself. You grabbed a hair brush off of Alastor's nightstand, posing like you had a microphone to your lips.

"Salutations~ Good to be back on the air!" You attempted in your best transatlantic accent. You snorted, fanning your face as you shrunk in on yourself," Hells, that was bad!"

You pretended to lean on your imaginary cane, a hand to your chest as you belted out," Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart, QUITE the pleasure! Have you heard of my podcast~?"

"As a matter of fact, I have~" You froze as a slow clap came from the doorway, a shit eating grin on the Radio Demon's face," Dare I say, I'm a huge fan of yours~" He perfectly mimicked your voice, a slight static over the intonation of your cadence. You squeaked as Alastor strode towards you, eyes filled with a prideful glee.

"Dear, if you really wanted to impersonate me... you should really do something about this posture!" Back to his normal tone, you nearly shrieked as Alastor's hands grabbed your hips. He angled them back slightly as he kissed the crown of your head. His hands slid up your body, making you gasp and writhe between them and their wake. He took hold of your wrists, hands loose but firm in their grip. The both of you looked into the mirror, your face warm at the sight of Alastor towering over you.

"Much better, dear... much better~" he practically purred in your ear, your breath becoming a distant thought. You had effectively forgot how to breathe. And Alastor would have been content with the teasing... if your hips didn't meet his own.

"I wonder... how do you sound when you moan my name...?"

You gasp as Alastor ground against your ass, a shocked mewl escaping you.

"Let's find out~"

[theletterwsartflap]

Happy Halloween!

[hplonesomeart]

I did it chat I made another artist I appreciate feel happy by the power of me spamming complements & regurgitating words from my brain yipeee. My goal in life has been fulfilled :)

[kyurochurro]

lackadaisy has inspired me... what if... they were kitties....

[oneroomjestershow]

inspired by these memes about next year (im still on 2024 help) i want to show this AU i have been thinking since month ago in the sidelines

[luck-of-the-drawings]

(OLD OC SKETCHES) Meet Sunnabelle Von Sunnoviche, final daughter of the Sunnoviche family. Peeking from behind a window, she witnessed a wizards final spell, one that reduced the world to a wasteland. Her noble blood damned her to [HELL], but unwanting to suffer with her family, she made a deal with the devil. She now hunts in his name. The top of her head was taken by the blast on that day. The fires of her spirit have boiled her blood into a super-heated plasma.

[zapsoda]

jolly green giant nudibranchs :-)

[sunset-bridge]

sunset heart (read left to right.)

[ovens-favorite-right-mitten]

[mercenarymage]

“ Good day, Hugh! It's been some time, hasn't it? ”  Pelleas comes up to the mercenary himself, having been looking for the man.  “ Since it's the Winter Festival, I thought it might be nice to give you a gift for it, if you'll have it? ”

With that, he hands over a very tall box. Inside the box is a staff and a light faux-blade shaped like a crescent.

“ You seemed quite taken with my scythe when we first met. It would be difficult to forget it, ”  he starts.  “ But I also remember you seemed to be struggling a bit with its weight, so I tried to figure out a way to give you the image of it until you might one day wield one for real. The blade isn't real, so it's much lighter, and the staff is also shorter and lighter as well. You can combine the two to make a fake scythe, but you can separate them in case you just wish to use the staff on its own. Hopefully it can serve its purpose in more ways than just one by giving it to you like this...

“ I-In any case, I wish you a happy holiday, Hugh. May you enjoy the season. ”

Winter festivals were, given where he was from, commonplace. From the new year to the shortest nights, many kinds of celebrations were held surrounded by the mountain snow. Since departing from his homeland, those celebrations took a new color to them. Not every place brought yards of snow when winter came around - and, being on the move for so long, many of the festivities Hugh had experienced were short-lived, surrounded only by those who also were far away from home.

Which is to say, when Pelleas stops him, and presents a gift towards Hugh, he's speechless. It is not unheard of for Hugh to be given gifts. When he was young - real young - there were vague memories of a time where he was given thought-out gifts, the sorts he's sure he showed off to the town with a toothy smile.

Older still, his nana had bought him things, certainly. But many, so many, had intentions to focus his craft. So many were reminders of a talent he was unable to hone.

But this. This wasn't something that Pelleas merely picked to make amends with a deal they had made. Or purchased with an intent to bribe him. This was a genuine, well thought out, actual gift.

He feels something well at the corners of his eyes.

Ah. Hm. Well.

Hugh has no processing ability to figure out if he should be taking the box first?? Or shaking his hand?? Or giving him a gift?? Does he have a gift???

Being too much to process, Hugh instead gives Pelleas a not-so-gentle pat on the shoulder. "Hey, I gotta do something real quick, but then you're showing me how to attach them, ok? This is super cool!"

Before Pelleas is able to object, Hugh just. Darts off. Where? Great question, but definitely away from Pelleas for a hot minute. Don't worry, by the way, Hugh does and will return after he's finished with that quick task of his.

It's just, between his own embarrassment, and the fact that Pelleas might think it's his fact for the way Hugh's acting, Hugh's definitely not letting this guy see him shed even a single tear.

[keeps-ache]

yay yippee yay :3 🎉

[lem-argentum]

it took me until dt to change rudy's hairstyle, but i ACTUALLY think he would've cut it back in post-stb when he became a reaper. the trope of "character cuts hair to feel more in control of their life" is cliché but REAL. and also the visual of him cutting it with his scythe is fun

[sysig]

Undertale good game