#everythere

[satans-codpiece]

Decepticon Day Parade in Megatron's Master Plan (Pt. 2)

[imnarcosh]

Stanley looks way too nothing to have a wife and family, hah.

Every picture of him, standing there menacingly, looking back at me blankly, no emotion, no anything. Every time I look at him, hand under my chin, eyebrows knit together, frown on my face, thinking "gosh dang how can you have personality and none of that at the same time". Paradoxical.

The greatest character of all time. The guy you think so much about while can't say anything about him. He is just there, continuing to stand there menacingly, pressuring you with his eyebrows, rocking with the "yes sir yes" pose and being the best protagonist of all times.

Thank you, Stanley for being... Just for being.

I love you, Stanley

End of message.

[uzumakichcined]

Ive made a nsfw side blog to post on as to not have too much nsfw stuff on main as i want to rp more than just nsfw here and dont wanna be seen as just a nsfw blog

Same rules apply there as they do here

@unchainedesires

[swimming-karyss]

this one's also for the sci-fi au but it's literally just asl having fun out of any context (until I add wind turbines in the bg lol)

[tirednerddude]

She's the main trouble even when she's never did it. Then, she did it. People talking about her 30 years later, people refuse tell anything but her name. It's not her name anymore, but still - she'll sign a thank you note with it. In a thank you note she'll tell them fuck themselves and laugh. She's the meanest person - they call her “little soul warmer.” The queen of the last "fuck you" gesture. “You can get away with anything if you wear great clothes, throw great parties, and give money to kids with cleft palates.” Her diary is in code, and it's jane eyre. One can never escape, same one can't ever comeback. She robbed a bank, and everyone knows - there's no evidence. She robbed a bank and will never put her money in one, whatever country, but we dating financiers only. Her love must be a terrible thing, her love is the only thing that saved you. There's no photos of her - her face's the grand thing on TV. A ghost you can't ever get rid of.

Living well is the best revenge, and so far I’ve managed this brilliantly.

[rzyraffek]

Hii! I’d love to see some slasher possessive tendencies (nothing dramatic, just small things that show how obsessed they are with their s/o). And I’d love to see Brahms included please and thank you! 👀💕

Ello! Most of slashers are incredibly possessive😭 good luck with that.

Gender neutral s/o!

Slashers being obsessive and possessive of their s/o

Brahms

Physical touch. His hands are always on them. ESPECIALLY around when yall are around other people. Others have to know that they are together!!!

Goes with s/o EVERYTHERE. They must go to shop with them! Wanna go outside and walk in peace and silence in garden? Uhh nah he wanna go with you! Even if s/o asks nicley to leave tjem be he might spy on them :[

Will share everything with s/o! His clothes? Our clothes you mean! Please wear his shirts! Its also vice versa, s/o's jewellery and clothes are also his. They gonna catch him using their favourite cologne or wearing their jewellery!

Wants to hold hands 24/7, doesnt care if s/o sweats! He loves them too much~

Sometimes s/o can wake up and this guy will be glued to them! Im taking wrapped arms and legs around them and s/o can feel his chest moving up cuz its so close😭

Asa Emory

Bro is not letting them leave his warehouse. Yeah sweetie he loves you but you are just too too perfect for him to let you go :[

Bonds by watching animal documentaries about bugs btw

Picks clothes for s/o. He takes your style and preferences in his mind but usually forgets and just buys what would look good on you (at least what he finds cute)

Not very clingy

Lets them paint his nails if they are nice enough

EXTREMELY jelous. S/o mentioned that some guy smiled to them when they were buying groceries? He will get offended😭

The hush

8 years later and I still have no clue what his name was??? Let's call him John because people seem to call him that

John will keep his hand AND eyes on them. Hands on their legs, shoulder, or just holding their hand (thats rare, normal affection with this Goober? Nahh)

Constantly staring at them, looming around and looking what they lover is up to (up to no good surely)

Makes them play video games with him or watch them play

Checks their phone when they are asleep cuz he gotta know everything

Micheal Myers

👁👁

No touching, no verbal nor physical affecion

Dude will hit them with 👍 on daily basis

He seems like he doesnt care, like he has them around for no reason. But of God, this guy knows everything about them. He watches them daily. You can't find Micheal? Oh dont worry sweetie he is keeping you safe, just dont look thrue window :3

Extreme jelousy, s/o can bearly talk to people😭

Okay okay I lied with no touching, its just rare! Sometimes he rests his head on top of theirs or puts his hands on their shoulders or hips

If s/o makes something from him (like drawing, peace of jewellery. Hell, even if they gift him random rock or something) that dude if gonna wear it till the end of the world, even if it breaks off? He has pockets or tape. Even if s/o skill improved and they made better? The more the marrier, he wants all!

Billy Lenz

Gets jelous when s/o gives too much affection and love to their pet

Lays on top of them

Bites, licks, woofs? As a sign of affection and love

He wants the bite marks or Hickeys to be visable so s/o friends know that they are taken!

Not as extreme as Micheal or Asa. S/o could have 2week trip to Egypt and as far as he gets to call them whenever he wants, he is fine

I still remember one time that someone requested Billy Lenz fic, asking for 'sloppy toppy' and it was 4 am and I didnt know what it was so I googled it and I kinda laughed very loudly and my mom woke up and took my pc away for month :( I wrote the fic btw

Anyways, barks at people when he gets jelous

Some of their behaviours might sound toxic or are literal red flag, but POOKIE THOSE ARE MURDERS😭🙏😱 idk if I still got the skill to write, it was a wild 8month break

[alpenlyriker]

Spring everythere in the alps

[fully-clothed-denial]

Women are superior to men. The pure sight of a woman makes me horny and I wish to stroke to this pic at the next occasion. This is my life as a beta boi. I love it. Everythere I see these beauties and I have lots of opportunities to stroke my small little dick, which will never again see a real pussy.

[sweetdreamfallx]

🖌️ Support Artists 🖌️

I don't know why people think that artists should stay at low prices. It's not only drawing that we make. It's progress. From idea, to sketch, to lineart, to color, to background and at the end effects. It's not that simple to make art. It takes time. We also listen what client wants. We wait for them to approve sketch, then approve lineart, and so on. Art is not "must have", it's a luxury.

Many artists are underpayed for their work, because of low sales. New artists usually undercharge their work, because they are new in this field. Artists don't go by the same prices. We are learning and making progress. Usually the most expensive art is digital art that looks beautiful, is a painting or a moving Vtuber model. Artists are needed everythere.

People are also loosing their jobs in Graphic Designer field, because companys rather use artificial intelligence, than human artist. This is just sad. Artificial intelligence is fed with our (artists) work, which we didn't agreed to. Without artists, there would be no artificial intelligence to photo-bash in minute.

Artists needs support right now. How to help them, at least a little bit? Commission them, reblog their arts, like it, follow their blog. Reblog is more than a like, because more people can see this artist's work. Also for artists, use programs that will make your arts unable to recreate for artificial intelligence. Also use watermarks.

Now selling sites are full of artificial intelligence photo-bashes. Many of those have blurred details, anatomy problems and not detailed backgrounds. Now nobody knows which commission is made by artificial intelligence or real artists.

Some people also scam artists. They get a full art, pay, and after few days, they do a chargeback. They also request art, but after giving sketch to them (usually free, because some artists ToS states, that full pay is after sketch), they block you or just not talk. They then feed it to artificial intelligence to finish art for free. Also always watermark ypur work/sketches. Because artificial intelligence fed with arts with watermarks, looks goofy. Also by using watermark, people knows who artist is.

[formerlyknownas-delight]

for the ask game: (chosen at random) 7, 8, 21, 37, 46, 46!

Any groceries you've been getting into lately?

I am still super into bread with cream cheese and godly amounts of honey - acacia honey to be precise. I swear i have consumed more honey in the last three months than in the last 10 years. Add pomegranate seeds on top if you're feeling extra decadent What cleaning product do you swear by? Vinegar. Smells disgusting but is great to decalcify basically anything. Also those sheets you put in the washing machine instead of liquid detergent? Fantastic invention, no more mess with sticky bottles or powder going everythere. Last concert you attended? Oh dear. Really not my cuppa tea if I'm honest - too chaotic and crowded and (cw unpopular opinion following) I usually prefer studio recordings to live music. Probably some small Irish Folk band. Or my mom, when she sang Joseph in Händel's Joseph and his Brethren (had to enter the catholic church for that D:)

Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school? Pretty much, yes! Tori Amos, German band Wir sind Helden which was popular back then, oldschool singer songwriter Reinhard Mey, Regina Spektor and Kimya Dawson. Still my faves🥰

What kind of stuff do you keep on the door of your refrigerator?

All bottles. Stuff in tube like mustard. Eggs. Packages of herb butter and similar little add-ons. Thank you for your wellwishes and the asks<3! Enrichment was had!

[goldyluna]

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☁️: What made you choose your username?

I think I wrote about it somewhere nefore, but it is a great idea (I think) to make a full post about it!

So let's start with Luna part. The name is really nostalgic for me. When I was a kid, my mom would always lovingly say I am like Luna from Harry Potter. So empathic, artistic and in her own world. Since then I saw her in different light and she became my favorite character. I started to sign my artworks as LUNA (and the name wasn't popular in my country then and isn't now, we don't have a name like this so it was even more special for me that way)

Then when I went to highshool, my then new best friend ordered me to make an OC so she could draw them and that's how Golden "Goldy" Rose came to life. At the beginning she looked so different than is she looking now, she was made so fast and without a thought and was drawn on paper. So then the best friend talked me into pursuing the arts of digital and then to make a DeviantArt account (she wanted soooo many things from me lol but without her I don't think I would be where I am now <33). Making a new account is, like most of you know, stressing and complicated. Especially if you are sooo new to almost every social media there is that you "need" a nickname. I wanted something unique, new! Luna wasn't it and I don't think I would be allowed to make it my DA nick as for sure there had to be someone that already was named that. So I went and took a name of my then new OC and added... Uh, Wolf lol. What was going through ny head? Probably something really special and I thought I was a genius. But that's how LUNA went away and I became GoldenRoseWolf

Like all kids, I made it my whole personality and started using it as my new alias. Still have art where my watermark was the old name. I remember my mom was surprised I stopped using Luna, maybe she was even sad, I don't know

But then I took part in a poem competition (and won first place!!!!) and we had to use a nickname. So I wondered and pondered and I decided on LUNA. It was a special thing, wanted to make something different and thought using my DA name or just Goldy would be meh. But then I remembered about LUNA and almost immediately pick it as my poetic alias

That made me think I don't really feel like the GoldenRoseWolf suits me very well. I never felt really connected to it, it was like something was missing... So GoldyLuna became a thing and it just clicked. I changed my Instagram name to goldy_luna and, again, made it my whole thing. I was goldyluna and goldyluna was me

I started to using it everythere. DeviantArts name stayed the same as I didn't want to buy a core so I can do it, welp wathever. Friends knew me so long under the name Goldy so it stayed as the short of my nickname, even if it is the name of my OC and my sona is Luna (that was made later than the goldyluna)(but I don't mind, I identified with Goldy so much at the beginning so the name became the part on me. Well duh, it is in my full nick). But I finally thought I found myself. So I didn't even think twice when I went on Tumblr and it asked me about my nick

[mayvora]

I will trans and gay all your characters just for fun. let the queerness be everythere. you cannot stop me.

[paulgadzikowski]

[Image description: Preview panel for the comic strip at the link below. Missing scene from Turn Left (2008). The Doctor, skinny incarnation, and Donna of Doctor Who stand gesticulating in front of the TARDIS. The legends at the top of the TARDIS and on the door phone compartment all read "BAD WOLF". The Doctor is saying, "What, don't you see it??" Donna is saying, "No! What would make only you see 'Bad Wolf' everythere? What does it mean?" Unfortunately there are not image descriptions at the main Hero Of Three Faces site. End description.] 

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Thanks for reading.

[dangerous-pup-cake]

my fav thing in the world is

everythere raph ever meets r!raph

raph: OMG WHAT THE FUC-

raph:hello :)

[v-spiegelman]

Wakfu OC biography

Ralph Aubrey, eniripsa

His life path began quite usually... for the eniripsa from a venerable family of doctors. The best Medical Academy of the whole World of Twelve, where he did gnaw the granite of science. Ralph did established autority very fast, he was efficient, neat, incredibly polite, but, more importanly, he was talented. When did the time of choosing the specialization came, everybody expected that Ralph, the excellent student, will someday become a personal healer of the Queen. But he decided to work with the cursed people and (gasp!) the possedees. Precisely because nobody wanted to approach them, not to mention healing them. Because to those beasts were sent the most hopelesses students, the ones, who hasn't enough credits for the sane specializations. Aubrey's aim was simple but noble – to give those desperates the hope. He worked tirelessly, accepted those unfortunate ones at whom the other doctors only squinted with disgust. Gaining experience, he began to put on their feet the ones from whose cases the other doctors only threw up their hands. And whether Eniripsa blessed him, or he did sold his soul to Rushu, but he became famous someday. The daughter of iop lord was cursed be the man to whom she refused a marriage proposal. Ralph watched the disgrace of whose who laughed at his desire to work with nonhumans and fuglies. And then the entrance of hero – after the week of healing here is the same ginger beauty, that you used to know. Aubrey was generously rewarded. In front of his cabinet the queues sudennly arosed, the exastic rumors became louder and louder. The hospital, which was in disrepair, had been multiplied by funding, having learned what miracles, hitherto unknown, are happening there. Order of shushu guardians, having realised that there's a doctor, who can operate the guard, mutilated by unsuccessful fusion, has instantly become the sponsor. A dilapidated building has undergone a major overhaul. But not everything went as smoothly as our hero would like. With the growth of fame, diagnoses have become more complicated. People were brought to the hospital with such terrible diseases that even Ralph was powerless. Many curses progressed rapidly: in the morning it could be a person with encouraging forecasts, and in the evening - a monstrous substance spread over the bed. There were those patients who went insane. Ralph didn't give up. The order has commited a squad of demon-fighters, capable to cope with the fang-clanging beast. Ralph decided to inject those patients with the tranquilizers in such a big dose that would definitely knock out such a monster. Ralph asked for the license from the government. Expenses again, immoderate expenses. Then one of those held in the special section somehow overcomes the opiate sleep, did break the chains, the door. The hospital barely escaped carnage. Aubrey did decide to take a difficult step - to kill those who lose their human personality. Kill instantly. Even if they seem harmless. To inconsolable relatives we would tell that the patient died at night, would give out the body in a closed coffin, and bury it only in the cemetery next to the hospital. Ralph lost his sleep, he began to see monsters and formless substances. For twenty cured, there was one such... a monster. But they are the most memorable. Tons of bouquets, camas, mentions in the newspapers, heartfelt thanksgiving from the rescued. Eniripsa Queen gave Ralph the order on honor. But nothing pleases him anymore, because these empty eyes, drool from the mouth, these paws that reach for him, these shapeless bodies... they haunt him. But nothing pleases him anymore, because these empty eyes, drool from the mouth, these paws trying to reach for him, these shapeless bodies... they're everythere. Day and night. Ralph locks the door to his office with the complex key. At home he places a stasis gun near his bed. As soon as he treated the young man, it would seem that he's on the mend - but no. Ralph's white coat is again stained with bloody mucus. Again these sticky rocesses with an unintelligible groan reach for his throat... stupid unreasonable eyes... Shoot! How much blood where is on his hands? Ralph doesn't know. Probably as many as saved lives.

Time goes by, Ralph becomes just a cynic, mechanically doing his job. What does he care about these beasts, let them shout, he is doing his job despite. But even to ordinary people, he becomes cold and indifferent. The rules in the hospital are getting tougher, for violation of discipline – a severe reprimand. The former intellectual hates whining and liberties. Don’t even try to shed your tears in front of him.

Shut up and give me paw! Don’t you ever try to bare your fangs or we’ll knock them out, understood?

The girl could not stand taking twenty pills a day, began to secretly drain them into the toilet. The result – the tentacle tangle, that she became, smashed the wall, well at least not bearing. We will strictly control the intake of pills, they’ll drink them in our presence. And let someone just try to vomit!

Ralph is thirty-five, and he feels like an old man. He is already engaged in administrative affairs, writes a scientific paper, handed the monsters into the hands of the young. At home he feels calm with his beloved wife and cute bow-meow, and also a faithful violin, which he has been playing since school years.

this text in my native language:

Ральф Обри, энирипса Его жизненный путь начался весьма стандартно... для энирипсы из именитой врачебной династии. Лучшая медицинская академия Мира Двенадцати, где он несколько лет корпел над справочниками и грыз гранит науки. Очень быстро Ральф заработал авторитет, он был исполнительным, аккуратным, невероятно вежливым, но главное – способным. Когда пришло время специализации, все ожидали, что Ральф, отличник по всем предметам и любимец преподавателей, решит расти до личного королевского врача – у него были все задатки на это. Но нет, он решает работать с проклятиями, и (о, ужас!) одержимостями. Именно потому, что туда никто не шел. Потому что к этим тварям отправляли самых безнадежных выпускников, тех, кто профукал конкурс на все вменяемые направления. Обри двигала благородная цель – дать отчаявшимся людям надежду. Он трудился не покладая рук, принимал тех, на кого остальные врачи лишь брезгливо косились. Набираясь опыта, он начал ставить на ноги тех, от чьих случаев другие специалисты по проклятиям лишь разводили руками. И то ли сама Энирипса его благословила, то ли он продал душу Рушу, но про него узнали. Дочь иопского лорда проклял человек, которому она отказала в предложении руки и сердца. Ральф видел, как позорятся те, кто смеялся над над его стремлением работать с нелюдями и уродцами. А потом встречайте появление героя – через неделю лечения двери покоев открывает все та же красавица, которой ее все помнили. Обри был щедро награжден, но главное, что он приобрел – славу. К нему потянулись очереди, про него пошли восторженные слухи. Госпиталю, бывшему в запустении, во много раз увеличили финансирование, узнав, какие чудеса, неведомые доселе, там творятся. Орден стражей, узнав, что есть медик, способный прооперировать стража, искалеченного неудачным слиянием, мигом записался в спонсоры. В полуразрушенном здании сделали капитальный ремонт. Но не все шло так гладко, как нашему герою хотелось бы. С ростом славы стали и усложняться диагнозы. В госпиталь привозили людей с такими ужасными болезнями, от которых даже Ральф умывал руки. Многие проклятия стремительно прогрессировали: утром это мог быть человек с обнадеживающими прогнозами, а вечером – растекшейся по кровати чудовищной субстанцией. Были и те п��циенты, что сходили с ума. Ральф не сдавался. Орден ему выдал целый штат демоноборцев, способных унять лязгающего клыками зверя. Ральф решает по самое нехочу наколоть таких товарищей снотворным, да притом настолько мощным, чтоб оно подействовало даже на такое чудовище. Выпрашивает лицензию у государства. Снова расходы, неумеренные расходы. Потом один из содержавшихся в особой секции каким-то образом преодолевает сон из опиатов, рвет цепи, выламывает дверь. Чудом избежали резни. Обри решается на тяжелый шаг – убивать тех, кто теряет человеческую личность. Убивать моментально. Даже если они кажутся безобидными. Безутешным родственникам говорить, что пациент скончался ночью, выдавать тело в закрытом гробу, хоронить исключительно на кладбище рядом с госпиталем. Ральф перестает спать по ночам, ему начинают видеться монстры и бесформенные субстанции. На двадцать вылеченных приходился один такой... урод. Но запоминались они ярче всех. Тонны букетов, кам, упоминаний в газетах, сердечных благодарений от спасенных. Королева энирипса выдает Ральфу орден почета. Но его уже ничто не радует, ведь эти пустые глаза, слюни изо рта, эти лапы, которые к нему тянутся, эти бесформенные тела... они его преследуют. Днем и ночью. Ральф запирает дверь в своей кабинет на сложнейший ключ. Дома ставит рядом с кроватью стазисную пушку. Только он лечил юношу, казалось бы все, идет на поправку – но нет, белый халат Ральфа снова заляпан кровавой слизью, эти липкие отростки с невразумительным стоном тянутся к его горлу... тупые неразумные глаза... Пристрелить! Сколько уже крови на его руках? Ральф сам не знает. Наверное, столько же, сколько спасенных жизней. Эти чудовища, эти омерзительные твари сколько раз хотели его убить? Но самое страшное, что когда-то они были людьми. Людьми, которых Ральф хотел спасти всей душой, и которых ему приходится раз за разом убивать. Или отдавать приказ об убийстве, по большей части.

Со временем Ральф становится лишь циником, механически выполняющим свою работу. Что ему до этих уродцев, пускай себе орут, пускай себе тянутся, он свое дело сделал. Но и до обычных людей он становится холоден и безучастен. Порядки в больнице становятся жесче, за нарушение дисциплины – суровый выговор. Бывший интеллигент ненавидит нытье и вольности. Не надо ему тут слезы лить.

Лапу дал живо. Пасть закрыл. Я тебе полязгаю!

Девушка не выдержала прием двадцати таблеток в день, начала тайком сливать их в унитаз. Итог – тентаклевый клубок разнес стену, хорошо хоть не несущую. Будем жестко контролировать прием таблеток, пусть пьют при нас. И пусть кто-то только попробует выблевать! Ральфу тридцать пять, а он чувствует себя стариком. Он уже занимается административными делами, пишет научную работу, передал уродцев в руки молодых. Единственное, что дома его ждет любимая жена и ласковый боу-мяу, а еще верная скрипка, на которой он играет еще со школьных лет.

fanart: https://vk.com/mcwaker

[alpenlyriker]

U can see it everythere, Christmas is coming ....