#glowey eyes my beloved

[yes-asil]

Villain wants you to go feral, but you go feral on them instead.

[plztumb1rhelpmegetoveranxiety]

Ingo's eyes look like they glow in pla . Especially at night.

The subway man with glowy eyes <3

:D!!!! Glowey eyes Ingo my beloved

[oddishblossom]

If no one’s sent it in for the ask game yet, Wei WuXian 👀

Hey!!! Thanks for giving me the perfect excuse to ramble about my favorite necromancer boy 🥰

Favorite thing about them: Can I say everything? He’s just such a great character! I love his sense of humor, how kind he is, and how smart he is! He can be a bit of a flirty airhead, but that’s what makes him so charming! Did I mention the cool glowey red eyes? He can turn from sweet to dangerous when he needs to. Oh, but he has such a big heart, perhaps a little too big for his body. I both admire him for his strength and just wanna wrap a blanket around him ❤️❤️❤️

Least favorite thing about them: Oh, dear. He’s too giving 🥺💔. I wish he knew that it doesn't always have to be him to be the one to sacrifice and that he could learn to share his burdens. I know it’s incredibly hard for him to do something like that because it’s never been in his nature to let go. He has to be strong. Has to be brave. Has to be always smiling. Always the one to take the blame, always the defender, always going to extremes to fix things. I know this is a product of his upbringing and his surroundings. He was a teenager suddenly thrown into war after the death of nearly his entire clan. I don’t know if there was another way around this, I’m not sure if speculating would be of much use. What I do know, is that at the end of his first life, after everything wwx did, after learning about how he died, I kept thinking to myself: “It’s too much. No one should have to give so much.”

Favorite line: “But from now on, what you say to me, what you do for me, I’ll remember it all—I won’t forget a single thing! I really like you, Lan Zhan. I love you, I want you, I fancy you, I whatever you. I want to night-hunt with you for the rest of my life.” Basically his entire speech from Chapter 100 ❤️

BROTP: Okay. I know there’s a lot of people I could choose who would fit this role better, like Wen Ning or Wen Qing, my beloved. But if I’m being honest! If I'm being truthful! My answer would be Jiang Cheng (Plz don’t throw a pitchfork at me 🥲). And I get it. Maybe these two brothers are destined to just go their separate ways. Maybe there isn’t a timeline where these two can ever be happy around each other. But idc. I just can’t let go of the idea that the love is still there, buried, smothered, quiet, but there. I know that some things can’t be forgotten and things may never be how they once were; there were many flaws in their relationship, so I wouldn’t want them to go back to being the same. But I choose to believe that with time, even if it’s at a very slow pace, wwx and jc can reach a new state of being. Where they can learn how to just talk to each other again. About the small things. About the memories that aren’t painful. About Jin Ling. And maybe then, and only then, would they begin to heal and close the gap, one tiny step at a time.

OTP: Y'all know who it is! I don’t have more to say about them because the book has already given me all that I wanted! They’re the heart of the story and my favorite ship ❤️

NOTP: Any ship that is not Wangxian. I’m not really a big multi-shipper. I find a ship I like best, latch onto it, and then crinkle my nose at the idea of them being shipped with someone else lol.

Random Headcanon: I think he has a music brain and would easily be able to pick up a new instrument! I could also easily see him writing and singing songs :)

Unpopular Opinion: I guess it’s the same as the BROTP section. I know my wish for him to reconnect with his brother again is an opinion that uh is divisive in the fandom 😅

Song I associate with them: Liar by The Arcadian Wild, Everything I Wanted by Denis Kalytovskyi, Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush, Atlas:Two by Sleeping At Last, and of course, HOLD IT AGAINST ME BY BRITNEY SPEARS

Favorite picture of them: Oooh, no contest. The Yiling Laozu from the Untamed Mobile Game 🥰

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[sevensstories]

Christmas Wishes Chapter X: April Fools!

Fandom: Undertale Prompt: Stuffed Dog (courtesy of @petchricor​ ) Characters: Sans, Papyrus Ships:  The harbor be empty Updates Every Thursday

Chapter 1: Nightmares Chapter 2: Gotta Get That Letter In Chapter 3: Do You Have Any Word Searches? Chapter 4: Mistakes Chapter X: April Fools! You are here Chapter 5: Sans Has Regrets Chapter 6: The Morning After

WARNING!  This is not a real chapter!  This was an April Fools joke to my beta readers!  That being said, I hope you all enjoy it anyway

He had tried everything.  He had tried everything and it still wasn't good enough.

Sans stared down at the jar of dust, his sockets black and empty.  How could this have happened?  How could he have let this happen?  He had killed his little brother.  Even if fate smiled upon him just this once and the world reset, how would he ever live with himself?  He was a dirty brother killer now.  Things couldn't go back, not after this.  To make things worse there was still the matter of spreading his dust.  With how many times Papyrus had died this was far from Sans' first time performing the task.  That being said, Papyrus had never died like this before, killed by the one person he loved most.

Sans paused, considering that for a moment.  The one person Papyrus loved most.  He had always spread his brother's dust on his prized possessions but, although it wasn't an uncommon practice among monsters, he had never considered spreading Papyrus' dust on a living being.

He let out a soft sigh, running a hand over his skull before giving a sad smile.  “Heh, first time for everything I guess.”

Next he had to consider where he would do it.  Of course Snowdin was their home, but Papyrus had always been fond of Waterfall.  There was a particular little nook off of the glowing path that he liked, filled with echo flowers and soft grass.  Maybe that's where he should go.  So few people knew about it that it was unlikely Papyrus would be disturbed there.  At least, not before the world had a chance to reset.  No doubt Frisk would reset it the second they found out Papyrus was already dead.  If they didn't then Sans would either beg or, if that didn't work, kill them over and over until they had no choice.  Either way he was going to get his brother back but, for now, he was going to give him a proper send off.

He pushed himself up with a grunt before brushing the snow off his shorts.  Truth be told he lacked the motivation to walk all the way to Waterfall.  Even if he didn't feel that way he didn't want to risk someone following him in and disturbing Papyrus' final resting place.  Luckily for him he knew a shortcut.

The pupils disappeared from his sockets and there was the brief sensation of being sucked into a vacuum.  The world went black for a moment and, when the light came back, he was standing in the secret cavern.  With glowing mushrooms and crystals peppering the ceiling and the floor being carpeted by echos flowers and soft, navy grass it was no wonder why Papyrus had been fond of the secret room.  It was breathtaking.  Sans shuffled through the flowers, listening to their soft whispers.  His breath hitched and tears gathered in the corners of his sockets when he found that the majority were the remnants of his beloved brother.

“Nyeh!  No human today, but they'll come soon!  I can feel it in my bones, nyeh heh!”

“Sans still won't pick up his sock!  What is an amazing, handsome, charismatic skeleton to do?”

“Training with Undyne was great today!  Though I have begun to question the necessity of burning down the kitchen...”

“Mettaton came out with a new show today!  Nyeh!  I'm so excited!”

“Sans may be a lazy bones, but I still love him very much...”

“hOI!  im tem!  ur boOtyful!”

“I'll be a royal guardsman soon, I just know it!”

Sans stopped, furrowing his brow.  He took a few steps back, lowering his skull to one of the flowers.

“hOI!  im tem!  ur boOtyful!

He sighed and shook his head before starting forward again.  “Damn Temmies, I swear they're everywhere.”

Sans stopped when he reached the center of the room and knelt down in the grass.  He took one last look around the room, took a deep breath, and opened the jar.

“I love you, Papyrus.”

Sans closed his sockets and poured the jar of dust over his skull.  He held his breath and waited for most of it to slide from his bones and settle on the grass beneath him.  When he felt that the majority of it had sifted into a comfortable rest, he let out a puff of air through his teeth and nose to clear the dust from his face.  It may have been customary to leave the dust on you for a couple of days, but it was also taboo to breathe it in.  Not that that was a problem, he didn't mind watching the dust scatter before resting on the petals of the echo flowers.  That's where it really belonged, not on a dirty brother killer.  Then again papyrus would probably disagree, and his wishes were what really mattered.

Sans stood, rolling his shoulders and letting any excess dust drift to the ground.  Now all there was left to do was go home, mourn, and wait for this to all be over.

“tem cav iz thiz wai!  iz secroit!  hoory up!”

Temmie bounded towards the cave, shivering in excitement.  Beautiful flowers!  Pretty crystals!  Glowey mushrooms!  Cushy grass!  It was the best cave!  Temmie could find Temmie Flakes in the Tem cave!  Then Temmie could sell Temmie Flakes and go to Tem college like Temmie in the Tem Shop and get an education!  Temmie had the best plan!

“temmie dun wunna run no moar, temmie toired!”  Temmie whined, ears drooping.  Temmie had been chasing Temmie all day, Temmie has so much energy how is Temmie supposed to keep up?

“tem almoost theere!  iz thru heer!!”  Temmie slipped through a big crack in the rocks that looks like it's not there in the dark??

“WOA!!  temmie not see cav?!?!”  Temmie rushed in after Temmie to see the amazing Tem cave.

When Temmie got inside of the Tem cave Temmie gasped.  “iz boOtyful!!!1!1”

“tem kno!!  tem haz net 2 get teh temmie flakes!  Tem wil haz muns 4 colleg!” Temmie squealed.  “AND tem haz boOtyful floowrs!  floowrs smel prity!”

Temmie leaned in and smelled the flowers!  Temmie got weird dust on Temmie's nose and sneezed!

“aaAachuu!!!”  Temmie bounced a bit with the sneeze before scrunching up its nose.  “tis floowr smelz funnie!”

“temmie wunna smel!”  Temmie leaned in to smell it but Temmie stopped them!

“nO!  temmie cant smel, tem soid so!”  Temmie shoved Temmie away from the flower!

“foine!”  Temmie huffed.  “dun wunna smel floowr anywai!  tem floowr STOOPID!”

“tem--”  Temmie stopped, a shudder running through their body.  Their front legs collapsed, letting their cheek rest on the floor.  “tem dun feel so gud...”

“iz tem okai?”  Temmie asked in concern, crouching next to them.

“tem...”  Temmie let out a dramatic cough.  “tem dyin...  tem need...  tem need tem dooctr...”

“tem NO DIE!”  Temmie cried, leaping up.  “tem wait heer, temmie get tem dooctr!”

Temmie bounded off, leaving Temmie alone in the hidden cave.  The cave was no longer the best cave, not if it made Temmie sick.  Temmie gave a soft whine, burying its face in the cushy grass.  Temmie felt sick.  Temmie's soul hurt.  Temmie wanted spaghetti?  Temmie wanted to do puzzles??  Temmie didn't feel like Temmie anymore??!

No, Temmie didn't feel like Temmie anymore.  Temmie felt like...

The Great Tempyrus.

Sans sat curled on Papyrus' bed, staring at the wall with black, empty sockets.  Papyrus' scarlet cape was clutched between his fingers, covered in a light layer of dust.  He wasn't really planning on leaving this spot until the kid came through.  Why would he?  There was nothing to wait for anymore.  He didn't even have anyone to fight this time, not unless he wanted to kill himself.  Then again, if he didn't need to stay to beg Frisk to reset he probably would.

A loud crash from the downstairs tore him away from his thoughts.  He jolted in surprise before going absolutely still, listening to the sound of broken glass crunching under someone's shoes.  With how many times their windows had been broken he was more than familiar with the sound by now.  Normally he would just shrug it off and have it fixed later, but someone had to have open hell of a nerve to break in while he was grieving.  Sans took a deep breath before pushing himself up.  Whoever was down there was gonna have a bad time.

He shuffled out of the room, keeping a tight grip on his brother's cape.  Whoever had broken in was now banging around with the pots and pans.  That wasn't something any of the dogs normally did and Undyne wouldn't dare to even consider breaking in right after Papyrus' death.  If he weren't dust Sans would bet it was Papyrus himself.  The taller skeleton would always break through the window when he was locked out.

Sans stopped at the kitchen doorway, sockets narrowing.  Oh hell no.  There, making a mess in this brother's kitchen, was a Temmie.  It was currently trying to put a pot filled with water on the stove, but it wasn't nearly tall enough.  It could hardly even pick up the pot with its small, bony paws.

Wait, bony?  That couldn't be right.  Sans inched closer for a better look.  Instead of milky white fur, the Temmie had pale bones and was wearing what looked like a Battle Body.  Sans felt unease twist in his gut.  Absolutely none of this seemed right.

The Temmie twisted around.  A creepy, permanent grin was stretched across its skull.

“Sans!” It cried.  “Sans!  halp meh get teh pot on teh stoove!  NYEH!”

Sans went still, staring at the creature before him.  This, this thing, why was it dressed like him brother?  Why did it sound like his brother?  How dare it imitate The Great Papyrus?  The pupils disappeared from his sockets and his voice dropped an octave.

“Look, pal, I don't know who you are, but if you don't--”

“dun be silly, Sans!”  The Temmie shouted.  “i iz the GRATE TEMPYRUS!  ur luvable tem bruther!”

“My brother is dead,” Sand growled, his left eye glowing a bright cyan, “and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let anyone pretend to be him!”

The Temmie's sockets widened in terror.  “NO!  Sans, dun hit meh again!”

Sans stopped, hesitating a moment before speaking.  “What did you just say?”

Bright orange tears pooled in the corners of Tempyrus' sockets, its small frame trembling.  “i dun wunna be dust again!  NYEH!  dun hurt meh!”

Sans stood frozen, staring at the supposed Tempyrus in shock.  “How do you know about that?”

“Sans, it's ME!”  Tempyrus cried.  “im not ded!”

What Tempyrus was saying wasn't even remotely possible.  Part of his wanted to work everything out and part of him wanted to just curl up and pray that all of this was a really bad, really confusing dream.

However, before he even had time to react, the Annoying Dog leapt through the already broken window and skidded across the floor, eyes glinting with a serious light.  Tempyrus barely had the chance to squeal in surprise before the dog opened it's jaws wide and took in the entire of the abomination, swallowing it in one massive gulp.  The dog cleared its throat before trotting over to Sans.

“Man that was one hell of a meal, I'm stuffed,” it muttered to itself.  It then perked up and spoke in a deep, rich voice.  “The threat to the multiverse has been neutralized.  No need to thank me, it is my job as your god after all.  Just go about your business, citizen.”  With that it gave a high pitched bark, wagged its stubby tail, and hurled itself back out the window.

Sans watched dumbfounded for a moment before shaking his head and muttering to himself, “I really have to ask Grillby what's in those damn drinks...”

[thatguysamaniac-blog]

Yo,  WoW's Character creator is shit. Just putting that one out there. Don't get me wrong the initial models are fine, but when it comes to customisation of the actual character its pretty fucking limited. especially when you compare it to the multitude of slider scale options seen in other games. Curiously not much has really changed on this even in today's iteration of WoW. So lets jump into it. I am just going to mention a few of the races and the more iconic looks. If you, gentle reader, feel that there are looks missing that is because the looks are so fucking bland and indistinguishable that they are not even worth mentioning. Foresaken Male, is actually probably the best in terms of "individuality" i.e different looking from one male foresaken to the next.  First up Bondage Zombie, easily the most iconic look of the undead characters, leather straps to hold their skulls together, blind, yet at no disadvantage... I guess you don't question it as it's an animated corpse, and to be honest the rest f the undeads just have glowing eyes Angry Homer Simpson. One of teh "features you can pick for undeads is having their face ripped off. Nice. The lolling tongue: What says hero of the forsaken more than a missing/broken off Jaw? Troll Males... Trolls are solidly my favourite race but yeah pretty shit options: Make up, oddly wrapped up in with tusk size, you select tusks, some of them have make up sure The Dick Dastardly, those tusks, as a moustache, tell me you see this right? Orcs, ah orcs! staple of the Warcraft Series they are bound to have some good customizations right? Wrong, several shades of green and some pretty ugly faces! The Frankensteiner, shove a couple of bolts on this guy's neck, and gather your pitchforks. The 'Nice' Face for the Peon fans, "work work", "Something me doing?" etc etc Onto the Ladies, Just a quick on on the Ladies of WoW I do get a bit grumpy about their customization options, where make counterparts in the most part get to pay with facial hair and the size of their tusks, the women get "piercings", earrings or in a couple of cases a nose-ring, which given the quality of those models is barely fucking noticeable, bullshit #metoo A lady Dwarf, tbh they are better than the Male dwarves mainly because male dwarves are just different shaped beards meh Tired old Female Dwarf, I'd be interested to know who chooses this and why? What is the character fantasy here... Female Orcs, Back to Orcs! and it's the same story! Yup that is a generic angry Orc Female, tbh I'm glad they exist I think there was only like one or two Orc females in  Warcraft before, setting up like a Surfette/Arcee group orgy situation. This is the Nice Orc face, however in hindsight with those earings she is super chavvy, I kind of expect her in in a pink tracksuit pushing her kids about n a shopping trolley. Female Undeads, best for last, this is my favorite for change specturm, you can go from freshly dead (ed: still warm?)  to Fully decayed... Nice Why do undeads have glowey eyes? i guess its cuz the eyes would rot first, nice touch to keep that in mind. Crowning glory the full night of the living dead skullface model, yoiu know you wanna rock this look As I mentioned I have deliberately left off the more generic or ordinary looking customizations, and as you can see from above there is barely any alliance, Sorry but the hoard definitely has more 'character' the alliance has 3 very 'human' races Human, Dwarf, Gnome which are just humans of varying degrees of sizes (some of the skins are repeated over these races!) And you have the Nightelves left over and short of some being pink and some being blue, they all look very generic there is very little in the way of interesting there. TBH i am not a fan of the alliance, but since my beloved Paladins only exist there, I guess i'm stuck with different sized humans and purple Sesame Street characters.  Love and Taurens are fucking boring, Richie X

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