#goooo

[malwarechips]

for anyone who may not (for some reason) have undertale rn its 70% off on steam until the 28th . go

[idya-shroud]

*fades into existence behind you and floats up to watch over your shoulder as you’re playing your usual video game*

*watches silently for a few minutes*

Hey, what game is this, it looks fun! 😸

*smiles my signature Cheshire Cat grin at you*

@your-local-grinning-cat

Idia was peacefully enjoying his game within his dark room, the only light source being his screen where it flashed an array of different colors, almost like a disco ball.

Being by himself and having Ortho gone to do his own things, he wasn't expecting any kind of company, so when he heard someone's voice behind him, he nearly sprung up into the ceiling like a cat.

"W-w-who are you a-and how'd you get past the security system?!" He was shaking like a leaf at this point.

[emilynyaesmp]

GO ORANGE OCELOTS, GOOO!!!!!

[moseiders]

FOOT ON THE FUCKING PEDAL BABY

[proudmelaniefan]

11:00AM!!! MEL DROPS A MUSIC VIDEO! GO GO GO!

[chmerical-a]

headcanon dump for 𝗡𝗢𝗔  𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗗𝗔 :

full name is noeru, but she never goes by it, the only people who know it are her parents & bouncers/bartenders/liquor store clerks. was born in hakui, japan & moved to the states as a child and is very americanized as a result. her parents were incredibly neglectful, to the point where she basically raised herself, so she emancipated herself at the ripe age of 14, has been bouncing from town to town before settling in new york at 20. she's now 24. in love with love, with being loved, can never get enough of it, she's left a lot of broken hearts in her wake because of it. can't ever really be herself. there's one person she opened herself up to, fully, and he left her a messy puddle of hurt. she figures it's karmic retribution for those broken hearts. as a result, she often dons different personas, with aliases and all. it's easier for her to play a part than to be real. talented painter, talented photographer, has dreams of making it big, and runs a very popular instagram where she shows off candids and doodles. but a girl's gotta make money, so she works as a stripper, often donning different wigs, not wanting to stay glued to a specific look. beyond that, the sex work she does on the side came out of necessity. she doesn't talk about it.

her character sheet is here, please note!!! it's incomplete, but will soon be updated!

[itsoverfeeling]

Also, not an ask, but grateful to have met you and become mutuals with you! I think you’re great dude!!

*EXPLODES* youre so nice im gonna cry. i have a scheduled new years post and i mentioned you in it actually!!! youre so cool and so smart, i love your analysis, its awesome to know we're mutuals.

[deimosatellite]

AMAZON IS STRIKING LETS FUCKING GO!!!!!! LETS GO!@!

as someone who has worked in amazon warehouses for many years, this is crazy like. oh my god. DURING PEAK SEASON?? LETS GOOOO

media and companies are already trying to say "DONT LET THE UNIONS MISLEAD YOU WE PROMISE WE TREAT OUR WORKERS WELL!!!" well hey ive worked there for YEARS. they do not ! dont listen to their bullshit. it might be difficult to not get frustrated if packages are late at the most important time of the year but thats the whole point -- strikes happening when the workers are most necessary is a massive blow to showing just how essential the workers are . anyways stand with amazon workers this holiday season god fucking bless

[mossy-cobble-slab]

IT'S SUN, STARS, MOON, MARS, EARTH AND THE FUCKING CAR LADS

[wishfulsketching]

More of the Silco survives AU! This is part three. Part 1 and Part 2

The girls learn the truth and Silco gets a taste of a monster

[splatsys-sizeshift-shenanigans]

THERES ONE HOUR LEFT. IT’S 48.8 TO 51.2. WE HAVE A CHANCE!!! HE STILL HAS A SHOT!!!! VOTE DONNIE!!!!

Semifinals

[coliseog]

gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[brawcolie]

settling is the sign of a dying man

[satoruxx]

you're sweating when you wake up, skin sticking painfully to your bedsheets as your bleary eyes dart around, attempting to make focus of your surroundings. the room is still dark, barely touched by the slight bit of moonlight that attempts to peak through the closed windows—defiant. it takes a minute to realize that the sounds that are breaking the silence are actually coming from your own throat—breathy, wheezing gasps of terror.

your stomach drops when your fingers grip cold and empty fabric. he's gone he's gone he's go—

"what are you doing up, pretty?"

your head snaps to the doorway. satoru stands there, sweats hanging low on his hips even as his hand remains curled around a glass of water. his hair is tousled with sleep, but his cerulean eyes are sharp and lively.

as soon as he sees the panic lacing your expression, his eyes widen, long legs practically tripping over themselves as he stumbles towards you.

"what happened?" he asks sharply, frantically placing the cup on the bedside table to take your face into his palms. shades of blue dart back and forth across your features as he perches one knee on the mattress and peers down at you. "are you okay?"

his touch sends electricity through your veins—a splash of ice water pulling you away from that painful reverie.

your heart both clenches and soars, the idea of what you saw being terrifying, and yet finding out it wasn't true being that much more relieving.

"i just—" your voice comes out choked, and satoru's fingers twitch against your skin imperceptibly. "had a bad dream."

you think your brain must be cruel for conjuring up a dream in which satoru could suffer to such abhorrent extents.

"oh sweets." satoru's sigh is sympathetically soft, thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek just barely. "it was just a nightmare."

"i know," you swallow, voice shaking. there's an uncharacteristic wetness pooling at your waterline. "i-it just felt so real."

"baby..." satoru immediately pulls you against the steady planes of his chest, thick arms snaking around your waist to eliminate any measly amount of distance between you two. you prop your chin on his shoulder, sighing as you feel his snowy hair tickling at your cheek.

"it wasn't real, sweetheart," he says, pulling back just slightly to push a piece of hair from your face. his thumb then drags under your eyes, wiping away the unshed tears. "see. you're here, i'm here. everything's all good."

"yeah." you're nodding, unable to take your eyes off of him because he's real and alive and so breathtakingly perfect. "yeah, you're right."

he gives you a lopsided smile, eyes bright and glowing. "i don't like to brag, but i usually am."

you snort out a laugh, missing the way his expression turns pleased at the sound. "hilarious. you love to brag."

"you got me there," he shrugs, grinning as you stick your tongue out at him. the lighthearted banter solidifies the fact that satoru is fine and unharmed and completely yours, but you can still feel the apprehension coursing through your veins. chills run up your spine—you try not to show it.

but of course, satoru has always been able to see right through you.

his teasing smile goes soft, and he inhales deeply.

"was it about me?" he asks, climbing into bed next you. you lay back down carefully.

"yeah," you mumble, watching him tug the blankets over your body and tuck you both under a cocoon of warmth.

"hm." something in his tone tells you he's not unfamiliar with the feelings you seem to be experiencing—his body shifts closer to yours. ocean eyes carefully asses you, deep and calculating and so concerned even as he smoothes a warm palm over your shoulder blades. "wanna tell me what happened?"

the truth is you do want to, because satoru has always understood you better than you've ever understood yourself—you have no doubt he'd be able to comfort you just as well as he normally does.

and yet...

"no," you answer, pressing your nose into his neck. a deep breath in, the lively scent that is so inherently your gojo satoru filling your very soul. "it's okay. i think i'll be fine."

when you shut your eyes, images flash behind them—of bloodied bodies and stitches and swapped souls. yet a chaste kiss to your forehead pulls you back to where you're supposed to be, warm and grounding.

"i know you'll be fine," satoru murmurs, lips tickling your brow as he speaks. you think you can hear the gentle smile as he says it, and your grip on him tightens—never letting go. "i'm right here after all."

[eurodynamic]

HADES (2020) ZAGREUS, Prince of the Underworld

HADES II (2024 - EA) MELINOË, Princess of the Underworld

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