#he is THE best soft boy

[tsuisuta]

Jae my sweet sweet boy, you deserve the universe

[suntails]

toot toot!

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[muffetta-999]

The adoptive child of Yuder!! (it's canon in my head) ✨

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

The Chair recognizes the goofy bastard currently standing on top of it because OBVIOUSLY it has no choice

Seriously, sir, what do you think you're doing?

Oh, you're being adorable? Got it. Carry on then.

[yandere-yearnings]

I feel very ashamed to ask this, but f*ck it I’m anonymous anyway and I need to know:

Would Dice take it like a good boy?

dice says fuck around and find out🫵 (also you've got nothing to be ashamed of here nonnie❗❗ it's a no judgment zone🥰)

slightly suggestive content under the cut!

It was always raining when you were with Dice, to the point where you could convince yourself the heavy clouds followed him. That his misty greys were just reflections of a suspended downpour sprawling out on the skyline in wait. You'd come to accept it as just another constant in your life. Learned to like it. One more thing to look forward to, one more thing to keep you grounded when you felt you were slipping away.

Oh, but it was cold.

One of the walls in the penthouse kitchen was entirely end-to-end glass. No draft came in, yet everything still felt too open. Goosebumps rose on your arms watching the droplets drum down rhythmically. Quickly before you, they became a screen of water that made the world outside seem like it was melting. Streaking green and terracotta from the potted plants on the terrace where the soil was surely being washed out, and the fairy lights you'd strung up once on a dreary morning haloing into sharp, blinding yellow. You felt a little numb the more you stared, so you turned to the room to bathe in more human attentions.

The sleeve of the hand wrapped around his decanter was the only one rolled up. You'd daresay Dice did it on purpose, because he knew well your eyes always lingered on every sliver of skin he showed you. Burnt umber into a marquise-cut glass, fire in refracted fragments, to his lips — and now you wanted nothing more than to take the warmth that they had surely gained.

"It's Scotch," he said when you walked over, when your hands found their place at his hips and you pressed his body right into the counter with yours, "want some?"

"I want you." Your breath came out heavy, forehead to the broad plane of his back. Heat from flesh you couldn't feel properly through chiffon barriers taunted you. A carrot hung for the starved animal that you were.

On this quiet night his laugh was velvet and red wine served chambré, something rich enough to send you into a haze — a fever — if you were to let it suffocate you as deliciously as the desire held its depth. Your fingers took his wrist like a lifeline, pressure realised enough to leave your thumbprint right there against his beauty marks; your mouth desperate on his neck.

"Then take me."

Dice made no move to stop you, not even when your nails lined crescents into him. You were burning out on everything he was, and he bore your ashes like they were what he was made for.

[crimsonmischief]

I'm sorry, but am I taller then Crow or am I tripping?

@crow-the-hunter-vanguard am I seeing things?

[birdybomb]

Wind Breaker episode 6

Hiragi and Sako are my favorite guys :)

[firstkhaoo]

no but i think nani's performance as shin in high school frenemy changed my life a little bit

[thetarttfuldickhead]

So are you two friends now?

That's wonderful.

[theecholegend]

I was just fooling around with different techniques and here are the results

[01432853]

Go East 四方馆 (2024) • Episode 17

[bl-recommendations]

Just showing my appreciation for season 1 Yuder cus boi has looks and no I’m not gonna listen to anyone who says otherwise

[jenny-ate-ink]

CW: Sonic Movie 3/Sonic 2024 spoilers

Click away and block the "#sonic movie 3 spoilers" "#sonic movie spoilers" "#sonic 2024 spoilers" and/or "#sonic spoilers" tags if you do not wish to be spoiled

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Imagine you wake up on a strange new planet, so green, with not a memory of who or what you are. You wake up surrounded by these beings who look nothing like you, and they take you quickly into a metal facility where wires and clips are put on you. Where test after test is run.

They find a power within you. A power they want to channel, to harvest. You make them their power.

But none of them look at you kindly. There is weariness in their eyes. A hesitation in every touch. You are alone. You do not know what you are. Who you are. You have no family. You have no friends.

Then she appears like starlight during a cloudy night. A girl, blond and blue with roller skates. She touches the canister in which you have been placed, and you scowl at her before she scowl at you because everyone scowls at you. Why bother with a smile.

But she mocks you instead with so much humor in her eyes.

It goes all so fast after that. Too fast. You forever look back, wanting, longing. It isn't fair.

She looked at you kindly. She called you her friend. Through her, her grandfather came to like you too.

You would pull her on her skates down the halls and listen to her laugh. You would listen to and sing songs with her. You used to watch movies with her. Shared a pillow fort with her. You once even snuck out to see that green world you landed on again, to stare at the moon and the stars you came from with her. She talked about stars and light lingering on. You looked at her and saw one. Saw your star. Your sun. Your light.

You were happy.

It didn't last. Of course it didn't last. What did you expect? What else did you deserve?

They came for you. For your power. Her grandfather pulled both of you along, running, alarms blaring. She looked so scared.

A gun aimed.

"They're children!"

A gun shoved, a bullet redirected.

An explosion.

You remember it, even now, like it just happened. You relive it every time you close your eyes.

She lies too still on the ground, surrounded by rubble. Broken and burned. You hesitate to touch her, to confirm that this is real. You look up to meet her grandfather's teary eyes. She's gone. Your star is dead.

Your name makes sense now. It suits you well. For you may not have been the one to pull the trigger, but it still was your power that caused the explosion. It was your power that lured them in, your power that killed your star and now leaves the world in shadowed in grief.

You're nothing but a shadow. The darkness in the night. The monster under the bed. Your power killed her, which means you killed her, however indirectly.

She said you aren't a monster and you proved her wrong.

You didn't even fight as they ripped you away from her still warm body. You didn't do anything. You couldn't do anything. You just stared at your hands as they took you away and put you to sleep.

For fifty years you relive it. Over and over again. They made a hell just for you.

They took her from you. Your power, harvested and explosively unleashed, killed her.

You are angry. So angry. It consumes you. It festers like an infection, spreading. It fills you down to the marrows of your bones and pumps through you like blood.

You wake up in a world without her. In a world you don't want to exist. In a world you don't want to exist in.

You go to the only place you think of. The old facility. The only place you ever lived in. The place where she died, where your powers snuffed her out.

You find her grandfather there. He speaks of grief. Of anger. He wants revenge, has a plan of how to get it all laid out, and you are the key to its success.

The world that stole her will burn like she did. Your powers will be harnessed and then explosively unleashed. It will kill you, he tells you. It will kill him. A small price to pay.

It's justice that you die by your own powers, by the same powers that stole her away.

You agree. You want revenge. You want it more than anything. And it the end, you'll be with her again. It's perfect. You want this darken world to feel the same pain it has caused you. You want this pain to end. More than anything, you want to see her again. To feel her light on your fur again.

But a family stands in your way. Something red, something yellow, but mostly something blue. How annoying. How infuriating. They have what you lost, and you want to take it from them. It isn't fair.

You see him. Commander Walters. He was there, he was with them the day she died.

Rage. Deep, sickening rage. You strike him down.

Except... he isn't Walters.

Blue. Eyes carrying the same pain you do glare into your soul.

"What did you do?"

You tell him the truth.

"What I had to."

Revenge awaits.

Is this the right thing to do? Is this what she would've wanted?

No. No. They deserve for taking her. This is revenge. This is what you want... right?

You're so angry. Of course it's what you want. It's what you need.

You power the machine. Let it harvest your power.

You're aren't surprised when blue turned yellow, stronger than ever, comes for you. Of course he would want revenge, too. He is the same as you. He understands your pain. The pain you caused him.

He pins you down. You let him. The world will burn regardless, at least now, you will see her sooner. You can be rid of this pain sooner. You can let him get rid of his pain. You owe him this, don't you? This a mercy upon the both of you.

He hesitates. It angers you. You point to your chest.

"Do it! I'm right here!"

The look in his eyes changes. You no longer see your pain and your rage reflected back at you.

He tells you that revenge doesn't fix anything.

Something shaky within you breaks. You fizzle out. Your anger fizzles out. You realize anger had only ever been the secondary emotion. The mask.

You are consumed with grief. Painful, inescapable grief.

You sit with him and look at the world your powers are going to destroy.

It's blue, like she was. Blue, like he is.

He tells you the pain never goes away, but you learn to grow love around it.

The sun, yellow like her hair, warm as her smile, rises.

It clicks.

You remember it, what she told you all those years ago. How the light still lingers even when the star is gone.

She was, is, your star, and through you her light travels forward even now in her absence.

You are the shadow casted by her lingering light. You are her love preserving. Everything she is, everything she was, you decide now with every action. You are her legacy. Her light still shining.

You were, you are, her shadow. You were always meant to follow her, even now.

You let your anger and grief lead you astray. You should have followed her love from the beginning.

She wouldn't want this.

You wish you could tell her that you're sorry, for everything.

You look at the blue, and he offers his hand.

You take it.

It's time to right your wrongs. To follow the path you were always meant to.

You aren't happy. You're still hurt. And you're still angry, still grieving.

But this feels right.

Even as you redirect the bullet of your power aimed at the Earth, there is a strange peace. A feeling of justice. A knowning that you are doing right by her memory. Acting in her honor rather than your grief.

Blue falters, but you persist. You persevere. You push your mistake further away. You can not, you will not, let your pain hurt anyone else anymore. It isn't what she would've wanted. It isn't what you want. Not anymore.

You can hear her laughter even now. Soft and warm like starlight. You can almost hear her telling you to keep going, to just push it a little further.

Maria.

Is she waiting for you?

Your power engulfs you just like it did to her all those years ago.

Maria.

Is she proud of you?

You close your eyes and welcome it.

Maria.

You'll miss her forever, won't you?

[some-mari-thoughts]

Height and weight

Redesigned my Aubrey slightly, then realized i never posted my other art with weight headcanons from a LONGGG time ago

So here are my thoughts on maybe after 10 years! Plus just the new way i'll be drawing Aubrey, based on her in-game stats.

[noble-atomics-railway]

11- Fauna - prompt from @tornadoyoungiron

This one had to be another Henry drawing. He loves the animals of Sodor just as much as he loves the plant life.

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