#hi! hope this is ok! if not lmk!!

[missdcalls]

What are the odds that the two of them would end up back together again? Except this time it's not in the bedroom, but instead at a restaurant at a now very awkward brunch. Atticus didn't realize that they had shared a mutual friend and had been totally caught off guard when they had walked through the doors.

"Just my luck." He mumbles under his breath, realizing that the only seat left was the one besides him. The other sits down and he does his best not to make eye contact. Busies himself with his coffee, acting like it was the best damn thing in the world (and most certainly did not taste like burnt bean water.) // @hellfollowed (based x)

[wuntrum]

2025 horror pin up calendar!!

print version | digital (/print it yourself) version

a labor of love, truly <3 prepare for the new year with 12 suggestive (and silly) horror characters :) featuring characters from: american psycho, bride of re-animator, the evil dead, hannibal, jason x, frankenhooker, alien, an american werewolf in london, jennifer's body, saw, the thing, and scream! to see the full specs of the calendar, check out the pages above!

[sulfurzee]

Something about the Trawlerman having two faces

[ruporas]

asking and receiving (bonus below readmore)

[ID: A black and white, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood. In the first panel is a close up of Wolfwood's mouth as he says, "Vash". Accompanying it is a close up shot of Vash's eye, widen and cheeks flushed. Wolfwood presses a knee against the open space between Vash's legs and says, "Tell me everything you want from me." Wolfwood's face is equally as flushed. He continues to say, "I'll give it to you. Everything." As he talks, a wide shot shows the both of them in white space. Vash is sitting, leaning a little back with both hands pressed against the surface he's sitting on. Wolfwood is in his white dress shirt, stripped of the blazer. He's still leaning in with one knee in between Vash's spread legs, his right hand touching Vash's lips and his left hand behind his back.

The shot closes in on Vash's mouth and Wolfwood's hand against it, pressing down on the lower lip as he says, "You have to ask though. Go on." His hand moves down to Vash's chin, gently holding it. With a shy and uncertain expression, Vash hesitantly asks, "Um... K... Kiss... Please?" Wolfwood, without wasting a second, leans in and kisses him and indulges by pressing deeper, eliciting a small noise of surprise from Vash.

Wolfwood moves away from Vash first and with a smile, asks, "What else?" Vash tugs on Wolfwood's left sleeve, wordlessly budging Wolfwood to give him his hand that was still behind his back. In the next panel, Vash utters, "Hold me..?" He's holding Wolfwood's left hand with his own while his right hand is reaching for his waist. Wolfwood complies, moving his left hand to Vash's shoulder and his right hand continues to touch Vash's cheek. Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

More comfortable now, Vash leans in to kiss Wolfwood. Wolfwood catches him immediately, pressing his thumb against Vash's lips to stop him before demanding, "Hey. Ask." Vash looks back in surprise and Wolfwood meets his eye with a quiet, insistent look. They're quiet for a moment before Vash leans in again and curtly requests, "Kiss. Me." Wolfwood says "Good", smiling as he lifts his hand away, and meets Vash's lips. In the next shot, Wolfwood had adjusted his position, sitting on Vash's thigh. The hand that was once on Vash's cheek has moved its way to Vash's nape, pushing away the collar of his jacket with his pinky. His other hand continues to grip on Vash's shoulder. Still kissing, Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

In the next shot, Vash is starting to turn, moving Wolfwood with him. Vash asks, "Let me on top of you?" Wolfwood says, "Mhm" before asking again, "What else?" The next panel shows a close look of Vash's face. He's looking down, flushed and shy just as he had been at the beginning, but now, more decisive. Vash asks, "Wolfwood... Let me have you..?" A panel of Wolfwood taking Vash's hand into his, pulling it towards his chest. The next panel shows Wolfwood lying down where Vash had laid him. Vash's hand is on Wolfwood's chest, covering the cross of his rosary while Wolfwood's hand lingers against his, loosely pressing Vash's hand in place. He looks up at Vash with a shy smile of his own, flushed cheeks. He says, "All yours."

A panel shows a close up of Vash's tender gaze before he leans down to be closer to Wolfwood. The final shot is a front view of their positions, Vash's face turned away from the viewer; Vash is leaning over Wolfwood who's lying down with his right leg draped over Vash's legs. Wolfwood's left hand holds onto Vash's left arm. With finality, Vash says, "...Mine." End ID]

[ID: A follow up bonus comic in a looser, sketchier style. They're laying comfortably in bed when Vash asks, "What was that earlier?" referecing to the start of the previous comic. Wolfwood glances away and says, "To get you used to it. Asking. And getting what you ask for. Since you're alwasy hesitant about it." Vash's eyes widen, tight lipped. Wolfwood continues, "Knowing you, it'll be a tough habit to break..." When he says this, Vash can't help but laugh, unable to deny it. Wolfwood slowly brings a hand to Vash's cheek and continues to say, "So I'll keep trying -- whatever ways I can... to get it through your thick skull." Vash takes Wolfwood's hand with his, kissing the the palm gently. Wolfwood's eyes soften and holding onto Vash's cheek, he leans in to try for a kiss. Vash says, "Hey..." before stopping Wolfwood's lips with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face, "Ask." Wolfwood's embarrassed and with little irritation, asks, "Really?" Vash smiles, saying, "You're in need of practice too." They pause for a moment, Wolfwood looking contemplatively, before he's leaning in again, asking, "May I please kiss you?" Vash looks him in the eyes and says, "Yes." The comic ends with a "chu", indicating an off-panel kiss. End ID]

[emily-mooon]

Nancy Wheeler the shoujo manga protagonist you are what with your love triangle and everything about you my pookie <3

[spaceistheplaceart]

In which Gordon finally realizes all his friends died long before he met them

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[potatobugz]

i have a collection of silly little guys to share with you all

[liquidstar]

sleepovers save money on hotel rooms while on missions 👍

[alternautxyz]

uuhhh in other new that lmk s5 trailer dropped and people are very

mixed

for context the new season is being partly animated by wildbrain i think. flying bark is still working on the show but probably due to all the other projects they've been working on like the atla movie the animation is off.

its understandable that people are upset. lmk has some of the most consistently dynamic and lively animation ive ever seen, and going from that to ok animation kinda sucks. as a culmination of a lot of what the series has been building up to people were inevitably going to be disappointed

at the same time people shouldnt harass animators. like ever. no amount of trying to petition or anything will change the s5, people are just trying to do their job and theres no probably no major changing to the finished product by now. and theres still a lot of that lmk charm in there, and we haven't even seen the whole season yet to judge it. flying bark is still working on it, and even if the animation never reaches the peak of the old seasons it still has the same writers so at least the writing has the chance to live up old standards. idk though we'll just have to wait and see

[sonorous-eisfyl]

// starter for @electricea

"Sorry um-- hello, a bit of an awkward question, if you don't mind,"

---- Of all things to happen on a regular day like this, maybe a small child with a giant metal stick and a moth nestled into his hair was the last thing anyone would expect. His face having a few fresh scratches and some older scars seemed like a bit much for a kid his age too. Frosting shifts his weight, visibly nervous to be approaching a complete stranger like that. Still, though. He was lost-- and had absolutely no god damn clue where in the Elders' names he was at all.

Last he remembers, he was investigating a new portal sighting. Not quite typical of an event within the New World, but it's weird that it's happened twice before today. Though upon getting there, something went down before the hunter woke up in the complete opposite of what a forest was.

A city. With architecture he didn't recognise at all and definitely not somewhere within his world

Poor child stood out amongst the folk like a sore thumb. Not to mention he was also carrying a weapon publicly. That much probably wasn't very welcome, if he had to guess. He's just thankful nobody seemed to address him directly and kept moving on by

Other than that, Frosting had run toward the first person he felt looked friendly enough to listen to him. Especially if he had to explain his current... situation

"Wh... where am I?"

[shaxxnianpxpil]

@starsasunder liked for a starter

Well.

The first impression had indeed lasted. And some small part of Erenville felt...mildly guilty that he couldn't unsee Inanna as a frog.

So, in an effort to disperse that thought, he had invited her to come to The Last Stand for a meal, and perhaps a better way to get to know the Hero.

"My apologies for the...Rather sudden summons. I trust I didn't interrupt anything important?"

[reanimated-owl-moved]

Something wasn’t right.

Nothing about these ghoulish, yet elegant halls were familiar. He’d been wandering for what felt like hours, in some vain attempt to either find a way out or find something he recognized.

There wasn’t much else to do but continue onward, and so he did. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something or someone was watching him.

“Is… Is someone there? Or have I finally lost my mind?”

@spookyowlman

[tamedstray]

@azzagrazt ⸻ Sender stumbles upon receiver sitting in the stairwell alone, hiding from the crowded ballroom and all the guests ☼

So much happened during these parties beyond watching eyes. With such large houses, the crowd would thin out around the grand chamber or ballroom, taking a moment to socialise in the quiet hallways.

      Even when sent to events on Irnvar's orders, Vigor still had plenty to enjoy, though he often sought solace in the gardens. Gossip, stress, and crowds all wore him down. Most of all, Vigor was plagued by the building paranoia that followed every job. People he had cheated out of deals, even if they did not know it was him, or ladies he'd flirted with in exchange for valuable gossip. As careful as he was, he couldn't keep this up forever. Then who does he become, once he is of no use to Irnvar?

      Vigor is caught up in thought as he sits on an outdoor staircase, only occasionally looking up to make sure he is still alone. Soon enough, he sees a stranger approach.

      He had certainly noticed the man, and already felt a fool for not knowing anything about him, after all, he stood out. It was rare to see tieflings at these events, least of all one marked and scarred. The curiosity pulled Vigor from his dreary thoughts.

      ❝Apologies. I'm not in the way, am I? Just needed a little fresh air... A few of the ladies wear a little too much perfume,❞ he jests, fixing a grin upon his lips. ❝We haven't met, have we?❞ Vigor says before rising to his feet. It was enough of a faux pas to disappear from the crowd, he needn't make things worse by continuing to wallow in misery and paranoia. Besides, he has nothing to lose by learning who the strange tiefling was. He offers out his hand. ❝Vigor, of House Shieldbearer. A pleasure to meet you,❞ greeting him with a warm smile, far removed from the man sat in solitude just moments ago.

[zoklaanogar]

a hotd starter for @hcncrablesacrifice.

THE BASTARD DRAGON ──── that was what they called him , openly and without regret as he wanders the halls of the red keep. he keeps his head down , aware of the eyes that follow his every move , the whispers that follow him like a shadow. the product of a drunken night in the north with a house stark woman ; that's all he was. it mattered not that the blood of the DRAGON flowed through his veins just as the blood of the WOLF did. a bastard was a bastard , born to a KING or not.

JON PUSHES PAST THE COURTIERS , escaping deeper within the keep where they are not allowed. he nods to the men of his father's kingsguard , always kind to him , despite his status. his father had seen to that , seen to treat his bastard son as EQUAL to his trueborn daughter as he could without ruffling too many feathers. and while it was true that he would hold no titles nor inherit the throne , jon was CONTENT with his life. his half - sister had been named as his father's heir , and jon couldn't have been more proud.

HE TURNS A CORNER , headed to the courtyard to train with the kingsguard , when he SMACKS into the body of another. he staggers backward , spluttering an apology , when his grey eyes notice his dear sister's best - friend. quickly , jon straightens his posture and bows his head. " my apologies , lady hightower. i was in a rush. are you alright ? "

[wcvensouls]

" you're not getting rid of me that easily. "

@dreams-of-fate : sc .

[sorrymcm]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 incoming starter for @duedrops !

"i think the first rule with this kind of thing is to not panic. it'll be fine, we've got this." do they? sage isn't sure. "if it comes down to it, i'll take the fall."