#hmmm dunno

[kokyuchusei]

if you were a deity what would youb be the god of

warfare and strategy

prideful and ambitious, your followers come to you for guidance and luck in battles they feel are too much for them. you embody the bravery and bloodlust of warfare and the battle intelligence for strategy and leadership. Your patience tends to thin around those who don’t respect you or question your intelligence and strength.

[essektheylyss]

Jester: Hey, you can die here if you want but WE'RE getting out. We've got a wedding to host and it WILL be happening, apocalypse or no.

[anemonet]

Iterator can from my wips (please read that in the tone of blorbo from my show :) (that superstructure is a girl (he/it) to me)

[xyrali]

i don’t think i posted this

[front-facing-pokemon]

[sysig]

For Requestober No.2

What about Handplates Gaster and Papyrus trying hard to have a bonding activity and Sans just chilling behind them eating popcorns...?

👉🏻👈🏻

Day 14 - He's supervising

[simelune]

dressed up juni so i could (maybe) play the game... she's just a gal who likes to wear whatever she likes :')

[imagionationstation]

@puma-or-cougar & @greenlovescats

Here:

He clenched his quivering hands and weakly mumbled, "S-Sorry, guys, I- I messed up the mission, didn't I?" 

"It's not your fault." There was definitely a underlying frustration in Leo's voice. 

Donnie wanted to duck into his shell and disappeared forever. He'd ruined the mission and disappointed his older brother. Hadn't Leo told him this would happen? Why hadn't he listened? 

Everthing was going so well! Yet, turtle luck just had to remain true to form. 

"What happened?" That was Raph. It sounded like he was standing behind Leo and was stewing about something or another. He probably regretted agreeing to come along. Donnie should have known he wasn't cut out for plans or team leading. He should have stayed in his lane. 

Couldn't he do anything right? 

"Baxter caught me by surprise." Donne winced as he realized that this admittance only added onto his already pathetic appearance. Taken down by flyface of all mutants? Seriously? "Threw a vial of some sort at my face." 

The perilous extent of what he said came crashing down at him all at once. "Do I look okay? No face peeling or anything? No spots, weird bruising, or unnatural paleness?"

"You look fine, Donnie." Leo reassured as the clothe was pulled away, as if he was checking to confirm his statement. "How do you feel?" 

"The pain stopped." Donnie breathed in relief, assuming that the lack of command to keep his eyes shut meant that he was allowed to open them. He blinked a few times, waiting for them to adjust to the dark surroundings. 

They didn't. 

"Donnie?" 

Panic seized his chest he scanned around him, trying to find even the tiniest speck of light that could hint that they really were just sitting in an unreasonably dark alley. Everything was the same shade of black and he felt his breath hitch as this sunk in, mind screaming denials as he reached up abruptly.

"Ow!" 

He felt the collision as he hit something and he yanked his hand back, holding it in a fist over his pounding heart as he realized how close Leo's voice was. It had to be only a few inches in front of him, but he couldn't see him at all. He looked down and flexed his fingers, trying to see if he could spot any movement there. 

He felt his hand move in a disorienting way, but still he could see nothing. 

"-Donnie!" 

It occurred to him then that his brothers had been calling his name, and the squeezing on his wrist snapped him from his daze. It was a tight, unnerving grip on the arm that he couldn't see, and from a brother that was equally as invisible, hidden beneath an impenetrable cloak of black. 

"Bro, talk to us." Mikey was taking his turn to speak, and the grip on his wrist tightened. Mikey must have had his arm and his silence was worrying his little brother.

Donnie swallowed hard and he refused to look up, staring down at the black as he tried to convince himself that it was a bad dream. It felt like time was paused, as if the entire world waiting to hear his horrible assessment. "I-I can't..." 

His word died as he felt his hand shake within Mikey's steady grip, looking up as the horror finally sunk in. Mikey's voice was equally scared, like he already knew what Donnie was barely forcing himself to comprehend. "You can't...?" 

"I can't-" The panic bubbling in his gut burst. "I can't see!" 

And Here:

He allowed Raph to lead him away as Leo turned his attention to the youngest. "Mikey. Could you go get Splinter?"

Mikey placed the last vial down on the table and nodded several times, happy to be useful. "On it!" 

He dashed out of the room and Raph release Donnie so he could sit down, but his younger brother somehow managed to miss, chair slipping out from under him and rolling in the opposite direction. He hit the ground and Raph paused guiltily, expecting a deserved outburst of how he should have waited five more seconds to let go. 

Donnie said nothing. 

He blinked rapidly and then pulled his knees up to his chest, settling right on the floor where he fell. Somehow this seemed worse, and Raph hesitated on how to approach his younger brother's sulky air. He decided to give him space, but after a good sixty seconds of silence, he watched his younger brother stiffen. 

Pin-prick eyes darted left and right. He lowered his hands, a note of fear touching his voice, "Raph? Raph?"

"Cool it." Raph walked over and dropped down next to him. His voice came out more irritated than intended, but what did Donnie think he did? Walked off and left him like this? 

His brother really should give him a little more credit. 

"R-right, right." Donnie exhaled shakily. "I just- I can't-" He faced towards the floor. "Nevermind." 

And just like that, Raph felt guilty all over again. 

He wasn't one for reassurance or small talk- not much of an optimist- so he just set a hand over his younger brother's and stared up at the roof, tone bored. "I ain't going anywhere." 

The tension faded from his body almost instantly. Donnie unconsciously grasped his older brother's hand in his own, the hothead's face blanching before reluctantly allowing it. 

[hungharrington]

Nononono DONT think about Steve lounging in your bedroom and looking so precious staring at the ceiling and talking nonsense that you’re not really paying attention to because his shirt is riding up and you’re staring at his happy trail and don’t think about going over to him and tickling it, nuzzling it, licking it, biting it, kissing it literally just doting on it doting on him because he’s so precious

DONT THINK ?? NONNIE SAYS DONT THINK ABOUT THIS??? bold of you to assume it’s not always on my mind 😵‍💫 

he’ll be doing that thing he does, like grabbing a baseball or smth that he’s got in his room and chucking it up over and over as he just talks to you — and you’re supposed to be getting ready so you guys can leave, but you’ve accidentally got stuck half hovering in the doorway to his bathroom to listen to him and honestly? getting ready goes outtt the window the moment he chucks the baseball too far back and his whole shirt rides up a bit when he reaches for it and fuckkkk, there’s that happy trail you actually cannot get enough of 🤤

steve is blissfully unaware of your staring, pouting over losing the ball, which has rolled out of reach. he flops back on the bed, arms tucking back under his head instead. he finally looks back over at you to check on you and catches your staring and gives a little chuckle, “what?” 

and you just sigh dramatically, and pad over to him and clamber up on the bed— slumping over so you’re resting your head on his tummy, looking up at him and steve is smiling all sweet at you, not at all having caught on to your antics. the first kiss is innocent enough, just a soft one to the warm skin of his tummy and steve smiles, cheeks going a bit pink, because listen, he knows you love his tummy. you have said it time and time again. so really it’s not that surprising when you dot another and another, nuzzling along the plains of his tummy and leaving hot wet kisses. it’s when you give the tiniest scrape of your teeth that steve sucks in a breath. 

“sweetheart,” he starts and you’re instantly pouting between your kisses. 

“what? m’not allowed to love on you?” you say, nosing along his navel, lips beginning to proper kiss and suckle along the skin, looking to see the faintest of bruises come up. steve releases a breath that sounds just faintly like a groan and it makes you grin like a cheshire cat. you continue, nose nuzzling the hair along his happy trail while you work a lovebite on his navel, nipping and sucking in a way that definitely has his hips shifting beneath you. his hands have long since moved down from behind his head to grip at the sheets but it’s not like that— well, not quite like that, honest :( you just want to dote on him! 

“we’re- you’re suppose… supposed to be getting ready,” steve reminds you, words a lot breathier this time and you’re wickedly delighted at the sound of him. your hands are half holding his hips still, half tracing your thumbs along his hip bones because it’s true, you just love his tummy, his navel, his happy trail — you could press kisses here all day happily. “s’just kisses, baby.” you break away for a moment to say. your continue working a nice hickie right beside his happy trail and murmur into his skin, “just love you. love your tummy,” you hum and steve actually does groan aloud at that, eyes screwing up a bit, pinker in the face. steve knows you mean it too; you adore him but especially this part of him & steve’s never had this kind of devotion before, it literally makes his head spin. least to say, you guys are very late to heading out :))

[kokyuchusei]

what is your place in the royal court?

the queen.

dignified in your regality, you are a beacon of reason... the true power behind the throne, you take heed of all, cautious in each move you make. some may call you callous in your calculation, but they do not know your heart.

[blobee]

Elloooooooo

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⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS⚠️

• BLOOD

• BRIGHT COLORS

• DEATH

• GORE (I think?)

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Another background color V

[aro-of-fortune]

Something on the horizon

[kogglyuffs]

im bored ok

[starcraftt]

pony loves taking his partners hand and pressing a chaste kiss to their palm before interlacing their fingers send tweet

[mew-aka-mimichan]

Art as of late…?? 🥺

Also happy earth rotation day woot woot 🎉

[purple-space-aliens]

yo it’s time to curl up in my den (bed) with all my small friends (plushies), watch the other creatures pass by (look at nonhuman tumblr) and then cozy down for the eepy time (mandatory 7 hours of sleep)