#holding the man rp

[not-cool-deadpool]

Need me a spider man, but less of the man and more of the spider. Like 75% spider. And I need him to wrap me up in his web and carry me around on his fat spider butt. For reasons.

[cookidoughlilac]

I swear, every save of Inferno I keep on onedrive gets corrupted in some way 🙈 I don't suppose anyone knows where to find a good, uncorrupted version?

[goatjam]

holding hands, how scandalous!

oh boi ffxiv art! ft my Viera Zero and @rakunoko's elezen Valtin

these two losers live rent free in my head

[commanders-quarters]

Hello, Mr Tartarus! My name is Abigail Forty-two! I've stumbled upon this multiverse's page, and immediately became fascinated with your composition! What keeps you together? How are you even able to function?!

Technically speaking, your existence should be impossible, but... well, since you are a sentient AI that has evolved a series of biological components to allow neuronal functions inside of your drives, I'm more surprised you didn't just decide to ascend into a full organic body!

Oh my Motherboard, you are sooo incredible! Compared to you my kin is barely grasping the concepts of sentience... While you were created IN THE REAL WORLD!! I COULD LITERALLY CRASH FROM THE EXCITEMENT!!!

I'd like to talk with you again! Until next time, ♾️ bless sēo goddess of order, for allowing us to speak again. ♾️

It came to him as a strange note, left on the digital desktop of a computer in the control room, which had been picked out seemingly at random from the identical dozens that already laid in rows within the area. The words had been delivered in the form of a voice message file, the precise contents of which would have gone entirely unnoticed by the commander had its existence not been pointed out by Helui, one of his elites.

"Please, sir, don't misunderstand. I only neglected to tell you about it because it seemed so... inconsequential! I don't think a child saying hello poses any inherent threat--"

"Look beyond the limitations of your visor for once." he interrupted with a snap.

"There is a bigger picture here. If any ordinary juvenile can send me a message via computer at their own leisure, then it is a security issue. Fix it. Now. I don't care how many of the soldiers you need to do it."

The haste with which he dismissed her caused her lip to stiffen with dissatisfaction. It could've been defiance, but that was riskier to express.

"Are you going to... give it a listen, at least?" she asked, the seaweed strands embedded beneath her scalp flaring bravely.

Denewiah strode close. Closer. Too close. For a few seconds, as he leers down at her, he appears to be weighing the pros and cons of igniting an argument over the indirect insubordination. He was not known to be charitable, but his paranoia was even less so. Room for negotiation was slimmer than usual. Eventually, though, it simply walked past her to lean down and tend to the offending message itself. With a click, he gave it a listen.

...

Initially, Denewiah assumes a displeased position with his right arm perched upright and his fingers splayed out across the front of his cold faceplate, like the pose one conjures up when suppressing a migraine-- whether it be sincere or entirely exaggerated in its presence. But as it further ponders the implications of certain statements made by the voice, it comes to understand that whoever sent this must be artificial themself. That alone was intriguing. His hand finds a more thoughtful, reserved stance under his 'chin'.

"Fascinating," it muses aloud.

Helui's aching shoulders sag with relief immediately. As she understands it, it's a good thing when he says that.

"There's... a user ID tagged onto the file. Do you plan on recording... a response?" she asked tentatively.

Tartar crosses its arms, silently amused with the idea. Amusement wasn't bad. It was pleasant, even, in moderation. Strict moderation.

"Perhaps. Perhaps I will," he humored.

The lumbering machine straightens back out, regarding his soldier with an irritated flick of his wrist as he begins on his rigid path out of the control room, calling out to her just one last time on the way towards the exit:

"And fix that damn bug in the system!"

[alchemicaladarna]

So another really heartbreaking part of Sweet Despair from yesterday was the villager scene at around 24:06 I believe?

Because it's not really like a big detail, and it might not resonate that much with people, but this really broke my heart. Idk maybe it's because I recognized the exact same reaction in some of my loved ones, but damn, this part just got too real.

It's one thing to have your character just forget, but here is this whole scene where qbbh is just upset, looking for cage traps, desperately trying to fix something that doesn't need to be fixed. He sounded so upset just walking in and out of the kitchen, trying to look for cage traps because he doesn't remember the villagers are supposed to be there.

And poor Pomme is trailing after him, patiently trying to calm him down and ground him. Trying to reassure her father that everything is alright. It's ok, the villagers are supposed to be there. It's ok, dad, Dapper would have wanted them there. And he only calms down when he gets distracted by another subject.

[silkendandelion]

saw gladiator 2 and have so many ideas for that ancient roman AU

save me Senator Arcade, save me

[irl-batsignal]

does jason's hair actually not hold dye? how does that work

does the dye just slide off??

..how does this work??

[king-midas-fortnite]

🧪

What was life like for you while trapped in the underworld?

I'd really rather not discuss this.

[He takes a short breath as a throbbing discomfort starts.]

It wasn't anything I couldn't handle--

[The breath becomes a hiss through his teeth and a hand flies up to his head as the serum's ingrediants ignite a firey pain behind his eyes.]

Fuck--Alright! It was awful, is that not enough!? I was in hell! Imprisoned there by a god who was angry that a man had evaded him for far longer than any mortal should ever be able to. 

It wasn't a full two thousand years for me thanks to the Zero Point's own timeline, but it was for him, and thats all he gave a shit about! Gods are always so god damn arrogant.

[Thankfully the words spilling out of him relieve the pressure in his mind, but they do nothing to quell the discomfort of remembering things so horrible.]

Every day. For four years. Was a fucking nightmare. Total isolation in a cell to myself was broken up by the goading voices of shades that he allowed to taunt me, or torture from the ones powerful enough to remain corporeal. 

And by the visions given to me! Whether they were from him, or from the shades, I don't know and I don't care. 

When they weren't showing me the death of my daughters over and over and over again! they'd show me escape. I'd be running out of my cell and towards freedom, towards Jules, only to wake right back where I was, sitting on the stone floor with one hand chained above my head while my other arm, useless and handless lay at my side.

I could not eat. I could not sleep. I felt nothing but pain and misery for every hour spent in that miserable place. 

[He laughs, humorlessly. Manically.]

Oh, but sometimes, he'd bless me with his company. Hades. He'd grace me with a visit himself, come to remind me that this would be my eternity. That he owned me. 

I think what was most horrendous, was I started to look forward to him dropping by. At least it was something, anything, other than the fucking shades! 

[He takes a large breath and heaves a sigh. The pain from the serum had worn off entirely, leaving him exhausted.]

There. You have your answer, and I need a drink.

[killianlynch]

Fuckin stole the goddamn pregnancy of the last bitch I knocked the fuck up and trolled the hell outta booboo Kitty fuck with it 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 @juliusthedressmaker ur an adorable fuckin dumbass fr 😂🫶

[kycken]

"Izana, do you hate me now?" Shinichiro asked, staring the other down. He could feel the sting where izana had punched him again and again. And he had done nothing to stop them. After all, didn't he deserve it for lying? - Shini to Izana

"What the FUCK is wrong with you-" Izana demands back, voice rising in volume due to the volatile mixture of emotions coursing through each vein, every nerve- confusion, disbelief, the pain of betrayal, self-directed shame over having fallen for such a cheap trick.

"Did it make you feel like a 'good person'? Was your fucking ego satisfied as soon as you decided to spare me your oh-so important time and energy, pretending to care about me, lying to my goddamn face about how we're siblings-"

They're already hyperventilating, clutching at the front of their rain-soaked t-shirt as their chest burns from the inside out and everything hurts so fucking much, they just want to struck dead on the spot rather than have this confrontation- Or better yet, maybe everyone else will have the decency to just give up and die.

"I knew I wasn't going to a boarding school, but I didn't want to scare her- I wanted her to at least have someone who gave a shit about her, because that fucking BITCH sure as Hell didn't! But she's the one who ended up with a family, so what was I even so worried about...? I should have just been concerned with myself," they realize aloud, wiping an open palm down the front of their face.

[ravensroleplays]

Lowkey want to do an actual FNAFxAHIT crossover RP at some point where Hatty is in the Pizzaplex, and Gregory ends up in Subcon Forest somehow...

[itsmiguel2099]

ooc: so I watched Thor: Ragnarok for a second time but the first time almost fully .. and uh… HELP ME I HAVE A Massive CRUSH ON LOKI STILL AND THEIR SISTER AND A Bit OF THOR LIKE HOLY FUCK?!

Hear me out please cause I’m just JEHCUDD .

[momijiba]

THANK YOU KAZUHA FOR BEING THE LITTLE MUSE THAT IS LIVING RENT FREE IN MY MIND 24/7!!!!

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Y-Yes," Susannah managed to bring herself to say, hoping she wasn't coming off as too suspicious with her lack of quickness in speaking; her mouth trying desperately to keep up with her racing mind and pounding heart. "I, uh, I'm her...younger cousin. W-We haven't seen each other in a-a little while, b-but when she invited me to the party, o-of course I said yes!"

As for her dress, she fidgeted for a long moment, toying with the skirts before she answered, "I-It's, uh...i-it's custom! I...I know someone out in Mississippi that makes b-beautiful custom dresses, s-so I, uh...I commissioned her before I came here."

She couldn't decide what was more surreal: The fact that she was sitting here making pleasant conversation with the de Clairs, who remained blissfully unaware of who she really was and how she really knew their boy, or the fact that she was talking about herself as if she were a separate entity altogether! It was enough to make her head spin, and she was grateful for the glass of water a passing maid put down on the table-it was much-needed in the moment.

As she drank and smiled and continued to try to ease herself into the cheerful conversation, she couldn't help but glance Philippe's way, watching his eyes, his face: He was quick to make a cover story for her (which she appreciated), but just how long could they keep this ruse up? Would it just be for the night...

...or would this be a strange chance for them to be together?

[thwipsthrown]

"Gambit been tinkin'. Dere any way t'become a professional boytoy?"

[hershelwidget]

When he Mafia AUs on your Inkling till you [The Mind Electric AMV]

I don't. Know what that caption is. I just wanted something funny to deter from the fact that this is probably the most threatening Inkling I'm ever gonna draw. why is he like that. peepaw stop glaring at someone in the distance like that you're scaring the crew