#hope you don't mind XD

[themisterhip]

The Sun-Borg is here✨

(Reference to that Mizuki cover <3)

[cienie-isengardu]

Shang Tsung: Yes, that's right - I have created a perfect clones of Sub-Zero... Perhaps, I could sell you a few, for a right price of course! Customer: Nice! How much does one cost? Shang Tsung: Priceless. Customer: But I wanna buy one or two... Shang Tsung: I said PRICELESS, you DUMBASS!

I'm blaming @bi-hans' tags for this one. Of course Shang Tsung would made clones of Sub-Zero and then refused to sell them, even if that was how he planned to get money in the first place 🤣

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Get to Know You / Catch Up Tag

Tagged by @hannah-heartstrings and @wispstalk. Hiiiiii :D

Imma tag @the-sunlit-earth, @thescrolls-haveforetold, @apollinariafh, @everybodyknows-everybodydies, @ijiwaruuma, @katastronoot, @cheeseandstrawberrytartlover, @nerevar-deactivated202003211520, @devilrose. Hiiiii to you all <3

Currently reading: Well, it's every Thiefguard snippet @hannah-heartstrings tagged me :D

Last song I listened to: ��ラキラの灰 『Twinkling Ash』, the end theme from Dungeon Meshi. I love Dungeon Meshi so much. I hope one day I can draw food as good too. (or cook as good as well haha)

Last series: Hilda. I always love magic and mystic creature. It's cool to see it in a modern setting.

Last movie: Princess Mononoke. It's quite scary, in both visual and concept. Sometimes I think we as people really failed the nature. Also I really like Ashitaka's only sleeves outfit.

Currently watching: My Hero Academia. I understand why it's so popular, bc it's so good!!!! You go! Midoriya shonen!

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy?: Sweet sweet sweet. I'm craving chocolate in this cold cold winter.

Relationship status: I'm going to marry my bed in this cold cold winter.

Favorite color: I think I like color green lately.

Current obsession: Sewing and crochet. We have some old bed sheets and I just sew some kyoobs for no good reason XD and I make a string bag with crochet net on the outside.

Tea or Coffee: Tea. I recently really like matcha and Barley tea.

Last Thing I Googled: Winter armor. Because it's winter time. I need my dudes dress accordingly.

[kokodrawings]

👑 A king and his knight 🛡️

Finished version here!

[artemistorm]

New picrew time! Check out this picrew I found called Toon Me.

No pressure tags @celestialjerma, @dowawitch, @uniquevoidflowers, @twilitprincess, @mushroom-soup-is-my-religion, @cricketflour, @cal-the-imp @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat And anyone else who wants to!

[hells-sirenqueen]

:Return of Lilith ~ Post God's Judgement:

For hours, Lilith was lost in a sea of darkness, screams and voices yelling at her. Even from the beginning of her life, voices were raised against her.

Was it a fault of hers that she was independent? That she had a voice that demanded to be heard above the suppression forced upon her?

If she was meant to represent humanity, the Seraphim - God Himself, had a piss poor design plan. She wasn't going to let anyone stop her from being heard.

The only one who truly seemed to listen to her was Lucifer. Oh Lucifer..

Her darling husband. Recalling her last moments, she felt a pang of regret for the pain she inflicted upon him. She never enjoyed the idea of hurting him on purpose in ways that were not enjoyable for both parties. However, what was done was done. Lilith could barely remain standing most days. Taking what chances she could to lay down or sit upon the lap of a contact to allow her catch her breath; masking her need to rest behind flirtatious advancements. No one wanted to see a Queen of Hell crumbling near the eve of battle. She had to put on a brave face.

So many key moments in her life replayed over and over as she heard the voice of God utter his judgement. After so many frequent visits, his voice only mildly amuse him as he recounted her sins. A part of her wanted to cackle like a gremlin. She held no remorse for anything he uttered.

Oh the time for judgement is upon Lilith. Let us see what her sins may be. Oh this list is quite long, longer than most. Oh let’s see, notable ones on the list. Over one hundred counts of sexual acts with persons not wedded to you. Oh dear, not the saintly type I see. Oh, you have cursed my name 1,567,899 times in your life. Bravo! Oh! This one is my favorite, shall we look and see? Defying the Holy Creator’s word. There is so much more but let us put that aside for now. You have a body to get back to, hmm? I believe we both know where that soul is going. I would say what a shame to see you go, but balance is balance. The First Man an Angel, The First Woman a Sinner. Poetry.

Yeah right. Poetry her ass.

But she already knew from their previous encounters - their very first one, in fact, that she was created to be the counter balance of Heaven when it came to the human souls. He was telling her nothing new. Nothing she didn't already know.

She came to terms centuries ago that Hell was her home. It was where she belonged. There were no gags on her voice. Restrictions to her actions. Hell, to Lilith, was freedom.

Hell...was home.

Her soul was Hell bound and she embraced it, welcomed her fate. She had kept her beloved waiting long enough.

Surrounded by shadow, Lilith embraced her sins. She was a Queen of Hell. There was no shame, no regret in her words nor actions.

She had often been called the Queen of Monsters by God.

Is that how he saw her? Well, so be it. What's more title?

Lilith Morningstar, the Queen of Hell, Queen of Monsters, Mother of Sinners, Wife of Lucifer Morningstar and Mother of Charlotte Morningstar.

All titles she held close to her heart as she stepped forward from the shadows. Golden hues glowing as she gazed over Hell from above.

Her new demonic form mimicking her admiration towards serpents as she admired her new lavender skin tone. Interesting. She wore her favorite color. How kind of Hell to give her a shade that she adored.

Giving one glance around to get her barrings; Lilith noted that she was in the Cannibal District. Vines from flesh eating plants were spotted all along the sidewalks, cannibals preparing for battle while the grand hall behind her had doors that were rattling. Tendrils of flesh eating Eldritch beasts barely being kept in place. As much as she would love to help her people at the moment, Lilith had only one thing, well one person, on her mind.

Lucifer.

Flying upward, she makes haste back to their home, taking full advantage that the shadows increased her movement speed until she was close enough to the palace. She paused by the door. A little hesitant to enter but she pushed it open to see that Lucifer was curled up at her side of the bed.

Poor thing.

He was really going through it, wasn't he?

Well, she would ease his mind as best she could now. Crawling onto the bed beside Lucifer, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "My darling sweet love dove. Don't weep. I am here."

ll @hells-greatestdad ll

[heretodefyfate]

Can you draw Child Lin with one of the Reborn protags? I headcanon that they have a wholesome family relationship together. If you're strictly sticking to one then just Child Lin if you want to do so :)

"if i cry over a lemonade, you're not allowed to tell anyone, okay?"

[moonspirit]

Hi! I so absolutely adore your Aruani at fort Salta series! You are amazing and thank you so much for your work!!!

Can you please give us more touch-starved Annie in her wet kitten stage with Armin comforting her, but at the same time they are comforting each other? This is the best content Im so crying my tears because of them TT^TT

Ahhhhh hi, hello, thank you so much for reading T^T I'm very glad you're enjoying the series!

As for touch-starved Annie - yes, I'll give you headcanons for now! (Because as far as VBEOW goes, the touch-starving has already begun - whatever skinship you got from the latest chapter is the last for a long, long while haha xD)

Touch Starved Annie headcanons:

Annie, never having been touched in that way before, cannot shake the sensation of how Armin's hand felt around hers on the boat. Firm, sure, soft, gentle.

So, despite feeling awkward and not knowing what to say, she's always lingering somewhere near him or silently helping him with his work, hoping maybe their fingers will brush or shoulders will bump.

Because she can't possibly ask him to touch her, oh no. She's probably not a good enough person for that.

But privacy is not a thing that exists on Fort Salta, not with people in every nook and corner of the rocky desert, so Annie learns to focus on the little, secretive things about Armin; things she can lose herself in for as long as she wants without having to worry about who's present or watching - like sound.

She becomes so fixated on the sounds he makes; his voice as he speaks, his soft laughter, the rustling of his clothes, and the breath in his sighs. She realizes that more than anything, she'd like to feel his skin on hers again and hear him talk, just to her.

... Still, she can't possibly ask him that!

At the same time, the novelty that comes with seeing a long life spreading out in front of her is overwhelming, together with profound loneliness. Conversations with her father are not enough, they don't fill the Armin-shaped hole in her heart no matter how hard she tries.

At night she lies curled up in bed, tears slipping out of her eyes, wondering what it feels like to be held. Because it's so cold, the threadbare blanket is like a layer of snow, chilling her bones and turning her frigid with all the feelings she's never allowed herself to feel so far.

But then, it does happen one day - another touch. When Armin's fingers do accidentally skim along hers, she flinches, oversensitive as she is, leaving before Armin has a chance to ask her what's wrong.

Because she couldn't have known just how sweet and warm an inch of skin could be.

She couldn't have known how much it makes her want to scream.

She couldn't have possibly known the intensity of the pain following the loss of that touch.

She couldn't have known about the yawning black void she's been in all this time, without the press of warm skin to depend upon.

Her craving only gets worse from there.

Unfortunately, Armin becomes very careful never to get too close to her from that point onward. He's scared he's put her off by his presence alone and those light touches he never intended to make.

Because why would she be comfortable with that? With someone like him? He's nowhere near deserving of her, not after what he did to her.

All the same, it haunts him, the softness of her skin and the smallness of her wrist. He wishes he could step into her space and breathe in her scent, because if there's one thing that makes him warm and alive, it's the icy coldness of her skin.

Like the shine of her crystal that had kept him sane, for four years.

Things are now like a nightmare. Annie doesn't know what to do. Armin never gets close to her. And it hurts, it hurts so bad, why can't he just touch her? If only he'd hold her the way he holds anything else, so tenderly and securely in his arms.

Every night she aches for it, longing for his voice and his breath.

But there's only so long she can go without breaking down. And one day, she does.

Just as Armin's about to leave for his tent, she reaches out. For a little bit of his shirt - just the sleeve over his elbow - and tugs.

And she whispers, broken and weak, "Please, don't leave me alone."

For two souls as lonely and starved as they are, these words are like a miracle sent down from the heavens.

From then on, Armin makes sure to touch her, whenever possible.

A discreet hand curling around her wrist. Shoulders brushing so lightly that nobody sees. A pinky hooking over her pinky, to satisfy a burning hunger to hold hands. Fingers, coaxing hers apart to make room between the gaps for his own - and he squeezes, tight, palm on palm. Her name, called out so sweetly next to her head. A hug, all warmth with no space for any chill, body to body and feet between feet, face pressed into a neck, a nose pressed into hair. Sleeping together in the tent, her face in his shoulder, so warm even under the moth-eaten blankets because his legs and arms are holding her, so surely, firmly, gently and softly.

The world as a whole seemed ice cold before, perhaps because of her pale blue eyes. His blues, however, make her so warm when they look at her, like the brightness under a sunny summer sky.

She couldn't have known, that he grew up like this, taller and broader, only to fit her into his frame so perfectly.

And he couldn't have known, that her walls of steel and ice could melt away so quickly, to implore him with eyes so teary, to hold her and hold her and keep holding her until nothing else matters anymore.

Bodies like magnets, drawn to each other by intention, excuse, and every other reason - in the past, in the future, and certainly, in this most precious present.

[sitelenco]

the ship dynamics are still coming man xd

anyways here's more MetaTuri to bless your timeline, and i decided to use coloured pencils for the sketch!

in all honesty, it was really fun kdjskjs ⚔️👁️‍🗨️

[jojo-schmo]

Hello ms bubble wizard mage maam', I was just wondering what are your thoughts on magolor regarding how he's apparently **highly aware** of all characters to ever exist in the kirbyverse

Also its become a trend where god is replaced with NOVA in the expressions... Do they know?

Ello ello!

I like Magolor a lot, but he is omniscient? That's news to me. Is there a source for that? :O Unless you're talking about that Magoverse trend I saw floating around a while back- I didn't see much but what I did encounter reminded me of all the different Sans Undertale AUs out there. Hehehe Magolor is quite versatile! What fun.

And I know people use Nova as an expletive when writing Kirby characters! It's cool!

I use profanity in real life but I personally try to not associate Kirby characters with it in the works I make. I want to diversify the vernacular of the citizens of Popstar so I made a small list of expletives I thought of, lol. They should have a variety of things to yell out when they stub their feet or an apple falls on their head! So I get randomly inspired out in the world and I make sure to write them down!

I remember seeing someone have the characters use expletives based on food, like for example, "For the love of shortcake!" or things like that. That idea's fun!! (If you are the person who had this headcanon and are reading this please tell me so I can credit you for it!)

Does anyone else have expletives/exclamations they write for Kirby characters? Please share them if you do heehee. It makes the world building feel more fleshed out and creative >:3

[magnusbae]

remember when tumblr activity was such that if you liked and unliked a post numerous times in a row, the person to whom you did it would get a literal wall of likes for the same post from you on their activity? Well, same vibe.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

low effort doodles for now cause i'm too tired to draw anything else</3

[adeadlysong]

@avoiceofcompassion

A hum left Tahirah as she finished putting together a plate of freshly baked cookies - baked by herself, of course!

The plan? Hand them out to the others for the sake of morale and good cheer. Mainly the latter.

...She thought she heard someone approaching. She turned, looking around, didn't see anyone at first. Green eyes scanned her surroundings, expecting someone to appear.

"Hello...?"

[muttsterion]

Yes hello i just recently got into south park and have been watching and rewatching for the past few months (im in hell) and i am so very starved for content. I found your blog and you seem well versed in kenny lore. So i have been doing my research on the mythos because reasons, and im trying to figure out what the curse on Kenny is. I have some thoughts and i wanna know what you think. So i kinda like the idea that Kenny is Hastur. Lore wise i feel like it could fit and be interesting. Like at the very least i think it could make an interesting fan fic

Hello! And welcome to my madness that is immortal boi Kenny! I think I actually remember seeing quite a bit of Kenny/Hastur lore floating around the internet/Tumblr...in fact I remember some fanfics from even before Mysterion arrived on the show where he had some other worldly connections. Not sure if any were Cthulhu/Eldritch Abomination related/inspired but I remember a few of them that had Kenny searching for his origins and them being connected to somewhere far very from Earth in space...sort of like what canoniaclly happened to Mintberry Crunch. So the ending of that trilogy got pretty damn close before realizing the guy in the bubble wasn't talking to Mysterion. XD

But after the reveal Eldritch Kenny/Mysterion has been pretty popular…a form I'd love to see make a canon appearance but I love it even if just appears in fanon. This truly dark entity that's just waiting to be released from its Earthly shell. I myself have personally played with the idea of Kenny being a lot more powerful than he seems due to his immortality. He never really discovers just how powerful he is until later in his life. And this was way before it was revealed he had any connections to Cthulhu and his related mythos. So ha I feel Kenny secretly being Hastur or some other actual Eldritch entity/or any kind of immortal entity or deity would fit perfectly in my book. I do recall Trey saying something , probably in a joking manner of course, that he was a semi-deity, so who knows? Maybe the walking laughing gag has actually been a god in a disguise with the worse sort of luck. Unknown even to himself. I mean would explain why the Cult Leader just targeted Mysterion out of nowhere...maybe Cthulhu sensed a threat that he tried to take out and was unsuccesful? Ha maybe. That all would in fact make for a very interesting, in-depth fanfic or even if they decided to give us an actually in detail Kenny lore/origins episode/special.

[doublejango]

[introduces Blitz to miniature horses]

"What the fuck? Who-- are you--what are you, like, jelly bean horses?" he asked the first miniature horse to approach him. When the animal looked alarmed and bolted away, Blitz stood up straight and put his hands on his hips.

"Hey! I was talking to you! How come none of you are talking? How come... wait..." Eyes widening, he turned to look around the pasture. It was true. Not a single one of these horses had anything to say. They were just...

They were...

Animals?

"No," he whispered. "No, no. No, no..." Horses weren't animals! They were people! Every soap he watched made that obvious! Horses were people, they were--they were--fuck! Horrified, Blitz leapt over the fence--and fell facefirst off the other side of it, landing in a pile of manure. He pushed himself upright, spitting and gagging. "Ugh, shit, fuck. What the fuck, what kind of fucked up dimension is this? This--"

Something snorted near him. Warm, moist breath blew across his neck.

Blitz went very, very still. For a long moment, he didn't look up, but the fascination proved to be too much. Slowly, he turned his head up--oh, yeah. Fuck. Exactly what he thought it might be. A bull.

The bull snorted and pawed the ground.

Smiling, Blitz got to his feet. "Heyyyy, uh. Nice doggie. Listen, can you understand me? Because those tiny fucking horses ca--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T!" His scream continued as he flew across the farmyard, finally crashing through the roof of a barn.

When he landed amidst a group of hens, Blitz rubbed the crystal for all he was worth and dove through.

Fuck. Since when were horses animals??

[alchemicalbalance]

Random starter for @boombambaby 🌟

This curious alchemist slowly treads near the tall structure just a few feet in front of him, admiring the many sculptures and paintings as it warms his artistic heart to see such dedication and detail put into each stroke and line.

He moved his right gloved hand over the marbled stone, taking in the texture with delicate ease, not to disrupt or disturb the work put into this.

His ocean blue irises then peer over at the building, his head tilts as the urge to sketch such a magnificent structure was threatening to take over his mind.

He must stay alert though as he was foreign in this new world, best to not to get lost in this moment.