#if not i can redo it!!

[winterreigned]

@poweresides hit the heart for jon !

𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒, for sansa had been riding north for days and days on end. her only company had been brienne and podrick, yet her words were seldom and far between. thoughts had been plagued with eager desperation to see her brother. despite all the anticipation, sansa still felt worry. yes, there was fear for ramsay's men finding them, but above all there was a perhaps, irrational, anxiety that ate away at her. the last time sansa saw jon, she declared loudly for all that he was her BASTARD brother. the young sansa had never taken ownership of her kin, had misaligned from him. it is now, all these years later, that suffering and longing had made her aware of her errors.

would he not receive her? she knows jon was never the sort to push his siblings away, and despite how awful she could be to him, they were still family after all. yet, all the same, sansa couldn't blame him if he refused to protect her. or maybe such thoughts could be attributed to time away from winterfell. from time watching family stab family in the back, whether it be lannisters, baratheons, or boltons. that wasn't the stark way, their father's memory assures her this. it is what keeps her trekking on through bitter snows and frigid air.

it is with wide blue eyes she takes in castle black. it is much like how uncle benjen described, not luxurious in the slightest. yet, to sansa, it was the most beautiful place in westeros in this very moment. it is the first time in years she can take a deep breath. all she has been doing is surviving, and in this moment, she wants to simply just ──── be. that is all she desires as she lowers herself off her steed, legs raw and sore from all the riding ( as well as the decorations ramsay cared to add to porcelain skin). men watch, surely intrigued. two women just had entered the gates, not a common occurrence on the wall. yet she ignores the stares, ears fall deaf to hushed whispers of curiosity. light hues search, almost frantically, hoping to spot locks of raven hair and grey eyes in the crowd. please, she thinks, please be here.

THERE - in an instant, they seem to spot each other. it seems as if some unknowing deity has come upon her, has lifted tons off worn out shoulders. it is like soaking into a warm bath after being left out in the frost for hours. it is an explosion of relief and shock, and for the first time in years, HAPPINESS. it all provides her with the will to run with all the energy of a child engaged in a game of tag. she gives her brother no opportunity to voice anything, to do or see, for her arms are thrown around him. it is a moment she has dreamt up of, fantasized about when prisoner to lannisters and boltons alike. it felt like wolves were howling around them, like snow would fall from the sky. for wolves of winterfell were reunited, the north and winter would celebrate with their kin.

❝ jon, ❞ she whispers into his furs, not daring to let go. fear he would vanish and sansa would find herself bound to ramsay's quarters once more. ❝ oh, jon. i've missed you terribly. ❞

[imyourcomputergame]

[generallyjl]

truly a game changer episode of all time

[99monochrome]

Resting in the snipers nest.

[bamsara]

i will simply rewrite the whole thing. 3 days

[alicornze7]

get stupid sauced, idiots

This is, quite possibly, dumbest post I’ve ever made

one could even say the stupi-*gets shot*

Pretend zooble isn’t there, they’re here for completion’s sake

[fortjester]

forgiveness in the locked tomb series (redux!)

[angermango]

Re: MEMENTO MORI

a few weeks back i suddenly had a lil kick and remembered I haven't tried making something for Madness Day or really done Madness stuff for a long time even though i still love these violent jellybeans dearly and figured I could redo a concept I did for the last Madness Day i did something for back in 2021.

so naturally i left it until last night to actually do most of the drawing. Jeb, Hank and Tricky have all died a stupid amount of times.

[saragrosie]

Discooooooooooooooooooo

[lazycranberrydoodles]

transfems your wangxian

[emmyrosee]

ONG OMG OMG CLOTHES SHOPPING WITH SAMU AND SHOWING HIM ALL UR OUTFITS WHILE HE SISTS AND COMPLIMENTS U AND AHHHHH 😍

“Okay. That one’s my favorite.”

You roll your eyes and snicker as his eyes glaze up and down your body, a smile on his face while he soaks you all in. “They’ve all been your favorite, baby,” you remind him.

“I can’t help that you look good in everything,” he scoffs, leaning his elbows on his knees. "What, are you saying I shouldn't be grateful for dating a goddess? You're out of your mind."

Your cheeks are blazed from his words and your mind swirls, how he’s so sweet and the best at hyping you up keeping your heart pounding in your chest. Osamu’s always had the way to make you melt into a pile of mush, though doing it in public so boastfully is definitely new.

“I think I’ve got one more,” you assure, stepping back k into the dressing room.

“I miss you,” he calls.

“I miss you more,” you return, and you pick up the final article of clothing- a short, tight dress, one you snuck in when he was looking at men’s shoes so he’d never get a peek before seeing it adorning your body.

It slips on and fits like a glove.

You’re pretty sure you saved the best for last.

You smirk at your reflection as your hands smooth down the dress, giving yourself a little spin in the wide mirrors. You sigh softly, happily, and you hear him chuckle, “don’t leave me in suspense, come on now.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for me,” you challenge.

You hear him scoff, “oh, I’m ready for you.”

You’re quick to fiddle with the lock and open the door, revealing yourself for the nth time today.

This time, however, his jaw drops. His eyes widen and they shamelessly take you all in, and the smirk that starts to spread is captured by his teeth as he sinks his them into the fat of it. His body tightens, and he lets out a small sigh through his nose, a small hand coming up to card his hair back.

“Holy fuck.”

“Osamu!” You giggle. “Dont say that!”

“You look… divine, momma,” he exhales, dropping his hand and resting it on his knee. “I was full of it before- this one’s my favorite.”

“Yeah?” You mewl, using your index finger to beckon him closer, and as if tranced, he stands up and makes his way to you, hands immediately reaching out to rest on your hips. “You like it that much?”

“I love it, angel face,” he confesses, his eyes shining with adoration and complete obsession. “If you get nothing from today- which you absolutely should- get the dress. For me.”

“For you?”

He chuckles, “yeah. Wanna look at you in it forever.”

[cubbihue]

Heyyyyy I'm fully in love with your itty bittys au. The name, the concept, the art etc. But you might want to change the name because apparently "itty bittys" is the tag for small breasts. You could imagine looking for fan art of a children's show and getting bombarded with nudes is a little startling.

(Btw I love your overly affectionate uncle jorgon so much! May we have some more of jorgon just being affectionate and silly?)

ITS A TAG FOR WHAT. HUH. WHAT. OUGH.

This knowledge has haunted me for weeks. Ever since I got this ask. It’s too late to fix that now. They’re just. Itty Bitty for me :(

ANYWAYS!!!! Jorgen!!! Jorgen loves his nephews. They like being launched from his biceps when he flexed them. Or, well, Timmy likes being launched. Peri, not so much. But Peri’s NOT a crybaby about it!!! He’s being VERY very brave!!!!

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dungeon Meshi: Delicious in RPG!

(Sprites + bonus art here!)

[peachducy]

what if that one scene from azran legacy was animated

[ribbononline]

Sylv/Gard + Shiny fusion

[ink--theory]

i believe agent 8 and parallel canon should kiss, as a little treat :3c