#im actually quite proud of myself for this

[yanderespamton78]

Guys guys guys new theory/hc time that I have not seen anyone mention

Something that basically everyone disregard about the Addison trash zone dialogue is the fact that orange Addison says "I heard he started looking for any way to become more popular." Meaning that he likely didn't know spamton when he was an Addison due to the fact that they didn't know he was looking for a way to become more popular first hand. And if they were friends or brothers how did he not know this??? But interestingly enough, it's soon followed by "he was on the phone all the time", meanng that oramge addison must have known him in his big shot era, and thetefore seen that he was on the phone all the time.

Also if you count in the spamton mannequin with the dress, why would orange Addison own this? And be trying to get rid of it?? There are no other cyber city darkners like Spamton. Also the dress is one of the dresses mettaton wears, and spamtons had plenty of parallels with mettaton in the past

AND orange is the only Addison who really expressed suspicion about the person on the phone. "one day, he made the right phone call, and found someone. Or, was he found... BY someone?". This would make sense if he knew spamton during his big shot era and saw his decline, and even more sense if spamton told the orange Addison what the phone person was saying (which is debatable ofc but it would make most sense for them to be telling spamton that he's special and stuff)

SO. What if orange Addison was a tailor for spamton when he was in the mansion? That would explain how he knew big shot spamton but not addispam, and why he has a spamton shaped mannequin, and why he expressed suspicion towards the phone person. It all fits

Anyways sorry if this is badly written but it is 5ami just desperately needed to tell the world

[androgynouscloudsurfer]

Man I'm so proud of myself I'm so proud and happy l

A lot of first attempts at drawing these characters and I did it with pen so it might look a Lil wonky but hey practice

[doodoodinklefart]

it's late but!!!! happy birthday suguru!!!!! you deserve the world 🥺🥺🥺🥺i could have gotten it on time but im rlly bad at planning LOOL but i hope you enjoy it anyway!! it's based on my own personal hc that suguru consumed his first curse on his birthday as a child and has associated his birthday with curses ever since (but satoru brings new meaning to it! i hate them very much)

also gonna add alt text soon! i just wanted to get it posted before the 5th LOL

edit: alt text added!

[neolxzr]

student au save me...... save me student au

[offorestsongs]

[SSR] Rosienne Minuit - The Rose Festival

after many tears, the main star is here!! 🌟 or, Rosienne's card for my fan event (which is also, technically, his hometown event)

surprisingly, he's not in a dress this time, but i saw the coat on Pinterest and couldn't resist myself. the yellow is, of course, a reference to Belle because one he deserves to be the main character for once and second because i wanted to drive home that he's got some inspiration from her too

[ voicelines under the cut // mention of @cheerleaderman's Astrid ]

Summon Line: Ah, you should be careful around here. Wouldn’t want to get your fingers pricked by the roses, would you? When Summoned: You better not slack off, Prefect. We have to get everything ready on time. Don’t look at me like that. I’m the boss here, I can lay down. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: How was it like growing up in a castle like this? Well, cold, mostly. Home Idle 1: I’ve been helping my dad run this place ever since I was a little kid. You can probably find lots of embarrassing photos of baby me in period clothes. Home Idle 2: Back in middle school, I never really invited any of my classmates to the festival. It’s kind of nice to do so now, you know? Home Idle 3: Somebody falling for you even despite your monstrous appearance, such a beautiful tale! That doesn’t happen in real life, of course, but it’s fun to indulge from time to time. Home Idle - Login: Yes, yes, I know, it’s weird seeing me in such bright colors. You don’t have to say it. Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: That dress looks spectacular on Astrid. Who knew he could look anything other than a sad medieval orphan? Home Tap 2: I invited Silver mostly because I’ve expected him to look real prince-like in here. And he does! His face is great at driving more guests in. Home Tap 3: My dad’s been so excited to meet my friends… and I’ve been stressed somebody will embarrass me before him. Home Tap 4: Despite her name, it is said that the Beautiful Princess valued inner beauty more than the person’s looks. I’m sure a certain someone could learn from her. Okay, okay, that was a joke! You don’t have to go repeating it to him! Home Tap 5: Riddle’s took to teach people historical tableside manners. Usually, only our staff knows so much about this sort of stuff. I’m kind of impressed. Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]

Duo Magic

ROSIENNE: You better not fall behind, pretty boy. VIL: Oh, I'd rather worry if you can keep up.

[josephtrohman]

you could say i’m something of a revolutionary

[didhewinkback]

good morning

a something old blurb !

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He’s been walking for over an hour, meandering down cobblestone streets while sipping on the cafecito he got from the local bakery, relishing in the early morning quiet of the city. Feeling like one of a million as opposed to one in a million, blending in with the other early risers gently reacquainting themselves with the world. How nice to feel so human, to get to live in this paradox of a day that starts this gentle and ends with him on stage in front of a stadium full of people. 

There’s only three shows left, which is just mental when he thinks about it. When he thinks about the man he was at the start of this tour versus the man he is now - more like the man he was trying to be at the start of this tour versus the man he is now, feeling like he’s lived a thousand lifetimes since he first stepped foot on that stage in Las Vegas two years ago. 

It’ll never be this way again, which has a certain comfort to it despite how utterly devastating a thought it is. A certain comfort to how ever changing life can be, how you can’t hold on to anything before time pulls it from your tight grasp. How all you can do is just be present and be grateful and take it all in. 

And he is. And he does. 

He’s quite proud of himself, if he’s honest. The way he’s been able to manage this whirlwind by surrounding himself with the greatest people to travel the world with - talented, respectful, on top of their shit. How he’s let himself celebrate the wins - and some of them have been massive - while not letting his head get too far up his own arse. How he’s abandoned his former all-or- nothing lifestyle, the way he used to let all of his relationships fall to the side when he was focused on work and touring. Instead, he has seen those relationships flourish and thrive, making him feel more complete and whole and loved than he has in ages and full of pride that he’s once again someone people go to when they need a friend, someone his friends trust will answer the phone, will be there to listen, to care, to help, to love. 

He’s feeling quite sentimental as he heads back up to the rental, pausing at the gate to lean up into the sunshine one more time, taking a deep breath before slipping inside and shutting it tight behind him. He’s careful to be quiet as he slips inside the door, silently toeing his shoes off and taking off his hat, running his fingers through his hair before he hears a small clatter and a muffled curse coming from the kitchen. 

He smiles, softly chuckling to himself. You’re up, then. 

He follows the noise, pausing in his tracks when he finds you in the kitchen, standing there in nothing but an old t-shirt of his, sleepily frowning at the fancy tea kettle, the beams of the morning sun just beginning to peek through the windows. It’s the type of view men write songs about and he can already hear the opening notes of a fresh melody playing in his head as you tinker with the kettle, your distaste for mornings rendering the activity useless. 

He creeps up behind you, placing his cup down on the counter before gently pulling the kettle out of your hands. He slides a hand along your shoulders, squeezing and kneading at the muscles while he plays with the kettle, finding the two connectors on the lid to get it to seal shut properly. 

“Hmm, the magic touch.” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling your face into his chest. 

“Think you’d know about that more than anyone,” he says, giggling when you groan. He squeezes your shoulders once before hugging you close, using his other hand to put the kettle on the burner and turn it on.

He leans back against the counter, pulling you into him as he spreads his legs slightly to let you settle in between, rubbing your back up and down when you melt into the embrace. 

“Sleep okay?” he asks softly, smiling when you nod. 

“Yeah, just slooow to wake up this morning.” you say, blinking up at him, the soft look on your face making his heart clench. 

He loves you at all times of day, but there is something about the quiet intimacy of your mornings together that make them his favorite. The way you’re never a morning person but always try to be for him, where he can jump out of bed first thing, a habit formed from years of work based necessity, you take your time, sleepy pliancy making your more malleable to his touch, clinging onto him more than you usually do. Where he is more physically affectionate than not, always needing his hands on you in some capacity, you are usually more selective, except for the mornings. In the mornings, you’re all over him and he lives for it. 

“Still have some of this left, if you want.” he says, handing the cup over to you. “Couldn’t finish it.” 

You arch your brow knowingly at him as you take the cup from his hands.

“Oh? You just couldn’t finish it?” you gently mock. 

“Mhmm,” he says back, a light flush blooming on his cheeks, knowing he has been rightfully called out. You’ve had this conversation many times, you never want a full coffee but always end up wanting a little bit of his, never wanting to order a whole cup to just take a few sips but also not wanting to steal any of his much needed caffeine. So, he’s taken to ordering a slightly bigger size than usual and not finishing it, always sure to leave some for you. 

“Thank you,” you say softly, eyes aglow with affection as you smile up at him before taking a sip, humming when he tightens his arms around you and plants a kiss on your head. “How was your walk?”

“Was good, yeah.” he says, your rapt attention warming him to his toes. “Got quite emotional at parts of it. ‘S a big week.” 

“Big week.” you agree, corner of your lip twitching up. “Can’t believe after Saturday, I’m going to be the breadwinner of the family.”

That shocks a laugh out of him, a full belly, head tilting back kind of laugh, relishing in the way he can feel you giggle against him, clearly proud of your own joke. You’re saved from his squirming hands poised for retaliation by the whistle of the kettle, dodging out of his hold to turn off the burner, heading over to the large selection of teas you packed, thoroughly studying your options while you finish off his coffee.

He leans back against the counter and watches you in action, mulling over your last words in his head. He knows it was mostly for the joke but it’s not the first time you’ve referred to him as your family, a slip of the tongue slowly becoming routine for you, second nature. 

Words fail whenever he tries to articulate how it makes him feel. It surpasses any of the many accolades he’s been lauded with over the last decade or so of his life, the stadiums full of people chanting his name, the critics praising his work. It’s different than that, it’s somehow more than that, the feeling of someone knowing you entirely and still choosing you anyway. It’s like how it feels when he finally gets the lyrics right to a long elusive chorus, the pieces fitting right into place, impossible and inevitable all at once. 

All he knows is he will do everything he can to make sure he is worthy of the title, being your family, of building one with you. 

He’s closing the distance between you two before he can think about it, gently spinning you away from the counter as his hands come up to frame your face before bringing your mouth to meet his. It’s a hell of a kiss, your hands clutching at his biceps as he drags his lips against yours. It’s an “I love you,” a “thank you,” a “you’re my family too and I’m going to ask you to marry me in a few weeks” kind of kiss, doing his best to convey everything he’s feeling with each slide of his tongue against yours. 

He pulls away slowly, both of you catching your breath as he kisses along your cheekbone, resting his lips on your temple before pulling back to look at you, eyes grazing across your features, his favorite face he’s ever seen. 

“Bloody hell. What was that for?” you ask, laughing when he does. Being able to see the effect he has on you stoking the fire burning in his belly. The simmering look in your eyes, the way you’re biting at your swollen lips. 

“Thinking about what you said,” he says, sliding his thumb along your cheekbone before trailing his hands down your body, wrapping his arms around your waist and ducking down to drag his lips across the skin of your neck. “About y’ being the breadwinner of our family -” 

Your nails dig into his shoulders ever so slightly, breath hitching. So you had realized you said it, then. He pulls back from your neck to kiss you, your hand sliding up into his hair as you kiss him back, the phrase “our family” rattling around both of your heads. 

“And was just thinking…” he continues, pulling back slowly to kiss along your jawline. “y’ know, with me out of work next week, ‘m gonna have to start really pulling my weight in other areas.” 

He emphasizes his point by sliding a hand down to squeeze at your arse, living for the way you gasp in his ear. 

“Been told ‘m a good interview,” he says, “‘nd I’ve got a list of special skills I’d think you’d really enjoy -” 

“You are such an idiot,” you say, as he giggles into your neck, pulling back to stare at you, living for the way you’re softly laughing at him, his favorite sound. “But you do make some good points. Think you’re gonna have to take me to bed to be sure you’re a good fit for the job.”

“Hmm, ‘s that so?”

“Gonna be a tough one, innit?” you say, a soft smile growing on your face as you rake your hands through the hair on the nape of his neck. “My very own stay at home boyfriend.”

“”S my dream job. ‘S the dream -” he’s mumbling nonsense, praise and ramblings about his dreams against your lips,  something snapping in him as he crashes his mouth to yours. He slides his hands down your thighs, encouraging you to jump into his hold as he starts to carry you back towards the bedroom, biting down on the urge to correct you, to make you say fiancé or husband, the title boyfriend not feeling like enough for him anymore. 

The calm energy of the morning has given way to something electric, something that makes sparks shoot up his spine every time you moan into his mouth when he kisses you just the way you like it, a type of chemistry only the two of you create. 

He wants to spend the rest of his life just like this, just right here, he thinks, as he lays you down on the bed, hastily pulling off his clothes when he watches you do the same. The morning sun making you somehow more luminous than usual. You’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and you’re all his and he’s all yours and in the early morning hours, you’re not beholden to anything but each other. No interruptions from the outside world, nothing but the two of you right here. He wants to live in this forever. 

A lifetime of mornings with his girl. What could be better than that?

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[headaching]

call me britney bitch because oops i did it again

[guinevereslancelot]

unnerving to see people younger than me living their lives and doing adult stuff successfully. stop that you're supposed to eat ice cream for dinner and be unemployed

[heartshapedbi]

i wish i was able bodied so i could take a dance class that would be so fun i think

[mikusiconx]

phantom thief teto is now available for download on my youtube channel 🥖✨

hope whoever downloads her enjoys having her! remember to read the desc so you dont miss any info on her lol

[averlym]

[paparoach]

im so good at writing

[gorillaxyz]

im locking in and writing more. i dont want to laze around. i have self indulgent work to do

[offorestsongs]

[SSR] ROSIENNE MINUIT - GHOST GROOM

for the fan event hosted by @gl00myb3arz

the event is basically perfect for Rosienne, especially with his updated design, so i HAD to make a card for him. coming up with an outfit for him was so much fun tbh

i used my other OC for the duo magic lines but i don't know if i'm gonna make a card for him as well because boy did this drain my energy

[voicelines under the cut]

When Summoned: This is the perfect job for me! I mean, you won’t find a bigger expert on romance than me! Summon Line: I am a groom? I am a bride? Ah, that doesn’t really matter. I’m flexible, you know. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: Don’t worry, I’m gonna end this whole thing in no time! Home Idle 1: Do I have practical experience with romancing anyone? Well… Not really, but I’ve got the theory down! That’s basically the same, isn’t it? Home Idle 2: I don’t know why Sophie’s panicking. If a cute ghost wanted to marry me, I wouldn’t even think twice about it. You gotta chase your chances. Home Idle 3: Somebody barging in to stop the wedding is like, romance plotline 101. It always makes my breath stop! Home Idle - Login: Ah, I always cry at weddings! …not that I’ve attended many.  Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: You say I almost look like a ghost too? Why, thank you so much! Home Tap 2: I always dreamed of having the perfect wedding. I mean, can you imagine anything more wonderful than a whole day dedicated to celebrating love? And you get to be the main character too? Sign me in! Home Tap 3: Red roses are the most romantic flowers. I sure hope our groom will appreciate them. Home Tap 4: Of course I care about rescuing Sophie! But why not have some fun while we’re at it?  Home Tap 5: How do I not trip with the long dress and the veil? Well, it’s all practice, baby! Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]

DUO MAGIC:

Rosienne: Let's see if know how to steal hearts as well! Swallow: I have no idea what you're talking about!

[killmekittenxx]

dragging your passed out bf into a more semi normal sleeping position so he doesn't wake up with neck pain <3