#is that too much for a dude to ask

[rustytrident]

i love intimacy hidden in the small things.

the first time mammon whispered to you, you swore you could feel your entire body tremble. it wasn't about the proximity, or his soft breath against the shell of your ear – nor was it about the words he told you. it takes trust to whisper to someone, to make your words small, airy, and direct them at only them, when you could talk to anyone, say anything. mammon chose to speak to you only, quietly and with intent, because he trusted you enough to do so; you feel that same trust every time he whispers to you after that, too.

beelzebub always gives you some of his food, even if it sometimes pains him to give it up. it's a "no, have it, it's your favourite part, isn't it?" before he slides the small strawberry of his cake, or the last of the chips you two were eating, to you. you tell him he doesn't have to do it, and with a sin like his it's bizarre to think that he does it at all, but he insists until you eat what he offered you. moments like these make beelzebub's quiet love loud, roaring, till it burns through your skin and nestles gently in your stomach.

walking past diavolo in the halls of rad always ends up with his hands somewhere on you. no matter how busy he is, no matter how many beings you are surrounded by, he will make sure to touch you, pat your head or shoulder, hold your hand for a second before he lets you go so he can attend his next lesson or meeting. on days when he has more time, and the halls are quiet enough, he will gently hold your hand and make you twirl for him, before smiling fondly and complimenting your smile, or your eyes. those moments with the future king feel soulful, vibrant – they light up the dark hallways of your school, just enough so you can see his smile: fond and loving.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa sucks at “flirting” with Mike

[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ pretty boy | peter parker

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for you, peter is the literally definition of pretty. his big brown puppy eyes and his perfectly structured face, his lean but muscular built, his cute little pout when you don’t give him a kiss before he goes patrolling.

he is just so so very pretty.

you don't know know how long you have been staring at him for, but he didn't seem to notice. too busy focusing on his science project, and his concentration is very hot.

his long slender fingers moving carefully and slowly to put the pieces together and your attention only zeroed on them. such, such pretty hands.

the weight of your stare was starting to make peter nervous. peter gets flustered very easily. and with you? you didn't even have to try.

peter suddenly put down the components for his project and turned to you, “i know i'm hot but can you please stop staring at me like that?” he mumbled, as a soft blush appear on his face. his tone was confident but you can sense his nervousness.

he tried focusing on his project again as you chuckled, the kind of chuckle that sends tingles all over peter's body, “sorry pete, but you are just so very pretty.”

wow. okay he didn't expect that.

peter chocked on his saliva, his body hot all over, nearly dropping the pieces of his homework.

“baby, you can't just say things like that.” he looked at you, eyes wide and soft. and it makes you grin.

“it's the truth.” you shrugged, “you're my pretty boy.” you know you're testing his limits, but it was fun teasing peter.

peter's mind malfunctioned. he's trying to ignore you, but the way you said my pretty boy is replaying over and over in his head.

“damn it.” he quietly swore, putting down whatever left of his project and turning to you.

your eyebrows rose in a teasing manner as a smirk finds its way to your face. “what?” you innocently asked, but you know exactly what you're doing, and he knows it too.

peter chuckled as he walks to where your laying at the bed. the sound send a shiver up your spine and now you're the one who's nervous.

he leaned closer to you, you could feel his breath on your lips as you both took a moment to admire each other. peter was staring at your eyes to your nose and your soft lips, bringing his eyes to connect with yours again and you could feel your stomach doing flips.

“and you're my pretty baby.” he whispered softly before cutting off a whine that rose up your throat with his lips.

his lips were a little chapped, but it fits your perfectly. your hands move to tangle on his hair, giving it a little pull making peter groan into the kiss. he leaned back, his warm hands move to find comfort on your waist as he brings you onto his lap.

peter felt like his heart was about to burst. every single sense of his is override and all he can focus on is you. you. you.

his home.

reblog for a kiss <3

[ratboyy-withtheexistentialdread]

[cto10121]

Book Fiyero: *immediately recognizes Elphaba and stations himself at the backdoor to prevent her from evading him, stalks her halfway across town to her aerie (even though at that point in time she was only a college friend he hadn’t seen in five years), insists on seeing her again, instinctively goes to comfort her when she first cries, gets sucked into increasingly deep and fraught conversations with her about collateral damage and freedom fighter terrorism, calls her the “most individual, the most separate, the most real” DURING AN ARGUMENT, says he adores Elphaba’s looks IN THAT SAME ARGUMENT, doesn’t understand Elphaba’s “being born with a talent or an inclination for goodness is the aberration” comment because (implied) he sincerely believes Elphaba isn’t evil, changes his mind about the plight of the Animals all by himself but doesn’t mention it to Elphaba because he is afraid she would distance himself from him, buys scarves for both his wife and Elphaba even though only Elphaba likes scarves, is so concerned for Elphaba and her dangerous Lurlinemas Eve mission that he stalks her instead of staying at his club or just leaving town altogether, and is so worried about her that he returns to the aerie just to see her*

Also Book Fiyero: Am I in love with Elphaba?

[caffeiiine]

kunikidas ideals have the potential to be self destructive and kunikida can be considered passively suicidal, he is also not the polite and respectful man fanon makes him out to be- *gets shot*

[wombywoo]

hello! do u draw the maps and diagrams in the backgrounds on ur art by urself or do u use pre existing images or smth :0?

(like the map in ur most recent gaz work)

Haha, hell no! I could never have the patience or skill for that 🙆‍♀️ Most of my backgrounds for the latest COD art have been collage work. So for the Gaz one--I found a bunch of images through google and rearranged them how I wanted through mostly trial and error. yeah, if I had to draw a whole map of London by hand..💀

All these ones have backgrounds made through collage:

[sunnydbeam]

dose Beta have cute aggression?

I feel like he dose

Yeah, something like that ?

Anyway, Beta would never cause harm on purpose, but yes, he can be a bit... intense with the person he trusts

[charmwasjess]

What do you think of the Tirra'Taka and how it symbolizes Dooku's fate? Do you invoke it often in your fics?

Ah, the Tirra’Taka! IMO, the cover of Dooku: Jedi Lost REALLY should have been an 80s Blind Guardian style metal album motif with a shirtless, shredded Dooku standing astride the Tirra’Taka, holding unconscious, beautiful Sifo-Dyas aloft, while flames and lightning and cracked groundquake holes consume the foreground. Lene Kostana is a breasty witch with flowing robes vibing in the background while the Truthseeker falls like a stylish comet from the sky. 

God did not grant me the gift to draw, because this artwork would be Too Horny.  

But yeah! Cavan Scott sure did give Dooku a psychic empathic connection with a lightning breathing Serennian dragon, abused and used by the Sith, who he loves and thinks is beautiful and ultimately destroys trying to help, and I’ll never be the same?!?

I mean, the metaphor is so on the nose. Dooku is the Tirra‘Taka. 

I like it because I like Dooku having a weird connection to specifically Serennian history and magic. I like that the planet’s Sith baggage becomes uniquely personal to him, through his relationship with this animal that he doesn’t understand, and of course, his father’s total rejection of him for being Force sensitive. And I love that the most prolific user of Force lightning in the series has a seemingly natural, organic connection to a lightning beast. I imagine the Tirra’Taka whispering dragon lullabies into his Force-sensitive dreams when he’s floating around in the womb.

And let’s not forget that the last thing Dooku does with the Tirra‘Taka is mentally bond himself with her before ultimately losing control and having to kill her. What did that, ah, do to him?? You know, Sifo-Dyas, on seeing Dooku do this, collapses on the ground in hysterical sobbing laughter and is thought by Jenza to have shattered his mind. And he’s just LOOKING at Dooku do this. What happened to Dooku, who was mentally inside the dragon, during that scene? 

As for my fics, I’ve kept it pretty subtle. I have played with the idea (mainly in Milk Run) that Dooku’s seeming extra talent for Force lightning is natural to him, a result of exposure to the Tirra’Taka in utero/infancy or being a Serennian Force sensitive. And that once he realizes this, he can use it for light side applications as well as dark - he can scramble electrical systems, or zap electro-cuffs off himself, or maybe he gets a little overpowered and feral during thunderstorms...

….actually I’m just realizing I missed the perfect opportunity to have him restart Sifo-Dyas’s stupid heart in Rabbit Heart that way, with lightning, instead of doing Space CPR. Damnit! :c 

[whatwooshkai]

Ok, my first time asking. 23

hi

Boulder has good reflexes. Great reflexes, even.

You needed them in the mines- in the event of a collapse or break, you needed to get your bumper out of that tunnel before the command even registered in your processor.

So, all this is to say, they've already moved six feet away by the time the datapad smashes against the wall where their head once was.

Chase shouts something in Iaconi that Heatwave sarcastically talks over in Kaonite. They didn't know universal translators could short out like that, but evidently, they can.

They don't even know what the fight is about, and neither does Blades, who has a pillow over his helm and pressed to his audials.

It's not like Heatwave and Chase have never fought before. They're always at each other's throats, bickering constantly over small things. But for every fight, they fall into recharge in the library doing homework together.

This one is different. They and Blades should probably leave... they would've already, if Heatwave and Chases weren't blocking the door.

Heatwave grabs another datapad to throw at Chase, and this time, the policebot acts, grabbing Heatwave's wrist and trying to shove him away. Heatwave shoves him back and Chase slams into the door, one doorwing getting caught behind him with a sickening crack.

The two stare at each other for a second, hackles raised. Heatwave moves forward slowly, before reaching behind Chase to look at the doorwing.

Chase lets him, still tensed up, as Heatwave continues his inspection in silence. And then he tweaks it.

It's an accident, it's clearly an accident, but Boulder is more than familiar with the raw and primal fear that suddenly shoots through his field as Chase sinks his fangs into Heatwave's forearm.

And then it's just instictual from there. Heatwave tries to shove him off, jostling Chase's doorwing, and Chase claws at Heatwave, because he's hurting him, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.

What Heatwave has on him in bulk and brute strength, Chase more than makes up for in speed and actual fight training. They slam into the furniture and the walls- Boulder can already imagine the noise complaints- and then blood splatters on the floor.

Boulder clamps both hands over their mouth and turns away, trying not to purge at the sight. Oh- oh, shit-

"STOP!" Blades pounces from his bunk into the fray, hooking his arms under Chase's and yanks him away from Heatwave.

Chase's claws and fangs, deep into Heatwave's plating, hang on tight, dragging him up and back with them. Blades' back hits the door.

"What are you doing?" he snarls at Boulder, keeping Chase's back pressed to his front without jostling the broken doorwing even more. "Help me!"

Boulder forces their optics away from the blood on the floor and dampens their sensory input when they grab Heatwave, blood smearing under their hands and against their chassis.

But it only takes Heatwave a minute or two to still and relax in their arms, and for Chase to do the same.

He turns his helm and Boulder opens their optics. The yellow of his optics shine nearly white. He opens his mouth and says something Boulder can't understand.

"We have to go to the medbay," they tell Blades, who has adjusted his hold on Chase to keep his mouth held closed. Nausea radiates from both their fields.

"Yeah, no shit," Blades growls out. "If you throw up on me I'm leaving." Chase's functional doorwing and his finials drop.

The walk to the medbay is dead silent.

[s0fter-sin]

what up i’ve been obsessed with would you fall in love with me again like every other person on the planet and i can’t stop thinking about penelope’s final verse

she’s so angry; angry that odysseus would dare to suggest that her love for him has faltered or his actions were enough to destroy it. she’s been waiting, working her fingers raw unweaving her shroud every night, not sleeping as the suitors camp inside her home; every day a threat to her and her son, to her kingdom if an unworthy man - and they are all unworthy - should take the throne. she knew they wouldn’t wait forever, that at some point her deception would be realised; her dedication to her husband means she is at constant risk and the first thing odysseus does when he sees her - if this even is him - is question her love for him?

the very first thing he says (other than her name) is, “i am not the man you fell in love with.” penelope asks him if it’s really him standing there or if she’s “dreaming once more”. once more. she’s felt the cruelty of hope before; has looked at her doorway and seen odysseus the same as when he left (which is probably partly why she’s so shocked by how he actually looks) and felt unfathomable pain when her hopes were dashed over and over again. she asks if he is really her odysseus and he says no

yes, in his mind, odysseus can’t see how he can deserve her love after everything he’s done - the atrocities he’s committed, to himself he isn’t the same man, “i see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it’s no longer you” - but all penelope hears is her husband, the man she loves and waited for, doubts the strength of her love

penelope asks what kind of things he’s done and it must be shocking to hear; his actions so different from the man who left her behind even if he did them in name of returning to her. but when she asks him to move the bed, it’s as much a challenge as it is a test. she’s asking him to prove that he is the monster he claims to be; that if he’s changed so much and become so heartless, he should have no qualms about ripping the symbol of their love from its roots. and it’s also her only way of actually determining if this man who claims to be her husband yet doesn’t take her in his arms, is actually him

“just a moment of labour would bring me some peace” - if he does what she asks, then she will know either he’s changed so much that he’s no longer her odysseus or he’s another fake and was never hers to begin with; that her husband didn’t just stand in front of her and claim she can’t love him as he is. but she’s done. she was already willing to die when she stood behind the twelve axes she challenged the suitors to shoot through. she’s so tired. she just wants it all to be over

“only my husband knew that, so i guess that makes him you” - i guess. even after telling her something only odysseus and her knew, penelope’s still not convinced that it’s truly him. how many men came to her door claiming to be her long lost husband, banking on time and distance to dull memory of his face and voice, on her longing and desperation for odysseus to blind her into believing them?

but if this is her husband? if the man she’s loved through decades of absence has finally returned to her?

“i will fall in love with you over and over again” - an exhausted promise, the core of who penelope is and how she feels; assuaging his doubts and his own clear pain

but

“no matter how long it’s been, you’re mine. don’t tell me you’re not the same person, you’re always my husband” - penelope is screaming at him; how dare odysseus say this to her? dismiss her love and her suffering? he saw the men outside, he’s smart enough to know what they were here for and instead of apologising for being gone for so long, instead of begging for forgiveness for inadvertently putting her and their son at risk, instead of embracing her and putting an end to her torment, odysseus doubts her

“and i’ve been waiting, waiting” - the tone shift of penelope screaming at him to lamenting how long she’s been waiting is heartbreaking; it’s quieter as she gets lost in the pain of her grief, her anger failing as she recalls the memories of her long years of solitude. odysseus tries to call her back with his gentle “penelope” - such a contrast to his own exhausted anger at being asked to destroy their marital bed now that he understands why she asked that of him - but she can’t hear him; she’s too trapped in the memories. he tries again, still gentle but more insistent, and this time she does hear him and her anger comes rushing back along with her grief. her “waiting, waiting,” becomes almost accusatory; she’s been alone for so long and it’s bc of him, bc he wasn’t there, bc he left her waiting

that abrupt “oh” at the end of the verse isn’t just a vocalisation; in that moment, she’s realising that she has realised that he truly is odysseus. she knew it was him before she even processed it. she wouldn’t be this angry if he were anyone else; love and grief and anger coalescing in one single divine moment where penelope finally believes her odysseus has returned to her

“for you” - she’s been waiting and waiting, years turning to dust, her sleepless nights and days spent living in fear and preemptive grief- and it was all for him. odysseus is actually here. which means her waiting is over

“how long has it been?”

“20 years”

“i- i love you”

[chloesimaginationthings]

THE FULL SET IS COMPLETE YAY!

WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE MORE OF THESE THREE?? (Phone dude, phone guy and tape girl)

Let me know on this post!!

[borgialucrezia]

"He grows into Cesare Borgia. He's not that angsty teenage boy anymore. He still struggles with his father, and he's involved in all that. He's very much ready to take control of the family now." —François Arnaud

[vicbutnotactually]

dude I love your art and your disaster husbands au. absolutely fantastic designs man, thank you for feeding my hungry caseynardo soul 😔💛

Yesss we the caseynardo fans are famished, we must stick together

Havent drawn these guys in forever so here’s something for you

Also the first ever time I’ve colored one of linearts!

Also a lil secret: before I nearly abandoned this au, there had been plans to give them a kid as well as adding a new character or two ;)

[crouton-moons]

Zionist.

saying don't fall for scams does not make someone a zionist. tumblr asks are NOT actual calls for aid!

i was just going to delete this ask like i do all scam asks, but i figured id post it just in case other people are getting similar things for... not being gullible? for trying to stop other people from being scammed and sending their money to scammers instead of actual palestinians?

many people in palestine obviously need aid. an obvious bot sending thousands of messages to thousands of people asking for "aid" will not help those people. they aren't from actual victims. they're from random people who are weaponizing the kindness of strangers to make a buck. falling for it helps absolutely no one. critical thinking is even MORE important in a time like this, stop falling for this obvious shit! they're just like the ai porn bots. they're used by the same exact people for the same exact reasons, getting money off those who are gullible. they're scumbags who are weaponizing peoples empathy to make a buck off a genocide. stop. falling. for. it.

they're trying to take advantage of you. they're assuming you're too stupid to think critically about who you think you're helping. stop proving them right.

there are thousands of actual ways to donate to those in need that aren't tumblr ask scams!

[maxwas-here]

wtf happened in the 5th season??? HELLO???

i-

what.

NO CAUSE LISTEN TO ME.

LMK SEASON 5 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

MK WAS THE LAST PIECE, THE HARBINGER, WHY DIDN'T HE USE 𝘏𝘐𝘚 POWERS TO HELP MEND THE PILLAR???

like-

I get that they all did it together, not just mk's family but everyone on earth, in order to spread the power between more forces to help stabilize the pillar and use the stones to mend it in order to not have the cycle repeat like Nüwa wants

but if mk truly 𝘸𝘢𝘴 the "last stone" or the "missing piece" in order to mend the pillar of heaven

then why didn't he have a bigger role in its fixing?

I don't really understand

they made a WHOLE episode (plus season 5 as a whole) about the importance of mk as the final piece to fix things to make sure things are right

and yes they found the other way™ that the snake dude (CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME FIND HIS NAME) couldn't find, and introduced khaos into the world

yet I feel that somehow the fact that mk didn't really help that much (power/magicwise) after he came out of the pillar 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 something.

something we will probably see with future seasons hopefully

I loved this season sm <33

the gays have taken over my mind unfortunately