#just everything aughhh :']

[zamjd]

HUZZAH!!!

Clip.exe by @venomous-qwille I'm starting to like him a lot, especially his dialouge I love to read them out loud heheh

[katabay]

PIETÀ

black pean [forceps] season 2 fucked me up :')

like, I'm going to be thinking about this still they posted on instagram forever, and I haven't even started on the cher juno letter

[insomnya777]

joel etho single dads au .........

[sunb0ts]

one of my favorite apollo content things of all time is always going to be how capcom casted toshiyuki kusuda (klavier’s VA from the games) for the guilty love cover rather than a trained singer, specifically because kasuda’s voice imperfections (i.e. the expression in his voice around spots like the rapping, places where his voice shakes, where his pitch peaks) are so endearing to me. they really sell klavier’s dramatic character more than i think a trained perfect singer would have + the fact that klavier is ABSOLUTELY someone’s younger brother who started a lawyer themed band, and he was probably so younger brother about it. his guitar playing skills in his teens also would have put kristoph on the news first if he hadn’t restrained until phoenix and apollo did btw

[unknownarmageddon]

Nightmare plays a relevant part in it btw so

Nightmare hears news that her brother has found and taken in XGaster's doomsday device and is trying to make it dormant, so she sends Killer to go get it. Neither of them realize that he's a person, so kidnapping him gets much harder. Once taken to Nightmare, it's basically a series of trying to figure out Cross' triggers and how to "work him" as well as a series of fights between Cross and Killer and also Cross trying to convince Killer to escape Nightmare with him.

Cross' like. Doomsday activation look- I drew it, but basically, he sorta melts and there's like magic smoke burning off him. So activation would like. Kill him. And it starts melting him a bit if he gets riled up.

And I got this idea from Wreck it Ralph

OHHHH oh that fucking rules actually holy shit. so so rad AUGH

[what-even-is-sleep]

thinking about Bodkin again bc I mean,,, ALL THE SYMBOLISM OHHHHHGH. i NEED some tumblr film analysis hobbyists to watch this show and tell me all the themes n such

[strawglicks]

huge shoutout to chip revvingtons animations ESPECIALLY in the ending cutscene. my god. like i had seen some of them by themselves but never saw them in action, before, during, and after the fight. never been so entranced watching a man have a mental breakdown

[calethescammer]

Tcf prompt :)

So there's the well known scars AU in tcf right? Like where Krs!Cale gets his old scars and chaos ensues.

But what if, instead of any random day, Cale gets back his scars after using Instant? Like Mila has healed his scars completely, the ones he got after using Instant, but his old scars are somehow back on his body.

Like when he gets to meet with og!cale, some soul merging stuff happens and rok soo's scars are back on krs!cale's body.

And now imagine, Mila just doubting her ability because Cale's scars didn't heal (they actually did). And Cale just waking up and blankly staring at his body now 'ugly' with the scars he always hated.

And his family seeing him littered with so many wounds that he never had?? (Did they not even notice such a thing?)

And then his kids see him, especially Raon who first hand experienced it, and the young dragon just breaks down sobbing in his human's arms, blaming himself for the pain he had let his human go through.

Choi Han stands shocked, the image of Kim Rok Soo of his memories and the Cale in front of him overlapping, both looking too full of pain.

Maybe they don't comment on it due to the final battle, or maybe they feel like they shouldn't comment on it.

But then after the war, they finally notice how Cale has changed. How he furrows his brows whenever he looks at his scars, as if in disgust, and how he avoids looking at any and all mirrors, afraid to see himself. How he tries to slid his arms further into the long sleeves of his clothes, and how hard he tries to act nonchalant as if nothing is wrong.

And maybe he heard it once, the comments about his scars, but instead of noticing their worried and sorrowful tones he only saw mockery and laughter in it. He knew from experience to never expect from people, but sometimes, it hurt. And from then, he refused to go to any parties whatsoever, even at the cost of golden plaques.

And it got to a point that regular people, citizens of Roan noticed it too, how badly the war had affected their beloved young master. And how badly scarred both his body and mind were. But what could they do, expect send wishes of love and gratitude, in a hope that the person who saved them all may be saved too.

And now to his family. They try to bring out the redhead, taking him to small walks and picnics, and looking at him with so much love that Cale cannot help but feel a sting in his chest, wanting to stay in that warmth forever.

Lock and the wolf children come to him, shouting about how cool he looked in all those scars, how he looked so much like a 'warrior'. But Cale sees their eyes, eyes that seem so genuine and full of admiration, eyes that hold no mockery or any hint of evil. And for the next few hours, their shouts echo in his ears, a faint blush forming on his face.

Raon, On and Hong bring him flowers and decorate his hair with it, and Cale finally smiles seeing himself in the mirror. He suddenly recalls how in his past, his hyungs did the same. How they only worried for him. And once, when Team Leader was complaining about how he'll go bald due to his dongsaeng, Krs stood lost in thought, his gaze fixated on the way Team Leader's hands shook, his worried eyes looking over the scars in a way that said 'sorry'.

"Human!"

Cale's eyes snapped and he looked towards his family, all smiling and laughing together. And for a moment, he forgot all the flaws he held, and he rushed towards the kids, all the while smiling along.

[halfusek]

great. gonna have to glaze/nightshade all my art. its not like i have an over 4500 images long comic. no problem at all

[raptorrobot]

how would a 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂 dinner go between gabriel and icarus? (like what would they eat, do, honestly any and all details related to the two of them on a date? of sorts mayhaps)

*beams an image of them being sweet in a restaurant into your mind*

OHH THIS IS REALLY CUTE...... ignoring the fact that neither of them have tangible mouths to eat with, i will happily indulge this hypothetical

first off, gabriel is VERY dressed up. serving unfathomable cunt. even if they aren't going to a particularly fancy place, he's dressed like he's attending a fucking wedding reception. on the contrary; icarus is either in completely casual wear (along the lines of jeans + a faded shirt) or dressed in a nice outfit that gabriel very clearly put him in

gabriel insists on picking a booth. icarus wants a table. gabriel starts pouting because they "dont have enough privacy at a table". icarus gives up. they end up in a booth

gabriel takes one billion fucking years to decide on his order. icarus knows what he wants before he even walks through the door. he lets it slide because he thinks it's funny when gabriel goes "oooh but that one sounds really nice" to every single item on the menu

when gabriel finally makes a decision, they order; icarus just gets a slab of fucking meat. steak medium rare. does not care about what kind of cut it is. gabriel orders some fancy ass bullshit that is probably the most expensive item on the menu. gabriel is paying so icarus doesn't care. he does however, make fun of gabriel for ordering something ridiculous for the rest of the night

their drinks arrive - some fruity fuckin cocktail for gabriel, probably a coffee for icarus - and they just chat for a while. they're give old married couple - casual flirting, a couple of chuckles - quiet, but clearly having a good time

when the food arrives, icarus' is gone in 8 minutes flat. he's locked the fuck in on this steak. gabriel tries talking to him but it's no use. the steak is his new date until he's done with it. conversation resumes as normal after the fact

gabriel picks at his food. he says it's nice and he likes it. icarus is still making fun of him. "you payed 40 dollars for that and you've barely even touched it." gabriel is grumbling under his breath. icarus steals a bite, and to his dismay, it is unfortunately Rather Good. he keeps stealing little portions of it. now it's gabriel's turn to make fun of him. hilarity ensues

when it's time for dessert, icarus says he'll pass. gabriel knows that he's going to end up picking at whatever he orders regardless; so he gets something that he knows icarus will like. probably something doughy and cinnamony. icarus eats more of it than he does. gabriel sees this as a win

they leave at a completely reasonable and respectable time. icarus is an old man who likes starting his bedtime routine early, and god forbid gabriel keep him from that any longer than needed. a successful date night has been had, marking down another win for team icariel

[kenjirose]

People only seem to care about mental illness when it’s cute and romanticizable, not when it’s ugly and destructive

[hnyibee]

fire bird cloud in the sky yesterday reminded me of shuikeng they did it for me and the other 25 total 6yao fans

[mocksfate]

i just think that, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘧𝘴 -

[lunarifie]

I NEED to write a confrontation fic between Kai and Vanessa where Vanessa is disdainful because she thinks Kai’s upset with her over her not reciprocating his feelings and finds it immature.

Only for him to explain that he didn’t even CARE about reciprocation, and he’s practically over it at this point.

It’s moreso the fact that she USED him.

[sealrock]

I wish I knew how to draw because I'm being cursed with visions that can't be replicated in gpose

[unknownarmageddon]

“say it for me. just once.”

cross traced a finger along killer’s jaw, drawing him closer with a guiding pressure and he breathed against him, “why?”

killer met him with his own whisper, a kiss of his words on cross’s teeth, “because, if you’re the last one i’ll ever be held by, and kissed by, and if its just us and us by ourselves in this hellhole… i want to hear it. just once.”

the words killer asked for were lodged in his throat, always there lately. on the cusp of being let out, but held down firmly, and ignored. better left untouched, the warmth between them met with accepting silence.

killer’s kiss was simple enough for cross to follow, the minimal space between them warmed and humming with the equal echoes of their magic. sometimes, it felt like cross’s soul was hooked on it, always so eager to answer the call of killer’s magic.

and yet, eager as it was, his tongue was not.

he hesitated.

killer kissed him again, loosening his tongue into a more pliant state.

it wouldnt mean anything, nothing that wasnt already felt, if he said it, it wasnt an earthshattering sentence, but it felt like one. cross opened his mouth, the words there, and lodged again, and killer chuckled, his teeth nipping against cross’s jaw, but it wasnt mocking.

it was fond, unbearably fond, and cross swallowed, still tasting killer on his tongue as he whispered into the warm air between them.

“i love you.”

killer kissed him again, and cross let him, let killer chase the words to their source, and he relished in the feel of him, the taste, the scent, and perhaps it wasnt so hard to say it when it felt so starkly true.

he couldnt give killer the world, no, that was a time lost, an opportunity stolen, but he just knew, from the way their magic sparked together with every kiss, that admitting his love was, to killer, perhaps even more valuable than a world.

the world was theirs already, theirs alone. it felt like that, anyways, less like a gift and more like an inheritance.

killer gave a snort when cross’s finger tickled the inside of killer’s ribs, and cross pressed his face to killer’s shoulder, inhaling slowly.

the world was gone, but that didnt matter as much when he had his own little world, his own home, here in his arms. a world was his and his alone, and he was his, too.

but, it didnt hurt to add a little sugar on top when sweet midnight kisses couldnt be enough for tonight.

cross whispered it again, like it was a secret, and he understood, a little, why killer asked to hear it to begin with.

there was nothing like it, hearing it spoken, such weighted words now that nothing else mattered, and cross got it.

killer whispered it back, just as secretive, just as unsteady, and the warm thrill that spurred in cross’s soul, sending his magic surging with fond affection, well.

he gets it.

…he’ll probably just kiss killer next time he asks for it, because he’d rather occupy his mouth with killer’s voice rather than his own. thats what they did best most nights anyways.

-p anon

OHHHH MY GODDDDDDD