#kinda can be seen as romantic or

[quackkaz]

Remus, teasingly : Come ooooooon, I'm one of the most responsible people you know!

Janus : I agree. Usually, when something happens, you're the one responsible.

[misteria247]

"The Astonishing Anomalies of Gravity Falls"

A document painstakingly recorded and cataloged of Ford's greatest discoveries. All done by Fiddleford.

And Ford just takes his as a betrayal because his muse said it was. To think that Ford was manipulated so badly that he failed to see this act of love that his friend did for him. To know that Fiddleford took the time to do all this, and Ford is blinded by Bill's influence.....

I'm going to be sick-

[queewp]

EXPLODES THEM

[pixiestickjoker]

the final swing; 'til death do us part

click for better quality and close-ups under page cut :3

close-ups of martyn and ren without anything covering them :3

[waitineedaname]

feeling completely insane about The Author And His Protagonist™️ this morning and now I'm thinking about bingqiu too, and like. Airplane of course wrote Luo Binghe to be everything he wasn't, this cool and powerful stallion protagonist. And he also wrote him to be what the readers wanted, especially as time went on. But there's bit of himself embedded in Binghe -- his insecurities, his fear of abandonment, his loneliness, his hunger for love. Those vulnerabilities are hidden away under layers of strength and stallion badassery in PIDW, but for Bingmei, they're laid bare and ratcheted up to eleven

And then Shen Yuan. He of course loved Luo Binghe The Protagonist™️ but he fell in love with Luo Binghe, the real person with insecurities and fears and strange ugly edges to his personality. He saw this carnival mirror reflection of Airplane's flaws, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap Binghe up and love him and care for him and soothe those insecurities

If I was Airplane, bingqiu would be like therapy for me

[pa-pa-patato]

Inky mystery as things I said part 2

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Cuphead: you either fire him or I’ll FIRE a bullet through his skull

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Bendy: IF I WISH TO CONSUME MY OWN FLASH I AM WELL WITH IN MY RIGHTS TO DO SO!

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Little bendy:what do you mean people don’t find every gander attractive? CUSSING LOOK AT THEM!!!

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Bendy:attractive people are so hard to draw! And for what!? You are so hot and I have no idea how to draw you without making you look like an old person or just straight up ugly enough to trigger my uncanny valley!!don’t even get me started on-( continues to complain about how attractive the person he’s drawing is)

Cuphead:*laughing and blushing (plus kinda scared)*

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Boris:*bites lips very hard*

Bendy:you look like a cockroach

Boris:I look like what-

Bendy:yea I don’t know how either

[lavender-milky-tea]

I am in rarepair hell

Reference pose by Ed van der Elsken : Couple Sleeping, 1953

[xianle-quartet-shenanigans]

Art of Provocations; in the Eye of the Sculptor

it was so hard not to interrupt him while he was busy. a snarky remark was hanging on his tongue, but the focused look in hua cheng's eye stopped any sound from leaving his mouth. something about the sight of him so incredibly focused made his heart beat faster.

he remembered how this all had started, about how he sarcastically had told hua cheng that even he would fail to depict him perfectly in a statue. that conversation had been started by feng xin, as a way to poke at him. yes, he had destroyed some statues of his own that weren't to his liking, but they were absolutely horrible.

and so hua cheng had taken that as a challenge. and so now he was watching the black-haired man work on the statue. part of it was thrilling to see, as hua cheng was actually talented in his forms of art, as he was in many things, but you couldn't strangle those praises out of mu qing's mouth. but that didn't mean he couldn't praise the ghost king in his head, and that he did. he did it with the others as well, but moreso with him.

"what are you looking at? are you already unhappy with how i depict you? if so, then you should be unhappy with how you look yourself as i am being faithful to the referential material," the ghost king purred, and mu qing could just feel his face contort at the poisonous words. and yet the tone of words were so sinful, as if the ghost king was luring him out, and it worked.

mu qing gave a small cough, "it could've looked worse," he offered back, avoiding the gaze of the ghost king, to which came a chuckle. "is that a compliment from general xuan zhen? i never thought i'd exist to see the day," and mu qing's blood boiled.

"you have some nerve," mu qing hissed out, but as he looked at hua cheng, he realized that he had gotten up, and was standing behind the sculpture of him. it was still unfinished, but it seemed like he had finished his bust atleast. the ghost king lifted his hand, just to playfully caress the cheek of the statue with the pad of his thumb, cradling it's cheek in his hand.

mu qing's protest died in his throat, frozen by the sight before him. the silence felt endless, until it was broken by the soft chuckle of the man in red. mu qing felt his face heat up and he turned away, furiated with both the man, for playing him like this, and himself, for falling for his games. "leaving so soon?" came the purr from the devil behind him.

"I have more important things to take care of," mu qing bit out to him. it wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't completely the truth either, but not that he would admit it.

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The inspiration for this story was the art i saw in this post by @fawnmisty

may get another part maybe

[w-0-w-z-a]

based on the club penguin meme

[cuppajj]

Ayo from that one ask you ship purelily in ur au(or in canon)​?? (no offense cuz I ship them too-)​

yes and I’m making beast ancients purelily everyone’s problem . read tags

[beezonia]

Hi all the btcsm lovers

take some rambling

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so I was watching this (one of my favourite pro dances actually)

and my brain instantly thought of royal trio

But it’s Akira in the villains place and akesumi (probably platonic in this case) as the couple

So I’d say it’s closer to when their nearly defeating maruki and so he’s resorted to desperate measures and cursed akira to attack/lead them astray from the fae kingdom

hence we get this sort of song and dance between the three of them with goro being more stubborn and not willing to loos control of himself

whilst sumire is still recovering from Maruki’s brainwashing so she’s in a fragile position and is more likely to want to follow akira

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So I’d say it’s a bit of time since they meet ann at the whispering willows and now the two of them are in the wandering woods

Woods known to change, they confuse those who come in and make sure they never manage to get out

So when they see Akira (who I’d say split from them a few days earlier to search for other ways to the fae kingdom) let’s just say akesumi are extremely worried but also happy

But then he begins to do the song and dance trying to manipulate them into staying so goro has to drag sumire away before it’s too late.

I drew some sort of dres for akesumi, ribbons galore because yes yes I like the implication that the ribbons now have much more meaning to the both of them instead of just sumire!!!

Sumire’s dress would be pure white much like in the video, more lace but also a bit of ripped silk

Goro’s would be more dark blues, grey with silk

So sort of the “running through the woods for fun frolicking” look

but it soon turns into a nightmare when cursed akira appears

I’d say his outfit is more black and red, velvet (definitely leaning towards arsené)

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read notes for more thoughts!

[a2-p3r-usu4l]

first time being called aroace. yay. this feels like an alloaro right of passage

[starlos-soulmate]

I need to see some platonic Starlo and Ceroba stuff REALLY SOON or else I'm gonna go crazy

[softquietsteadylove]

Second prompt is a lil crazier but I can’t stop thinkin about it: what about a flash forward to older Heracles! He’s a big strong warrior now and an even bigger mama’s boy, respects his pops and somehow they end up in trouble so of COURSE he has to help them! He owes them everything! idk just a thought, do with that what you will and I’m excited to read it! Thank you <3

"Everyone, get back!"

The days of war in Athens had finally calmed, but now Deviants were more common than ever. Where they had been all this time was a mystery, but the attacks were now a daily occurrence.

"Off the battlefield!" Thena ordered as she swung first her spear and then her sword. The Deviant reared back after getting sliced through its eye. She turned. "Now!"

Heracles offered a grin, as if that would soften his defiance of her. "But the people need help!"

Heracles had grown from a mischievous human child into a man fit to be named a demigod by the people. Born a human but raised by the gods, Athenians would say. He was of towering stature now, hair golden and noble of character. He had a fine weapon, forged by the hands of the Great Champion himself.

Although it was said he could often be seen in town walking alongside an old mutt with a wooden children's toy hanging from his belt.

Thena huffed, turning her attention back to the battle at hand. "It was not up for discussion."

Thena circled the beast. It was massive, like the Bull back in Babylon. It was shaped like a cavalry horse, if massive. Perhaps the story of the Trojan horse would become muddled with this as time went on. "Up!"

Gilgamesh, as if apparating from thin air, appeared at her side and grasped her waist. He even made a full turn, using his strength and velocity to throw the Goddess of War into the air. He put his hand up to his eyes to shield them from the sun, admiring her like a shooting star. "Wow."

Even with Gilgamesh's help, she landed just above the creature's haunches. She closed both palms and dug her swords both into its wiry musculature. It reared up in pain, leaving her to dangle from them with only her own strength.

"Thena!"

"Hang on!" Heracles, having ushered the last of the citizens away from the immediate vicinity of danger, rushed forward. He ran straight at the creature, his eyes on the woman hanging onto its back.

Both Gilgamesh and Heracles swarmed like bees to a flower, watching and waiting anxiously to see if Thena would be thrown from the goliath's back from sheer force of its movements.

Upon its back, she gritted her teeth. "Accursed thing."

She changed the shape of her blades within its flesh, hoping to lodge them therein like fish hooks or poison barbs. But the horse was easily the height of the city gates back on its rear legs like this. If anything, it was only standing up too tall--too far back. She let go of her own accord, swinging herself around. "Gilgamesh! Send it that way!"

He frowned. He didn't want his choice to be between catching her and saving entire blocks of the city. But he raised his fist, charging his energy around it. It wasn't as if the fall could do any real damage. He just would prefer to be the one catching her.

Gilgamesh punched up in the creature's direction. No contact had to be made. He was able to avoid hitting Thena in the crossfire, sending a blast of Cosmic Energy up at the thing's back, forcing it to fall towards the cliffs and away from the edge of town.

Heracles caught her. He had taken a running leap and jumped at a height that was questionable for any human. He even landed successfully, his sandals sliding on the dirt path of the city's entrance for some distance. He looked at the Goddess of War, "you okay?"

Thena frowned up at him (the large child, as far as she was concerned). "Unhand me."

"What?" he laughed, as if this were all a game they were playing.

"I told you to get to safety, that is what," she huffed at him, standing from his embrace and dusting her spotless white dress off. "You are mortal, since it bears repeating."

Young man as he was, now, Heracles still turned his big, sad eyes on her. "I know. But the people need protecting, even if you and Pops have it under control."

She huffed. She could not deny that protecting humans was always the goal, and that surely having more help with it was not a problem. But that meant conceding that the human before her was no longer a child clinging to her with a snotty nose looking for pastry scraps.

She had to concede that he was grown enough to risk his life if he so chose.

"The citizens are clear of the area. They will need you to protect them if the walls are breached," she sufficed to say.

They watched as the massive horse fell, shaking the earth around them. Its back crumbled the cliffside and sent it tumbling down the side of the mountain. The road into the city from the shoreline would be compromised, but at least it and the city gates were standing yet.

Heracles looked at the Eternals, now both shorter than he. "Hephaestus is gonna be mad."

Gilgamesh crossed his arms at him. "I would think the mortal one here shouldn't be the most reckless one."

"Exactly my thoughts," Thena joined him in their united front against Heracles' disobedience.

The human blinked as both of them turned the disapproval on him. He took a step back, holding his hands up in front of him, as if choosing not to see their disapproving frowns would keep them from existing. "Hey, I was just trying to help."

"And since when do I need assistance?"

Gilgamesh snorted. Heracles had stepped right into that dung pile.

The young man cleared his throat, correcting his posture and leaning down in an invitation for her to ruffle his hair. "Never, Goddess Athena."

Thena uncrossed her arms, pushing his head up and away, which ruffled his hair by happenstance. "Agitating child."

He rose to his full height again with a grin. "Yes, Mother."

Thena gave up on lecturing him, choosing to examine the damage and peer down to see if the creature still breathed.

Gilgamesh chuckled at the mortal man, facing down the Goddess of War with such cheek. "You're lucky she's fond of you, or you'd be down there with that thing."

"You think I don't know that?" Heracles laughed. He had inherited Gilgamesh's mirth and zealous sense of humour, of all things.

"It's still alive."

The two of them rushed over. Heracles eagerly reached out to pull Thena out of the path of danger. Gilgamesh slid forward to take his place alongside her, in contrast. But it didn't matter; all three of them plummeted down the cliff as the Deviant attempted to claw its way back up to the city limits.

Its gargantuan hooves slapped into the cliffs, crumbling massive boulders in its wake and making it tumble down even further with every attempt.

Gilgamesh threw himself at both Thena and Heracles, holding his arms above his head. He grunted as he did have to endure a boulder or two before Thena added her power to his and skewered a few with her trident. "Where's Sersi when you need her?"

The dust settled and the three emerged. Thena looked at Heracles extensively. "Unscathed?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," he chuckled as she turned and twisted his head, poked at his arms, even jabbed him in the ribs between the plates of his armour. "Ow!"

"Do not leave your vitals exposed," she took the time to lecture before going to check on the Deviant again.

Heracles ruffled his own golden hair as he followed. "You battle in a toga."

Gilgamesh elbowed him. "Don't talk back to the Goddess of War."

The human sighed, knowing he was outnumbered by his unwavering mentors/parents. "Yes, sir."

The horse was indeed still alive. But as much as Eternals were not gifted swimmers, Deviants truly sank like stones. The monster was thrashing as it continued to tumble downward until it reached the shoreline. Its own mass would soon drown it.

"We should bring Sersi, tell her to expand the landmass and keep that thing's body contained within the rock," Thena declared, still watching until the fight left her enemy's body.

"That's gonna make for some wild fossils someday," Gilgamesh muttered to himself as he too watched. Of course, he only watched for as long as Thena did. He slid his eyes over to her. "Should we...go get her now?"

"We must be certain this thing won't try to claw its way on land again." The Goddess of War had spoken, and that was that.

Both men sighed heavily.

She turned back to them and their petulance. "We will have to climb back up the cliff regardless."

They had indeed fallen a great distance.

Heracles leaned over the edge slightly, holding his hand up mostly for dramatic effect. "It's in the water now, I'm sure it won't take long to be submerged completely."

"Great!"

By the time he turned, Thena was already in Gilgamesh's arms, held like a maiden. His jaw dropped in offense at the idea that they were leaving him there. "Hey!"

"Since you're so tough, you can keep an eye out until Sersi gets here," Gilgamesh chuckled, happily holding his Goddess in his arms and preparing to jump most if not all the height they fell.

"Indeed," Thena agreed, furthering the betrayal. "If you do not wish to listen to my instruction, then you can take the service roads back up to the city. As mortals do."

Heracles pursed his lips (a habit picked up from the goddess herself). "This is unjust."

"Have Sersi walk back with you if dusk falls," Thena pointed out lastly before Gilgamesh charged energy under his feet and took off like a rock from a trebuchet.

Heracles shouted after his petulant parents (always sneaking away to canoodle). "I am not a child!"

[xjordyleighx]

We're all friends here 😌

[shutup-andletme-go]

I cannot rely on one person for me to be happy my happiness isn't allowed to be only triggered by one person I can be happy at every little thing it doesn't matter about this one person