#let them rest dude!!!

[aroace-for-the-win]

The pain that most aroace characters are going through....

[ftm-dick-grayson]

[ID: the "you can excuse racism?" meme format. The first woman is labeled "Duke" and the words have been edited to say "I can excuse eight heads in a duffel bag but I draw the line at littering." The second woman is labeled "Nightwing" and the words have been edited to say "you can excuse eight heads in a duffel bag??" End ID]

[undertalethingems]

Unexpected Guests Chapter 10: Page 8

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Gaster may have caught him off guard, but Flowey’s not done with him--he’s not about to let Gaster take away the one person who could possibly understand him. He’s finally doing something to earn his ‘best friend’ image.

I had some fun with this page! Coming up with all the little moments of Frisk and the monsters was nice, and then getting to draw some of Flowey’s off-kilter expressions, both were a nice stretch of the creative muscles.

Flowey has more to say next time--look for the next page on Feb. 23rd!

[psychotic-nonsense]

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There's not much Steve remembers.

There's a group of people walking through the woods, some older, some teens. He's amongst them. The sky is too dark and the trees are too dead. His hands are tight, holding something close. There's an air of panic, stress, hurry, caution. A mistake was made, and they need to escape.

Then instincts flare and the trees descend on them. Sharp rushes of wind, the shrill shrieking of something otherworldly. There's teeth and sharp whips and screaming and gunshots.

Then the swirling mass parts and the shrieks turn human, and Steve remembers the visceral fear of seeing the mass separate. One half rises, carrying a flailing, manic figure, and no no no Robin please no not Robin please no me take me instead you bastards not Robin please no Robin Robin-

Then the other half descends, whips circle his wrists, and the ground falls beneath him. There's screaming behind and before him as the earth fades away, and it's a cruel parallel, floating when all he wants to do is sink.

Robin's thrashing, Steve's thrashing. Their weapons have no use here, where teeth and whips maul them. Amid the pain, all Steve can do is plead to Robin, to forgive, to hope, to fight.

Robin finds the weak spot first. A quick succession of blind swings, a fierce thrash of flailing limbs. The bats scare, release her. But they're too high. Steve feels his throat go coarse as he watches Robin crash into the dead forest below, unable to differentiate the snapping between bark and bone.

Steve finds it in him to copy the act, do the same. And somehow, it works. Somehow, he's weightless.

There's a fierce pressure and the first snap he remembers feeling both on and within his skin-

And Steve wakes up.

It's not sudden, it's gradual. He feels the pains within him slowly throb to life, rousing him from sleep like an anchor rising from the sea. His left hand feels thick, and there's a burning poker laying across his forehead. His jaw feels wrong, and his eye stings and throbs.

His other senses slowly begin to return as well. He's laying down, his head tilted to his left, a bit cramped in the space as something presses around his shoulders. The material he's on isn't very comfortable either, some parts stabbing into his back, and there's a crinkling sound every time he breathes. He hears the faint rippling of water, and somewhere out there, it rushes fast and hard.

It's hell to even think of doing it, but as Steve returns to reality, his instincts rise to the surface, and he knows he has to get up soon. So he opens his eyes. He fights the involuntary tears, wincing as the stinging worsens, then wincing further when his face crumbles in the looping pain.

Finally, he can see a little. Where he is, it's thankfully pretty dark, with only a faint golden glow illuminating the area around him. His eyes strain to see through the darkness past the range of the light-

And then Steve notices where he is. A boathouse. The boathouse. The same one from a night that feels like a lifetime ago, rather than a few weeks. The start of their worst journey, the beginning of a friendship that would grow just to rot into a sour mess of guilt and loneliness.

He's laying within the same boat too...

His eyes focus on some motion across from him. A table covered in a lump of tarps and ratty cloths, and atop it sleeps a figure. Her face is scrunched up in pain, a patch of bloody fabric covering her cheek. One leg has been removed of all clothes, the ankle wrapped and foot elevated. Steve knows her, and instinct briefly overpowers everything else.

"Robs?-" Steve cracks out, his voice sore and rough. His body tries to rise, moving habitually, and he barely rises onto his elbows before the world pounces on him again. It's so strong and he's so weak that he can't move more than the closing of his eyes and the falling of his chin to his chest, can't make a sound louder than a whimper.

Suddenly there's a noise, there's movement beside him. The light glows just a tough brighter, and there's a base warmth suddenly pulsing through his chest.

It's a person, shushing him. Their hand is resting softly on his back, simultaneously supporting him and urging him down.

"Please, stay. It is better for you to rest."

The voice speaks softer than Steve can remember, but he still knows it. It's monotone, sounds ghostly, faint, quiet in a way that has nothing to do with volume, but it's still familiar. Still brings the memories around Steve right into the present, takes him back to that corpse, makes the presence around him feel more melancholic than scary.

Which is funnily enough, even more terrifying.

Steve can't move, can't pull his sight up to face what can't be reality.

"Apologies for the location. We cannot stray too far from the Gates."

The monotone changes to sound almost apologetic, more real, more like what Steve has been craving. It's what finally makes him cave, to turn his eyes to face the impossible.

Who he sees, what he sees, both crushes and rises his hope. Because past everything before him - the inhuman glow, the calm, plain expression - he finds exactly what he's been fighting for.

"Eddie...?" Steve pleads.

The blank face falls, just slightly. Like it's guilty.

"I'm sorry. No. Not quite."

(cleaner version below)

[asleepyyeti]

unnervingly domestic

the first part of a platonic reader/ghost series (with some poly!141 included from time to time) because i think living with this dude would be a series of Events. also i like to imagine him becoming just oddly attached to his pet civilian.

You can tell Simon’s home by the fuck-off huge boots in the hallway, and you can tell Johnny’s with him by the uproariously loud laughter coming from the living room. It makes you smile as you toe off your own shoes.

Taking the shopping into the kitchenette, you see the two of them on the sofa – well, the three of them, counting Luna, who quickly jumps off of Johnny to greet you.

“Hello misses, yes, you think I have something for you? You’re right! But not right now, okay? Gotta let me put away the human food first.”

“You’re home,” Simon says, in a flat way that anyone else would take as him hating you, but you can hear the upturned corners of his lips in his voice.

“Can’t believe Miss Lulu abandoned me so quickly,” Johnny moans, tumbling off of the sofa to follow her, moping, to the kitchen.

“Her auntie has been the one feeding her for the past few months,” you say, still trying to dodge Luna’s enthusiastic greetings. “Some of us are very much food motivated, aren’t we?”

“Hey, good te see ya, hen,” Johnny says, bundling you up in a hug while you try to stop him from squishing a baguette between you.

“And you, Johnny,” you say, squeezing him back as best you can. “You hungry?”

“Always,” he sighs, “but Si says it’s takeaway day for the pair of ye, so we were waiting for your order.”

“It is, but I don’t mind cooking on homecoming days, not for you two.”

“So sweet, this one,” Johnny croons, loud enough for Simon to hear. “If you ever get the hankerin’ to switch flatmates…”

“She won’t.” Simon stands at the edge of the counter, looming slightly over his boyfriend's shoulder. “I’m too charming.”

Both you and Johnny snort.

“Luna’s dinner is in this one,” you say, placing one of your shopping bags on the counter. “Someone please feed her, she’s clearly never ever even heard of food. Look at her…” You turn on your baby voice. “She’s just a hungry little baby, isn’t she? One of your dad’s will feed you, I promise.”

“You’re turning my child soft.”

“She’s a princess,” you assert. Simon doesn't respond, instead rustling around for Luna's food. He pulls out a bag of kibble that is decidedly more fancy than the one he'd been feeding her when he left. You don't meet his eye when he glares at you. "A princess."

He sighs.

[part 2]

[rosalinesurvived]

Can you believe the Agency only had a month of downtime after their boss was nearly murdered and the full force of the Mafia pounded on them before they were framed for conspiracy, mass murder and terrorism? And in between that month Ranpo had to go through the whole Perfect Crime Fiasco, Mushitarou’s “murder” and Kunikida was in prison? Asagiri let them rest, the entirety of BSD should cover at least a couple of years

[shuploc]

If you do an Astarion painting I'm gonna evaporator /pos

Y'know what... It's kinda crazy, cuz I've literally been an Astarion stan since the beta, I'm collecting edits of him like it's pokemon cards too, but I just haven't talked about him on here at all lmao

I will definitely draw him, I guess I'm just gonna throw that out there; there might be a couple of pieces of him sprinkled in amongst everything else down the line. Thank you for the suggestion though, I've mentioned before how I feel pretty bad about drawing stuff from lots of fandoms at the same time, but idk, this time it does feel a little different ❤️

[dairyfreenugget]

I could count the amount of original stories of mine that don't have horror elements on one hand and idk what that says about me

[obsessive-dumpling]

I've gone back and forth about if I am going to tune in for leaks tonight. And I've opted to not...with that being said: good luck gang🤞I hope we make history tonight. See you all on the other side!

[broke-on-books]

Best thing about being a Scooby Doo fan: you can meet some of the nicest people with some really cool ideas and hcs, there's such an abiding love for the franchise, which on its own is just AMAZING, such a wealth of content to dive into, and I haven't even gotten into the fan REDESIGNS and aus and-

Worst thing about being a Scooby Doo fan: people irl in public will come up to you with some of the worst Scooby takes ever (Scrappy found dead in Miami, SDMI revolutionized animation, etc.) and you have to restrain yourself from getting into a fistfight with some rando acquaintance/friend-of-a-friend in public ALL THE TIME 💀

[bamgeut]

like i don't mean to be a debbie downer so don't come for me but how are they releasing an album just a few days after yeonjun's mixtape lmao this whole thing is so messy

[dbphantom]

I can only dream of seeing a fraction of the discourse that happens on OP tumblr

[designernishiki]

seriously yakuza 3 should’ve ended almost exactly the same way it did except when it’s shown that kiryu’s back in okinawa at the end majima should’ve been there too. that’s it. that’s all they needed to do

[girlcrushau]

[crushpunchh]

re. my last tags about the person on the TOH wiki who absolutely Hated Lilith's Guts. this was the funniest person on the PLANET to me.

putting all the stuff they said under the read more. its described but lmk if i did anything wrong ive never done image descriptions before.

not censoring users or anything cause you can find it all by just. looking on the toh wiki.

theyre so preoccupied with people thinking shes pretty...???? "beautiful, which she is not, by the way." "lilith is ugly you mean." on a comment completely unrelated to her appearance. ? what happened did she reject you. the complete insistence nothing good is ever going to happen to her. im entranced. boss?

this is one of my personal favorites for the complete and utter Irrelevancy:

its completely irrelevant if you like her. its a wiki. thats literally what its meant for ??

plus on their message wall theres like. all this?

and they did it on stuff thats NOT liliths specific page, too:

i noticed while i was putting together the image descriptions for this post that they seem to have had two accounts, and sure enough from the Coaf001 account:

and then of course the grand finale:

....boss?

[t1erradelfuego]

web weaving or whatever