#lmk hehe

[lghtyear]

would you rp with the following ocs ?

the security guard . a man who works as night security for a cemetery . he can also see / commune with the dead . they’re basically his friends at this point . ( 26-28 , paul mescal fc . )

the undercover agent . a humanoid alien who works for unit , managing to slip under the radar and get intel . unfortunately , he’s fallen in love with the human race so now he’s actively trying to mislead his people . ( 23-25 , rudy pankow fc . )

the hopeless writer . a fantasy writer who is currently one of the most renown in the world ! he writes of a vampire family spanning for centuries . his stories are so believable , filled with such interesting plots and painfully real characters . he truly went with the idea of write what you know . ( 482 , jake gyllenhaal fc . )

[starridge]

Frame anon here again! The hell board frame was cool 👉👈 It'd be nice to see that one especially

yayaya! here's the art before compositing :3

[angelcake10023]

🔥✨🔥✨🔥✨

[crimsonspring]

"What do you think our wedding will be like?" She asks, and Rafayel feels his heart still immediately. He gives it a second, letting the two opposing sides of his heart battle it out.

A part of him feels giddy - she wants to be his bride again. It will happen again, because they are fated mates! All of the worrying was for nothing because look - she wants to get married, bonded to him again! Sure, the "sanctity" of marriage amongst humans on this earth is laughable and ludicrous compared to the solemn oath he literally has embedded on his chest... but he'll take it nonetheless. He'll take anything she has to offer, honestly.

Albeit, the other part of him wants to sulk and throw a tantrum. Because this question is simply yet another reminder of what was left forgotten. The fact that she had already been his bride, but that fact to be so horridly and devastatingly taken away from him. Ripped away from his clutching fingers. Sea of God he may be, but the strength of fate has no competition. What a painful reminder that question is, to be reminded that... Oh yeah you were my bride... until?..

Rafayel doesn't realise that dancing between the two emotions has taken some time. Purple eyes swirling with mixed emotions as his lips pursed to the side in silence. This reaction causes her to shift nervously, afraid that she's made him uncomfortable with the question.

She clears her throat soon after, sitting up after spending hours on the couch with him, slouching against the backrest as his purple hair splays out against her chest. The movement shakes him out of his trance, a brief moment of confusion (and a dramatic look of "how could you!”) plastered on his face as he turns around, sitting up for the first time in 2 hours as well. He faces his blushing partner who is clearly flustered at his lack of response.

"Um.. I mean - I'm not saying we will definitely get married or like whatever, it was just a question! I don't even know if you wanna marry me. again, it was just a question, you don't have to answer it if you-"

He gasps dramatically, brows furrowed deeply as he scoots away from her in bewilderment. "Did you say you don't even know if I want to marry you?" He scoffs, standing up and begins to pace around the room. "Is my devotion - and quite frankly - obvious and constant yearning for you not enough? For you to even question that?"

"Rafayel, I-" "Maybe the hunter's association should put you on bed rest if your brain's not functioning properly. Oh perhaps, it's not the brain, it's your heart and its inability to feel the love I have for you. Is that right, hm?"

"Rafayel," she repeats louder this time, sighing. "That was not what i meant - I just.. You went completely silent on me when I asked the question, so I thought you felt uncomfortable with the topic of marriage." shrugging, the red on her cheeks deepens as a replay of the scene comes to mind. she shrivels into herself, crossing her legs as she begins to play with the loose threads of her sweater. "And I know we’ve never talked about it either, so I shouldn't have just sprung it on you like that."

His face softens immediately, guilt pricking his chest as he watches the vulnerability she was expressing. While she isn't exactly wrong - the topic of marriage does make him uncomfortable. As much as he wants her to be his bride, it’ll undoubtedly open new doors for pain all over again. But as uncomfortable it is, Rafayel knows that she is someone he'd carve his own heart out for (well....).

"You have nothing to apologise for.," He reassures her gently, the tone contrasting the loud rant he performed earlier, and he's back on the couch, crawling onto the space next to her. His fingers are careful, he reminds himself he's holding onto his reason of being, his kryptonite, the atoms of sunlight itself. He feels his stomach flip, and the soft warmth that begins to exude from the side of his chest tells him that if she peeked underneath his shirt, she'd bear witness to the physical embodiment of his sacred vow. "It threw me off guard, yes. But only because i've been keeping it myself for far too long, cutie," he smiles, still ever so gentle as his thumb caresses the smooth of her cheek.

"I’ve known that i have wanted to marry you for years now," and while she'll take that as a mere dramatisation (Rafayel being Rafayel), he means that as literally as it gets. Only he is well versed with the pain, humiliation and fear that comes with the wait and longing, and for a moment, he's almost grateful that she doesn't know. He doesn't want her to be burdened with such hardship-filled emotions, so he'll carry it for the both of them.

"You won't be in white - maybe a light shade of blue. I'll obviously wear the best suit ever to be worn. We'll have a ceremony by the beach," he's speaking straight from the vision he's replayed in his mind countless of times, the smile on his face unconsciously growing as he mindlessly twirls a piece of her hair. "You'll have your hair down, and it'll probably get caught in the sea breeze - but it just makes sense to me."

"and," he pauses for a moment, hesitating before he continues. "We'll say our vows twice. One for everyone to bear witness to, and one just for you and me." A vow so sacred and intimate, Rafayel refuses to share with the world. He refuses to taint it even a little bit, it should simply be meant only for his lover and him, and his pure everlasting love for her.

"Oh," he has rendered her speechless, and now it's Rafayel's turn to be nervous, fearing he has made her uncomfortable. Hiding the embarrassment behind a scoff, he pulls away with a pout. "Y-You were the one who brought it up first!" Immediately, she shakes her head and pulls him back into her chest and Rafayel doesn't fight his body when it relaxes immediately. "I was just a little surprised, Raf - in a good way. Didn't think you would've had all these little details in mind already." Her voice mirrors his previously gentle one, and Rafayel feels his eyes flutter shut, coaxed by her fingers running through his hair.

She hesitates, but braves herself to say it. time and again, once peeling off his layers, she's beared witness to his endless courage so why not walk in his footsteps? "I do hope we get married." Her voice is quieter, but it speaks volumes to him. He feels a lump form in his throat at the emotions that begin to overflow within him. He reaches out to catch onto her hand that's combing through his hair and brings it to his chest in attempts to quell the tears that threaten to form behind his closed lids.

Shakily, his lips whisper against her knuckles, "In my mind, we already are."

In his world, they already were. How lucky is he to get married to her, again and again, and again.

God, he'd do it a million times over.

[kristea9ay]

How and where did he walk for the first time?

Mk fell asleep with both of his parents cuddling, but when he wakes up...his papa is upset? Not on his watch!

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[joemama-2]

𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 & 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚

・❥・ pairing: veteran! levi x fem reader

╰┈➤ synopsis: known as ‘marley’s darling’, your father, a high-ranking marleyan diplomat, introduced you as his pride and joy since you were out the womb. dazzling smiles, coy and subtly flirtatious remarks, an innocent but seductive allure that keeps you in the eyes of the public. with concerns for your safety, your father hires levi ackerman as your personal bodyguard, a war hero to some, a warm criminal to others. the same man who fought against your people.

・❥・ tags/warnings: age gap, levi is in his late thirties, reader is 26, angst, fluff, smut, alcohol, drugs, war veteran! levi, reader takes inspo from marilyn monroe, mentions of ptsd, depression, death, post! war, prejudice, guns, knives, violence, reader is marleyan, slow burn, sorta opposites attract?, dark themes, cussing, gross men, no titans! modern au, may have some canon divergent elements (e.g. levi has both legs still lol)

chapter 1: primadonna girl

chapter 2: unclaimed territory

chapter 3:

[bluukive]

T.H.I.N.K

warnings - mdni, angst, Mandela Catalog inspired, Gojo turns into an alternate/he's been replaced, body horror, psychological manipulation, guns, sụicide mentions, implication of sụicide

wc - 1.4k

an - I don't recommend reading this if you struggle with anything in the warnings. Credits to Alex Kister for creating my fave piece of horror media and credits to lunarelles on IG for the banner

“This is a message for the citizens of Mandela County.”

Gojo was sprawled on the floor, and you were behind him on the couch with both legs dangling off of his broad shoulders. A hand curled into his white locks in an attempt to soothe—- you, him…both of you? You didn’t know, and it didn’t work. 

“If you see a person with biologically impossible characteristics, run away and hide.”

“Y’ever realise how weird it’s gotten? In this county, I mean. It’s too quiet,” Gojo murmurs, face impassive and illuminated by the static of the TV before you both.

“If you see another person that looks identical to you, run away and hide.”

Gojo’s voice was casual, as if he was trying to make light of the current situation. "Everyone’s acting weird, going missing… I don’t know. I don’t like it.”

“Refrain from any kind of communication—”

A sigh left the taller man's lips. Neither of you were listening to the broadcast, too busy reminiscing of the lost days where you could trust your own minds. 

“DO NOT REVEAL YOUR FEARS. They CAN and WILL be used against you.”

“I just miss the old times. I’m scared of being replaced,” his voice drops lower as he leans his head back into your hands. You couldn’t blame him, but silence met his ears. What could you even say to him? You decided to leave him where he was and go to bed.

“Know your place in reality.”

The TV flickered once, twice, before its light fizzled out into darkness. Gojo stood by the TV for the remainder of the night.

“Kill yourself. There’s not enough room for the two of us.” 

--· --- -··     ·· ···     -· --- -     ···· · ·-· ·

The house you shared with Gojo was cold. That was what woke you up the next morning. It was the kind of cold that crawled under your skin and welded your joints together with a painful stiffness.

It was also quiet. Too quiet—unusual, considering that by now, Gojo would’ve been hollering from the kitchen for you to wake up and hand-feed him pancakes. But he wasn’t.

You rubbed your bleary eyes, wincing at the way your muscles screamed in protest at the slightest movement. But closing your eyes again felt wrong. The creeping sensation that the space around you was both occupied and observed made you shudder—like your body hadn’t caught up with the fact that your presence had already been overwritten. You shrugged off the feeling—maybe to your own detriment, and made your way out of the bedroom with the distinct awareness of eyes lingering on you every step of the way.

Gojo’s room was empty when you passed by. Strange, but maybe he’d felt the cold too. When you peered into the kitchen, he was already sitting there. Two bowls of cereal rested on the dining table. Untouched. No spoons.

He was too still for your liking. You weren’t even sure if he was breathing.

With a hesitant tap to his shoulder, you whispered his name.

Gojo didn’t react at first—his body tense, shoulders squared. There was no obvious hostility radiating off of him, but everything about him felt… off.

Then—

“Oh, hi. Didn’t see you there,” he said in a voice that wasn’t quite right. It sounded like someone playing a recording, his mouth just a fraction of a second out of sync.

And that fraction didn’t escape you.

“Why are you just sitting here, you weirdo?” you asked with a weak smile, nudging his shoulder lightly. Gojo craned his neck up to look at you. A smile formed on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His neck moved too far. It stretched unnaturally.

It took everything in you not to react.

“Sleep well?” he asked, beginning to eat his cereal with a spoon that—hadn’t been there before. Gojo raised his arm, dragging the utensil to his mouth like it weighed a hundred pounds.

Another smile. One with too many teeth.

You lied as you sat across from him, palms clammy, gaze fixed firmly on anything but him. “I slept fine, I guess. You?”

“I don’t sleep. Not when you’re gone,” Gojo said. His hands paused mid-air before lowering slowly, unnaturally. Like marionette strings loosening.

“The fuck do you mean by that?” you huffed, squinting your eyes and trying not to betray your increasing dread. He sounded like Gojo—he even acted like Gojo, spouting some bizarre statement like always. But your eyes weren’t lying to you.

“Oh, you know. You close your eyes, and you’re just… gone. I don’t like it when you do that.”

…

“Yeaaah, you’re definitely weird today, haha.” A nervous laugh bubbled up in your throat, blood rushing to your head far too quickly. “Just gonna… excuse myself.”

You couldn’t bear to be in the same room as that.

With a faux grin stretched across your face, you got up and headed back to your room—your last safe place.

--· --- -··     ·· ···     -· --- -     ···· · ·-· ·

The T.H.I.N.K principle. That was all you could think as the days went by. Praying didn’t work. After all, how could you seek solace from a God who had been replaced one of them? 

T - Tell an authority figure about your encounter H - Hinder the alternate's movement I - Identify the class type N - Neutralize the alternate (If safe to do so) K - Know your place in reality

The cold remained in your house, a place that no longer felt like home. It didn’t leave, and neither did ‘Gojo’. His laughter still bounced around the building. He would hum songs, ones that didn’t exist. He’d freeze in place, head bent at an unnatural angle as the memories of what once was began to fade away.

You weren’t blind. It was all an act meant to charm, meant to persuade you that, yes, everything was okay. Nothing had changed, and Gojo was still the man you came to love all those years ago. 

Except he wasn’t.

The last week was draining as you carried out a covert observation, all whilst mourning the loss of the original Gojo. It was agonising— quiet, choked sobs filling the increasingly hostile atmosphere of your bedroom when the sun had set. You had to accept it. He was gone, replaced. All by a type 1 doppelgänger— an exact replica of him consisting of the slightest of flaws that gives his cursed nature away. 

You sat there on your bed, door locked firmly shut as you thought back to the change in behaviours. The breakdown was rapid— seemingly harmless behaviours increasing in sheer absurdity to the point where your own safety was compromised. Gojo’s fingers twitched more frequently at first. His pupils stopped responding to light. Within days, Gojo stopped blinking all together, eyes refusing to dry out.  

That… thing, was wearing his skin. And he was staring at you from outside of his body. 

A heavy weight sat beside you, the metal cold as it served as a silent reminder of what you must do in the worst case (and rapidly approaching) scenario. Neutralise the alternate. 

But a cooing voice brought you out of your thoughts. You sat up straight, eyes flitting to your bedroom door. It sat slightly ajar, the hallway outside pitch-black.

Didn’t you lock it? 

It was as if all oxygen had been choked out of your body. You swallowed, heart seeming to thump steadily in your throat. 

“Open the do-door! I h-haa-have a sur-surprise for y-ou-you!”

A singular eye between the crack of the door came into view.

Then two

Three.

Four.

Five. 

Six blue eyes. 

Six blue eyes that were fixated solely on you. You shrieked, hands fumbling for the gun. Hold it like he taught you to. 

“Ge— get away from me, what are you?!” 

Tears dripped freely from your eyes, blurring your view as you held out the gun in front of you. Both arms shook violently, skewing your aim before you slumped against the bed in defeat. Had you been praying to the one you sought an escape from unknowingly?

“I ha-have a pres-pre-present for yo-you!”

No one was coming to help.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there on the bed, knees tucked to your chest and fingers wrapped around the cool steel. But you were definitely sitting there long enough for those tears to disappear the longer its voice called out of you. The only thing you felt now was acceptance. 

No one was coming to help. 

“I’m ending things on my terms, you bastard,” you hissed, picking up the gun once more. 

BANG!

…

Uh-oh! Bad decision, y/n!

[tinybunbunn]

Flipnote animation?? In 2024??? No way…

I just really wanted to animate something simple so it might as well be these cuties being CUTE!!

[kaogens]

future vocaloid charm designs ^__^ preorders open this weekend if everything goes right!

[offical-shortdevil]

This!

Is my reaction lol.

@kyri45 here's some memes I took the time to make.

[kamishirowxs]

pink? happy pride!

pfp version + extra below

did u know my fav coloue is pink kjbbisggsdjsfh

[loveafterlife]

happy birthday lucifer!!

vers. without the text and original ref image above o7

[miifu666]

I think its a bit funny how many kids see Suklha as a maternal figure they could cling on to, but the adults CANNOT see her like that. Wdym this centipede lady who turned 2 dragons into blocks of minecraft is your "auntie" ??? Crazy.

Also a mix of lost kiddos that accidentally went into Suklha Universe, MK and ChiLiang ( @mehiwilldoitlater ) 😋 i made this fast, ik it looks bland shhhh.

[muffinsouffle]

Monkey's first love~

My headcanon is that this is how macaque got feeling for wukong and how he becomes a tomato every time his best friend get close to him.

I hope you liked this post and have a wonderful day 💖

[pastel-medic]

Made myself some Freak Fortress ocs for fun! Meet Eye Candy (and Bloodyapple)!💌🎀

More stuff about them under the cut!

EYE CANDY 👁️🍬

Uses He/She/They pronouns!

Steals eyes. Literally. They will take your eyes.

Has the biggest sweet tooth ever

Head over heels for Bloodyapple

BLOODYAPPLE🩸🍎

Uses He/They/It pronouns

Has an entire collection of skulls that it wears on his belt and shoulders

Does NOT like to be reminded that they have the word "apple" in their name (for reasons); prefers to just be called Blood

Drinks actual blood

[prettybluebro]