#lookit this beautiful boy

[labyrinthinefeline]

Baby is home!! I just finished putting him together, and oof, he wasn't so tricky as much as the flippin' chair was!😹

My husband got this for my 36th birthday (it's a bit early, my bday isn't until next Thursday). He was worried that Johnny might not come in and was about to message the seller when I heard something hit the porch and BOOM! Mr. MacTavish landed on my doorstep!🧼

I'm so happy right now!

[My edit. Please do NOT repost or use without permission! Thank ya kindly!]

[multi-lefaiye]

oh yeah i'm finally trying transtape so i doodled eden using it earlier

[tangledinink]

I love your Swanatello and Gemini AUs! Your art style is scrumptious <3

AAA THANK YOU!!!! ; 0 ;

[allsystemsblue]

AAAAAAAAND he did it again.

GUYS. GUYS. LOOK WHO HE BROUGHT US THIS TIME. 😍

By Kryptic_Studio on TT.

[adflictus]

©️ PatamYsa

[tangledinink]

AND ID DO IT AGAIN

*shaking kayson back and forth* youuuuuu you did this!!!! you hurt my frekaing boy!!!!!!!!!!!!! how could you do this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(drew this based off a scene from @tangledinink's I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? which you all legally have to read and love and comment and kudos and adore)

[lay-z]

🧸 Day 17 – Christmas elf gone rogue

A continuation of Days 1 (All I want for Christmas) and 9 (Separated), which means it’s set in the same universe!

Synopsis: It’s been two years since your son, Colin, was born and three heavenly years of being married to the one and only, John MacTavish.

Pairing: John Soap MacTavish x fem!Reader

Warnings/Info: No smut. | ex-military!Reader; time jump; tooth-rotting fluff; humour; domesticity; married life/established relationship; mildly suggestive content

Word count: 1.5k

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“There ye go,” John says while he tries to suppress his laughter at how ridiculously adorable his son looks. “Now ye look like a wee Christmas elf, laddie.”

Colin has been sporting a pout since his father pulled the red and green striped Christmas jumper over his little head, ruffling his dark curls and squishing his chubby cheeks for good measure.

“Itchy, papa!” The toddler protests, tugging at the fabric of the jumper as soon as John hoists him up onto his hip with practiced ease.

“Aye, I know,” John agrees with a dramatic sigh as he hooks one finger of his free hand under the collar of his matching jumper to scratch at his equally itchy neck, “–but it’s for yer mama and we want ta make mama happy, eh?”

Colin nods with determination, but his azure blue eyes sparkle with mischief.

Meanwhile, you’re still setting wine glasses on the large oak wood table, making the last few arrangements in the dining room while the Christmas dinner you’ve been preparing all day is slowly cooking in the kitchen.

You can hear John’s boisterous laughter and Colin’s sweet squeals coming all the way from upstairs.

“Hen, I’m tryin’ ta put socks on Colin’s feet, but he won’t let me!”

You freeze in your movements when John calls out to you while you’re in the middle of putting the matching knife and fork down next to another decorated plate.

“Trying?” You utter under your breath before you turn to the direction of the wooden staircase, narrowing your eyes as you strain your ears to listen better. “Did you say “trying”, Johnny?!”

Still hearing their laughter and squeals, you can’t help but laugh along with them quietly to yourself as you set the polished cutlery down to make your way upstairs after all.

“Do you need any help?” You call out as you make your way towards Colin’s bedroom.

At the sound of your voice and footsteps coming up the stairs, John’s head snaps up to look towards the open bedroom door while he continues to gently wrestle his toddler son on the soft, carpeted floor.

Sensing his father’s distraction, Colin squirms free of the loose headlock he’d been put in and takes off running out of his room, giggling and shrieking in delight when he realizes his sudden freedom.

“HOLD ON, YE WEE RASCAL!” John calls after him as he tries and fails to catch him again. The toddler is fast despite his little legs, he takes after his mother after all, and the pitter-patter of his small, naked feet on the hardwood floor echoes down the hallway.

Just when you reach the top of the stairs, Colin comes running out of his children’s room, down the hallway towards the stairs – and right into your quick arms.

“Oh, lookit this! Santa lost himself a Christmas elf!” You exclaim with laughter as you pick your toddler son up swiftly, perching him up on your hip before smothering his chubby cheeks with kisses while Colin giggles uncontrollably. “Mama!”

John can feel his heart swell with love and warmth as soon as he exits his son’s bedroom and watches how you effortlessly catch his boy to scoop him up into the safety of your arms.

John shakes his head as if to clear some thoughts from his mind as he approaches you two, chuckling to himself while his heart continues to melt at the sight of you, his beautiful wife, cuddling your son, his son, to your chest.

“He’s not wearing his socks yet, hen.” He sighs with fond exasperation.

“Eh, it’s alright,” you reply with a small shrug, grinning at Colin as you grab a hold of one small foot with your free hand. “The house is warm enough and we have underfloor heating, babe. He can run around without socks for a little bit.”

“Yes!” Colin exclaims happily as you kiss his forehead before putting the wriggly, excited toddler back on the ground.

Seeing John’s slight yet feigned frown and pout as you betray his authority, you act fast and kneel down to be on eye-level with your son.

“Hey, Coco,” you say overenthusiastically to get his attention once more. “Our house is toasty warm, because your amazing daddy built a fire in the fireplace for us. How cool is that, huh?”

Sure enough, the toddler looks up at his father, bright blue doe-eyes wide and glimmering with awe and happiness, making John feel a burst of pride swell in his chest at your words of praise and his son’s admiration.

“T-toastie?” Colin repeats your words with that adorable, soft little lisp of his.

“Aye, laddie,” John nods, a soft, warm smile spreading across his lips. “The house is toasty warm, ‘cause yer da made a good fire.”

“Gosh, you two are so adorable.” You utter with an affectionate sigh as you stand up again, clutching your fluttering heart as you listen and watch the sweet interaction between your husband and son. “Isn’t he adorable, Johnny? We have the cutest little son… and he looks exactly like you.”

Colin really does look like a mini version of his father. Same hair and eye colour, same mannerisms, the same cheeky smile and propensity to cause mischief. When Rosemary, your mother-in-law, had shown you a photo album of John’s childhood, you were almost creeped out by the resemblance.

John chuckles warmly as Colin shifts on his little feet, chubby cheeks blushing a rosy colour while you gush over him.

“Aye, he really is.” He agrees, his gaze wandering to catch yours again.

While you’re still focused on the toddler, John allows himself to let his eyes roam over you for a moment, drinking in the sight of his wife all dolled up for the evening with the 141 and their families. Your face, your body, your hair and pretty eyes… all of you so absolutely gorgeous.

How do you get more breathtakingly beautiful each day? And how did he ever get so lucky?

John sucks in a sharp breath through his nose when he feels himself heat up and stir inside his navy blue slacks. Oh, bloody hell…

Suddenly, the doorbell rings out downstairs and Colin immediately takes off running down the stairs, his bare feet cutely padding along the hardwood floor as he squeals again, knowing that his uncles and aunties will be coming over today.

“Careful, Colin!” You call after him before shaking your head with a soft scoff. “Ugh, that boy…”

As you turn around to face your husband again, his smoldering gaze holds something that you recognize immediately.

“Don’t, John. Not now, not… yet.”

The sound of your admonishing voice snaps John back to reality, making him blink a few times before clearing his throat while he tries to fix his face into a more neutral expression despite the heat that’s already pooling deep in his lower gut.

He quirks one dark eyebrow. “Wait, what? Yet?” His gaze drifts lower to your deep red-painted lips as he closes the distance between you two, big hands reaching out to cup and grope your waist. “What d’ye mean by tha’, hen?”

You quirk an eyebrow as you let your hands roam over his buff chest, feeling it puff out beneath your palms as he rumbles appreciatively before you starts tugging and adjusting the collar of his silly Christmas jumper.

“It means –“ You rub your lips together, feeling the smooth lipstick on them as you feel John’s vigilant eyes follow the movement. “It means that I have a very special surprise for you tonight, but you’ll have to wait for that until our dear guests have left.” You explain, lashes fluttering as you meet his curious gaze, and you can practically watch his pupils dilate like a cat’s catching sight of its prey.

He gulps, his voice now husky as he speaks, “A special present, eh?”

“Very special.” You nod, resting your palms on his broad shoulders and massaging them lightly.

“How very special are we talkin’ here, wifey? Care ta gimme a wee hint?” He murmurs as he slowly leans in, hands sneaking around to your backside while he bumps the tip of his nose against yours affectionately.

Your lips split into a cheeky smile at his obvious arousal and your own eyes go half-lidded; lips brushing against his as you decide to end the torturing suspense.

“You said you want another baby, didn’t you?” He nods, letting out a playful low growl while his hands squeeze your ass cheeks over your dress. “Careful what ye say next, lass, or I might throw ye over my shoulder and carry ye to our bed.”

You giggle softly, “Well, according to my cycle, tonight would be a great night to conceive.”

John snarls against your lips and you yelp with laughter when he picks you up by the back of your thighs with ease, hips slotting between your spread legs as he pins you against the hallway wall. He crashes his lips on yours while your arms wrap around his neck, fingers raking through his short Mohawk as you meet his kiss with equal passion, and you make out in the short hallway upstairs like a pair of hormonal teenagers, until Colin’s sweet voice calls out.

“Mooommy! Daaaddy! Uncy Pwice is here!”

[milliesfishes]

Re:writers block- Um either one of the with their like 2 year old daughter😭

OHHHHH MY GOODNESS I LOVE

Billy:

Billy was born to be a girl dad- he’d be so, so doting on her. like you knew when she was born she’d be a daddy’s girl and you were just fine with that because you wanted her to adore him. he’d take her on his horse and she loves it, always asking when daddy’s gonna take her again. he’d come home from work and pick her up and spin her around- you always knew when he was home because you’d hear your daughter’s giggling from the kitchen. he’d come in with your baby on his hip all smiley. “hi mama.”

you’d smile as he gave you a kiss, telling your daughter to give mommy a kiss too. and your sweet little daughter always did, much to your delight.

“Look so pretty,” he’d tell you, bouncing your baby on his hip and looking at her. “Ain’t mama pretty?”

“Pretty!” your daughter would exclaim, waving her little hand at you. she'd been named Charlotte when she was born, but he took one look at her rosy cheeks and said they looked like cherries. and that was what he called her. you loved watching them together, leaning on the porch railing after you were done cleaning up. they’d be in the garden, and she’d show him the flowers she picked and grasped in her chubby fists. it was adorable: Billy and his Cherry.

he'd see you on the porch and wave you over, tugging you down to sit with him, with your knees resting on his thigh, your feet between his legs. Cherry would come over and sit on his leg, showing you the few more flowers she had aquired and pushing them into your hand.

"for me?" you'd smile. "how lovely."

billy'd watch the whole scene with a soft smile on his face, then put his arms around the both of you, his cheek resting on your head, his other hand holding Cherry to his chest. "lookit m' girls," he'd say, kissing your cheek and then the top of Cherry's head. "lucky man, I am."

(President) Coryo:

I think of Coryo as the type of dad who'd absolutely spoil his child, but especially if it was a daughter. you'd worried Coryo would be more absent since the baby wasn't a boy, but you didn't think he could have loved her more than he did. he'd hold her on his lap while he was doing paperwork, bouncing her on his knee and letting her draw little hearts on his proposals.

he'd dress her in pretty things just as he did you, and spoil her with little presents. you always said you were lucky your daughter was so sweet or else she'd be a monster with how he let her get her way.

if you had a difficult birth, Coryo would have been slower to warm up to the baby than you were, at first looking at her as something that nearly killed you. but the minute he held her he was smitten, rocking her back and forth, a smile melting his usual stoic expression. it warmed your heart to see them together. he'd make sure his daughter had every advantage in the world, everything she wanted was at her fingertips.

he always said she looked like you but you thought she was all Coryo, with his pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes. seeing the face of someone you loved in your little daughter only endeared her to you more.

after a long day of work, he'd stand up and stretch, heading into the nursery to see her, the bright spot in his day. sometimes you'd already be in there, standing beside her bed and watching her sleep.

he'd wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder, watching her too.

"has she been asleep long?" he'd ask, kissing the side of your head, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your sleeping baby.

"just a few minutes," you'd say, and he'd bury his nose in your hair, smiling softly.

"she's beautiful, isn't she?" he'd murmur into your hair.

"yes," you'd lean back into him. he said the same thing every time and you loved it. "she is."

[into-deepspace]

two baby crows

sylus & (luke & kieran) • accidental baby acquisition • fluff • ao3 link

requests open, reblogs appreciated! fic below the cut :)

Summary:

Two little boys, with dirty hands and bright red hair and too-thin cheeks, sitting on their feet on a raggedy blanket.

Dammit. Sylus has always had a thing for strays.

Or, Sylus is acquainted with two future sources of trouble.

Sylus never did know just why he was walking that street.

He's not a man that prefers slowness – not unless it's the measured saunter that terrifies those who dare cross him in their final moment, or the occasional slow organ piece drawn out by his deft fingers. His preference for transportation has always been his bike, sleek and nimble and faster than a vehicle its size feasibly should be. So, all things considered, him walking, strolling down the ever-dark streets of the N109 Zone, was an anomaly.

He's certainly not there for the beauty, or the good weather, or the pleasant company. N109 Zone seems incapable of harboring any of those things. And yet still Sylus walks, his suit jacket slung over one arm, polished shoes nearly silent against the pavement.

And that's when he hears it.

“Who-hooooaahhh! Kieran, lookit.” It's a young voice, much younger than Sylus is used to hearing in this wasteland. His step falters, his brow furrows. A second voice, also unmistakably that of a child, shushes the first.

“You gotta be quiet,” the second hisses. “Or we might- whoah, that is a lot.” There's shuffling and whispering and a few giggles here and there. At some point, Sylus has halted in his steps completely, standing and listening to the two children he cannot yet see. They discuss buying juice, then shoes, then all matters of silly, frivolous things.

Sylus listens. Something in the practiced hardness of his soul twinges.

He steps around the corner, dark red eyes scanning the alleyway. Twin faces look up at him, mouths open, eyes wide.

It's two little boys, with dirty hands and bright red hair and too-thin cheeks, sitting on their feet on a raggedy blanket. One of them appears to have something on his face, perhaps dirt, perhaps something else entirely. They're passing what appears to be several stolen wallets and money clips between them. Inwardly, Sylus is impressed at the haul they've managed at such a young age.

“What are you two doing here?” he asks. His voice, deep and echoing, seems to fill the alleyway, and the two boys tense. They look at each other, then back at him.

“None of your business!” the bolder (or perhaps, just the louder) of the two tosses out. The other boy shushes him, grabbing one of the wallets in a tiny hand and stuffing it into his shirt. Sylus raises an eyebrow.

It's a sad sight, objectively. Two little boys, twins by the looks of things, hunched over their stolen spoils in an N109 alleyway and fantasizing about being able to have toys. Sad, but not uncommon, not here. Sylus sees things like this every day. He's not a philanthropist. He usually walks on by.

But dammit, something inside him won't let him do the same here.

He pulls his own wallet, stuffed thick with cash and several of his cards, out of his pocket. The boys watch him warily. With a careless gesture, Sylus drops his wallet between them.

The boys look back between themselves and him again. They don't say a word, almost like they're speaking telepathically amongst themselves. Then, finally, after a heavy and silent several moments, one boy reaches cautiously for the wallet, while the other remains a little watchdog, staring intently at him.

The boy holding his wallet begins rifling through, eyes growing wider and wider. Sylus is a very rich man, not unused to people gawking at the wealth he boasts. Still, there's something different, something almost endearing, about the childlike marvel that crosses the boy's face. Forgetting about their unspoken agreement to keep one set of eyes on him, the boy watching Sylus turns to stare wide-eyed at the sum too.

The louder one pulls Sylus's black card from its spot nestled in the leather. Slowly, staring at Sylus suspiciously the entire time, he draws it close to his body and tucks it into the waistband of his pants.

Sylus frowns. In the brief moment where the kid had pulled back the waistband, red, painful skin showed itself. Those pants are much too small, probably painfully so, unlike the overlarge shirts that hang off both boys’ shoulders. Inwardly, he swears. He's already given them his wallet and access to his cards, he reasons. If they're smart, they'll survive.

Still, the bit of humanity he has left screams at him. Fuck. He's not going to be able to walk away from this one, is he?

Sighing heavily, he slings his suit jacket over his shoulders. He holds out his hand, beckoning them closer. Stars above, they can’t be older than, what, four? Five?

“Come on,” he says, gesturing for them to take his hand. The twins stare up at him. There's a long moment of silence. Sylus is not a patient man, not in matters such as this. “Come on,” he says again. “You two need decent clothes.” The two boys are wide eyed and quiet for a moment longer, clearly debating whether or not to trust him. Smart.

Finally, one of them stands, making the first move. He takes Sylus's hand, the sheer difference in size chipping another crack into Sylus's chest.

“I'm keepin’ your wallet,” he says resolutely, as the other boy stands.

“Keep it,” Sylus says. “I have other wallets.”

The second boy steps forward, and with this Sylus sees that his face isn’t covered in dirt or paint, but rather littered with scars, just barely missing his eyes. The skin on his cheeks, the side of his nose, his mouth, all the way back to his ears, looks littered with gouged-out circles. Sylus frowns at the sight. No time to dwell on it now, he supposes. Maybe he'll get the boy some salve before he sets the two back on their merry way.

The second boy makes a grabbing motion up at him. Sylus blinks. He… wants to be picked up? He isn’t… scared?

Sylus, used to fear, isn’t expecting this. Once the fiend of Taurus City, now the leader of Onychinus, he’s used to his interactions with everyone being tainted by an undercurrent of terror. But here this child is, blindly trusting, asking to be held. It’s odd, isn’t it?

After a long moment of staring at the child and the child staring right back at him, Sylus crouches down. His movements are slow, careful, as he holds out one arm to beckon the boy closer. The kid steps forward, slotting himself into the crook of Sylus's elbow. With an exhaled breath, Sylus tucks the boy against his side and stands, hand securely beneath the kid's bottom, holding him firmly to his ribcage.

Red eyes glance down at the kid Sylus is holding, then at the one gripping his hand. He starts walking, and the boys come with him. Hm. The one pressed into his chest tips his little head, letting it rest on the broad shoudler so readily available to him.

Dammit. Sylus has always had a thing for strays.

[skelekins]

#like if he cant palm my face like a mfing basketball then i dont want it

I feel you OP

to the ppl who write/draw ht sans b i g : i love u and thank u for ur service i hope all ur crops are bountiful this harvest

[minamorsart]

What , And how did you start pairing lotura, And Plance .?

Ooooh boy am I excited to answer this!!! This is going to be a long answer, hope you don't mind! Because I have some specific memories about these two ships, particularly lotura, that I would absolutely love to share with you!

Prepare for a long read! Hehe

Starting with lotura, when season 3 came out and Lotor made his debut, of course I was all 👀👀👀 Because that day something awoke in 19 year old me that I didn't realize could ever be awoken lol. And I wish I could remember exactly what my reaction was to his cat-and-mouse chase with Allura in the episode "The Hunted", but at the time I must not have considered the idea of them ever going in the direction of a romance. Looking back now though, how could I have been so blind??! That chase scene is HOT. I mean just look at them!!! Look at Lotor especially woah mama 😳

Season 4 was mediocre to me at the time, I will confess, for a lot of different reasons. But then season 5, man... SEASON 5!!!! I remember it was March 3rd, 2018. I wasn't keeping up with the show anymore, but I just so happened to see an article online that said season 5 had been released the day before on Netflix. I told my sister and we decided, "eh, let's watch at least the first episode."

And we watched the first episode, alright. And then another, and then another and another until we watched all six episodes in one sitting. We were both blown away! Lotor... Allura... together???? 😲

Their adventures, their chemistry, their clear attraction to one another... I was OBSESSED!!! I shipped them hardcore after that. They were and are still my #1 OTP, and it's because of them that I really tried to work hard and improve my art! I wanted to draw them all the time, making mini comics and AUs, and while their tragic ending actually left me in tears and I was upset for a really long time, I can now say that I have been able to heal and move on from it--eh, mostly anyway, haha.

It still hurts, but 5 years later I feel that I've matured and come to a greater understanding and acceptance. I have come to really appreciate how perfect they are for each other, both aesthetically of course (cuz lookit that sexual dimorphism babeyyy) as well as the many, many things they have in common. I have also come to appreciate their flaws, their imperfections, and the mistakes they made regarding each other and their relationship. They may have gotten a sad ending, but they were still truly equals in every way. It's just beautiful, and my love for them now is stronger than ever :')

For Lance and Pidge on the other hand, it's not quite as clear as when I started shipping them! I remember rolling my eyes at Lance and Allura's first meeting, like "okay Lance is one of THESE guys, here we go 🙄"

Other than that I didn't really ship Lance or Pidge with anyone! If I'm recalling correctly, I don't think it wasn't until after season 6 that I started shipping them together. I remember reading metas and analyses of their relationship that people were making in anticipation for season 7's release, and the more I thought about it, the more I started to really like the idea of Lance and Pidge getting together! And there are definitely subtle hints throughout the earlier seasons of Pidge's feelings for Lance, as well as their fun chemistry with one another, like the episode "Space Mall"!

The hints are not so subtle to me now, but back then it wasn't until I watched season 7 that I actually became hopeful that they could be a couple! I especially loved the moments when Pidge indirectly called Lance "cute, in a creepy, hideous sort of way" lol, and when Lance become very protective over Pidge in such a way that I don't think we ever saw him react before! I was honestly taken aback by that moment!

And again, their ending was definitely less than satisfactory, particularly Lance's ending (still hate it with a passion), but just like with Lotura's relationship, I have also come to appreciate many things about Plance's relationship today. While Lotor and Allura have so much in common and are able to reach an understanding with each other that they can't with anyone else, it would seem at first that Pidge and Lance are far too different to be compatible. And it is true that they are very different, but for one, that can be a good thing! The foundations of some relationships are built off of their differences. It can make someone more compassionate and more open-minded when they have a willingness to accept and appreciate the differences they have with their partner, and a willingness to take a genuine interest in the things that their partner is passionate about, even if they don't completely understand.

And two, at the same time, Pidge and Lance DO have things in common! They both love their families, both have a stronger connection to Earth compared to the other paladins, and they are able to bond with one another over fun pastimes such as video games! How cute is that??!

And just like with Lotor and Allura, I also love Pidge and Lance for their flaws. It did take me a while to come around to Lance, because while he has his funny moments and one-liners, I also found him very annoying at times lol. But I think the fact that he can be really annoying honestly makes him the most realistic character in Voltron. Not necessarily the most relatable, at least not for me, but definitely the most human! Because there are people in our real lives that we love and cherish deeply, but they absolutely have their moments where you go, "ugh, you're so annoying and it really frustrates me when you act this way" but we still wouldn't trade them for the world 🥰

And just to draw one last comparison between Lotura and Plance, I especially LOVE how incredibly different the two pairings are even from each other! To me, Lotor and Allura are sexy and passionate, while Pidge and Lance are pure and fun! They're all so unique and special in their own ways, and they bring so much to the table, both for their characters and for their relationships.

I can't help but write essays every time I get asks, I'm so sorry lol 😭 There's so much more I could say about these guys, but I think I'd better stop here haha! I had a lot of fun writing about Lotura and Plance, and I hope you had just as much fun reading this! I really love these characters a lot. I'm so incredibly grateful that they exist, even if in the form of fiction, and I'm even MORE grateful that my love for them has continued to grow over the years. Thank you so much for the ask!!!! 💖💜💙💚

Oh and one last thing: we were robbed of a lot of different potential interactions with a lot of different characters, but I have to say it would have been fun to see more of Lotor and Lance interacting with each other! Lance was always acting out due to his jealousy, while Lotor on the other hand mostly just ignored him lol.

[chronicmisfit]

Showing my friend IkeVil

So a few warnings before I get into this: Alfons slander, Roger slander, Victor slander, Rude language in general, many random twisted wonderland references, and some risque images of a couple characters.

Sorry some of the coloration is fucked, I tried to fix it and can't.

Me = Orange Him = green

Alr here’s the first guy

He looks like he'd call me slurs while also being the gayest mf ever

sksksks Anything else?

Bro must struggle playing piano with them long ass purr nails I respect the dedication HE GOT THE COLOR PALETTE OF THAT ONE ROBOT THAT EVERYONE ON TWITTER IS MAKING CORN OF BOOTHILL??

Okay I will tell you about him now, and I want you to react again once i do His name is William Rex, he is one of my favorite two, he has the power to command someone to do what he wishes against their will, and he likes to help people become their own master.

Alright azul 2.0 I see what you’re doing Does he have a cringe gamer bf to top it off

He’s not the one I would compare to Azul

OOO I wanna guess which one it is

His curse is called the Curse of the Self-Righteous Monarch, so he's evil Riddle William’s* Is

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Alright so stick in the ass guy, I get it replying to 'William’s*', William Afton Ar ar ar ar

Next guy

That’s a whole ass final boss of twinks

Pfffff okay before I tell you more, do you or do you not think this is the guy who I would compare to azul

err no

you’re right

doesn’t give azul vibes from that stare He gives tiktok fuck boy

This is Liam Evans, he has the power to turn invisible from the curse of the Curious Cat (che'nya core), he is depressed and is so curious that he keeps trying to do things that would kill him

nvm i take back he’s cooler than any tiktok fuckboys

adfjhsflasjfhkdhkjlasfd HOW IS HE COOLER

Depressed Rizz or smth

Fair Next guy

sighs Sighs Sighs

what

Smash, sadly

ajdsalfjhkjasfd

IT’S THE LEANING ALRIGHT

that’s fine he’s the most normal boyfriend-wise of them all

BAHAHAHAH

if you ignore the pathological lying

All fictional husbands have to be a little insane its fine

His name is Harrison Gray, he has the power to tell when people are lying from the curse of the lying fox. He likes to read mystery novels.

I like him I want him

Lemme send you a NSFW pic if i can find one

WOOOOO

MC is a girl btw (L moment)

L MOMENT BUT HE’S FINE SO ITS ALR

next guy

Damn you thought you could slide in a french guy and have me not notice/j

HE’S ACTUALLY NOT FRENCH

AHAHAHAHAH

HE’S A BRITISH NOBLE

God bless

This is Lord Elbert Greetia, he is an Earl. He has the power to make someone see their saddest moment when he steps on their shadow (he has trauma from this). His curse is the curse of the Greedy Queen (Vil core). And he has an obsession with hoarding beautiful things (he is the yandere of the cast)

Dragon Core with the last one

dragon core omg you’re right I almost forgot this asshole’s name ;~;

HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASSHOLE

HE'S SUS (i still love him, but he aint a fave)

AHAHAHA

His name is Alfons Sylvatica, he can change people's perception by touching the nap of their neck and whispering in their ear. His curse is the magic mirror. He has probably fucked half the cast of this game.

Me personally? I think he’s cringe

OKAY BUT-

LOOKIT HIM

… Tempting

yes Exactly Next guy

NVM THAT ONES UGLY IM SORRY HE’S SCARY

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HE SCARES ME

I HATE HIM TOO DW

(Note: He grew on me since this convo)

HE’S WORSE THAN THE PREVIOUS I HATE HIM GET HIM AWAY FROM ME WHYS HE SO UGLY HE LOOKS LIKE HE’D HOLD AN ALPHA PODCAST

His name is Roger Barel, he can hear anything within 100m of him (selectively, so he wouldnt hear you fucking harrison). His curse is the traitorous huntsman (rook core but looks like trey). He drinks beer and wont stop flirting with Alfons' MC You see the resemblance right?

I hate that I see it Trey I’M so sorry you have to be compared to an ugly ass bitch

pffff Next guy

btw lemme know when you think someone might be the guy that reminds me of azul

emo He’s either really nice or manipulative ass

You’re right he’s def one of those

my bet has to be on the latest

wym

I mean he looks manipulative AGAHAHAH Sorry emo boy if you are not…

His name is Ellis Twilight, he has the power to bind people's hands together by tapping their head via the curse of the briar thorns. He is obsessed with happiness and will do anything to make someone else happy (once they have their happiest moment he will kill them) ([friend] likes him- [friend] is banned from playing the game for 2 more years tho)

Awe he's so sweet!!!! (What the fuck) AHAHAH

THIS GAME IS NSFW AND [friend] IS BB

AHSHS Yeah I could’ve guessed it was

like in alfons' route (unreleased rn) it goes so into detail-

I want him dead Negative rizz

AND ALFONS USES HIS POWER TO MAKE MC THINK THEY'RE LOVERS LIKE- IN CHAPTER 1 OR 2

BROTHER THIS GUY STINKS

Next guy

Is this the azul

There's only one more guy after this so i wanna wait until i send his pick before answering just so you know all the options What do you think of this guy

I like this one I would Bottom text Would He may look a tad bit evil but i’ll allow it

replying to ‘i like this one’, I don't (similar to crowley ah-)

OH A LOSER SO I LIKE THIS ONE EVEN MORE

This is Victor. We don't know his surname. We don't know his curse. We don't know his power. BUT HE IS THE DAD OF THE GROUP, dad jokes, cockblocking harrison and MC, magic tricks

(NOTE: I figured out what his power is since then-)

I want him

kskssksksks There’s like- no content for victor On tumblr

(NOTE: I found which tag the victor content is on)

I hate it here

Final guy

OH HELLO SAILLOOR

REAL

Is THIS the azul one

YES

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OFC

remember william-? he was one of my favorites? (one moment i need to get some images)

YEA

I’M MARRIED TO WILLIAM AND THIS GUY

HAHAHAHA WIN

HIS NAME IS JUDE JAZZA, he can put someone to sleep by tapping their forehead via the curse of the thirteenth wizard (idk why wizard, it's just malleus core-). HE IS A MOBSTER, A SADIST, AND HE GETS OFF BY BULLYING MC, I LOVE HIM He’s ellis’ boss btw

more like dude zaza BAHAHAHA

Jude and William are my husbands <3

Got two hands for the two of them

Jude legit would give you a check and tell you to write whatever number you want on it... but then make you work to pay him back for it. So he is sugar daddy, but also kinky William canonically would use his power on MC for sex while he's drunk So you like- Harrison, Victor and Jude?

responding to the william info, DAMN Nods

I’m gonna be doing harrison’s main story route after I finish william’s I’ll send you any nsfw or near nsfw ss i see

IM WINNING

[herefore-art-thou]

This was one of the first linocuts I made. Probably one of my favorites, too. Lookit this beautiful wrinkly boy! I could get lost in one of those wrinkles!

Anyway! Have a rhino for today.

[macsimagines]

sleep paralysis demon ran? halloweeny enough?

very spooky and yandere, but also hilarious because i just watched that brandon rodgers sleep demon video lmfao

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, DEMONS, NON-CON TOUCHING, SOMONOPHILIA , Weird warning but the gif i used in this is scary so pls be aware

Yandere!Sleep Demon Ran Haitani

You're just the cutest, Ran has always thought so from the moment his eyes met yours. And he was terrifying. You always thought so ever since he started haunting you as a kid.

Ran learned very quickly that he needs to feed off of fear in order to live, and he picked up on the fact that children were the easiest to scare. And you were always so scared of him darling.

It was almost like when a boy bullies another girl in his class because he had a crush, except the boy was another worldly being that decided you were going too be his personal meal for the rest of your life.

As a little girl he'd always find ways to torture your paralyzed form from everything like pinching to pulling on your hair and sometimes when he was feeling more sadistic biting.

You tried to get help, told anyone that would listen but no one wanted to listen to you cry about the monster hiding in your closet anymore and so you were left to bear Ran's sadistic bullying alone.

Over the years he got better at it too. Jump scares weren't having the same effect anymore you got too used to it over the years, but that fine because he was smart enough to evolve his tactics.

He got very good at creeping out of corners you could just barely see out of the corner of your eyes. Knowing that he was there but being unable to fully make out what he was going to do to you.

Somehow Ran trained himself to be able to whisper at you from all angles making you confused about where his voice was coming from and where he was really hiding at. Sometimes the things he would say would vary from threats, to maniacal laughs to down right unhinged.

"Keep shaking, baby girl, you look so tasty~ Can't wait to take a fuckin' bite out of you~!" "HAHAHAHAHA! Lookit how scared you are? Don't even know what I'm gonna do or where I'm comin' from!?" "You're so fuckin' beautiful. You're all mine~"

Years go by and you're an adult who will never truly have a good nights sleep. It doesn't matter whether or not he's really there and if he's really messing with you. You're too paranoid to sleep more than four hours without worrying if he's going to show up.

He's learned not to push you too far, he can't have his favorite meal going off the deep end. He needs you around. So he'll leave you alone for weeks, just sitting where he knows you can see him, watching...smiling.

Ran delights in terrifying you, the way your eyes go wide and your body shakes, unable to do anything. The way your body breaths so hard and heavy desperate to make any sound for help but choked by his force to keep your fucking mouth shut. He enjoys all of that but truthfully...

Ran loves to watch you sleep. Your delicate features when your relaxed, how soft your body is when you feel safe instead of rigid when you think you're in danger. Your lips slightly parted just enough for him to kiss...

It's unimaginable to a creature like him, but he does find himself wanting to be...affectionate to you. So he lets himself touch you gently, allows himself the privledge of being soft.

And this terrifies you even more... Your fear is so delectable when he's just looking down at you, hands rubbing your arms to soothe the aches he knows you have from working all day, brush the hair away from your face so he can take good looooong look at how cute you are...

Why are you so scared? He isn't trying to be scary right now? He wants to be nice to you. To be good to you... But you're just staring wide eyed and crying even.

"I just wanna touch, just be good and let me touch." he whispers gently, like you'd even have a choice or say in the matter. He wonders if he could have an actual conversation what you might say...

But its the curse of his people, human interaction beyond feeding is forbidden and his biology makes it so you naturally paralyze at the sight of him. Isn't that a shame...

"I just want to feel," he whispers to you crawling onto your bed to really get a good look at you, "Just want to know," he continues running his hand down your sides, you really are so warm, "How soft you really are."

[oonajaeadira]

Tiny Shrine: Anubis

There’s something about spring that makes me get all crafty and I don’t know what that is. Maybe it’s the fact that I can finally get outside to spraypaint / use chemicals. Maybe it’s because the SO is finally going away to the cabin on the weekends and leaving me to my own devices. I don’t know.

So I found this box:

And it’s got this weird little grate in it?

I don’t know what it is. A humidor? Potpourri box? Is it for remains? No clue.

But the grate lifts out....

...and it reminds me of a little confessional.

And I, the perpetual altar-maker says, yes. This should be a tiny shrine. But for whom?

Dude. No brainer. My patron diety, protector of the dead, lover of the living, weigher of hearts and lord of secrets... 

WHO ELSE LOVES ANUBIS LIKE I LOVE ANUBIS?

I’ll put the photos under the cut. This is mostly for @lowlights​ since I promised her pictures of my tarot shrine and haven’t been able to work on that one (much bigger project). So she gets this for now. But maybe y’all can appreciate a little craftaganza?

We start with the outside. Let’s add his cartouche and his symbol, the ankh. Because even through Anubis is the god of the dead, he also symbolizes eternal life and appreciating all the beauty of the current one.

And on the other side, let’s add the man of the hour himself.

Hot.

Okay. I was going to do the cartouche in gold, but @feathersandfoxtails​ gave me the inspiration to keep the shrine like a little Egyptian tomb--all business on the outside and let the inside shine.

Like this.

He’s back there, but the grate gives him a little privacy.

So I learned gold leafing for this project and want to bedeck everything now. The grate was just done in gold paint tho. I kept the good stuff for his room.

Tada!!! Tiny shrine for a tiny god! There’s a little carpet (thank you, actual woven carpet bookmark) and a couple of scarabs @feathersandfoxtails​ gave me from Egypt. That little golden pot next to him is a holder for an incense cone...and when I light that sucker up and put the grate on it, it’s gonna spill out like our boy is hot boxing himself in Egyptian musk.

He’s kinda hard to see here, but you have to lookit my wee Anubis. He’s so sweet:

And now he’s got a home!!!

I’m just so tickled with how it turned out. I hope he is too.

Thank you for indulging my crafting excitements. I’ve got a whole bunch of other ones to make, so watch this space for more tiny shrines...

[spookikookiboo]

Look at this absolute masterpiece of beautifulness … I can’t stop staring at it .3.

-Spooki

I just got a notification about my book being shipped, I'm so excited! I can't wait to ruin my life 🫶✨