#oh well. here ya go

[kryptickrow]

guys i figured out why her bow looked weird, i forgot to give her joy and whimsy!

(the original bigass bow image for reference)

[dirtgrubber]

“They’re… what are they doing? Is that Alastor, holding flowers?”

another banger of a chapter from “Of Saints and Sinners” by the amazing @morningstarwrites

[jadewritesficshere]

Thinking about Eddie Munson who was complaining to the rest of the band about his shoulders and neck hurting post show. One of them convinces him to go for a massage.

Eddie shows up day of and is told to strip to level of comfort and get under the sheets laying on his back, his masseuse will knock before coming in. Eddie has not an ounce of care or shame, strips completely naked. Scars and tattoos on full display. He climbs between the sheets and waits. After knocking and hearing a "come in", his masseuse enters and-

The most handsome man he's ever seen walks in. A bit of stubble on his defined jaw, soft pale lips Eddie wants to kiss, big brown eyes Eddie wants to get lost in, slutty little waist and an ass Eddie could-

He introduces himself as Steve. Verifies where Eddie had said his tension was on the form he hastily filled out. Then it starts.

And maybe, maybe, Eddie is a bit touch starved. He could have anyone he wants, but they don't want him just his fame. Pushes them all away. Only gets close to his band, but they all are busy and have their own people outside of work.

And Steve is just touching him. Rubbing smooth circles into his temple, down his cheekbones towards his jaw. Pressing on parts of Eddie's face he didn't even realize were tense. It's relaxing.

And Eddie regrets not leaving at least his boxers on to help hide that he's becoming hard. Kind of embarrassing, which makes his dick harder- which, that's a lot to unpack right now-

"Hey, relax man," Steve says, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Eddie can see Steve's eyes dart towards the obvious situation," It's natural. Happens to the best of us." "Does it happen to you?" Eddie blurts out. Eddie wants to shove his face in one of these soft plush pillows and scream, but Steve just snorts a laugh and shakes his head at him. Doesn't even respond as he continues the massage.

Eddie tries to hold back his groans as Steve turns his head to the side and rubs his neck into his shoulders. He can feel the tension leave his body slowly. Feel the knots in his muscles release.

Eddie can't, however, hold back the noise he makes when Steve grabs a hold of his hair and tugs it. Eddie's eyes pop open and he stares into Steve's face, who has started blushing. Steve just clears his throat and let's Eddie's hair go before continuing the massage.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

[There's just a twinkle in your eye That seems to say I might , if I Were only bold enough to try An arm about your waist. I hear, too, as you come and go, That pretty nervous laugh, you know; And then your cap is always so Coquettishly displaced.]

-excerpt from 'Ne Sit Ancillae Tibi Amor Pudori' by Robert Louis Stevenson

a little solruin doodle comic for the @ask-the-roommate-au boys by @sunny-inajar that's been sitting in my brain for a little while-I was reading through some poetry and this seemed to fit their docket, so I went ahead and drew them.

[hana-bobo-finch]

OK THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG BC I KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED BUT UH. THIS SHOULD BE ALL OF THE RESCUE CORPS (+ koppaite trio) ON-BASE CASUAL DIALOGUE IN P4!!

basically all of the dialogue from the “let’s chat” option (except for a few lines that are triggered by completing tasks but uh. Whatever)

[twilightprince101]

So! The ost for Indigo Park chapter 1 released on youtube. and they come with official titles for all the songs

Do with this what you will Rambley Fans

[osaemu]

so uh funny story guys. i lost interest in anime men

[veinsfullofstars]

Magolor Epilogue where everything’s the same except this happens.

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic of Magolor - in his new gray purgatory garb - stranded in the green-tinted depths of Another Dimension, ranting about his defeat and thinking this is as bad as it gets, only for a familiar-looking star-shaped portal to open behind him and shoot a certain cosmic jester directly at him. Transcript under the cut. END ID.)

Started some time in summer 2023, finished 10/15/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 10/15/23.

Handy-dandy transcript for ya:

Panel 1

Magolor: *exasperated* Great! Just great! Lost my Crown, lost my powers… How could my life possibly get any worse?!

Panel 2

*a crack forms in space behind Magolor, causing him to turn his head to look* vwp

Panel 3

*portal opens, shooting Marx out as high speeds, directly into Magolor’s back, in a very blurred and amusing smear frame* THUD

Panel 4

*Magolor prone on the ground on his face, Marx sprawled on top of him, both dazed and bruised as stars spin over their heads*

Marx: *disoriented, one eye swollen shut, one filled with a dizzy swirl, gesturing weakly with one wing claw* Hey hey… Did, uh, you lose to Kirby, too? (Ow… my bones…)

[showmey0urfangs]

The Du Lac-De Lioncourt's sleepwear/loungewear game is undefeated. No one does it better!

[ratatatastic]

"ive played in a canadian market ive been in st louis in the summer they won—ive never seen buzz like this" "we're really lucky we get to play hockey in such a nice place" the C and A clocking in on their Praise South Florida as a Hockeytown shift

2024-25 Media Day | 9.18.24 (x)(x)

[bnesszai]

pineapple + atsushi & any other character you'd like? <3

"Happy birthday or whatever."

Atsushi looks down at the table. There's a cake he doesn't recognize there. Whipped cream, cherries, and rings of yellow.

"What is this?"

"Huh?" Lucy says. "It's a birthday cake."

Akutagawa rolls his eyes. "I think he realizes that much."

"No one asked you!"

The candles on the cake are crooked, burning and dripping wax onto the cake. But Atsushi is perplexed. "This," he says, pointing.

Lucy blinks. "That's pineapple."

"Pineapple?"

"Have you never had--" Lucy cuts herself off and something akin to understanding flashes in her eyes. "It's a fruit. I think you'll like it."

Atsushi pokes at a ring of pineapple, uncertain.

"Make a wish and blow out the candles," Akutagawa says. "Before the cake catches fire."

"It wouldn't do that," Atsushi mutters, but closes his eyes anyway. A wish. Atsushi used to have many wishes: to escape the orphanage, to see revenge painted across the headmasters flesh, to have a life he could call his own, a freedom he could hold in his hands, a purpose to push him forward.

Now, Atsushi is surrounded by purpose, by people who actually care for him. Atsushi finds it hard to think of things he wishes for anymore. Everything he has is beyond his wildest dreams.

"Stop thinking so hard," Akutagawa says.

"Wish for Akutagawa to shut up already."

"Watch it."

Atsushi grins, makes his wish, and blows the candles out. They eat the cake together, huddled around the small table, bickering and laughing. The pineapple is sweet and tingly as his tongue. Akutagawa and Lucy look at him with a sort of reverence, a sort of sweetness of their own.

I wish to continue living with them.

[forlorn-crows]

Mountain getting fucked in pretty lingerie, but only waist down :) Garter belt and stockings, flower pattern lace. His chest decorated with hickeys. Him blushing like the freshly blooming flowerbuds in his garden. Sweat glistening on him like morning dew getting hit by the sun. Just letting you think about that :)

yeah i'm thinking about it. in tandem with @media-nocte's tidbit about "tall stockings, real silk, Mountain WOULD NOT wear polyester nylon. Are they stay ups or maybe he needs a garter? The choice is yours" and @riverghoulsworld's ask for "Mountain getting princessed the way he does for everyone else".

morning dew, you say?

“Should get you under me more often if it gets you to look like this.” Warm hands drift over the silk stockings adorning Mountain’s long legs, fingertips playing with the lacy trim at the top hem. The stockings, reaching all the way up to his mid thighs, are held up by a garter belt slung low on his hips. It’s adorned with leafy embroidery, bright magenta appliques that frame his groin in little triangles of lace. The socks are the same purple, a perfect hue to bring out the olive undertones in his freckled skin. The matching set brings an air of grace to the earth ghoul’s otherwise gangly limbs, softening their edges and making him look almost delicate beneath Dew. 

The fire ghoul hooks a nail under the garters, snapping the ribbon gently. 

“You know I wouldn’t say no, if you asked,” the earth ghoul rumbles. He rubs one of his calves against Dew’s thigh, caressing, indulging in the satisfying, yet grounding feeling. Dew snaps the elastic at the top of the stocking too, just for good measure. It makes Mountain’s breath hitch, re-ignites that nervous flutter in his belly, all too intoxicating. 

“Hm. You’re blushing,” Dew comments, smoothing his hand under the opposite leg and grabbing at the meat of Mountain’s thigh. Shifting him gently. His flush darkens at being called out, the saturation almost matching that of the bright magenta silk, or that of the dozens of marks that litter his chest where Dew sucked, kissed, and bit. 

“Cute.” It’s a warm compliment rather than a tease. "This is a good color on you, you know." Dew skims his hand further up the underside of Mountain's thigh, nearing closer to his ass. The other hand abandons the hem of the stocking to travel up the line of the garter strap, migrating towards the belt and hovering just to the right of Mountain's ruddy cock. It kicks at the proximity of Dew's hand, a little bead of precum welling up from the slit. He bites his lip, watches it drip out. 

"Fuck, please fire lilly," Mountain gasps.

"Ask me?" Dew says in a quiet voice. His fingertips trail closer to where he really wants it, dancing along the appliques just above his dick. "I like when you ask," he says with a small smile.

"Hah—will you—" He takes a shaky breath. "—will you fuck me, please?" Mountain looks up at him, a twinkle in those begging puppy dog eyes.

Dew presses a kiss to his bent knee and eases it over his shoulder. "Absolutely." He runs the flat of his palm down Mountain's cock, making a pleased noise when it throbs under his hand. But he keeps going, tucking under the opposite leg and hiking that one over the corresponding shoulder. He sinks down onto his belly, eyeing the earth ghoul with a coy smile all the way down. Dew licks his lips, tantalizing and slow. 

"Yeah," Mountain breathes, craning onto his elbows to watch Dew close the gap between his mouth and his hole. "Yeah, your mouth—please, oh." His head thumps back onto the mattress, sentence dissolving into a soft feminine moan as Dew licks across his rim. His tongue is hot, just like every part of him, smoothing over his hole with a wet warmth unique only to Dew. He wastes no time, dipping the tip inside, carving space for himself. The earth ghoul keens, curling his stocking-clad toes against Dew's ribs.

The fire ghoul huffs a laugh against him. "Watch the feet. Tickles."

“Sorry,” the word breaks into a whine when that hot tongue dips back inside, swirling and prodding. He continues to wring little noises out of him—sounds just as small as Dew manages to make the big earth ghoul feel. Delicate. Soft. 

Mountain’s wringing his hands into the sheets in less than three minutes, smushing his cheek into the pillow while his slack mouth threatens to let loose a line of drool. His thighs start to shake when Dew really goes for it, pressing his nose into his taint and pressing his tongue in as far as it’ll go. Mountain can feel the curl of a smile in his lips when he hums against him on purpose, just to make him throb. 

Dew pulls back, giving his hole one last tease before giving the side of his thigh a smack. “Alright, ass up, princess.”

Mountain barks out a laugh at the demand. “Okay, sir.” 

Dew shimmies out from between his legs so the earth ghoul can flip onto his stomach. Mountain slowly lifts his hips into the air, peeking over his shoulder and wiggling his ass at the fire ghoul. With his thighs pressing neatly together, his ass and legs make the vaguest heart shape. Dew can’t resist the silhouette, grabbing his hips and yanking them further into the air with a playful growl. 

Mountain gasps, head dropping back down to the bed and tail lifting to grant Dew better access. 

“Fuck, Mount,” he groans. He traces around the still spit-slick hole with one finger. “Even better from this angle.” He presses inside, just up to the first knuckle. Watches the way the ring of muscle constricts around him, beckons him further. 

Dew places a warm hand on his lower back while he works him open, heat radiating into his muscles and helping to relax him to the stretch of Dew’s fingers. It’s lazy, indulgent; there’s no rush to his ministrations, despite the slightly desperate way Mountain ends up fucking himself back onto the digits once he’s full of them, precum no doubt staining the fronts of his stockings. 

When they’re ready, Mountain lets Dew guide him to the right height, pressing his chest further into the mattress and lengthening out his legs. The fire ghoul runs his hands down the back of them appreciatively, tops of the thighs down to the backs of his heels. Mountain groans fully into the sheets, one heel twitching up as if to follow his hand.

Dew’s own cock kicks in his hand at the sound, wringing a twin groan from his throat. “Satanas, you're so gorgeous.” He jerks himself a little, pressing the tip against his hole. “So, so hot.”

“Please,” Mountain whines. “Come on, you’re right there, fire lily.”

Dew huffs a laugh. “I know, just—” He presses the head in, easing the rest of his length in with one slow, measured movement. They shudder in tandem when he bottoms out, sighing out held breaths. 

“Feel s’ good,” Mountain mumbles against the sheets. 

“Yeah,” Dew breathes. “Yeah, it really does.” He drapes himself over Moutain’s back, slipping his arms around his middle and pressing the side of his face into the flat space between his shoulders. He grinds a little, once, twice, delicious heat seeping into the earth ghoul’s very bones. 

“Hn,” Mountain keens. “Oh, Dew, fuck.” The flutter in his belly returns and mixes with the ache between his legs. 

Dew allows himself a full bodied moan into his skin. He twists his fingers into the waistband of the garter belt, tugging a little as he thrusts in earnest. “Shit,” he hisses. He pulls almost all the way out, thrusts back in. “Shit, that’s it.” 

“Please,” Mountain says in the smallest voice, thighs starting to shake again.

“I’ve got you, gonna make you feel as good as you look, Mount.”

[themsource]

Life Update 7/13/2024

I'm alive.

There's a lot that's gone on and is going on but I'm here. There's of course a lot going on in my life and has been going on that has once again kept me away. I will not divulge or explain, because I don't wish to. It was a lot, still is a lot, and is extremely personal.

I'm not leaving the undertale fandom as a creative, however, I will be leaving the fandom as a social participant. There's too much corruption and bitterness, too much drama and judgement in the social side of the fandom that I choose not to tolerate anymore.

There are too many people that would rather lie about who they are and what they believe as well as abuse or cut off people that have done them no harm in order to be liked and to gain approval. Acting as if life is one long extended episode of black mirror where your social ranking matters more than empathy to a fellow human, where the echo chamber is god and what's logically right and wrong doesn't matter in the face of personal opinion and paranoia.

I'm too old, and too tired.

Fandom is supposed to be fun, not a nightmare of walking on broken glass and eggshells. I have my small handful of friends that have proven that they are genuine people that legitimately don't care about the nonsense that goes around and imaginary pitchforks that can make them more popular or gain them more friends if they were to follow abusive hate trends and ignorant accusation posts lacking concrete evidence. I feel safe with them and will keep to them, always.

I no longer have time to deal with the "misunderstandings" or "confusion" that happens so often in large groups playing telephone or with those that try to fit words to their own narrative and understanding without attempting to think outside their own preverbal box of preconceived notions and bias, and don't care to do so.

I will no longer attempt to clear up anything or try to be understood by those that honestly don't know me and don't wish to, and who clearly only seek a thrill in causing pain and taking their own projected hurts and frustrations out on someone.

There will be no conversations. Every single online stranger reading this now is free to think what they want about me, even the untruths if they're so inclined.

I'm done trying.

The internet is where the hateful and cruel strive behind an anonymous mask—one often disguised in kindness and supposed acceptance—and of which is the whole of their life and meaning. But it is not mine.

Them, and the internet at large, is not worth my time, health, or life.

When I joined this fandom after my mother's death a few years ago I signed up for an experience that could bring a smile to my face while I gave one in turn to others while I dealt with my grief. Not to be shoved into situations where uneducated youths and adults in their 30s-40 with the maturity of previously said youths go rampart with the need to harm others, either to get ahead or for their own benefit in manipulation to get something out of others.

I have steadily been pulling away more and more over the years because of this. Struggling with the overflow of depression and stress that it has caused me, in turn making me push away and withdraw from people who didn't deserve it in many instances because my own value and self-worth tanked due to the self-deprecating thoughts it caused me.

I am not a saint.

I've done my fair share of wrongs, some of which I will never personally feel I have accounted for properly. I stood silent out of fear of being attacked when I should have said something to help someone wrongly accused by supposed friends and mutuals, I hid in the shadows and didn't think to lend a hand to people I saw were clearly in need because I didn't feel worthy of doing so, and probably many other things that I am unfortunately not aware of because they were never brought to my attention.

Because most people online don't believe in actual conversation but rather in blocking and spreading misinformed assumptions, and in dreaded call out posts so as to earn brownie points for "exposing" (or the nicer form of saying it, but is still just as cruel because the posters know that it WILL lead to harassment regardless of evidence or truth no matter if spread in public or private, but wish to play ignorant anyways — "spreading awareness") of someone. Granted these wrongs were for the most part carried out in my early fandom days that doesn't excuse the fact that they happened.

I still did the exact same thing that was done to me. I unknowingly perpetuated a never ending cycle of hurt, both out of fear and ignorance and out of a naïve want to be loved and accepted.

But I refuse to let myself be a victim or to think of myself as one out of guilt for those wrongs and loneliness anymore, and I refuse to witness others be abused and forced to feel the same way I did over the most menial and redundant bullshit that goes around and is somehow supposed to define your character to the dumbed digital masses.

I'm done.

Plain and simple.

I will be permanently turning off asks and no longer responding to any form of DM unless it is from someone I have initiated a conversation with, have engaged with before, or shares a mutual friend with me that can assure me that they're a decent person, and that I feel comfortable with. I will still on occasion post about updates or share something for the few that may want to keep following, but my personal accounts will largely be silent.

Just because I'm silent won't mean that I'm gone though.

It just means I'm not willing to be poisoned any longer, and am content at looking in from afar, if even that.

There's a lot of good people in this space, I know that, and it saddens me the possibilities I will miss out on in getting to meet or know any of them beyond the ones I know already, but I only get one life to live before I go six feet under, and I choose to put me first.

[beatcroc]

something something stages of grief

[inonibird]

An acrid billow of hot smoke penetrated the depths of his hood, and he turned away from the wind. They were close enough now that his maneuver scarcely managed to alleviate the choking reek; the wreckage of the Kaleesh shuttle scattered the waves all around their vessel, flames lashing through the darkness and warming the cool ocean air.

Small spotlights illuminated the choppy surface of the sea, guiding the aqua droids to their target, half-submerged in the water some distance from the bulk of the smoldering debris. He watched as they swam their cables out toward the bobbing, damaged cockpit, cracking its canopy open like a bivalve and clambering inside to secure the asset. The anchored cables began winching the droids back to the ship, a tortured screech of metal on metal in dire need of lubricant. With a gesture, he directed the IG-series units to step forward and help the aqua droids haul a tattered shape up over the side of the ship to drop, unresisting and dripping brine, at his feet.

Count Dooku stared down at a promise.

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Chapter 1 (Prologue) of Part Six - Grievous of the Sahuldeem series is up!

[darthpastry]

Vanessa/Vanny is such a great character. At least she would be if Steel Wool actually bothered to let her have the spotlight, smh. Imagine getting overshadowed by Burntrap. But this isn't meant to be a rant. Actually, I do want to complain a bit about how we never got rainbow-highlights-in-her-hair Vanessa and how Vanny was done entirely dirty in Security Breach, but ya know.