#oh well.. goodnight

[gorillaxyz]

im sooooo wishy washy when it fomes to friendships

[xxplastic-cubexx]

something about first impressions idk

bonus:

[chalkrub]

first attack for art fight! love this guy, mammalian dragons continue to be peak designs

[heartorbit]

bugs when you lift up a rock

[radioroxx]

i do not have . the energy or time or motivation to make Whole comes for how scenes and bits would play out in the bonnie in the loops au. this one i did for a lil fun :)

also important note but not really important bonnie was nooooot invited to the loop hangout :/ they came anyway which complicated things but dw about it

[nordidia]

having a very rough night so raph doodles needed to be made

when in need, mash two interests together

[graveyarrdshift]

right where you left me by taylor swift x the wedding dress by frederick elwell

[clingyduofan]

dead dogs are just happy you’re here

[formulaonedirection]

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Decided to colour these sketches cause i actually kinda like them

[muffinlance]

prompt: Ozai has Azula watch Zuko (his progress or rather lack thereof) from way earlier on, possibly even before Aang gets away from the iceberg in the first place

There it is, written at the bottom of his banishment notice, wobbling in and out of his vision and he’s not sure if it's his eyes—

(Father wouldn’t have meant to blind him. Being blind won't help him catch the Avatar, so he’ll just not go blind.)

It’s either his eyes, or. Or the rage. It has to be the rage.

So Zuko reads the line again, and lets the fire brim up and overflow, until sparks chase the shout from his lips.

“Banishment to be overseen by Crown Princess Azula?”

- - -

“Prince Zuko,” Azula says, standing as tall as an eleven year old can. She’s using his title, so that he’ll use hers. And if he doesn’t then he’s ill-mannered and not fit for his own. 

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko grits out.

“I’ll just be inspecting your ship, then. Father’s orders.”

Two men are in shackles by the time she’s done. 

“—Fostering mutiny against your prince,” she is yelling, and somehow her voice is just as high-pitched as his without sounding childish at all. “When our father hears about this—”

- - -

“So you had them executed,” Fire Lord Ozai inquires. Lightly. And from behind his flames.

“Of course, father,” says the kneeling child. “It was an attack on our family.”

Her father doesn’t say anything.

Azula is eleven. Eleven, she had presumed, was old enough to count. 

One, two, three. Four, with Uncle. The royal family.

Her father is silent still.

One. Two.

“Forgive my impertinence, Fire Lord,” she says. “I will bring them to you for judgment next time.”

“Do so,” Fire Lord Ozai says. He does not contest the ‘next time.’

- - -

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko says.

“Your bandage is off, brother,” Azula says. “Are you blind?”

“No.”

(The blur of her red robes, the eye-searing glint of sunlight off her headpiece—he’s not blind in that eye. He’s just… still recovering.)

“Lovely,” she says. “Then what’s your excuse for the condition of this ship?”

…He has an increased budget for repairs, by the time she’s done. 

- - -

“Brother,” Azula says, “traditionally knives are to be delivered to the back.”

“I… what?” her brother says, still holding out the inexplicable thing. “No, I bought it at port. For you. See, it matches the one Uncle got me.”

“How original,” she says.

Her brother turns a shade of red that puts his bending to shame. Not that it’s a particularly high bar. “Fine, I’ll just—throw it out.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. At the least, Mai will want it.”

- - -

“Nice knife,” says Mai, looking at the hilt peeking out of Azula’s boot.

“Be silent,” Azula says, thus ending that conversation.

- - -

“Did great-grandfather… did we…” starts her brother, fresh from scurrying about the Eastern Air Temple like some particularly dim-witted pheasant-monkey, the dust not even brushed from his clothes even though he knew her ship was waiting down here. “Azula, there were children—”

“Be silent,” she says.

- - -

“You’re leaving frequently,” comments father, as his knife cuts through the pheasant-monkey, clicking against the plate below. The persimmon-cherry sauce is thick and red and smearing.  

“I find it advantageous to cultivate a working knowledge of our nation’s tactics,” Azula answers. She does not push around her meat like a child, but she does eat only lightly; the dish is more sour than she remembers.

“And your brother?”

“Oh, him,” she says, to which her father smiles.

- - -

“...What?” Zuko asks, blinking down at the scrolls. 

“It’s your birthday,” Azula says. “Apparently, I should have gotten you a calendar.”

“Thank you?”

She sighs.

- - -

“Do we… tell him we can hear him?” asks the assistant cook, as the prince continues monologuing. Dramatically, and loudly. Through the pipe connecting the drain of the kitchen sink to the ones in the shower. 

“Ssh, I think this is one of his new plays.”

- - -

She gets him a calendar for his next birthday. It’s not funny.

- - -

He gets her a doll, for hers. The look on Uncle’s face as she torches it in front of them both is hilarious.

- - -

“Brother,” she says, looking up at the damage to his ship. “This is not the way to requisition additional repair funds.”

“Captain Zhao,” her uncle says in the background, with heights of pleasant antagonism she can only aspire to. As if a general could mistake Zhao’s new insignia. Particularly with all the polishing he does. 

“It’s commander now.”

“How did you manage this?” she asks.

“Uh,” Zuko says. “Can we… speak alone?”

She eyes her brother’s shifting stance. Eyes, too, the way Zhao’s men are already moving to intercept and interrogate his crew. One of the new commander’s more noxious habits is stalking her brother’s every move. 

Well. She’d been meaning to deal with that, anyway.

Azula snaps her fingers at the commander’s guards.

“Detain him,” she says. And for a moment, just a moment, her dear uncle freezes, as if she were talking about someone he actually cared for.

The guards don’t. She’s trained them better than that.

“Princess,” Commander Zhao says, his snarl well hidden behind a smile. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Crown Princess Azula,” she corrects. “Now hush; the adults are talking.”

- - -

They have an Avatar to catch, apparently. Her brother is coming home.

[yakny]

who are you to change this world? silly boy! no one needs to hear your words, let it go.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"

[try-set-me-on-fire]

pick me, choose me, love me

9,335 words || rated T

Eddie wants to scream. Eddie wants to talk to Buck. There are questions he should ask - Do you know when the bleeding started? How long has it been? How bad does it hurt? Are you injured anywhere else? There is a conversation he wants to have - If I leave you here I don’t know that you’ll be alive when I get back. There are protocols, in disaster situations. If you can only save one person, you save the one most likely to survive. Beyond protocol, you always fucking save the kid. Beyond that, it's our kid. It’s our fucking kid, it’s Christopher, and I am going to get him to the surface and in doing so I am going to leave you for dead. But it’s Buck, and they never really needed words to talk, and Buck is still looking at him, and Eddie knows what he'd say. He'd downplay the injury. He knows the protocol. And he’d already said it, damned him out loud, he’s going to take you back up top and then come back for me.

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[scenezfreak]

PLEASE can I have some Jeff the killer smut, we just fuck in the woods I am so thirsty for this man PLEASE

A/N: OF COURSE ‼️ It’s almost 1am so this is my last story for tonight (I’m sorry if it’s short) 🙏 I’ve only been getting around 4hrs tops of sleep these past couple of days 🫡 not fun

I know that you’re shitty and you’re bad for me…

Jeff the Killer x gn!reader

(No specified gender was requested so I just made it gn)

Warnings: rough Jeff, creampie

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

“It was your fault he almost got away.” He scoffed, you rolled your eyes at him. “How? You were the one distracting me.” You guys were on a mission and now you were heading back, the moonlight was shining through the trees in the forest, illuminating it just enough to see what was infront of you. “Really…” he asked sarcastically. “And how exactly did I do that?”

You stopped walking. “Well.. you just look hot when you kill people.” You shrugged and kept walking, only to be yanked back by your shirt and pushed against the hard surface of a tree. You wince in pain. “Dude the fuck was that for?!” You look at him, he was a couple inches from your face, “Say it again.” His voice was low. You shuddered, he was acting different..”Jeff what? Say wh-“ he cut you off. “Say it again.” You thought for a minute, brows furrowing. “You…look hot when you kill people?” You said hesitantly, unsure if that was the right answer.

You heard him let out a sigh, “You tryna get me all worked up, baby?” You blushed at the nickname. “And what if I was? What are you gonna do?” You teased, smirking at him. “Turn around.” You blinked but complied. You felt his cold hands go under your shirt and feel all over your body. Then his hands unbuttoned your pants and continued to pull them down along with your undergarments. His hand then made its way to your hole and dipped in one finger then another..slowly pumping in and out.

You bit your lip. “Aw ya shy?” He teased, the pace was speeding up then he stopped. “I’ll make you make some noise.” You heard his belt jingling along with his pants unzipping. Your hands gripped the tree infront of you when you felt him slap his cock on your ass repeatedly before lining up with your hole. He pushed in slowly then grabbed your hips with a bruising force and forced himself deeper. Your body jolted forward with a moan. He laughed and pulled out then slammed back in again. “Jeff please..” your hole clenched.

“Fuck- clench me again bab- haah-“ he moaned. He sped up his pace, your body bounced with every thrust. Your legs were shaking, your hand came up to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t moan too loudly. That was short lived though because Jeff ripped your hand away from your mouth. “It’s just us, darling. No need to be shy.” He moved his free hand down there to stimulate you more. A sharp loud moan of Jeff’s name could be heard, your nails digging into the tree.

You felt him twitch when you said his name. “God- Jeff please..cum inside of me..wanna feel it so bad.” You begged. He smirked, any words he said flew right over your head. You came and it was a lot. You knew he would be teasing you about this after but you didn’t care…as long as you got to feel him right now. His hips stilled, his cum shot into you. He was so deep you whined. His hands caressed your sides as an apology for being so rough.

When you both caught your breaths he pulled out and pulled your pants up for you, turning you around to button then back up then fixed himself. “That…felt amazing..” you said, breathless. “If I had known you’d felt so good I would’ve fucked you sooner.” His words caused you to blush. Jeff secretly hoped you both got missions together in the future.

[jackwhiteprophetic]

Okay now I'm thinking about Orpheus coded Buck and how this is when he learns he's cursed with having to stay behind and that he's not allowed to follow everywhere Eddie goes, no matter how much he loves him. Loving him and being loved by him comes with the price of knowing he has to stay behind if Eddie goes. If he can't get Eddie out with him next time, he doesn't get to go too.