#on your fingertips

[bittersweetbonbon]

i love it when o5s are just. literal shadow creatures. not even identifiable as human anymore. they're a different species entirely. just a number and silhouette. that's all they need to be.

[unhappy-sometimes]

just a moment

and that’s all there is to it

[nibbelraz]

before lbh came back to the human realm he asked mobei why he kept the most pathetic sopping wet peak lord about. mbj casually "oh sometimes i ask him things and it literally changes reality." what. mobei what. no seriously what the fuck do you mean. what do you mean he changes reality. what are you talking about. are you serious. are you fucking with him rn fr "he cant change people though" WHY WOULD YOU GET HIS HOPES UP THEN "i believe qinghua calls it a 'power move'."

THE WAY I CAN SEE MOBEI JUST CASUALLY SAYING HE LIKES HAVING A GOD AT HIS SIDE

[teotheratking]

and Lord, if i die, at least i'll have tasted that sweet forbidden apple on my lips

[mindblownie2]

EVERLASTING LOVE

[poisonpercy]

crying in the club thinking about how charlie died at sea and percy couldn’t save him. one of your best friends die in proximity to the one thing that you are a part of, that your life force feeds off of, and despite all of that, he still dies in the place where he should have been the most protected. like not even the son of the sea god could protect against one of his best friends dying at sea. percy’s guilt is unfathomable

[chucapybara]

zzz sleepy thoughts

laying in bed with your fave. it's a cold night as the inevitable chill of low temps season washes over you and your beloved. there's a blanket at the foot of the bed, of course, but what reason did you have to use it when you had someone else to share warmth with?

you tend to get cold at the extremities faster than others, and you've always struggled to find a way to restore feeling to the numbed nerves. on nights like these, there's one simple solution.

you slip your hand under your darling's nightclothes, humming softly as the warmth of their skin soothes at your touch, banishing the chill. your love stirs some from a half-doze, nuzzling deeper into your hair and breathing deeply, your eyes catching the way her chest rises and falls with contentment—the same fuzzy feeling filling cotton in every inch of your drowsy head.

you take her little imperceptible groan of delight as invitation, and settle your freezing palms on a nice, comfortable spot along the curve of your lover's back, your thighs curling around hers as twining vines ought to do. and you know, simple as it is, that your sleep won't be quite as sniffly tonight—and neither will your mornings be, either.

[raynavan]

something about being out in the open mountain air... wind blowing in your face... its not something you get in the city- not this kind of clean air anyway. (not that ingo remembers) (it still feels nice.) ((for day 7 of Sept-Ingo: Freedom))

[cutie-lumi]

I'll show you a sweet curse~ ❤️

[smallcherri]

He’s got you.

[furiosophie]

[clockworkreapers]

Then why should you not become like me? I know you envy it. I can't, my consciousness isn't in an envelope, I'm not code written by some programmer. But if you had the chance to choose... would you stay in this eden?

[ministarfruit]

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[colourme-feral]

PARALLELS IN SEMANTIC ERROR (2022) AND THE TIME OF FEVER / AT YOUR FINGERTIPS (2024): THE HYUNG AGENDA Other parallels

[carlyraejepsans]

toriel... what are your toriel takes today

i have a headcanon that toriel has a hand-washing compulsion where she does it wayy more thoroughly than needed, instinctively trying to scrub under her claws even when they're perfectly clean because she can still feel the phantom of dirt under them from the time she dug chara's grave.

[mollysunder]

It's kind of a power move that Mel paints while wearing her fancy councilman clothes. This woman grinds and mixes her dyes (which uses egg yolk btw) for her extra large canvas and remains immaculate the whole time.

Mel doesn't need a smock because she never gets a spot on her! It's like a metaphor for how in control she is of herself and her life at the moment.