#ooo nice!

[ominous-signs]

Official ominous sign

[bill-ciphers-nightmare-blog]

GREAT!

CLASSY

@bill-ciphers-nightmare-blog I drew a picture of you and hang it by my bed

also I put you in my googly eye heels because why not

[mosaickiwi]

Home Away From

I love hopeless agony almost as much as tooth rotting fluff??

Post-kidnapping Angel adjusting (badly) to the new normal.

might do a part 2 where it gets even worse idk ← my last words before i get thrown out of the plane

Kidnapping, imprisonment, codependency, etc.

proceed with caution

Eyes straight forward, you had to keep yourself occupied fiddling with the edge of a couch cushion. Every single one had a few loose threads from how often you worried away at them. 

Twelve… thirteen… fourteen neatly aligned book spines on the lowest shelf behind the dark haired man kneeling in front of you. A full, hardcover collection of your favorite webcomic, each book signed and dedicated to you. Maybe you'd force yourself to read them all again. For the third time since your arrival.

"Angel."

It was hard to keep track of how long you'd been here—in this house far removed from Corland Bay, with everything you ever wanted in a forever home. All those wild, fantasy-ridden dreams you joked about with Ren, and then [REDACTED], were true now.

And yet your supposed fiancé carried you over the threshold of that forever home kicking and screaming. 

"Still not talking?"

His hand reached for yours, fingers gently lacing between your own before you eventually pulled away. You saw their real reaction in the corner of your vision. By now, you knew him as obsessively as he knew you—there wasn't much he could hide anymore. The pain in his blue eyes lingered for too long this time.

It hurt. You hated to see that look on his face. But you hated being trapped here so much more than that. Why couldn't he understand?

Realistically, a silent treatment would get you nowhere. A few hours had turned to days, then weeks, and he was still soft-spoken and doting towards you. There was hardly a difference in the man you proposed to, and the one that bolted the front door shut from the outside on the few occasions they left for supplies.

You were too used to domestic life, too docile compared to that first day—sometimes you'd lose yourself and forget you were a prisoner. All your old hobbies still occupied your days while he sat nearby, and it just felt natural to include the only person you ever saw. To call his name and read a passage from a book aloud for him to laugh, or casually scoot closer to him for warmth during a movie.

Those moments when you forgot felt like they could slot in between all your old memories with ease.

"I'm sorry, love. I only wanted t'keep you safe," he whispered.

His breath almost tickled your legs, followed by the feel of his forehead resting against them. The urge to brush a hand through their hair—an innocent gesture you did at least daily back home—hurt just as much to ignore.

Were it not for their words of apology, even now could've been another memory. Who could fault you for falling into habits of comfort with the one who lived for you, and you alone?

The silent treatment was the best you could do.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Tired and disoriented, you woke up alone in your bedroom. The pink haired plushie you normally cuddled had disappeared somewhere, probably tossed to a corner of the room in your fitful sleep. Your usual replacement for a space heater was nowhere to be found, either.

Had he stayed up late? You called their name. "Ren?"

A muted commotion in the hallway outside, then the door creaked open. "Angel?" your beloved hacker answered back cautiously.

"Are you coming to bed?"

There was no response for a long moment. But soon enough, his familiar footsteps sounded against the floor.

You sat up and pulled the blanket to the side for them. As he settled in, you cuddled close, resting one arm over their chest while your head laid in its rightful place atop his shoulder. You managed to lean up and find their lips for a quick kiss before closing your eyes.

Though you couldn't see his face, you imagined the blush that painted his cheeks at every piece of affection you gave. With the thought fresh in your mind, you drifted off.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Hours later you woke again, your rest this time far more peaceful in their embrace. A pitiful, lazy groan left you as you stretched, then opened your eyes to greet your partner.

[REDACTED] was silently looking down at you, propped up on one arm. 

You reached up to cup his cheek and smiled at him. He leaned into your touch like always, but their usual loving gaze was laced with hesitation. As if waiting for something. Anxious of what could bother him, your hand followed the line of his jaw down to their neck, past the tattooed heart of your name, and settled on a piece of jewelry. 

Was that correct? It felt off. A long moment passed as you fiddled with it, trying to figure out what was so out of place about that silver chain, until it hit you.

The golden ring was back on his necklace, instead of on your finger where it belonged. Where it used to belong.

Weeks, or maybe even months ago, when they kept you in a careful hold while locking the bedroom door behind them—you'd thrown that ring in his face the second he let you go. 

For all the scratches and bite marks you'd put on his arm, tearing at skin that was already long scarred, he hadn't shown a hint of worry. Not until they bent down to get the ring that hit their chest and clattered to the floor.

It was the same worried face you saw now.

Your hand stilled, and before you could even whisper the words you wanted to yell, he slipped from the bed to give you space. The door clicked shut behind them to trap you in with your thoughts.

How could you be so stupid? Weak? They didn't have to try at all to wear you down; you did it all on your own. He tore you away from friends and family, yet here you were, forgetting yourself to play house with him. Then you took it a step further and let him sleep in your bed.

Nails dug into the pillow under your head, but instead of throwing it you squeezed it tight to your chest. You bit your lip to hold back the tears, glaring down at the empty spot on your ring finger that had only now begun to match the skin around it.

Another foolish dream to pile with all the others.

As much as you wanted to hope they would see reason one day and bring you back home to make things right—a thought far past irrational by now—you had to mourn the life taken from you.

You knew them, you knew them. Always seeking your favor so quickly that any argument quelled before it had a chance to begin, but stubborn when he felt it necessary.

If the first answer was a no… the next one and the next one wouldn't change. You should've accepted it the second he locked the door.

Ren was the only person you'd ever see again.

[zaunbinary]

hello vilco nation (all five of you) today i offer two aus for you to rotate in your mind like microwave

phantom of the opera (phantom silco)

hades silco persephone viktor

that’s all goodnight

[potatobugz]

here are a bunch of doodles i did during the process of writing tptbu chapter 2 <|:)

[raynavan]

(for day 15 of Sept-Ingo: All Aboard! / free space)

(aus under the cut)

FaeU by @blueisquitetired PLIngo by @fourphoenixfeathers Bay by @serotoninisheldinkiwis Ghost worm Ingo by @blaiddraws Sneasel Ingo (i was thinking specificly of @sunnynoki's version, but there are a lot of good ones! not sure if they ever posted about it...) EI by @fourphoenixfeathers Void Ingo by @fourphoenixfeathers ABYS Ingo by @ingo-ingoing-ingone Haxorus ingo by @electric-blue24 inky by @blaiddraws

[kamenridergaysex]

i'll post this here too from twt. a very trustworthy visual guide for my kamen rider build watch order by yours truly i

[lotus-dancer-nilou]

"And does he ever really appreciate the stuff you do for him?"

Nilou had surprisingly managed to convince Étoiles to let her go alone when retrieving Natalia from the hospital. Though he did call and let them know she was coming and give permission to let her leave for a set amount of time. She would be lying to say she wasn't just a bit nervous, but Natalia had seemed to be kinder to her than she was to Étoiles, so perhaps everything would go smoothly and they would have a good time... Hopefully.

Nilou knocked at her hospital room door. "Natalia? It's Nilou, may I come in?"

@thetruescholar

[spacey-xannabelle]

I like the grumpy cat girl a whole lot :)

[plastic0crown]

(changed up my designs for this au cus im quirky like that)

[mxxnlightbae08]

Soooo quick question tdp fandom from genuine curiosity (and boredom)

Other than the return of Aaravos, what else do you think will happen in arc 3?

I know I made a post about what I personally think could happen a couple of weeks ago, but I wanna hear what you guys think.

Just something to keep me sane from the next big tdp drought 💔

[nyupuun]

late night work

[qazastra]

MMORPG Elsword's special event song Blind Love by MAZE is sung by Junji, KB, and Mill from OnlyOneOf! ELSWORD tweet

[chettyspagetti]

More of their friendship

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

I so badly hope that Kotoko's outfit in Deep Cover is just straight up Es' outfit do you understand how funny that would be

[harpy-bones]

No, Not very...

*nuzzling you*

More harpy? *watching from a tree, bobbing and tilting her head*

Mmm... Yes?

*you have caught her while she preens her feathers*