#tbt; ic.

[minionsart]

Good old icicle shader, one of my first vertex color effects :3

[uruuk]

NO MORE FLAMES. NO MORE DARKNESS. LET THIS RING HEAL THE RIFT BETWEEN ELF AND URUK . . . LET US CREATE A LASTING PEACE IN MIDDLE EARTH. NOW AND FOREVER. ©

[murderreign]

@demonwebs | Cont from here

This wasn't his first time at an event like this, but no matter how many times he attended, he would always feel out of place. Wealthy aristocrats and politics, all things he'd never cared for. No, he wasn't here for any of that.

He eyes those around him, looking for a prize to take back to the temple. His gaze finally falls on long white hair and striking red eyes. Oh this one was gorgeous, he always liked the pale haired ones, the blood always showed up so nice in contrast to white.

He was quick to approach, seeing the elf bat his pretty little lashes at him. That was all the invitation he needed.

"Oh, you were? I suppose I should feel honored. You have the prettiest eyes, you know." He lets the other take his hand, liking this ones boldness as his hand is placed on the others waist. He would take great satisfaction in having a bit of fun with this one first, and maybe he would keep his head afterwards. He had such a pretty face, he could enjoy it for a while longer and he needn't worry about rot so long as he used a little Gentle Repose.

Feeling the other elf press close, he finds himself struggling to keep his demeanor. But no, patience was required here, they were at a party and he owed him a dance first at the very least. As he looked at him more closely, he notes the blood on his lips and he fights the urge to lean forward and lick it off. No, he could wait.

"Whatever you like, my dear." He doesn't want to admit that he was enjoying the reversal of roles at the moment, that it felt like he was the one being seduced instead of what he'd come here to do.

[moon-soo-ah]

[allisonperryart]

I've been on a bit of a snowy mountain kick since the weather started warming up, so here's a #ThrowbackThursday to an old mountain study - thanks for looking! 🏔️

[pyrosiins]

@cxffeeshxp sent:

do you want to lie down for a bit? ~ Silver

⭐️

"That'd be nice." She spoke with a soft sigh, rubbing between her neck and shoulder. After a long day of smashing robots, laying down on a soft mattress sounded pleasant. But...It was a bit of an odd question coming from the other hedgehog. Ember lowered to hand and looked at Silver, raising an eyebrow.

"Why do you ask? Did you want to share a bed with me?" She asked in a teasing tone.

[brazenlystrong]

Starter for @koseigu

The familiar opening theme of Digimon plays and just that is enough to get Satoru excited. Getting Sukuna to agree to watch it with him after they were done with assignments made him so happy that he was bouncing with utmost glee.

The couple settles into a cozy embrace with Sukuna draped comfortably behind Satoru who is nestled in front. The blankets cover them like a warm cocoon, though Satoru is anything but still.

“ Oh, oh, wait! This is the episode where Agumon first digivolves into Greymon! ” he exclaims, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he fidgets in place.

When the climactic moment arrives, Gojo points at the screen. “ See?! This is what I was talking about! Look at the detail in the animation there—Awesome ! ” His back arches on impulse, bumping the back of his pelvis into Sukuna. “ It’s so good! ”

[postmortiem]

not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the archway not the arch-

[aveimperatcr]

" I want to bond with my sons...!! "

[murderreign]

that hurt my feelings. now we're both in the wrong.

"Are your feelings really as fragile as you are?" Serkan takes hold of his chin with a very intentional gentleness, as though Vhaal really were like glass to him right now. Of course, it was all in jest. He knew Vhaal could have a dagger across his throat before he could blink, if he so wished it. He didn't truly underestimate him in the slightest.

In fact, he'd very much approve, if Vhaal wished to give him a little demonstration.

"I expected more from you... my little spider." He digs his nails into his face, just enough to bring beads of blood up to the surface.

[moon-soo-ah]

[cataschism]

✦ a nightmare.            /             @lifesliced.

❛ Oh, I didn’t know you were awake. Hey, are there any good things that come out of a creepy, isolated snowyside mountain, with strangers walking outside? I know it’s good for movies, but in movies the girls usually die, so… ❜

Beth is lit by the fireplace, bathed in warm tones. Even in her puffy jacket, it turns her dulcet orange. It feels like an OMEN, if you could feel omens before you knew what went wrong.

❛ I have a weird question. I know you care about our sister and I’d follow Hannah off the ledge, you know, but DID YOU LIKE ME AT ALL? Josh, hey? You listening? Why do deer get spooked so easily, too? ❜

[marshalforgotten]

@familylightfox replied to your post:

Volt's going to flirt because he can.

"I will have you know, that my favorite movie is human centipede~"

It was not. Alkebu-lan never saw it really, but primate might as well let him know... she was a freak.

[heartsdefine]

a random starter from eleven for ylfa / @stormlit

        elle isn't stupid; she knows there's a potential for anything coming out of the upside down to be dangerous. that's why she doesn't wake hop when she has the dream she knows is actually real. that's why she grabs a flashlight and heads out into the woods to investigate on her own. because she also knows, somehow, that this being won't be dangerous to her. eleven feels as if there's some invisible thread connecting them, some sameness that she doesn't understand. and that's why she decides she needs to find them.

        so she picks her way through the woods in the drizzling rain, scanning the trees with her flashlight, squinting as the narrow beam of light cuts through the darkness. that's when she hears it; the sound of someone approaching. elle stops, frozen and listening. above the light sound of raindrops on the leaves, she can hear twigs snapping. an irritated growl. she swings around, leveling the flashlight on the space between two trees where she's pretty sure the sound is coming from.

        “hello?” she calls, uncertainly. “i'm here…” she's not sure if the person she saw in her dreams saw her back.

[themcst]

@gemscales-and-tea asked:

A clawed hand reaches down and plucks Wally up by the scruff, the tall figure looking at him curiously. "How interesting... and who are you?"

Unprompted - Accepting

      Oh! There he goes! Up up and away!!! And then he's just... Floating? How curious. If he thinks about it... He's not floating. Someone is just holding him and letting him dangle like he's been hung on a clothes line! A little rude now isn't it? He's used to being picked up. Just, some warning would have been appreciated. 

      There's a blink of his eyes as he looks at the culprit. Then a tilt of his head. Who is this new neighbour?

      "Me? Well I'm Wally." There's a pause and another slow blink. "What's your name?"

[foreverascout]

@arrowablaze

"There you are" Jean whispered to himself, reaching for his bottle that had fallen between the bleachers. Once he had it back, he sat and took a sip from it, watching the end of the cheerleader's practice. Might as well enjoy the view now he was here.

Once the girls had finished and scattered he swung his bag on his shoulders and set off, spotting one of the cheerleaders hanging around. She had her back turned to him, hair tied in a loose ponytail, but even from this distance, Jean recognised her. He’d seen her around before, always with a smile and usually with some kind of snack in hand. Today, though, she looked like she was just winding down, completely absorbed in her stretches.

Jean approached, casually tossing his water bottle between his hands. “You guys work hard, huh?” he called out with a smirk, his tone light but curious as he leant against the bleachers. “Guess I underestimated you. I’ve seen you out there keeping up with the football team’s energy.” He nodded toward her, genuinely impressed. “I’m Jean, by the way. You’re Sasha, right? We share a class”