#thank you for the prompt inspo!!

[miradelletarot]

Gale Distraction Time:

I wonder how many times Gale is thrown off by Tav's very minor, normal yet caring, actions once things are said and done in their adventures. Or hell, things that could have happened in down time at camp that were too minute to really put a whole cutscenes towards. Things that seems so ordinary, but that Gale has done without for so long he doesn't even recognize.

Examples that come to my mind.

Throwing a blanket over him if he's reading and seems cold.

Handing him the next ingredient he needs while he's cooking.

Taking his hand to massage pressure points when he has a headache or muscles when he makes a straining noise.

A random hug from behind when he's struggling with some research at his desk.

Bringing him a drink or snack when he's been too immersed in a project to realize they're needed.

I could probably continue for a while, but point is, he has been on his own too long. Tara can only do so much. And even when he was with Mystra, you know it's not a relationship he was cared for in this manner. He'd do something for himself once it became necessary, but to have somebody think of it, and help or comfort? Just simple actions like this, I think, for him, would be foreign for some time.

Oh these are just lovely! Maybe I am biased, but I totally see Sagora doing all of this for Gale...especially as feelings develop during their adventure. Of course, I imagine any Tav would be this sweet to our favorite wizard. **this post inspired a little (sfw) treato so i hope you like it lol** _____________ You notice Gale was unusually absent from this evening's dinner around the campfire. It wasn't like him to call for supper then suddenly leave for his tent. You decide to give him some space for now, and eat your meal with the others, but the nagging in the back of your mind sours your appetite. You walk over to his tent and, upon hearing the shuffling of books within, you call out his name softly so as not to startle him. "Oh...Tav. Come in." His usually cheerful tone was strained, and weary. When you walk in you see that the book he was trying to read is splayed out on his lap, open to the page he left off on, and his head buried in his hands as he tries to massage his temples. He groans inwardly trying to will away whatever pain he's feeling. You kneel beside him, and gently place your hand on his thigh, gazing at him with worried eyes. "Here," you say softly, as you take one of his hands between both of yours. "Just relax." Your warm whisper hums in the space between you, and his head lulls back against the heap of pillows he's created for himself. You begin to knead the soft flesh between his thumb and pointer finger, massaging it slightly until you search for the pressure point. He inhales sharply, wincing at the jolt of pain that courses through his hand. It takes seconds for him to exhale, his shoulders dropping along with his escaping breath as the tension begins to melt. "Gods," he breathed. "I don't know what you're doing exactly...but it seems to be having a wonderous effect on this cursed headache." You smile as you slowly release his pressure point, and massage his hand. You gently set his hand down on his lap, and reach for the other, repeating your ministrations just as before. When you place his other hand in his lap, you shift to get a better angle, and begin to massage his temples, his scalp, even reaching for his hairbrush, and combing through his wavy locks in hopes that the repeated care will help soothe him further. It's only when you notice that not only are his eyes closed, his breathing has slipped into a soft, even rhythm. "Gale?" You whisper.

Silence. You smile softly at how beautiful he looks when he's asleep...at peace. It takes a great deal of effort to move through the tent without tripping on a book, or a stack of parchment he's left lying around, but you manage, and fetch a thin blanket that's sitting at the foot of his bedroll. Without even moving the book from his lap, you fan the blanket out with a soft flick, and float it down over the sleeping wizard. "Goodnight, Gale."

[boxofoxberry]

cani regquest an evil petra! 🤖pama

🤖pama

[heychucklenuts]

the mercs and miss Pauling on a undercover mission at a pizza place?

Miss Pauling and The Mercs Undercover at a Pizza Place

Totally did not register "pizza place" as Chuck E. Cheese no way no how. (Gonna use that for a post later though.)

The Administrator has growing suspicions that a pizza place in Teufort may be the front for an illegal Australium trade, or possibly they're hiding their own cache of the good stuff. Of course, she's not looking to rat anyone out to the police. No, she's looking to take the sweet, sweet Australium for herself. Which is when she calls on the help of Miss Pauling, telling her to gather the mercs, and to set up an undercover mission to steal the Australium back for her.

The mercs are divided into groups of two (with an exception), based on compatibility, all given some sort of a task within the pizza place. How well will this go?

Miss Pauling

The brains of the operation, having to come up with a discreet yet reasonable style of mission for the mercs, so nobody decides to end up making the "undercover" in the mission mean nothing. As for her role within the mission, she has to stay in the background, being the one to watch and make sure everything is going alright, having something set up so she can hear the others, and what they're saying, or even any intel they may pick up on. She doesn't stray too far, staying close by with her pistol and some body bags in case everything goes south. She keeps close tabs on Engineer and Spy, since the two of them have a much larger role in the mission. She keeps tabs on the rest of the mercenaries too, sometimes listening in to their own conversations, keeping mental notes on anything she may have to tell The Administrator. Her role becomes a bit more hands-on when she gets the okay from Spy, to "make a delivery" of ingredients to the place. It does entail actually hijacking and posing as a delivery person for the pizza place, and supplying ingredients, but the boxes don't leave empty. Anything made of Australium gets to go straight to The Administrator.

Scout and Sniper

Given that they're, according to The Administrator, "the most normal looking" of the mercs, they get to play as duds in the front of house. They're acting as a pair of college students wanting to grab a bite to eat, using that to pick up anything that they can from anyone who comes into the place, or anyone who looks vaguely suspicious as a whole. Scout of course tries to take this a step further in being a ladies man, going up to tables with hot babes and asking for their numbers, or asking what they're doing in town. While on one hand this somehow works for gathering intel, occasionally, it also turns into Scout's flirting hour, and hopefully the hour where he can get laid. Sniper has to act as the mediator to this, usually grabbing Scout and yanking him back to his seat before silently scolding him about being too flamboyant. (To which Scout pulls the whole, "Me? Flamboyant? Lookit me Snipes, I'm the complete opposite of that." Whilst showing off what he claims to be an outfit for the ladies.) Sniper has never had to work "undercover" per se, his job just requiring him to take the kill and get the hell out of dodge. So, while he may not exactly be the most used to this, he's not exactly complaining. All he has to do is blend in and not draw any attention to himself. Perfect, if he didn't have to work with Mr. Boston on this mission. He believes in discreetness, Scout believes in flashiness, both believing in opposite concepts to reach the same goal. Though the only okay thing about this may be getting a free meal, and getting to see Scout make an idiot out of himself.

Medic and Heavy

Similar role to Scout and Sniper, but this time they're posing as tourists new to Teufort. They get to be a bit more direct in getting intel, talking with people and with staff alike to find out whatever they can about the supposed Australium trade. So long as nobody brings up mini-guns or dead bodies, the two actually blend in quite nicely. Medic, being the more extroverted half, takes over for talking most of the time. He tries to play the story of being a German tourist fascinated by the states, and fascinated by the history of Teufort, and also fascinated by the (im)practical uses for Australium, trying to bring up how it can be used for huge medical breakthroughs and to further the human race, or that it can be used to make a spoon shiny. All of this to pry deeper into the heads of those whom he suspects may know about this little trade going on, trying to pry deeper and deeper, and perhaps trying to even get in on it. So it seems. Heavy passes himself off as a longtime friend of Medic's, an excuse that works quite well given the chemistry they already have with each other. While Medic is being the more jovial half, asking this or that, heavy puts up the front of small talk and casual conversation as a way to get the people they're talking to to better trust them, better let out any secrets. He's helping form a cat and mouse sort of game, if you will.

Soldier and Demoman

This unique pair gets an equally as unique job, getting to pose as new hires. Is this a good idea? Great question. But, given the two are supposedly new hires, maybe they could pass it off. Demoman just passes Soldier off as his lead-poisoned friend who'll get used to everything over time. Eventually though it gets to the point where Soldier gets more of the janitorial duties while Demoman got to work with the food and make pizzas. The both of them are there to talk to the employees, and get to know the place. Soldier ends up being a little more anal about how he conducts his discussions, usually demanding them to answer lest he threaten to smack them with the mop he's been using. While he's registered that they're on a mission, he still hasn't quite grasped the "undercover" side of it. Demoman acts as the middle ground, either trying to excuse Soldier's behavior, or do something to make him happy. (Such as promising him bacon if he can relax.) Wouldn't say he comes off more convincing, but he does come off a lot more personable in comparison to Soldier, being very friendly with the staff and trying to lighten things up a bit. And in the end also trying to make sure Soldier doesn't have a major slip, always trying to cover it up when he almost outs what they're doing.

Pyro, Engineer, and Spy

Unlike the rest, these three get to nest together as a trio, having the most important job: try to secure the goods, or figure out how the trade was occurring. The three nest in the lower levels of the pizza place, where the fridge and supply room are located, but unlike the others they aren't posing as anything but a threat. Pyro stays a little more up front, nowhere towards the dining room or the kitchen, but closer to the stairs leading down to the area. They're there in case anyone catches on, and in case someone needs to see the fun side of fire. They don't only stay by the stairs though, going back and forth between there and the other two to check in, and to make sure that everything's okay. They're the first defense. Engineer stays somewhere between the stairs and the room where the goods are supposedly stored in. He has a nest set up down there, a sentry in case anyone gets past Pyro, a dispenser to make sure everyone has enough ammo and that everyone's healed, and a teleporter leading the three of them outside. (If the mercs spot them outside, that's their cue to get out, and that something is wrong.) He's one of the two who keeps consistent communication with Miss Pauling, telling her if anything's wrong, or just giving her any updates. He also partakes in a couple beers from down there, nothing to get himself drunk obviously. Just a little somethin' somethin' for doing this. Finally there's Spy. He's closest to the objective, the final defense in case anything goes wrong. He's the other to keep consistent contact with Pauling, giving her cues for when it's safe for her to enter, or if she needs to wait a minute. He also occasionally will run upstairs and course the area, cloaked, to see if something's going bad with the plan. And if not, he'll return back to his position. In the end, him, Pyro, and Engineer, will help Miss Pauling when she arrives to "bring the supplies", swapping the food supplies with the goodies and the intel, before Spy will cloak again, and follow her out.

From there, Pyro and Engineer would use the teleporter to get out of the place. But, they wouldn't all pool out at once. You don't want to cause a commotion, after all. Well, you try not to. Engineer did have to self-destruct his buildings after all.

Scout and Sniper would leave first, sighting that they needed to "head back to campus", because they had "a class staring in the next half hour", and that they wanted to get back and get settled beforehand. They'd leave once Pauling and Spy have left, and after Engineer and Pyro had left.

Medic and Heavy would stay a little longer to talk with people, eventually excusing themselves to head out. Their excuse ends up being that they had an early morning to go visit the Poopy Joe memorial, so understandably they could leave with zero question. (This would be followed by the people they'd been talking to murmuring and weeping over the fallen American hero.)

The last to leave would be Soldier and Demoman, having completed their first days of work at the pizza place, so they wouldn't be leaving until much later. Though upon arriving back to the base, Miss Pauling would tell them they could've just quit, to which the pair would look at each other and shrug, claiming they didn't want to be disingenuous about working there. But in the end, the mission would prove itself to be successful, even with the infinite possibilities where it could've went wrong.

[buffythevampirelover]

currently obsessed with the theme/trope of history is repeating itself. how could it not? it was always going to be this way.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #944

"Sometimes I wonder how you made it to adulthood because I feel like instead of a survival instinct you have a self-destruction instinct."

{Submitted by: M}

[radioactivepeasant]

Been A Minute since I did a Snippet 😅

I'm in a Specific writing mood, so the poll is all centered around one branch of aus

[noxcorvorum]

Ulysses Dies at dawn, or atleast that's the word on the street. Those who saw it go down in the cabin in the middle of woods, they made their statement and faced their fear.

First, to understand how this all goes down, you gotta know a little bit about the cabin we're talking of. See, in this cabin there was an avatar, of the Unknown Face, perhaps, or the Laughing Lie, given the twisting paths and clamoring voices and the many sprawling forms of the being inside, or even of Terminus, given the fate of our doomed Ulysses. (Maybe there were two avatars, after all that went down. Maybe Ulysses themselves was a magnet for the inevitable end.)

Our erstwhile party of adventurers, Smitten, Cheated, Stubborn, Cold, and dragging Doomed behind them, enters the forest, walks the path, opens the door to the house. Stubborn takes the knife, or maybe Cheated does, or perhaps it is left to rust on the table. They all have their agendas for what lies inside the little building, all with their own ideas of what they can rip from its walls.

Cold picks the lock to the basement, finding a great puzzle, a font of knowledge, a map to the way to a treasure. Black tape seethes in the corners of the room. His focus is too great, his eyesight too weak to see the figure, chained, moving up behind him, striking his skull with a massive iron manacle, and the shadows click decisively.

Stubborn opens the door, and the leonine figure curled around the wooden chest snarls.

Black tape writhes.

Stubborn leaps forward, waving the knife he took, that he didn't take, grasping the great beast round the neck, sliding the knife between its ribs. It slumps to the floor, but so does he, clawed to ribbons by the beast. Cheated steps forward, around the blood, and opens the chest to find it empty, and a single satisfied click follows her from the room.

Smitten hears an echo in the walls, sweet and pleading, almost like the woman he loved. He claws at the stones, at the mortar, trying to find her, to save her, to lead her from the dark and into the light. The stones he drops behind him click on the cobble, black veins eager in the cracks. He reaches dirt, mud, red and sticky with the blood from his raw fingers, and the voice only grows stronger. He digs, calling, weeping for his true love, and by the time he looks up and back towards the cabin, the earth is treacherous, a yawning maw. The voice is laughing now, a heaving, wheezing, coughing laugh full of dirt that he wonders how he could have ever mistaken for the woman he loved, and as he reaches for the light, the jaws close upon him, the maw snaps shut, and his voice dies in his throat with the last of the stones falling to the ground, with the clicking of pebbles and tape.

Cheated drags Doomed further on, shoving open a door at random. She finds a curious hallway, and peers further in, discovering it looks curiously like the tunnels of the mangled city they came from. Always one for gathering information, she steps inside, taking doomed with her. She sees a massive, vaulted room, something that she knows should be impossible underground, and perhaps if Cold was still alive he could have told her how it worked, and she stays astonished, beginning to search the room for anything valuable. Doomed starts to sneak back towards the door, and starts running when they hear Cheated's scream behind them.

Cheated is frozen in fear as a great shape unfolds from the shadows. Red eyes blink open, and horns sprout from the massive head rising five, ten, fifteen feet off the ground. This is its home, and she has just woken it from its nap. The creature bellows, and Doomed runs, and Cheated tries to. The massive hand comes down from above, and her ribs drive into her heart as it squeezes her chest.

The dark tape clicks appreciatively.

And what of our Doomed Ulysses? They are running from the beast, of course. This is not how they will die. They do not hear thundering footsteps coming down the labyrinth at them, but they slam and bar the door all the same.

They continue walking, letting their heart guide them home. It has been so long, you see. So long since they have seen their wife, in this home of rock, taken over by trickery and falsities and paths.

The stone is where it has always been, in the end. Though, when they push it, the door that opens worsens the tentative deal the rock has had with itself ever since Smitten started digging. It falls, and they are struck, staggering into the room, the stone sealing itself behind them. The bones of their wife, their dear Penelope, lay at the far end of the room, her wrist locked to the wall by the heavy chain, flesh rotting off her skeleton. Ulysses smiles, tired, and places their own wrist inside the manacle, lying beside their wife, closing their eyes, content in the knowledge that the dawn brings their peace, and that their corpses will never be disturbed again.

[s1ckwrit3r]

still looking for discord plots based on any of these gr0ss gifs! i can play either role and i also have a list of k1nks we can add to the mix if we want to make it extra nasty. let me know which one(s) you'd be interested in and i'll throw you my username ♡

[whumpeewhumpwhump]

(AI-less) Whumptober Day 10: Collar

(Hello hello! Here's another shorter one. Had a time trying to figure what this one would be about, but we finally got there. Hope you enjoy!)

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Prompt 10: Branding/Scarring/Collar

When Whumper brought out the collar, Whumpee knew something was wrong with it. They kneeled on the ground in front of Whumper, eye swollen shut, lip cracked, and hands bound behind their back. If their hands were free, they’d be able to cast a spell, but it was obvious that Whumper had dealt with magic users before. But they had other tricks up their sleeve. Not every spell needed gestures.

They just needed to make sure the two insanely buff goons flanking Whumpee wouldn't beat them to a plup first.

Whumper held up the collar and admired it in the waning sunlight. The ruins they were in cast long, ominous shadows that almost reached towards the artifact in Whumper’s hands. 

“This,” Whumper said, almost caressing the object, “Is one of my favorites. I don’t like bringing it out for just anyone who happens to know some magic. I save it only for those I think will pose a bit of a challenge.” Whumper leveled a look at Whumpee that made the air freeze in their lungs. “Considering you took out five of my guard before they were able to subdue you, I think using this is justified.”

Whumpee leaned back as Whumper approached them, but they were caught by Whumper’s goons and held still. Whumper unclasped the artifact and Whumpee suddenly knew what it was. Runes were carved into it, old and worn, but Whumpee knew what they were meant to do. He had heard of artifacts like this before. They never thought someone would make it into a collar. They strained their neck away form it, only for one of the goons to grab the back of their head with a meaty fist and hold them still. Almost gently, Whumper secured the collar around Whumpee’s neck, closing it with a satisfying click.

The effects were immediate. As soon as the clasp was shut, it felt like all of the air was sucked out of Whumpee’s lungs. They pitched forward as all of their strength left them—it was only thanks to the goons that they didn’t land on their face. Instead they sat slumped, their upper arms being held, preventing them from falling.

It wasn’t like Whumpee would notice either way. The world around them melted away. Their very essence was almost being torn away from them. Magic, a presence they had known their entire life, was suddenly gone. The magical weave that kept all things together, that ran through magical beings was suddenly blocked by the heavy, lead collar around their neck.

They gasped as the first round of pain settled in. They tried to curl in on themself, but the goons held their arms tight. Pain, blinding, unimaginable light their body up. Every atom in their body was being unbuilt then rebuilt. For a moment, Whumpee heard screaming and wondered if someone else were being tortured as well before they realized it was coming from them.

Whumpee's vision was back, though they hadn't realized their vision was gone in the first place. Whumper’s feet dominated their view. No longer did the goons keep them suspended, instead they lay curled up on the floor. Whumpee managed to look up at their tormentor despite the blackness that danced in their vision.

"Please," Whumpee choked out, "Stop this,"

Whumpee ignored them.

“Sorcerers are a difficult prey, I must say. Not like other magic users," Whumper said, checking their nails, "The others learn it, or have a physical item that ties them to it. Your kind are born with it. You yourself are pure magic, already. No need to learn. No need for an item. Your knowledge is inate. You are the item. For others I could just tie their hands or gag them and they wouldn’t be able to do anything. With you, though,” Whumper paused, drinking in the sight below them. “With you… It’s best I be cautious,”

Whumpee wheezed as if the collar were squeezing around their throat. They tried to shoot a glare at Whumper, but it didn’t work. They couldn’t muster the energy. All they could do was tremble as the pain of being torn apart wracked through them. Their breathing grew heavy as pained groans replaced their screams.

Whumper frowned before rolling their eyes, “It’s a shame though. I like some fight in my prey before the end. Who knows. Maybe I’ll set you free before we meet our destination. I’d love to test out some of the other toys in my arsenal.”

Whumpee should have felt fear. They should have felt dread as the goons lifted them from their kneeling position and dragged them towards a steel cage on the back of a wagon. They shold have yelled and fought as the cage was opened and they were thrown bodily in. But they couldn’t. All they could do was mourn the magic—the life—that was slowly being taken away from them.

[safyresky]

I completely forgor about the June Prompts, sorry! I'm gonna go with Midsummer pls ☀️

Oh don't worry at all! I was thinking of writing a thing for this one, but brain went head empty, no thoughts, only Aunt Summer soooooo here! Have a scrimbly Summer:

She's chillin, straight up VIBIN. She's halfway through her shift and she's treating herself to a mini-vacay. Hey, today's the Summer Solstice--did y'all know that?!?! Happy ding Dang BIRTHDAY Aunt Summer! Ouuu CS denizens are PARTYING TONIGHT!!

okokok this became more than a scrimble so some design/art notes:

So this isn't TOTALLY her final design but it's CLOSE! She's got a really long braided ponytail that she usually sets on fire--so I tried to mimic a sunshine doodle with her hair colours! Putting some orange in the yellow corona-y bit would've probably worked better

that is a very tiny waist. I WILL IMPROVE IT WILL BE LESS TINY

Summer is VERY BUFF. I did my best at BUFF. Which is not very good as I'm still TRYING MY DARNDEST! AH!

I made her scrunchie a mini sunshine 🤭🤭

I was originally gonna make the surfboard have colours reminding her of her sisters but then I didn't do that. the middle stripe is a more orangey colour but alas! i don't have a good place to take photos so...yeAH

the hang loose hand is deffs one of my top 3 hands ever drawn, hands down lol

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

Send in Drawing Prompts!!

I've lost the inspiration to draw!! Uh oh!! Please send in some drawing prompts (preferably pony related or related to my fursona) and I'll draw some!

[luvmake]

Friends to lovers (high school) that have a vlogging channel? (Not like a Food Review, but like goofy inquisitor master type?)

— Other friends who show up on their channel and play with them start to hint at the blossoming love between A and B.

— "Hey, I thought I was your partner in this game?" C would inquire A, and A would sheepishly look at B, and say, "I know, but I wanted to be with B today."

— "Are we playing again today? I have this really great idea for a new video, and I think—" "Actually, I was thinking B and I could film a video of just the two of us."

— A and B, completely oblivious to their own feelings, start bonding more and more together on the channel. Loving stares, red faces, and nervous giggles. Too apparent that they're way more than just friends, to the point viewers start dropping certain comments.

— "This person commented we looked cute together in the last video." "Ah, is that so?"

— "I let you win this time, actually." "Keep telling yourself that."

— "You're so cute when you get scared."

— "You're never letting me live that down, huh?" "No, not really."

— Moments where A and B get caught up in their own world and forget they're even recording. Where it's all just them enjoying each other's company, playfighting, smiling and laughing. The blossoming of young love.

— The petrifying moment where they realize they aren't just friends anymore. When A realizes they want is, more than ever, to be with B and no one else. And B realizes it, too. It initiates an awkward phase in their friendship.

— Excuses upon excuses just to avoid one another. A would say, "Are you coming over today?" And B, though it hurts, comes up with a lie, "I can't, sorry."

— A and B plainly avoiding each other in the hallways, wanting to say something, but afraid of making it more awkward.

— Their channel goes silent for weeks until they figure out what they are. While the viewers definitely know what's going on between them and start begging for the return of their favorite couple.

— Their other friends who play with them would concoct a plan to just get A and B in a room together.

— "Did...did they just leave us here?" "I guess so."

— A and B would come to their breaking point, nervously blurting out the words they've been dying to say.

— "I didn't expect you to like me back." "What? But you're so...lovable, how could I not?"

— "I like you so much I think I'd explode if I didn't say anything soon."

— "You suck at this game, but that's alright, I guess you had to be flawed in something." "Was that supposed to be a compliment?"

— "Wait–" A pauses the game, fixing B's crooked headset until its settled perfectly on their head. A stares lovingly at B and doesn't hold back from placing a soft kiss on B's cheek.

— "Dude, we're recording!" "So? Everyone should know about my love for you."

[sweaterkittensahoy]

For RWRB, their first Christmas together please 🥰

When asked ten seconds after it happens, Alex will declare that he's pleased that David has carried the family tradition of making an ass of himself at a major event.

Henry will squeeze Alex's hand so hard that Alex will have to hide a wince, and in bed that night, Henry will apologize as he kisses Alex's knuckles and fingertips and the center of his palm.

"It's not supposed to be fun to make a mistake at an event," Henry murmurs as he nuzzles Alex's wrist.

"Oh, baby," Alex breathes out, curling his hand over Henry's jaw to lead him up for a kiss. "I'm sorry. I didn't even think about it."

"It's okay," Henry says, and he's smiling as he dips in and kisses Alex. "It was perfect, really, after the shock wore off. That I could--" He breathes in slowly and stares at Alex with tears in his eyes. "That I could make an error in public like that and it was...funny. And fine. And no one pulled me aside to lecture me on propriety."

Alex has to blink away his own tears. He pulls Henry into a tight hug. "Is it safe now to tell you that Nora's been watching everyone react on social media, and everyone loves David?"

Henry chuckles. It's al little damp on the edges. He wipes his eyes against Alex's shoulder, and then settles to one side, his head still on Alex's shoulder. "Show me the highlights," he says.

"You sure?" Alex asks, although he's already reaching for his phone. Henry nods, and Alex goes to his text thread with Nora. The last several messages are just links to gifs and videos of the moment David decided he absolutely would NOT continue to wear his Christmas sweater as part of the White House festivities.

In the videos, he bites the bottom edge of it to try and pull it off, loses his balance and goes rolling under one of the Christmas trees. Which wobbles, stills, and then wobbles again as a loud growl comes from under the branches.

And then the tree goes crashing down. And, a few seconds later, David emerges from the mess, unscathed and naked, shaking the sweater in his mouth like he's defeated it.

Henry giggles, then laughs. Alex starts reading him people's responses: 'David did nothing wrong.' / 'Me after family dinner on Christmas Eve.' / 'Same energy as whipping off your bra after work.'

There are several gif sets as well, showing the side-by-side of the tree going down and the cake toppling almost two years ago at Phillip's wedding.

"How do they even have those?" Henry asks, gasping for breath as he wipes tears of laughter off his face.

"Christmas miracle," Alex replies, and he laughs when David pops up from the foot of the bed and yips at them to be quiet. "Oh, I'm sorry, is the destructor trying to sleep?"

David wags his tail, then bounces up the bed, jumping up on Henry to lick his face.

"I can't say it's something I thought would become a family tradition," Henry says as he pets David and leans over to kiss Alex's shoulder. "But it feels perfect, somehow."

Alex beams and scratches David behind the ears. "Yeah," he agrees. "It does."

[cyrus-ffxiv]

49. — shake

The place stunk of copper, adrenaline, and desperation. A howling crowd meant to make sure that it was so deafening he couldn’t hear the callouts of his opponent's coaches–no, handlers–and he was left blinded by the lights as well. No senses were allowed aside from the innate sense of his opposition rushing him.

He managed to raise an arm in time to block a strike to his jaw, the other lowered to protect his ribcage. But a delayed attack meant something else.

The punch to his temple was hard and swift. By any means, this should have taken him out. He let his body go limp and picked up a dust cloud in his roll along the way. When the momentum ceased, he lay face down, simply breathing in the arena as he was sure many fallen fighters had. 

“Shake it off!” A fan screamed in exasperation at the side of his cage, through the din of a reverberating headache. “Get up! Please!” The crowing in her voice spoke of her authenticity. She really did want him to win.

So, with a huff of dust, he slapped his palms down and pushed his bloodied face from the arena floor. At least someone was rooting for him. For a moment, he didn’t feel so alone. That was enough to pursue victory.

@the-sycophant

[glamoureddreamer]

I have about a million undertale writing ideas

I was considering posting them so others who perhaps do not have ideas and who really want to write could write, I don’t care about credit just want to read them so if you do write one of them please just let me know so I can read them :)

Some of these ideas might be very general e.g (character drunk)

And some will be very detailed

Again I really don’t care if you use them to write, I don’t care if you change the characters or use these ideas for other ships or even fandoms, in fact please do because they’re basically collecting dust in my notes I just would like to read them no matter the ship or fandom :) thank you

Probably start posting them tonight

[dangerous-advantage]

I don’t know much about rottmnt but origami ghost au? Do tell!

(for context: this ask is referring to this post.)

this was actually an idea recommended to me by (i think) @noodlenoodlenoodlenoodle, so credit where credit is due.

the basic premise is pretty angsty (paraphrasing what i remember):

one of the (rise) characters gets hospitalized, and all the others make little origami animals (one per day) out of little notes they write for when said character wakes up. (they don't wake up.)

now, i do like me some good ol' angst every once in a while, but i could not help myself with this idea. hurt/comfort is my specialty.

so, if i ever do write this, i think I'm gonna twist it around a little to be something more... convoluted.

one of the characters gets sleeping-beautified (ie put in a coma by magic means) and it is assumed they will never wake up again. meanwhile, said sleeping-beautified character wakes up in what appears to be... 16th century japan?? with a limited vocabulary, they must fend for themselves while figuring out wtaf is going on and how to get home. cue shenanigans as our real-world companions start to get "signs" that something is amiss. in order to not cause false hope, they keep it to themselves but begin their own, separate investigations. they learn that, through vague notes folded into terrible approximations of origami art (in their defense, origami is a bit harder with three fingers), they're able to communicate. but they have to hurry-- time is running out, and if they don't figure it out fast, our cursed character might actually never wake up again.