#the tag felt necessary

[abd-appleboxdog]

I love having free will……AU in progress…maybe…….

[egophiliac]

Can we see the top a Jamil’s hat? Where does it stop?

Jamil's hat has breached containment, this is not a drill, everybody run

[self-aware-sawtrap]

saw ii (2005)//abraham & isaac before the sacrifice (jan victors, 1642)

:(

[slavhew]

you win. try again?

[the-starlight-project]

Why does Sonic suddenly have top surgery scars when it wasn't established to his design in other pages? Shouldn't that be established asap?|

No - Sonic views himself as a male, and always has. To him, it's as intrinsic as breathing. He doesn't even think about who he may have been when he was born, because Sonic The Hedgehog doesn't live in the past - he lives in the moment!

We're seeing the world as it is for the first time, and for the first time, things like that matter.

We really considered giving him top scars even in his "Sonic Style" design, but felt that... Sonic wouldn't really percieve them. He is Sonic the Hedgehog, a guy that loves adventure, and that's all he is. In his "Real World" design, though, suddenly things like that matter, even if they wouldn't have come to mind to him otherwise. Thoughts like "Where am I?", "Who is this?" would naturally segue into "Who, really, am I?", hense our brand-new view of Sonic.

As you'll also notice, he has acne! Because he's a teenager! The real world doesn't hide things as well as the subconscious does.

TL;DR - Sonic's view of the world was purely as he saw it, and that view of the world just included seeing himself as a guy. Now that the illusion of a perfect world has been shattered, so to has his self image.

[lesbianmaxevans]

31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN 2024 ⤷ Day 1: Brandon Lee as Eric Draven in The Crow (1994)

[skunkes]

talon doodle timelapseeee but i also colored it after ^_^

+ fulls ^_^

[lunarharp]

into the deep end - 30k T orufrey fic, focusing on memory trauma, disability, and romance.

the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the other.

for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.

the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.

but they were never whole to begin with, were they?

qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.

olly says nothing.

[yourthirdparent]

Does anyone in Mortal Kombat like horses? Or are like horses banned

HI LLEWELYN okay so while there are no canon horse girls as far as i'm aware we do have several shown horses in mortal kombat !!!!!!

[image id: three pictures of the revenants and quan chi from mortal kombat x riding demonic horselike creatures. the horses have skulls for faces, horns with glowing hot tips, and similarly glowing hooves. in the first and third images, the horses are running. in the second, quan chi's horse is rearing up on its hind legs.]

^ while not Exactly horses (horns......), they are very horselike!! their movement and sounds are very much horsey!! but in mk1.....

[id: a picture of a horse from mortal kombat 1 (2023). the horse appears to be white and black. its wearing a fancy headpiece and is pulling a carriage. other similar horses are pulling the cart along with it.]

THOSE ARE FOCKIN HORSES BABEY !!!!!!! THEM'S HORSES !!!!!!!!!!!! and i love them and they're beautiful

[id: a gif of mileena walking past the carriage pulling horses. the horse can be seen in more detail. the front half of its body is white while the back half is black. the back half is covered in intricate golden designs. though it is difficult to see under the horse's headpiece, it seems to have black markings on its face.]

horse 💪💪💪💪 ignore the lesbian

ALSO !!!! HORSE PEOPLE !!!!!!!!!

[id: three images of the centaurians from mortal kombat 1, beings with humanoid upper bodies with large forward facing horns and horselike lower bodies. the first image is a centaurian in plated armour. the second two images show the skeletal structure of the centaurians.]

THE CENTAURIANS !!!!!!! there may not be horse girls but there sure are horsegirls !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOO

[666writingcafe]

A Surprise Visit

Author's Note: This is the official start of my season three rewrite. To quickly recap how I ended season two, MC basically convinces Solomon to live with them in their home instead of the two of them going their separate ways. That's number one. Number two is I'm axing the whole babysitter gig setup, because I feel like it's a bit unnecessary (and weird).

So, without further ado, the first part of lesson 41 is under the cut.

MC

Solomon looks over my shoulder and examines the potion I prepared in the cauldron.

"Nicely done," he remarks. "Just the right shade of blue."

"Thanks," I reply, quickly glancing up at him.

"You know, you've done a nice job keeping up with everything I've taught you. You're certainly one of my better apprentices." I chuckle.

"I mean, I would like to not destroy my home."

"Or any surrounding ones." I turn my full attention to him, confused as to why he would say that. He merely shrugs as he adds,

"It's happened before."

"I see." Should I be worried?

"Anyway, you almost have the fundamentals down. Pretty soon, you'll be able to get your Sorcerer's License, and I can begin teaching you summoning magic."

"I'm sure the brothers would appreciate that."

"Oh, probably. They like you alright." His smirk indicates that he wants to start bantering with me. He does it on a daily basis, and I've gotten pretty good at coming up with good responses on the fly.

Suddenly, someone knocks on my door.

"I'll get it," Solomon states, patting me on the shoulder and kissing me on the temple before leaving the room. I take the opportunity to begin pouring my potion--a serum that causes people to change size--into the bottles Solomon set up in front of me.

Just as I finish filling the first bottle, Solomon returns.

"It would seem as though the brothers got tired of waiting," he tells me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, setting the cauldron down.

"Surprise!" Asmo pops his head in the room and waves excitedly at me.

At least, I think it's Asmo. His hair's a lot longer than usual, and his choice of makeup makes him look rather feminine.

As he steps into full view and reveals his outfit--a spaghetti tanktop, a denim miniskirt that barely covers his crotch, and strappy high heels--I realize that he's in drag. And it looks good.

Has he done this before?

"You alright, MC?" Solomon asks, walking over and touching my shoulder.

"I'm sure they are," Asmo answers before I can open my mouth. "They're just in awe of my beauty."

"Just the same as always," Solomon quips, causing Asmo to stick his tongue out at him.

"What are you doing here?" The question comes out a lot more quietly than I was expecting. Maybe it's because I can't stop staring at Asmo. For once, he's right; I am in awe.

"Here in your home, or here in the human world?"

"B-Both, I guess." Asmo clasps his hands together.

"Well, after you left, Diavolo started making plans for us to come visit you in the human world. He and Lucifer bought a property nearby, and we've been working on making it our own for a few months. We just finished last week." He briefly pauses. "I've actually been sent to pick you up and take you over there. That is, if that's alright with your teacher over there." He smiles at Solomon, who nods his head.

"I think we've reached a good stopping point for today," he replies, glancing over at me.

"Great! I'll help you pack." Huh?

"Asmo!" I call out before he can go too far.

"Yes, MC?" He bats his eyes at me, and I have to force myself to focus.

"As much as I appreciate the enthusiasm, I can't spend the night. I have to work tomorrow." Asmo stares at me blankly. "You know...the job that helps me pay my bills?"

"Oh right! You don't have to worry about that for a while." That can't mean what I think it means.

"Asmo...what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. It was all Diavolo." He didn't...

"MC isn't like you guys," Solomon pipes up. "They rely on their job to make ends meet. It's not like they can just leave at will." This makes Asmo widen his eyes.

"No, no, no! It's not like that at all!" he exclaims. "MC, you still have your job. Diavolo just arranged for you to be on vacation until we returned to the Devildom." He walks over and clasps my hands. "I am so sorry for worrying you like that, MC." I sigh.

"That only covers part of it. What about--"

"Check your bank account."

"What?"

"I got it," Solomon states, leaving the room and returning with my laptop. Once he pulls up my online account, he shows the screen to me, revealing...

"Is that four zeros?"

"It appears so, yes." He clicks on the checking account to view transaction details. "It looks like Diavolo's been transferring money to your account. At least, I assume that's who 'David Prince' is." Asmo nods his head.

"We thought it best to adopt human alias while we were here." Well, that explains the drag. "I decided to go with Azzy."

"The name suits you," I tell him, still staring at the screen.

I can't believe that Diavolo went out of his way to do something like this for me. It's not like I've ever expected him to provide for me or anything.

"So, am I good to start packing?" Asmo asks.

"Sure." I make sure to follow him as he enters my room. If I leave him unsupervised, there's no telling what he'd do in there.

[jsabaddict]

Hi guys it's me again back at it again with a random ass doodle

Alastor CO. Uh. I just felt them to be kinda similar so why not make CO cosplay or some shit idfk lmao Anyways bye I will go rot again

[abd-appleboxdog]

My headcanon

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Backstage Story Translation - Tasuku Takato R: Zabi's Sleepover - Part 2

Tasuku: I’ll do some push-ups next. 1, 2, 3…

Zabi: *nuzzle, nuzzle*...

Tasuku: Hm? You came up to me immediately.

Zabi: *whine*

Tasuku: Okay, I’ll do my work-out later, so come over here. Up you go.

Tsumugi: I’m back.

Tsumugi: Oh, is Tasuku holding you, Zabi? Have you been a good boy?

Zabi: Woof!

Tsumugi: There, there. Good boy.

Zabi: *whine*

Tasuku: Welcome back. Hope practice went well.

Tsumugi: Thanks for watching Zabi.

Tasuku: Nah, I didn’t do anything you need to thank me for. The others were watching Zabi too.

Tasuku: Anyway, Zabi sure enjoys having you pet him.

Tsumugi: Right. Seeing him relax like this when I pet him makes me happy.

Tasuku: Does being pet by Tsumugi feel that good, Zabi? 

Zabi: Woof!

Tasuku: I see.

Tsumugi: By the way, Tasuku, why are you holding Zabi?

Tasuku: I was working out a little further away from him, but for some reason he came over to me.

Tsumugi: You two have been friends for a long time, but you’ve probably gotten closer now that you’ve spent all day together.

-

Tsumugi: I’m starting to get sleepy.

Tasuku: Yeah, I’m about to go to sleep too. What are you going to do about Zabi?

Tsumugi: He’ll sleep with me in my bed.

Tasuku: Sounds good. Good night, then.

[Lights turn off]

Tsumugi: Yeah, good night. … Wait, where did Zabi go?

Zabi: *whine*

Tasuku: Hm?

Tsumugi: Sorry, he went to you. Zabi, no, come here.

Zabi: *whine*...

Tasuku: You good over there?

Zabi: Woof!

Tsumugi: Zabi, you can’t. Come back here.

Tasuku: Zabi’s already in a sleeping position, so let him sleep like this tonight. He doesn’t really bother me, anyway.

Tsumugi: Haah… I’m gonna be lonely, but it’s okay. I wonder if Zabi chose to sleep next to you because of your higher body temperature.

Tsumugi: Zabi, you be a good boy and sleep. Good night.

Zabi: *whine*

Tasuku: Good night.

-

Tsumugi: Zabi. … Zabi.

Tasuku: (Hm? Tsumugi’s calling for Zabi, but I don’t see him anywhere… Where is he?)

Tasuku: (Also, why is my field of view lower than usual…?)

Tsumugi: Oh, what’s wrong, Zabi? You’re looking around all restlessly. … There, there.

Tasuku: (Woah, what the–!?)

Tasuku: Woof!?

Tasuku: (Wha!? What’s going on…! Wait a minute!) 

Tasuku: Woof! Woooof! Uuu, woof!

Tsumugi: What’s wrong, Zabi? There, there, calm down…

Tasuku: Uuu…

Tasuku: (I’m the one being pet by Tsumugi… Does that mean I’ve become Zabi?)

Tsumugi: It’s okay. There, there.

Tasuku: *whine*…

Tasuku: (Shit, a pleasured whine just came out of me…)

Tsumugi: Ah, have you calmed down? I’m glad.

Tasuku: (No, I’m not Zabi. Tsumugi, please notice…!)

Tasuku: Woof, woof woof!

Tsumugi: You want me to pet you more? There, there.

Tasuku: (No, you're wrong! I’m Tasuku Takato——!)

-

Tasuku: …! Haah, haah…

Tsumugi: Ah, are you awake?

Tasuku: (... Tsumugi?)

Tsumugi: Are you okay? You seem kinda shaken up.

Tasuku: Ah, yeah… I’m okay. I just had a weird dream.

Tasuku: (I can speak the human language properly… Right.)

Tsumugi: If that’s all it is, then alright. It’s still night, so let’s get some more sleep.

Tasuku: Sorry for waking you. Good night.

Tsumugi: Good night.

Tasuku: …

Zabi: Zzz, zzz…

Tasuku: (Did Zabi give me that dream to show me how good it feels to be pet by Tsumugi…?)

Zabi: Zzz…

Tasuku: No, that’s… not really possible.

part 1 | part 2

NOTES: (not a translation note)

(1) i had accidentally left my own reaction to this inside the translation before (😭), it's immortalized in people's reblogs despite me editing it out so i feel i really need to keep it here somewhere: what the HELL did i just type

[juniperhillpatient]

realizing that there’s people who sooo sympathize with Nick Godejohn & think he’s a poor little baby who was manipulated by the irredeemably evil Gypsy Rose is a friendly reminder to me that I really do live in a bubble on the internet some of u are insane

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Hanfu Caiji 🫶

Black lineart alt below

Tag List: @sunnytapioca @little-mouse-gardens @luckycharms1701 @shutupcake @avery73

[mirrortouchedsea]

dark. that was all he had ever known. cold, dark, damp. the boy shivers in the small room, painfully alone, only a book and his magic to keep him company. he tried not to use his magic very often, though. it seemed that the people above knew when he used it and they always always always refused to give him food until he “woke up” next. maybe this time he’ll learn their lesson. the boy whispers his spell, cur memini, and creates a small light in his fingers. this is the only spell magic he can cast safely, too small to be noticeable by the people above. he holds his hand over the fading book on the floor. the boy can’t read, but this book has pictures. he flips through it again, admiring the figure in armor who always comes to rescue the figure in the tower, cut off from the world, just like him. the boy frequently dreams of a figure in armor coming to save him, despite the years he has spent alone. dark and cold and damp. 

...

the boy closes his eyes, and falls asleep. maybe this time it won’t hurt so much. 

---

how long has he been here? the boy doesn’t keep track of time. he knows he’s died at least a dozen times. but how long does it take for a dozen lifetimes to pass?