#tw uhhhhhhh

[starfilled-galaxy]

We’re doing horrible rn just so you guys know

[the-one-and-only-moldy-cheese]

Im homosexuality yes

extra tw ver/ no censorship 👻

Why I do this

[spilycoris]

also new nari outfit. he's a guy.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

werehog hurt little brother??? werehog monster????

[melissa-titanium]

game overrr

[silverskye13]

“To what end, do we fight, Hels?” Welsknight asked, his voice soft and distant. Shocked, perhaps, that these were words he was uttering.

“First blood,” Helsknight replied, his gaze still locked on his own hands, tracing the way his fingers curled against the stone tiles on the floor.

Welsknight let out a little noise, something only the optimistic would call a laugh. “You don’t hate me enough to kill me, yet?”

[shreddeddescent]

just kinda wanted to draw out this part of my fic as a way of making myself draw something

[cheddarch33se]

YESSSSSS I DID IT!!! Like holy hell!! I am so proud of it!! I've spent so much time but it's so freaking worth it !!

I have this headcanon where Quackity can cook almost restaurant-quality food. Probably cuz business, idk. But I love the idea of him being able to make literally the most delicious steak with little to no effort

Click for better quality btw

[destroyerofgirls]

TW: noncon, and yes this is all fantasy, dumbass

You were always such a pretty little thing, weren't you, sweetheart?

You always had your bangs framing your pretty little face, you always got the most sincere compliments on your outfits, you were always so helpful. The perfect girl.

It's such a shame we ended up alone together, at this hour of the night. You look too pretty for me to keep my hands off you. Oh, don't you worry, I'm about to change that.

I'm going to shave that long, pretty hair of yours off. Aw, don't cry, sweetheart, you're making me hard. Let's give you a little shaving now.

bzz bzzz bzzzz

God, sweetheart, you look like a boy now. Oh. You think you're not pretty anymore? My sweet boy, that's the best part.

Shhhhh, stop with that girl nonsense, you're a boy now. My boy. Though, I suppose I've always thought of you as a boy, I mean I've always wanted to break you. You always wore your hair so pretty, how does it feel for it all to be gone now, hm? I bet it feels nice, you're all soft now, baby boy. Shut up and quit your whining.

Let's see, your old girly name doesn't fit you, now does it, my good boy? We'll have to change that, won't we?

[observerkaine]

Atlas mentioned Kraken once on stream so I ended up doodling fanart because angst. @rhapsoddity your au is really good and awesome.

Oh, what’s this? A secret drabble related to the art below the read more?

Boots stomp roughly against the asphalt as the two sprinted through the city. The skies above were overcast tonight, already having rained once. Sheriff’s breath came out in rough puffs as he pushed through the cold, eyes locked on the villain who continued to call back to him.

“Hurry along, little Cowboy! Where’s all the arrogance you normally have? You’d usually land a hit on me by now!”

“Arrogance? You’re mistaking me for Stratos, pal.”

He bites his lip as he pulls his hat down more onto his head, wind whipping around them threateningly. He can already feel his throat itching from the weather, no doubt a cold or some sort of ailment for wearing drenched clothes.

He roughly had to pull himself out of his own thoughts when Kraken suddenly drops down, swinging his knee up and ramming the vigilante hard in the chest before pulling hard on his lasso and swinging him forward once more for a second hit. Before the Sheriff can catch a second wind, he feels his body suddenly shift as the puddles around surge up and wrap around him, throwing him a few feet off the street and onto the docks.

He struggles to stand up, only for the water still around him to slam him back down, head colliding roughly with the wood.

“You know how rude it is to ignore someone when you’re in the middle of an encounter, dear Sheriff! If I didn’t know any better, I’d have assumed you’d been purposely ignoring me.”

He snarls, opening his mouth to argue-

Before his vision is swarmed with shifting shades of blue in the dark night, the water effortlessly forming completely around his form rather than just around his arms. He chokes as he feels it threaten to flood his throat, his lungs. For a moment, a spike of fear creeps into his chest as he tries to writhe free. He’s trapped, and he can’t see, can’t breathe, can’t do anything-!

He can only hear the water, footsteps… and muffled shouting?

He can feel himself shifted around as the shouting gets louder before suddenly going quieter, before a gloved hand roughly grabs his bandana and jerks him out of the water that flows around the pirate who seems to smile at him as much as is visibly possible with that mask over his mouth.

“Good news! Your involuntary assistance of acting as bait helped me catch that slippery little pest that’s been trailing me all week!”

Sheriff coughs and spits up water before slowly blinking his eye a bit more open. His fear only deepens as his focus is directed to the figure suspended over the larger mass of water.

Pyrolisk’s legs flail and twitch uselessly as he tries to kick at the villain, arms and head restrained and slowly drowning the fire based hero. His mouth moves, but any shouts are muddled out by the intense bubbling caused from his repeatedly doused flames. Any chance he manages to get his hands free, more water waiting below quickly surge up and secure him once more.

“S-Stop! Please! Leave him alone!”

Kraken doesn’t take his eyes off the hero, hand slowly closing more and compressing the water firmer around the hero’s head.

“Let him go! I- I’ll go with you if you leave him alone!”

The water stops and Kraken’s cold eyes slowly shift to him, eyebrow raised in silent question.

“The… the last time we fought, you said you’d wanted me, right? A-And Pyro intervened! So just let him go, I’ll go willingly!”

Kraken fully turns to him now, other hand still prepared to close fully.

“And what’s stopping me from just offing this hero and taking you regardless?”

Sheriff winces before slumping his head down.

“If… If you kill him, then you can’t hold this victory over him. You can’t brag to him or the other heroes that you’re the most dangerous threat around, and he’ll be proof that he’s only alive because you let him live…”

It’s agonizing how long the silence afterwards follows, especially when Pyrolisk’s movements start to slow down. The water is obscuring his face in shadows, no longer sizzling or boiling as his hands start to go slack. Then the water jerks forward and Pyro chokes a gasp as he’s slammed against the concrete, body trembling as it focuses on coughing up the water in his system.

“Normally I’d have let him die, let him sink. But, you do speak a point.”

Sheriff yelps as he’s slammed roughly to the floor, Kraken’s hand now outstretched to him. There’s a flash of pain before a sudden tightness in his nerves and veins, muscles flexing and throat dries as his body slowly rises up. The villain easily steps over the hero, only stopping to kick his back and rest his heel over his spine.

“Let this be a reminder to mind your damn business next time, okay?”

He looks up to Sheriff, a cruel glint in his eyes as he motions with his finger to follow along.

“It’s time to go, pretty boy~ This isn’t a request.”

Pyro weakly watches, with dots of darkness forming in his vision, as the Sheriff follows almost mechanically after the villain, gaze refusing to meet the hero’s. He slowly reaches out, hand trembling.

“D..on…t…”

His vision blurs before his eyes shut, hand dropping as unconscious settles in finally.

[melanodis]

my composure dies every time i see your eyes

[kokichis-dead-dove-club]

Bear i came to tell you that your blog has been the reason i stopped being an anti like a few years ago. So i was always a bit of a hypocrite back in my anti days one of my core memories include writing a wattpad rant chapter on how people shipping abuse is evil and how warrior cats smut is illegal and ruining my life while i had warrior cat rule 34 open on another tab. I justified it as that I was just inspecting it you know studying the enemy's moves. One day I was on tumblr and I stumbled upon a firetiger blocklist(??) and my mind blew I didn't know there were so many of them I thought that was like a rare thing that died out in 2015 and people have officially stopped shipping any problematic pairings since then because I haven't seen it and because I haven't seen it personally that means it doesn't exist. Anyway I clicked on ur blog and scrolled down the wc/art tag and I thought it was just so cool especially the bramblehawk pieces (of course as I was looking with great interest I periodically shook my head dissaprovingly in order to signal that I Did Not Endorse). Which has done something to me. After a few days my brain was permanently rewired just by those posts existing. There was no character arc. I was just an anti one day then I woke up tomorrow and decided I'll just simply stop and shipcest sounds fun as hell and that was just it I literally don't remember having any inner conflict about that. I just stopped and started drawing holly and ash kissing. So yeah thank you for the apparently incredibly powerful and life-changing wc art (scrolling down ur blog rn and it still looks cool as hell. thumbs up emoji i am on laptop <3)

holy shit i have never been given a bigger honor in my entire LIFE i'm printing this ask out and framing it

i'm so glad my bramblehawk ravings Changed You 🫡 💖

[drop-dead-dropout]

do you see the vision

[cream-and-tea]

[IDS IN ALT]

teenagers scare! the livin shit outta me!! (aka a pallas and agnes art dump. bc in case you can’t tell i don’t think about anything else.)

[botanikos]

“So wanna make a baby with me?” Bliitzo

Nights may be the prince's preferred time, but mornings weren't so terrible either. He rather liked this particular one as he stood before the stove, humming the tune of one of his favorite songs while cooking up breakfast. Upon the table sat a spread of fruits, pastries, cheeses, meats, and French toast. He was rounding things out with sweet crêpes. The imp usually in charge of cooking stood nearby, cloth over arm looking a little out of place. It wasn't the first time their task was overtaken, but he appeared vexed and a little downtrodden by it. Instead, he periodically moves to refill a water or glass of juice.

❝ Good morning, Blitzy~! Hungry? I am finishing up now, but there is plenty available already. I will join you at the table shortly. The girls already took their food and decided to eat together, I am afraid we do not get the privilege of their company this morning. ❞

Stolas brings a cup of tea to his mouth, savoring the aroma before taking an indulgent sip. Feathers ruffle briefly, every bone in his body soothed with honey and bergamot. The beverage barely makes it in before the query finds him and is promptly spat out. He chokes on it, taken aback by the weight of the words.

❝ O - oh! I. . . . What? Did you — ❞ A shrill sound escapes as smoke rises and Stolas swiftly removes the pan and turns off the heat. Nervous laughter bubbles out of him, hands shaking before he decides to set down the pan and hide them behind his back.

❝ Do I. . . . Do I want to what now? Is that something — do you want to have a child. . . . with me? ❞ Stolas wasn't against the idea, it merely caught him off-guard. He could feel his heart beating a frantic rhythm in his chest, hammering away as though it might take flight. A part of him worries, wondering if he was capable of such a feat. Via already went through so much, was he fit to parent another, to take such steps all over again? Perhaps it would be different with the one he loved. . . . Maybe it was possible, but the prospect of f a i l u r e gnaws at his bones and twists his stomach.

❝ I need you to be absolutely certain this is. . . something you want with me. . . And I, well, I think Loona and Via should have a say in it as well. . . Or at least, ought to be aware it is within consideration. ❞

[total-drama-brainrot]

Woe, Aftermath Fic Update Be Upon Ye.