#why are you nameless

[deadbirdvibes]

i’m obsessed with her and she doesn’t even have a name

[keferon]

May I ask what were the best transformers media you ever saw/read?

Well Transformers Prime, Transformers 1986 and IDW comics are having the first place that’s for sure

And then the second place is kind of shared by Fall of Cybertron, Exodus, Prime wars trilogy, Robots in disguise(2001) and Transformers One.

The third place goes to G1, Animated, Earthspark, Armada, War for Cybertron Netflix series, Aligned Robots in disguise, Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts and Cyberverse because I only liked some little parts of them.

And then I also saw some of the Bay movies, Victory and Headmasters and didn’t like them at all.

Separate first place for J-Decker. It is not exactly Transformers but it is a show about giant robots and I loved it

[mxtxfanatic]

The return of Wei Wuxian after his 3-month disappearance is meant to evoke this terror and sense that something is wrong, and it definitely does, but like…

Do you not see the playfulness in which Wei Wuxian handles the ghoul child mirrored in how he later handles A-Yuan in the Burial Mounds?

A white child squatted by his feet. Like a young, carnivorous beast, it was gnawing on something that Wei WuXian fed it. Wei WuXian took his hand away after patting on the white ghoul child’s sparse-haired head.

—Chapt. 62: Evil, exr

Lan Sizhui replied, "I'm not sure either, just that when I saw Chenqing, I thought that it was extremely familiar......" It was unsurprising that it was Chenqing that made him remember. Wei Wuxian said, "Oh, of course you'd find it familiar, back then eating Chenqing was your favourite habit and you would drool all over it and make me unable to play it."

—Chapt. 111: Wangxian - Everyday Means Everyday, chiaki_himura

Do you not see the gentleness in which Wei Wuxian handles the blue-faced woman mirrored in how he handles Wen Qing when he takes her to the Qiongqi Path labor camp?

When she had been fighting, her face was almost hideous, but now, with her dark face against Wei WuXian’s lap, she somehow seemed to be a charming concubine, obediently pleasing her master. Giggling laughter came from her mouth as well. Wei WuXian sat leaning to one side, his right hand stroking her soft, long hair over and over again.

—Chapt. 62: Evil, exr

The shock that Wen Qing received was too strong. Finally, she couldn’t hang on any longer and passed out. Standing behind her, Wei WuXian caught her without saying anything, letting her lean onto his chest.

—Chapt. 72: Recklessness, exr

And then they both go on to reciprocate that care via over-protectiveness, even when Wei Wuxian isn't actively controlling them:

The curvature of Wei WuXian’s lips dropped slightly as he glanced at him. Jiang Cheng had also heard the dissonant tone, “Second Young Master Lan, what do you mean by this?” Lan WangJi’s eyes were glued to Wei WuXian, “Answer me.” The ghoul child and the blue-faced woman began to stir. Wei WuXian turned around and looked at them. They backed off slowly, reluctant, and sunk into the darkness.

—Chapt. 62: Evil, exr

After reading the entire novel and seeing how he maintains this same level of care towards everyone he has no antagonistic relationship with, alive and dead, how could I not be moved when circling back to reread this moment?

[cactusisconfused]

YALL OKOK SO- I had my ghost(band) theory that Terzo may come back to be the next papa and while we didn’t get to see the new papa in the video Ghost just released “what a fiasco” WE did see this fuckers hands and-

Are those nails?

And what papa wore nails?

^THIS FUCKER RIGHT HERE

Case closed

(Also, who else but Terzo’s dramatic ass would make such a scene with opening a door.)

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I apologize to the majority cod people who follow me but I’m like jumping off the walls right now.

Also if your curious here my original theory: here

[functionaldisaster]

I've completed a playthrough of terraria calamity and to celebrate I decided to draw my summoner named Goolaxy

Here she is in game

And here she is on paper

The picture doesn't convey how vibrant this is on paper

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Try Morse Core. Women Love Morse Code.

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[gravehags]

when people say polyghouls but don’t include the ghoulettes

[hearthtrob]

i really like the idea of quintessence ghouls having literal stars in their eyes.

i dont mean their sclera, i mean their pupils, when they move them there are actually constellations you can see in them, and the constellations change a little bit everyday

[wrathofrats]

STOP BEING A WHORE STOP BEING A WHORE STOP BEING A WHORE STOP BEING A WHORE

[sundance201]

Am I picturing Phantom just absolutely shoveling bananas in his face? Yes. Yes I am. Does Phantom love bananas because Aether loves bananas and when he’s first summoned, Phantom just looks up to Aether so much that he is Aether’s little shadow and he will do whatever Aether does? Mhm, yep. That’s exactly what’s going on.

Original video

[conjuring-ghouls]

Terzo funny moments (3/?)

So me and @sxnnelysister are back with more parts for the Terzo series we've been working on! As always, you can check her blog for the next part (and give her a follow if you haven't already! 🖤)

[p1nkcanoe]

brb about to go pry his mouth open with my bare hands

[mak-be-ghouled]

which ghoul(s) have the worst allergies and why is it dewdrop

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Hitchhiker Phantom x Driver Dew anyone ?

Phantom has a new sworn enemy, and it's the sun. Sweating bullets, his filmsy tank top sticking to him in the most uncomfotable way, curls damp and frizzy, he's starting to wish for a storm, an eclipse, or just a cloud, anything to make the weather slightly more bearable.

The fact that he's sitting cross-legged on the side of the road, the burning asphalt radiating heat too, isn't helping. But he's been all but thrown out of his last ride after accidentally spilling his drink - he didn't mean to, the road was just so bumpy ! - and now, stranded in the middle of nowhere, all he can do is wait and pray for another car to drive by and accept to give him a lift into the nearest town.

Phantom has been hitchhiking for long enough that he knows people willing to do so are rarer these days. They are wary, not like Phantom can blame them - he himself had a few bad, or even downright scary experiences.

Lost in his thoughts, he nearly misses the rumbling sound of an engine down the road, but the second it registers, Phantom is on his feet, bag slung back on his shoulder, thumb out. An old pick up is making its way toward him, and it might be his last chance of the day.

Phantom runs a hand through his hair, fluffing it the best he can, sheepish smile plastered on his face. A bit of charm never hurts in those situations.

To Phantom's immense relief, the pick up slows down to a stop right in front of him, and a guy leans toward the open passenger window from the driver seat.

"Where you going, boy ?"

The man is...Phantom has to take a deep breath. Long hair held up in a loose bun, knife sharp jaw, sculpted cheekbones, a smattering of freckles over the bridge of a nose that's evidently been broken more than once, and piercing mismatched eyes, one icy blue, the other light brown.

Hot. Pretty, in a way that clearly reads "I could and might gut you if you look at me the wrong way".

Remembering he was asked a question, Phantom mentally shakes himself, his smile growing just a touch coy.

"As far as you're willing to take me."

The man raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticking up slightly. His long, spidery fingers drum against the wheel, drawing Phantom's eyes to the defined veins and tendons in the man's callused hands.

"That's a dangerous answer," the man finally points out, the shadow of a smirk still floating on his mouth. Phantom shrugs, noting the stranger's eyes roaming, assessing, interested, but not particularly lewd. Yet, at least. There's a moment of silence , then the man leans back in his seat.

"Well, come on then."

The come hither gesture that follows has Phantom's stomach flipping. There's something about this man, both nonchalant and observant, or the way he holds himself, with grace and something that toes the line between confidence and arrogance.

Hopping in on the passenger seat, Phantom finds a few CD's stewn about, energy bars wrappers and a discarted jacket. Once settled, car door slamming behind him, Phantom glances at the driver, who steers them back on the road.

"Next town is a few hours away still," the stranger says without looking at him, "I'll stop there, so I guess that's where I'll take you."

There's a sharp, biting touch of irony in his tone that makes Phantom's cheeks heat, in a good way. But the man is not looking at him, even though Phantom is, with enough insistance that he noticed the faint scar on his jaw, the edge of a tattoo peeking out of his short sleeve, or the smudges of oil on the man's trousers, and the lack of returned attention simply won't do.

"Sounds good to me," Phantom pipes up. "You got any water ? My bottle's been empty for hours."

"Behind your seat," is all he gets, at least until Phantom retrives the bottle. Just as he opens it, it's snatched from his hands.

Phantom watches, mouth even drier than before, as the man takes a long swing of it, head thrown back, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin as his throat works, proeminent adam apple bobbing up and down.

All the while, the stranger's eyes are on him.

Then he offers Phantom the bottle, holding it up between them with a smirk and quirk of eyebrows that look like a challenge.

Trying not to overthink it - he's going to put his mouth where the man's pretty lips were though, isn't he ? - Phantom takes it, letting their fingers overlap for a brief moment, then chugs a good deal of it down- he really was thirsty.

"You got a name to go with that pretty face ?"

Phantom chokes and splutters at that, so hard the stranger has to slap him in the back. Great. Now there's water on his jeans and Phantom feels fucking ridiculous - at least until he hears the driver's soft chuckle, amused but not unkind. Wiping his mouth, he sighs.

"Phantom."

Instead of a comment about weird nicknames, he gets an extended hand.

"Dewdrop, Dew for short."

Oh. Interesting.

Phantom slips his hand in Dewdrop's steady one, delighted to feel the rough texture of the man's palm scratching his own. There's an upside down cross Phantom hadn't noticed tattooed on his middle finger, and a small heart on his pinky.

Dewdrop holds on for a just a bit too long, or maybe that's Phantom. Their eyes meet.

A rough bump in the road breaks the moment, and they're back to their initial position, Phantom stealing glances from the passenger seat, Dewdrop focused on the road.

The sun is setting, bright and blinding, bathing everything in golden light. After a bit of fiddling and a vigorous punch on it that he insisted was necessary, Dew managed to make the old radio work, some trendy pop song coming through amongst a lot of static.

Everything is hot and sticky, but the wind ruffling Phantom's curls is finally cooling, a welcome reprieve from the suffocating heat.

They don't talk much, but now and then one of them will break the silence, and the other will immediately focus on him. It's a game of patience and burning stares that Phantom finds himself thoroughly enjoying.

He's not sure he's winning, however. Because so much time to look means he noticed even more details that are driving him crazy.

Like the way Dew's shirt is thin enough to hint at what cannot be anything other than nipple piercings. Or the faint dusting of light stubble on his jaw, the tan line where his sleeves stop, the way he keeps hooking his thumb in his beltloop, his tongue darting out to wet chapped lips.

Dew is more subtle about the staring, but not enough for Phantom to believe him uninterested. The highlight of their long drive is probably the time Dew has to precipitately hit the brakes to avoid running a deer over ; his hand instinctively slams into Phantom's chest, like he doesn't trust the seatbelt to do its job, and once he stops cursing out the poor, startled animal scampering away, Dew let his hand linger.

"You good there ?"

Phantom's breath catches in his throat, whole body and mind zeroing in on the sensation of Dew's thumb running back and forth over his sternum.

"...yeah. Yeah, all good."

The slight smirk on Dew's face says he noticed Phantom's breathlessness, but he's kind enough not to mention it.

It's pitch black when they reach town. Dew parks in front of a small house, but instead of getting out of the pick up, he leans toward Phantom, so close their noses are almost brushing.

"You got somewhere to go ?"

His eyes are just as piercing in the dark as they were earlier in the day, his mouth so close-

"Phantom."

Dew grabs him by the jaw, firm, and gives Phantom a small shake.

"Do you have somewhere to go ?"

Dew's touch feels like sparks under his skin, Phantom cannot help leaning into it, eyes glued to those tentalizing lips.

"I'll figure something out, 's fine."

"You can crash at my place."

Phantom looks up, eyebrows raised.

"Generous."

The grin that splits Dew's face then, mischievious and hungry, makes Phantom want to roll over and let him carve his heart out.

"Hardly. I'm full of ulterior motives."

Phantom clicks the seatbelt off, leaning further toward Dew - who, the little shit he is, leans away while still tugging him by the jaw, until Phantom is streched above the center console, one hand next to Dew's thigh, the other on the window by his head.

"What kind of ulterior motives ?"

"Exactly the kind you hope."

And with that, Phantom is all but dragged out of the car by the scruff of his neck, Dew bullying him inside the house with all the urgency of a man who stewed in sexual tension for hours.

Phantom has a feeling he'll remember this night for a long time.

[kabukiaku]

omega as leon kennedy from re4 because....damn I really don't know- do i really gotta explain myself here

[infestissu]

currently sobbing my eyes out