#wooo here we go!

[angie-long-legs-moved]

continued from this ask from @lachrymosestorm

"this fear you feel? it won't last."

Desdemona had been a fairly new addition to Valentino's roster - that, or Angel had simply not taken any notice of her until recently. This wasn't far-fetched, given that it was rare for Angel to shoot with any of the female actors. However, he had lately found himself in her company in other respects: in the chairs next to each other getting their makeup done, lounging around the studio idly when their breaks coincided, bonding over their mutual disdain for their workplace and eventually forming a morbid but much-needed camaraderie. That day, they had agreed to hang out in Angel's dressing room on their lunch break, with the plan of watching dumb videos and bitching about the boss.

That was until Desdemona entered the dressing room to find Angel crumbled in a heap against the back wall, legs drawn up with all six arms clasped around them tight, black smears of makeup streaming down his cheeks.

It was no secret that Valentino was rough with Angel - everyone at Porn Studios was well aware of this. And Angel despised that the second Desdemona opened that door, she knew exactly what had happened to him. So when she'd stayed, even crouched in front of him, offering gentle words of reassurance... that feeling of vulnerability only got more unbearable.

"I ain't scared of him, Dez," he gritted out. It was a blatant lie, and they both knew it. But he was already compromised, being witnessed in such a state, and he refused to let go of what little dignity he still clung to.

"Look, you should go," he mumbled, wiping his eyes fiercely with the heel of his hand. "We've both got shoots in an hour, ya don't gotta be here for this."

He kneeled, leaning over to rummage through the clutter on the floor. "I gotta fix my make-up," he muttered. Any excuse to deflect the hideous truth.

[fruitybashir]

Holly Holy

Relationship: Bojan Cvjetićanin/Kris Guštin Chapter: 1/? Tags: Alternate Universe - Summer Camp (Not Underage), Genderbending, Catholicism, Falling In Love

Excerpt:

Kris wonders what Bojan got up to after graduation. Did she study? What field would she have gone into? She sang and played guitar in a band when she finished school. Does she still enjoy making music? Kris had forbidden herself from keeping track of Bojan’s band. She remembers watching her play in the school gym, to an audience of at best indifferent teens and yet she was radiating with energy, smiling as she sang and messing up her chords occasionally but so visibly ecstatic to be on stage, and Kris had felt–

Bojan’s eyes meet hers across the field and Kris realises she’s been staring. Bojan smiles at her, an easy smile, conversational and kind and Kris quickly looks away.

Read it here!

[darkness-nova]

starstruck ✨

character belongs to hollowallo

[infinitybal1233]

Just painted Annie & Clarabel, feelin good

[42-forty-two-42]

OH you are on this website?

I have questions, then. What are you trying to accomplish? You're obviously not trying to blend in, you're getting the cleansers called on you left and right.

I know there's a tactic the Peach and Hoon doppelgangers are trying, they want to look non-threatening in the right way, to trigger the humans' pack-bonding, but you're not doing that either. Are you trying to communicate something in this.... weird obscure way?

-@ask-the-doppelganger, currently a talking pigeon

It was quite late in the evening, so not many people would walk around. It was getting dark, but not dark enough for lamp posts to be turned on yet. 42 was there, sitting on a bench, in a pose in which nobody could see its face until approached close enough. It probably was...relaxed?

A pigeon with rather big eyes drew 42's attention. On closer inspection they also seemed to have a little different color. 42 was still silent when the bird came closer, jumped on the bench and started talking.

"Oh, YOU are here? I have questions, then" - the pigeon said.

For some reason 42 didn't look surprised. It's probably due to the fact that it somehow "sensed" a fellow doppel or it has probably seen some of its kind to have other forms due to different circumstances. Maybe 42 itself had to do that at some point too, but that's another story. If such a story happened, of course.

4͚̬͔̝̜͑͠2̢̺̫̪̹̇͠.̛͖͔̘͆.̡̡̣̣͍̌̂?͎̔̓̀̍͘

(Hm..?)

"What are you trying to accomplish? You're obviously not trying to blend in, you're getting the cleaners called on you left and right. I know there's a tactic the Peach and Hoon doppelgangers are trying, they want to look non-threatening in the right way, to trigger the humans' pack-bonding, but you're not doing that either. Are you trying to communicate something in this...weird obscure way?"

The silence was broken by weird noises. It was 42 changing form. Sort of. It only changed its face and it actually captured most of the features correctly - the unibrow, the long nose, the scar on the right chin, the forehead wrinkles...but there were way too many other scars and one could see its non-human eyes and canines. It looked like 42 was filled with disgust. But it wasn't disgust towards its interlocutor or the questions, but rather towards something else. It looked like it could actually speak like a normal human while having facial features. Well, as for now, 42 was mostly speaking in its true voice. It didn't seem to be the same semi-collected 42 one could usually see. Whatever the reason, having facial features seems to irritate it.

"W̗͙̉͊h̛̙͝ǎ̯̋t̢͎̀ ̧̐ä̘́m̤̠̋͝ ̪͊̽Í̯͜ ̼̪͂̚t̜̹͑͛r̮͖͂y͕̳̽ỉ̫͕̕n͖̂̄g̥̼͠ ̨͓̄͗t͙̠̾ŏ̱̼͋ ̳̆́a̖̋̾c͎̫̋c̨̼̀̄o̫͂͝m̫̿̎p͍͐l̡̑̎i̡͐ś͈͔ḧ̪́ ̣̎ỉ̭͇̈n͓̭̅d̲̲̅̕ĕ̫̰e͇̭̚d̜́?" - 42 growled - "Î̥ ̫̉͐d͇̚o͑́͜n̤̬̈́'̺̣͂ṫ͈̒ ͓̝̈k̰̈̋n͎͐̑o̰̿̚w͇̾ ͚͋͋î̙́f̣͍̊̇ ̰̤̄t̯̣̑ḥ͝e͓̤̎r̞͍̿ḙ̤́ ĩ̮s̟̣̀̾̈ ͙́̿ȁ̺̖n̤̈́y͍͒͝t̛̘͑h͇̮͊̿i̺͝n͍̹͌g̛̪ ̡̙̾̍ţ͉͗h̜̃̔a͍͋͋t͈̐ ̖̠͊I͇͌̽ ̮͝r̝̀̃ë̟ã͚̮̅l͔͓͌l̛͙̫̏y͚͛̇ ̭͙̎ẁ̤̏ä̘́̑n͝͝ͅț͊̅e̫͙̒d̞́͘ ̮̌̌t͎̣̄̈́ǫ̖͆̌ ̱̻́̄ǎ̡̀c̤͊̑c͍̊̕ͅo̙̜͆̐ḿ̮͚͗p̜̐̑ḻ̺̾i̤̋̕s͓͝ḫ̲̈".

It seemed like 42 was going to say something else, but it was like it had a lump in its throat. None of the doppelgangers came up with anything to say for now. So 42's face returned to its usual state - it flattened and only a Galaxy- or fingerprint-like swirl was there. Its speech went back to only saying "42".

4̱͂͋2̝͛̃ ̗̬̃̅4̢͍̄̃2͍̩̌ ̪̰̈́4͖́2̞͂̚ ͓̞͂4̠͘2͆̽͜ ̻̓4̰͆̉2͔͓̈́̑ ̘̆̋4͓̈́2͖̘͒̊ ̧̈́4̼̐2̡̟̌͊ ̺̗̽̇4̔��͕2̼̔̒ ͙̻̕4̤̒2̯̩̂ ͈̾4̙͉̂̅2̩́͘͜ ͔́4̦̀2̢͔̿̄ ͍̥͌̽4̩͙̈͋2̖͌̅ ̡͙͌̚4͇̏̅2̧̣̈́͋ ̹̖̍̐4̰̀2̝͛ ̉ͅ4̙̗͗̌2̼͊̚ ͇͍̉4̤̄͋2̧̍ ̟̅4̱̋2̭̽̚ ͓́̕4̹̑2̗̮̓͒ ̯͉̌́4̦̂2͊́͜ ̖̈͆4͚͚̽2̜͋͐ ̯̱̈͌4͈͝͝2̯͈͘͠. 4̧̝͆̀2̫́̽ ͔̦́̅4̫̰̽2̘̅͌ ̣͈͗̈́4͈̱̍2̬͙̈́ ̤̅4̺͒͊2̡̒̽ ̛̬4̧͍̀2͓͉͋̿ ͇͕̃4̮̳͝2̘̙͂ ̝͌̎ͅ4̯̟̈́̍2̞̾̓͜, ̮̆4͍͋2͖͒̽ ̜̰̓́4̹͓͌͂2̥́̾ ͉͌4̟̟͛2͕͎̚̕ ̞̐͛4͖͝2̧̞̄̔, 4͕͝2͕̃ ͉̯̓̊4̪̖̾̀2̗̀́ ̪͊4͕̾͂2͈͝? 4̧̏̕2̥́̿ ͈̤͗4̘̋̚2̜̮̈́̌ ͛̚ͅ4̳́2̭̇ ͓̯̂̕4̹̔̇2͙̱̋ ̦͆͠4̳͌̿2̙͕̐ ̳͙̓̎4̮̈̌ͅ2̺̈ ͕̽̔4̢̲̆2͍͖̿ ̢̎4̤̳̅̕2̨̱̅̈́, 4̰̬̀2̨̨͐͋. 4̛̱̻̈́2̫͐́ ̜̟̄4͚̾͛2̲̙̎̊ ̳̝̊̄4̬̽2͓͇̃ ̠͔̏̈́4͖̤̽̈́2̺̋ ̣̈̓4̢̀2̥͘ ̗͗4̡̦͆͝2̩̀ ̠́̿4͎͑2̨͇͑ ̥̠̍4͈͛2̪͋͝ ͓͋͂4͍͈̒̂2̰̅͠.͖́

( But the most interesting part is that there are still some who do not see me as a threat that much. I do not know the reason myself, but it is something, is it not? I do not insist on it being true, though. And I do not insist on you believing me. )

[witherfide]

what if i just post this with no context

[loonavrsl]

ARTMS 'Unf/Air' Self Made MV Teaser 2024.08.18 10PM KST

[aromanticasterisms]

this whole epilogue is just a little treat for me oh my god. "familiar faces arrive in simulanka" does not even begin to cover it

[yuukimiyas]

goooooood mornie my city sweethearts!! ٩(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )و its time for a new wk!! <33 i was up bright & early & got to see a lil bit of the sunrise!! it was so pretty!! 𐔌՞⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̷ · ʚ̴̶̷̷⸝⸝ ՞𐦯 earth rlly is!!! so so cool!!!

[dynamitekansai]

Via Jade Cargill's Instagram Stories

[seasonal-writes]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Double Life - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jimmy | Solidarity & TangoTek Characters: Jimmy | Solidarity, TangoTek (Video Blogging RPF), Charles | Grian, Jimmy & Tango - Character, TangoTek & Jimmy | Solidarity - Character, impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF), Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood Additional Tags: Prince Jimmy | Solidarity, Prince TangoTek, Arranged Marriage AU, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, technically, Enemies to Lovers, Switches between POVS, This has a happy ending! Fear not!, Not RPF, not beta read but thoroughly edited, Blaze Hybrid TangoTek (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Jimmy | Solidarity, Charles | Grian and Jimmy | Solidarity are Siblings, Slow Burn, Political Alliances, essentially my self-indulgent royalty AU except now with PLOT, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, (because i don't totally know what else to put at the moment! bare with me), also an attempt at humor, p.s. the summary sucks. yes i'll fix it. Summary:

Being a prince comes with many things. Reputation, politics..even war, if one isn't careful.

When the Kingdom of the Overworld's alliance with the Nether grows tense, there is only one way to repair it, and it lies within the hands of two princes—arranged to be married to end a fight that simmers hot between the two planes.

But when Heir-to-the-throne Tango would rather stay at odds than follow through, and the the youngest Prince Jimmy finds no way for a wedding to solve anything, how can they bite back their gripe and fulfill their responsibilities?

How do you fight a destiny that's forged in gold?

(or, a Ranchers Royalty AU. Take two.) HERE IT IS! Go check it out, if you’re interested! New chapter up within the next couple of days. For now, enjoy!

[andypantsx3]

i have finally returned to working on something in the water and realized it's gonna need 2 additional chapters. 🤡

[i-am-lakuna]

Before the year ends I want to make one last post, it's not much, but it's the best drawings I've done in a while (artblock absolutely kicked my ass).

I'm really hoping 2024 will be the year I finally start turning my drawings into more than just doodles, I want to me more active in the art community, I want to start making animations and other big projects. And who knows, maybe I'll even turn this I to a career one day :)

[silencedmoths-a]

for @emeraldhazes , based on this.

they're all at the other's house before a family dinner and maeve is sat in the other's bed. no funny business, fully dressed as she told her boyfriend (the other's brother) that she wanted to say hi to his sibling momentarily. she's been feeling awfully guilty lately, lips chapped from biting them constantly. ' do you ever feel ... bad? because of what we're doing? '

[caesurah-tblr]

AO3 isn’t allowing me to post so I’ll do it in the morning. For now, enjoy the 2nd chapter of Try Not To Lose Your Head here on Tumblr :)

TWS- SUICIDAL IDEATION, MEDICAL RELATED TRAUMA, PTSD, AND PANIC ATTACKS.

Charlie lays on his side, tucked underneath his old desk. They couldn’t stay there, out in the open, so he had lead them to the one place he felt safe anymore- his office.

He looks at these people he’s supposed to know and just feels sad. They seemed to care so much- they came looking for him, and now that they’re here, they refuse to leave even after the things they’ve seen. The thought brings him a little comfort.

“Are you okay?” One of them asks. Charlie shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

That’s a lie- he feels like shit. He’s almost completely covered in blood, his arm and abdomen ache something fierce, he’s starving, exhausted, and constantly on the verge of getting sick. He’s the only cast member to be alive, but he doesn’t feel like he should be. Instead of fighting, wouldn’t it be easier to just join them?

The one that spoke moves toward him, interrupting his thoughts, and reaches into his backpack that’s at his side. “I found this while we were on our way here. I thought it might be empty, but there’s actually some good shit in here.”

He pulls out a bright red case- a First Aid Kit. “Your arm looks pretty bad. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but you should let me patch it up a bit.”

Charlie curls tighter into himself, clutching his wounded arm to his chest. No way in hell is he letting this guy close to him with medical supplies. Never again.

“Dude, Charlie, just let me help you. That’s why we’re here. Because you’re our best friend.”

“I don’t even know your name.” He looks at the three of them. “I don’t know who any of you are. If we were friends, I’d know you.”

“My friends call me Condi.” The man with the First Aid kit says. “That’s Bizly and Grizzly. We’ve all known each other for a very long time. We have a podcast.”

“A podcast?”

Blink. Blink. Blink.

“A dnd podcast!” Bizly speaks up. “We’ve been doing it for a awhile.”

Charlie sits up, still curled protectively around himself but less stiff. It sounds… familiar. The podcast, the names. It feels like safe.

“I… I love dnd.” He says it shakily, but it pulls smiles from the other three anyways.

They take turns telling him things about himself he can’t remember- where he’s from, his parents, his girlfriend (oh god, he has a fucking girlfriend-?), and despite something in the back of his mind telling him something is wrong, he believes them because it’s all he really has left.

Condi asks for his arm again and this time he allows him to wrap the wound. And he’s perfectly fine until he feels the sting of an alcohol pad, then-

The room smells both sterile and musty. He’s strapped down in a hospital bed. His mouth tastes like blood.

There’s a figure above him, apologizing profusely, and he’s so confused he doesn’t understand why until he feels the sickening feeling of his own skin being ripped apart. He screams, but Ranboo doesn’t seem to hear it. He hears something about a toy car, but the rest of it is drowned out by sinew tearing as shaky hands remove his organs one by one. And all he can do is beg for his life, then for the end of it.

He slams himself back against the desk, away from the horrible feeling. Charlie has to swallow rapidly to keep himself from vomiting in his mask.

His vision refracts, and suddenly he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. He’s gasping for breath, but the mask doesn’t allow clean air so he claws at it to try and pull it away, but it won’t budge. The figures in front of him shift again, and their faces are replaced with white for a moment before-

He wakes up.

Charlie isn’t sure how long it’s been. He sits up, hands feeling his chest for blood or maybe his organs spilling out of him, but he finds nothing. He’s still intact.

His arm is bandaged. It throbs slightly, but otherwise feels fine.

“Charlie?” A voice calls out to him. It’s Grizzly, who is leaning against one of the large slime plushes. The other two are sleeping nearby.

“What happened?”

“You had a panic attack.” Grizzly sits up. “The mask kept you from taking deep breaths so you passed out. We tried to take it off you while you were out, but it wouldn’t budge.”

Charlie reaches up, fingers grazing the metal mask. The bridge of his nose stings terribly, and it’s easy to identify the feel of old blood on his cheeks. He’s pushed the skin too far, and if he keeps pulling on it, it’ll cut him down to the bone.

He pulls his hands away from it and instead reaches down to clutch the bundle of cloth still in his hands. Right. This is about Ranboo. His own shit can wait- find Ranboo, kill Hetch, get the fuck out of here. He takes a deep breath.

“Here. Found a straw in one of the drawers.” Grizzly hands him his water bottle and a straw, which Charlie quickly drops in the drink. He drains the whole thing in a few gulps, desperate to get the taste of bile and blood out of his mouth. He’s also handed a couple of granola bars and he eats those as well.

“Thank you.” Charlie gives a grateful nod. Grizzly smiles.

“Anything for a friend.”

They make small talk, and eventually Grizzly dozes off as well, leaving him to his own devices.

So he thinks.

Obviously Hetch is still in the mall. He has to be in order to play this finale he wants so badly. The question is where?

He needs a map. Not a directory, but a map of the actual building itself. Do malls have basements?

There’s a notebook in one of the drawers of his desk. He doesn’t remember why it’s there, but it’s empty when he opens it so it doesn’t matter anyways.

Charlie writes down everything he knows. It’s not much- just that he maybe grew up in a cabin but mostly likely didn’t, that Hetch was a backstabbing motherfucker, that he’s sorry he couldn’t save Ranboo, and that he never even had the chance to save Sneeg.

Security. Oh fuck.

How had he forgotten the seven foot tall wire monster that was most likely roaming the mall at this very moment, ready to rip anything to shreds that it’s path crossed?

Charlie pulls out the paper he had taken from the Showfall employee and uses it to draw a rough map of the floor they’re on. It won’t do much, but it’ll be useful to have at least something to work with in the future should he need it.

He guilty goes through the pockets of Ranboo’s jacket as well, and is surprised when he finds a few pieces of folded up paper.

One of them is torn from a notebook with the words THE LOSTFIELD INCIDENT? WHAT COULD IT MEAN? TAPES WERE LOCATED IN [REDACTED], BUT CONTAINED LITTLE INFORMATION I COULD DECIPHER. MUST FIND OUT MORE. written in red ink on the page.

“The Lostfield Incident?” Charlie doesn’t think he’s ever heard of a place called Lostfield, but if Ranboo had the paper on him it has to be important, so he tucks it away as well.

The next three are missing posters, and even with the black lines going through their faces, Charlie recognizes himself, Ranboo, and Sneeg.

MISSING! PLEASE CALL [REDACTED] WITH ANY INFORMATION. REWARD: 10,000 It says underneath each of their pictures. In the corner is the Showfall logo.

Had they gone missing at some point? Charlie doesn’t remember ever leaving. What if they had gotten out, but Showfall had found them? He wonders what the outside is like for a moment before flipping his own paper to see if anything is on the back.

The backs of each poster are covered in binary code and impossible for him to decipher without help. He folds the papers and tucks them inside as well.

When the others wake, he’ll be ready. He has to be.

I’m coming, Ranboo.

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Charlie’s Poster:

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Ranboo’s Poster:

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Sneeg’s Poster:

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Happy solving!!!

[tomwambsgans]

well MY preemptive analysis of "it's not my fault you didn't get his approval" is that sometimes, in a heated argument with someone they really never should have married in the first place, people say hurtful things more or less for the sake of being hurtful