#yes I am cross tagging

[somegrumpynerd]

Addition to that one post I made ages ago about Dream and Nightmare using very old language and confusing the people around them:

Boyfriend/girlfriend used to mean like, childhood/close friend of a particular gender

Cross comes back from hanging out with Epic and Nightmare off-handedly asks "Did you have fun with your boyfriend Epic?" and Cross splutters so hard he almost clips through the floor.

Meanwhile Ink wanders in from the void and Dream says "How's your boyfriend Error?" and Ink just replies "he's good"

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

small fantasy au doodle dump <3

[sleepinglionhearts]

Oh, it’s gonna be the way you always thought it would be

but it’s gonna be no illusion

Oh, it’s gonna be the way you always dreamt about it

but it’s gonna be really happenin’ to ya

[charcubed]

oh everyone and their DISCLAIMERS about how “lokius will never be canon because disney and marvel are awful, but”........ well I have nothing to lose so. fuck disclaimers! this is my idea of fun! what if it CAN and WILL be canon, huh? what if the story is gonna go where it seems to be headed. what if I say they’re going to kiss on international streaming television. who’s gonna stop me

[elminster-big-naturals]

this may be controversial but maybe the "astarion and halsin are SO sexually traumatised that you should literally cut your own dick off before thinking abt them romantically you disgusting freaks" goon squad should consider the ramifications of essentially insisting assault survivors be permanently excluded from any kind of sex and romance bc they are too broken and stupid to be trusted to know their own desires and boundaries or have the capacity to want to explore/push them.

you know real survivors (not pixel men but real ppl like me!) can read that shit? do you think pushing the lie that encountering one (1) Genital Wielded With Intent will invariably cause us to crumble to a miserably weepy heap of dust and blow away in the breeze is appreciated or helpful? or implying the people that love or desire us are selfish at best and outright predators at worst?

i'm begging ppl to just be 2% normal about abuse survivors PLEASE. the characters aren't real but the attitude you drag from fandom back into the real world are.

[empressofmankind]

So, funny story -

One of my nieces has clearly inherited her grandfather's absolutely HoRRifFiC sense of humour.

And by horrific, I mean completely toe-curlingly excellent.

My 10-year-old niece: *seeing me make that doodle*

My niece: I wanna go to a firework show with my dad too

Me: Same, same

My niece: Tho mine is not that tall

Me: sad life

My niece: *watches*

Me: *draws*

My niece: So. His name is Crocodile for real?

Me: Yes

My niece: That's cool

Me: *draws*

My niece: *watching*

My niece: Does that mean he's her... dadodile

Me: *WHEEZES*

[effervescentdragon]

hello beloved ive missed you quite terribly 🥹

[weaponizedmoth]

Been meaning to do another one of these for a second, but didn't have any cool outfit pics--until I remembered these blurry pics I had from 2021 that I could never do much with. Libbyframe is the inspo for these as usual,✨️

[soulchronicity]

We don't have a DNI list anywhere, but here's something that would be put on it if there was one: Don't fucking interact with us if you tell people to genuinely kill themselves

[panda-of-the-trash]

Drabble 1: reflection

With the missions came quite a lot of grime and dirt. And how Cross hated his uniform being anything other than immaculate. Granted it was black, so one couldn’t really see if anything got on it. But still, he would know and it irked him. Not to mention himself. The Star Sanses and their allies, though friendly looking, could be vicious in battle. More often than not he got covered in blood and other bodily fluids, his own or someone else’s.

For that reason he absolutely loved Nightmare’s bathroom.

It was huge, with a crystal bathtub smack in the middle of the room. All of the bathroom walls, floors and ceilings were gray, but the shower, cabinets and sink were pitch black. And the faucets, they were all made of gold. 

Really it was the height of luxury and Cross would be lying if he didn’t feel a little spoiled whenever he could bathe in the beautiful crystal tub.

This wasn’t one of those days however, he’d just taken a quick but thorough shower to remove all filth from his body. He’d taken a hit to the face and wasn’t in the mood to take a long bath.

With a deep sigh he came out of the shower. The bathroom was full of steam, making his view a bit misty. Slowly he made his way to the foggy mirror and wiped a hand across it so he could look at himself in the mirror.

Wet white curls fell over his tan face. In some ways he looked so much like his despised creator, yet now after a quick wash, he looked like himself, not like the monster many made him out to be.

He looked tired. Cross knew his eye bags would never completely disappear but he loathed to look at them. He needed to look put together, presentable.

An endless sea of freckles still covered his face. It was one of the few things he liked about himself. He’d never understand why his creator made him with freckles in mind, imperfections were the things X-Gaster hated more than anything after all.

The only thing that was different was the giant scar running diagonally over his face. 

Earlier while battling the Star Sanses, he had been caught off guard and someone managed to slash his face. Luckily his eyes were spared but the cut was deep enough that it would inevitably scar. The red-pinkish line ran from the end of his right temple to the underside of the left side of his jaw. 

It made him sigh. He was already covered in a myriad of scars all over his body, but his face? Apart from the lightning scar and some small ones, his face was bare of scars. But after this, gods how would he ever be able to look in the mirror again. It wasn’t only a reminder that he was hideous, but that he failed.

Someone had caught him off guard. That couldn’t happen. He was captain of the moon guard, the force protecting Nightmare and guiding missions. He couldn’t be caught off guard. He couldn’t be slow. His world very much depended on him.

He was too busy looking at the scar to see the dark silhouette of his lover approaching through the mirror until Nightmare wrapped his arms around him from behind. 

Cross flinched the tiniest bit before melting into his embrace “ Mhh hi.”

“Hello darling, enjoyed your shower?”

Cross nodded, running a hand over his tentacles while Nightmare fussed over his hair a little.

He had been scared to face Nightmare so he went straight to their chambers to shower, but it appeared he could hide no longer from the king.

“I take it the mission went a little floppy?”

“Why would you think that?”

Why else could you be avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you..” Cross trailed off, going quiet when Nightmare arched a pointed eyebrow at him through the mirror. “Okay maybe I am a little.”

“Why darling?"

“Have you seen me??”

"What? This little thing? I hardly noticed.” At a returned arched eyebrow from Cross, Nightmare sighed softly. 

“I look appaling.” Cross sighed, looking away from the mirror. “I look like a monster.”

Nightmare frowned, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek. “You don’t..”

“But I do! It’s the only thing people will see when they look at me now..” 

“Oh my darling starlight…do you know what I see?”

When he answered with a small shake of his head, Nightmare gently used a tentacle to point his vision back at the mirror. Cross hesitantly looked at his reflection.

“I see a handsome warrior, a fierce guard that will stop at nothing to protect his home and the people he cares for. And the scars you bear will make it known to everyone that you conquered all.”

Cross blushed slightly, giving him a bashful little smile. The god certainly had a way with his words.

“Besides.” Nightmare lifted the hair covering the right side of his face, showing the long deep scars over his right eye. “We match now.”

Cross gave a soft chuckle.

[asterclaw]

have a really early morning doodle of dreamberry

Dream belongs to Jokublog Blue belongs to the AU community

[avatardoggo]

I HAVE FEELINGS FOR A BOYMAN

[savoryhoneybear]

you know. we may have the sexyman poll for giggles but like. i want to know which sans au actually had the most smutty content made about them. maybe im just not on that side of things but i barely see geno outside of afterdeath, and errink is popular but hey, you know what i see a TON of?? Dream. getting railed. absolutely ruined. fucking obliterated-

[kedsandtubesocks]

erika dear 🥺 tell me why this... somehow makes me think of my mando bakugou ??? i think it's because of the high neck maybe !!! it's so casual but idk !!! when he takes it all off maybe...😏 BUT MAYBE I JUST ALWAYS HAVE HIM ON MY MIND ALRHAODHAKKA

My darling Willow why is tumblr like this and not sending the link I’m gonna SHAKE THIS BLUE SITE WITH MY BARE HANDS!!

(edit - Willow sent me the link via messages we are so blessed: https://www.tumblr.com/vaporzzz/715171240310128640/happy-birthday-bakugou?source=share)

But the visual of a high neck…it’s too real because the mandalorian flight suit that most of them wear is thick and covers up a lot so it’s not risqué in any sense but it still reveals so much at the same time??

Like can you imagine the first time you notice it?? It would be when you have to heal his grumpy metal head. A blaster shot had managed to snag the sweet spot between his neck and shoulder not covered by his beskar shoulder pauldron. He goes feral, angered that he is wounded. And when you use the force to heal the wound, after having to snap at him, your hands press against the wound. It’s then you realize he wears a full layer beneath the armor.

But the actual time ever seeing him fully just in the flight suit?? OOF!

It’s late one night when a mandalorian cruiser ship returns back to the home planet but in a screeching clash. It shakes up the entire community. Everyone, including you, runs out into the night to check on the ship and it’s crew.

Thankfully the ship took most of the damage and everyone inside makes it back rather unscathed.

You help the medics with anything they need and even use the force to move debris getting in the way. In the heat of it Bakugou yells orders the entire time.

He is a fierce but strangely enough comfort during the whole ordeal. You can’t help it. You turn to check on his loud metal ass.

Bakugou stands hands on his hips talking with the pilot of the ship, his loud voice now composed and even comforting.

You think maybe it’s not him at first because he is not in full armor. The black painted beskar and white strip out lining the t visor is the dead give away that it’s him. However, it feels as if you are seeing him for the first time. No…it is the first time seeing him and realizing that he is a man. You wonder maybe a wild rancor has rammed into your stomach because you have to catch your breathe.

The black flight suit completely covers him, doesn’t even allow an complete image of how toned his arms are. It instead extenuates his broad shoulders. You notice his tapered waist and how sturdy his entire chest appears.

Bakugou looks strong, built, maybe even stronger out of armor and it does not make any sense! It makes you want to scream!

You should not be down right staring at this man, this mandalorian, especially not just during a time like this. And ship crash accident or not, the lightsaber quiet on your hip is a silent judgmental weight and reminder why you should not be thinking these thoughts.

With a firm inhale to keep yourself composed you jog over to help Kirishima and a few others.

The rest of the night you avoid even glancing at Bakugou. Even when he yells at you-

“Shitty Jedi, you alright?”

“Yeah I’m good!” Is all you yell back. You don’t even turn towards him because it is taking so much strength to not simply turn around and stare at him.

You even have to force yourself not to just think about Bakugou or image of his shoulders, or the way you want to imagine how sturdy his chest feels-

A horrified panic seeps in from just thinking of that and it closes your throat.

All you can do is exhale loud and shakily.

“Hey, you okay?” Sweet Kirishima asks and now you’re embarrassed even more.

You turn to him with a bright nod. “Yup all good.”

A lie, an awful poisonous one you need to find anti venom for and fast.

This feels like a test from the force and you hate that it’s one you might already be failing…

[cowardstiel]

i think it should be mandatory that everyone watch The Social Dilemma at least once every six months

[oblitus-vulpes]

do i need to make an intro post.