#yk the scenario

[irunaki]

i watched the 1997 Odyssey movie

Circe drawing cuz shes so pretty

this is the scene in the Circe island with eurylochus n polites (or piglites, if u will) that i redrew with the epic designs

also Calypso is stunning too

dunno i just love pretty women

also Aeolus is a silly old man here AND I LOVE HIM HES SO HAPPY AND GIGGLY AND SILLY

ok now to the real thing

how did they make Hermes even frutier

hes so zesty i cant i was literally dying while watching this

this frame had me crying LOOK AT THIS

overall 10/10

the cgi and special effects had me rolling on the floor i cant tell if its bc they are good or too bad but either way very good

extra points for extra pretty women, i think i fell in love with Circe and Calypso twice now so good job on that

Also I love Athena so much specially when shes mesing around with Ody and then Telemachus, they're so cute

[whump-in-the-closet]

Whump dialogue im obsessed with

“Breathe. Just breathe. In and out, like that.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“what do you think you’re doing?”

“JUST SHUT UP”

“another word from you and you wont talk again.”

“I’ll make you regret this if it’s the last thing I do”

“Look at you. You’re not much of a hero now, are you?”

“Choose. Which can you live without? Your left leg or your right?”

“you look different.” / “Last time you saw me I had a buzzcut and zero scars.”

“It’s going to take more than that to break me.”

“Kneel.” and “Make them kneel.”

“Restrain them, for gods sake”

“I can’t see what all the fuss was about now that you’re all tied up. You don’t look threatening at all.”

“watch out, they’re a fighter.”

“My my my, aren’t you a vicious little thing.”

“Not so brave now, are you?”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Hold still”

[elliesglock]

me if i had the girl of my dreams and also just dog walked your favorite team

[lovedrruunk]

WE ARE SO BACK!!!

Blushy Sloan :3

the day u guys get a finished drawing is the day i quit tumblr forever

I was actually so close to finishing this one I cleaned it up and everything but alas…

[saeun]

এ absolute failure ᪲ ﹕ changing the tides ! ᪲ jujutsu kaisen ᧔ female reader.

࣪⊹ he always wanted to hold you in a “sheep in a lion's den” (or something like that) situation, but how can he get past the barrier of a beating heart and sweaty palms?!

+ love, ‘un: featuring (gamer) megumi ⸝ (neighbour) yuta!

megumi fushiguro’s mission: make you nervous (FAILED)

usually megumi rarely invites guests. if there are guests, they invite themselves (example: gojo satoru). it’s the main reason why his housemates were jaw-dropped when they saw a girl following behind their friend.

megumi? with a girl? money might as well grow from trees next week.

it was simply unbelievable. not that they’re calling their friend a loser—hardly, but he’s not the most sociable… in person. megumi's more than comfortable yelling into his headset’s microphone, but he never shares that energy elsewhere.

once megumi entered, he immediately gestured a “don’t say anything” to his housemates. they listened and obeyed; doing nothing more than greeting and telling you the classic: “make yourself comfortable!”

now, megumi meticulously planned the entire session with the help of his group chat. he’d invite you over, keep a cool persona, and use video games as a way to bond with you. what megumi didn’t know was that you were already familiar with video games—you’re just more of a mobile player than a pc player (his main forte).

“do you play games?” he’d softly ask, mentally ticking off the checkbox in his mind.

once you confirmed that you did, he offered you his gaming chair. at first, you denied, saying that it’s his chair and you’d be fine with just standing. what you didn’t know was that’s exactly his plan. he’d have you on the chair while he stood behind you.

he’d guide you through his pc set up, pointing at different games, chrome extensions, doing his best to distract you so you won’t pay any mind to him. when you settled on a game, megumi would smoothly lean over you, putting his hand over yours to control the mouse.

he’d do it all under the disguise of “i’ve played it before. let me show you the tricks.” slowly moving his fingers to sit between yours, stretching his other arm to hold the other side of the chair, leaning in closer til he can feel the heat from your body, talking more than he usually does.

megumi would pretend to be immersed in walking you through the game, but he’s secretly glancing to see whether you’re showing any signs of being flustered.

an hour into the session and he’s the one who’s fighting heartbeat. you weren’t nervous at all. you were calm, sometimes biting your lip to focus on the game. whenever you did something to gain an achievement, you’d smile at him brightly, cheering with an “i did it!” while he responded with his own “yeah, you did.”

you were acting as if this was a normal, friendly hang out. he hid his true intentions. you didn’t know that staring at him until he answered made his heart race. ultimately megumi’s crush you deepened meanwhile you’re excited for another gaming session.

yuta okkotsu’s mission: shojo moment while walking together (FAILED)

yuta fell victim to the unskippable event of falling for his neighbour’s daughter. can you blame him? you’re the same age (bonus number one) and you never get bored of him turning the conversation into a marathon of his interests (bonus number two).

not only do you frequently talk, you also walk together every day. whether it’s to school, to the convenience store, or just taking a stroll around the neighborhood. your parents never allow you to walk without a guardian and yuta’s more than happy to spend time with you.

today it’s walking to the convenience store, though you hold a grudge against it. you’ve ranted multiple times about the irony of it being a convenience when its prices are anything but convenient.

while yuta’s doing his usual rap about his new obsession, you felt a few drops of rain. at first you shrugged it off, thinking you’re imagining things. the sun hid behind the clouds, yes, but the sky’s relatively bright! not a grey cloud insight.

again, you felt more drops of rain. you stopped walking, opening your palm and tilting your head towards the sky.

“hey, is it just me or is it raining?”

upon hearing your words, yuta stops. he was a few steps ahead of you, unable to notice that you had stopped due to being immersed in talking. he walks to you, eyebrows raised as he’s ready to answer your question. unfortunately, the sudden burst of rain cuts him off.

taking advantage of you being in a tank top, yuta quickly slid his jacket off, ready to swing it on your shoulders.

however, you had other plans. it’s raining and you were told to get what your mother needed with haste. with time clearly being a villain today, you grabbed his jacket with one hand and held onto his wrist with the next.

“no time for that!” you shouted, pulling him behind you as you sprinted towards the convenience store.

the sudden contact caused him to be flustered; running through the rain is dangerous yet he’s allowing himself to be dragged along. he would’ve covered you with the jacket and found somewhere to shelter but you took the initiative.

so close, yet so far. the romantic moment he always dreamed of being replaced with whatever’s going on. a moment that could’ve been filled with romantic tension forever mourned. maybe next time he can take the initiative anywhere else but conversations.

[yuwuta]

love f2l where he’s already hopelessly in love with you and pining in a way that’s so obvious to everyone else but you, but also love the moment in f2l where it clicks that “oh shit… i think my friend just turned me on.” even better when one person doesn’t realize they’ve turned the other one on and they’ve just gotta live with the memory replaying in their head for a few days. friends keep saying they’re distracted and they just nod their head like yeah uh sorry… was uh… sorry what were we talking about? bc these days if it’s not about that moment, zero processing has gone on 

megumi and satoru are the worst at coping with this. 

for megumi, it’s such a 180, a switch has been completely turned on when it happens, that it makes him upset. he can’t even tell if he’s angry that it happened in the first place, that he couldn’t tell he was attracted to you before, that he can’t stop thinking about it now, or that it’s possible that other people could have already had this realization and be thinking of you like this too. every option brings a mean scowl to his face. and it’s embarrassing above all because you were just trying to take off your shoes. when lifting your leg and holding onto to his bicep wasn’t enough, you crouch down to struggle with the straps instead. megumi sighs—all he wanted to do was get your drunken ass home in one piece and now you’re crouched down in the middle of the street, and when he looks down to see what’s taking so long, that’s when it hits him. you bent down like that, looking up at him and groaning and pulling on his shirt and whining for him to help you does very terrible things to him. and it shouldn’t, you’re only calling for him because you lack the hand-eye coordination (and clearly critical thinking because this is the middle of the road and you cannot walk barefoot) right now to undo your shoes, but it’s your blown pupils and pout and the calling for him—you have to stop whining. and saying his name. immediately—not to mention the angle and tilt of your head to look up at him. megumi can barely help himself, much less you, which is why he grumbles, hoists you up by the scruff of your neck so you’re standing up right. you giggle in your haze but megumi just hisses his teeth, tells you “stop looking at me like that,” and before your mind can catch up, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you over his shoulder because looking at your face is not an option right now. and this is for the best for everyone—now your feet don’t hurt, you’ve stopped groaning, there’s no more eye contact, and megumi has the rest of the walk back to your apartment to contemplate what the fuck just happened to him 

for satoru, it’s actually partially his fault, because not only is it so far from sexual and yet turns him on anyway, but he’s so annoying that his actions lead to a cascade of other terrible turn-ons that and now it’s a cyclical problem. you’re just borrowing something of his for the convince of it—his glasses because it’s sunny, or maybe his jacket because it’s cold, something small and innocent—but it ignites such a strong flame in him that his visceral reaction is to snatch it right back from you, and run away like some school girl. “hey—satoru what the fuck, come on, you weren’t even using it!” you call, but your voice is already an echo at the speed he’s scurried away from you. the flash vision of you in his belongings was terrible, but it’s the memory of it that makes it worse, brings a blush to his face, and leave him shaking his head like a crazy person because what the fuck this is insane. you didn’t even do anything so he has no reason to act like this, there’s no way the slightest insinuation of you thinking of him/his belongings as something to borrow, or hold, or have should make him react this way, but it does. and he hates it. and he’s not normal about it at all, and it takes you confronting him, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him back and forth, asking him what the fuck is wrong with him, which is warranted, but worse because that also leaves him red from his face to his check with Awful Realization Numbers 2 and 3: (2) you usually just Deal with him being strange, but right now you’re mad and you’re really hot when you’re mad, and (3) you’re very close to choking him out right now and if you did, he wouldn’t stop you

yuuji is the one who has had this effect on more people than he knows, which is hilarious to think about because he’s either completely oblivious, or using his charm to play innocent. and when you have that moment, you’re definitely left stunned. you were just fishing for more snacks for your self-care night—a tradition that used to between you and nobara, but now includes megumi, and most times yuuji, but tonight, he had plans with todo, which you were grateful for because there’s no way you could have been around him after what happened. in a hurry to grab his water bottle from the fridge, yuuji doesn’t bother you with words to maneuver through the cramped kitchen, just mindlessly puts his hands on your hips, lifts you, pivots, puts you down, grabs his water bottle, puts it on the counter, lifts you again, pivots, and places you right back where you were, flashing you a million-dollar smile, before grabbing his bottle and rushing out to catch the bus. you’re left blinking, body on autopilot as you finally reach for the chips, and zombie-like when you make your way back to the living room where nobara’s putting a sheet mask on megumi. when you’re finally seated on the couch, you blink for the first time, blurting out to nobody in particular, “is… is itadori hot?” and it’s comedic how quick, blasé, and autonomic the in-sync replies from both megumi and nobara are, “yes”, “unfortunately.” oh. well that’s reassuring you suppose. you might have been the last to realize it, but at least you’re not alone. 

if you told yuuta he had the ability to seduce anybody he would probably just laugh awkwardly and think it’s some kind of joke. the great irony is that rooming with him has left you with many instances to confirm that he is attractive, but the defining moment is when you realize just how much yuuta has grown in his year abroad. your apartment is nice and relatively modern, but there are still some tight spaces. usually you and yuuta just giggle while shuffling around each other, but today, you feel like you’ve gotten between a rock and another rock because when did yuuta—your scrawny, awkward, endearing yuuta—gain fifty pounds of muscle? it’s a terrible moment for you to be squished between him and the tiny enclosure of your storage closet and even worse that he’s the one who apologies, and smiles, and carries on reaching for the spare napkins while you’re left with the filthy thoughts about your best friend. 

[sidethatyoudontknow]

In the middle of all this 457 chaos there's me that lowkey ships junho and the salesman/ the recruiter/ddakji guy or whatever you're calling him

I mean have you look at them, imagine the banter we could've got

Like there's junho, a detective who's been trying to find his brother only to be led up to a brutal kids game competition in some sketchy island and also finds out the person who controls the said game is his very own brother that he's been searching for a long time that is also a previous winner in the game

And then there's the salesman (some people call him ddakji or dak ho) who's been trained to kill, to see people that played the games is lower than him like a trash since he was a teenager probably, who doesn't even know the purpose of life anymore, a literal mess, a maniac. That's also probably the one that recruit junho's brother into playing the games(a theory not sure if that would makes sense)

Just imagine that, I could write a few headcanons if anyone interested

And yes yes I know they didn't even interacted once for SHIT(and the only time they ever see one another was when one of them already died and the one died never also see him or does he?)

[shot-by-cupid]

Maybe I’m just weird and crazy but does anybody else have like. A f/overse. 😭

Idk I like to imagine how they’d all interact with eachother n stuff. Like who’s jealous of who, who gets along, how they talk about me when I’m not around (with the understanding that everyone in the room is also. In love with me yk) who’s starting a brawl etc etc

Little vip room for my mains you know how it is

[icantbotherwithusernames]

Mabel shows Ford ao3

[qwakque]

falalalala la la la la

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee didn’t understand why the whumper was being less cruel than usual, certainly not kind but better. They had gotten extra food and a thin blanket. It’s only at the end of the day where they realized that it had been their birthday, and they just…hadn’t noticed.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Obsessed with whumpee clutching their shot arm, fingers pressed into the bloody fabric of their jacket and with their other hand, desperately scrabbling for any kind of support. Grabbing Caretaker’s hand and squeezing. And caretaker’s eyes widening as they assess the damage. “Breathe. You have to breathe.”

“I’m— I’m trying.”

[night-triumphantt]

This is how I imagine the reveal of sev and nikki being back together is going to go

[ineed-to-sleep]

What if we fell in love and you died LMAOOO what then

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I had the absolute dumbest idea:

X-men dating sim where you can date like any adult in the mansion

And like Charles’ route seems normal but if you get too far you get killed by Magneto and get a secret bad ending.

anon you cant say this not when i have an infatuation with imagining my faves in DATING SIMS

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Jack Thoughts!!

A/n: Sometimes I try to go to sleep bc ik I have smth to do the next day but.... Knifes.... Blades.... Yandere..

Its been a hot minute for IDV content huh

CW: Slut shaming(?) Name calling only really, reader gets a bit slashed up but doesn't die (womp womp), and basically creepy man yandere so 🙃

Jack looming over your shivering and worn out body; lungs desperately trying to keep up oxygen intake as the sporadic beating of your heart threatens to pop right out of your chest. Silver locks of hair hides the eyes drinking up the sight that beholds him. Spreading his digits apart, the shape of the sharp thin blades make their appearance through the fog that always somehow follow wherever he goes.

A saccharine smile is cut onto his face. The chase had his heart pumping almost as fast as yours. The only other thing keeping the rate in this position was the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Jack presses his palm firmly on your chest while his fingers land oh-so cautiously as to not slice into you too soon. Being able to hurt you so up and close rather than from a distance felt so intimate. He most definitely won't be the same after this. He needs more.

"It's no fun if you keep squirming." Jack leans down, closing into your pitiful state. He looks as if he were drooling just at the sight, "Or has this been your way of teasing me? You're not the same as those previous harlots, are you?" Of course you were. You're a dirty, tainted little thing, but that's what he loved about you. You were already ruined, but somehow stayed sweet enough to tempt him into biting.

And sink his teeth in he did.

As much as he's itched to leave deep jagged claw marks on your precious skin, Jack decides to enjoy the moment for what it's worth. Hand flexing, the slightest bits of pressure is applied as he slowly drags his blades down from just above your collar bones to your mid-section past your ribcage.

Your dopamine-inducing screams and kicks sends him teetering over the edge. Breathing labored as his own lower body trembles in the ecstasy; you were perfect. Dirty, dirty little fucking whore, it's a vile thought. Slaughtering anyone else was messy murder, but digging into you? Tearing you to shreds? Why, that's paradise.

He wants to see inside of you.

Jack wastes no time in slashing you once more- horizontally across your stomach. Fortunately, your guts didn't come spilling out, much to his slightest dismay. Shredded clothes really do suit you once the blood as soaked into it.

How long till the baron finds this unamusing? Time can only tell. Until then, he shall allow you to indulge in one thing.

Jack's lips hover above the shell of your ear uncomfortably close. He wants to be close, closer. Chest to chest, the fact your blood is fusing into the fabric of his suit takes ahold of him in endorphins.

"No matter where you go," he dances the flat side of his blades across your wounds, making you flinch at instinct, "I'll be there with you. You belong to me, blood, sweat, and tears."