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#oh my god is this fucking lost boy
kabutoden · 1 month
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if aradia's death was just in-character for a long roleplay, what's the deal with tavros and terezi's disabilities? did vriska have anything to do with them?
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She Did Do Those Things. vriska no!!!!!!
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luck-of-the-drawings · 4 months
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EPISODE 2 AND 3 HAVE BEEN SOOOO FUN im already so emotionally attached to each of these characters.. if anything bad ever happens to any of them im killing everyone and then everyone.
#cw blood#cw vomiting#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#ARTHUR BENNETS DRY HUMOR IS SOOO FUCKIN FUNNY OH MY GOOODDD the sleepin upside down bit omg..#i love drawing him with just the same stoic expression. he is a stone cold pillar of ice to me. one that loves his little kitty kittyyyyy#i loved watching him work with emizel aswell the dynamic is SOO FUN#I LOVE THAT EMIZEL IS SO FOND OF CATS TOO LIKE RAAAHH THATS SO SWEET.. pepper is his favorite cat....#the part with him defending pepper was SO CUTE UGHH i love emizel he is so small and sharp and pointy AND YET#there is LOVE IN THAT BOYS MOSTLY DEAD HEART I TEEELLL YOU HWAT!!! and in other news:#i love love love the concept of 'royal shut-in gets lost in the big city' MY BABY BOY SHILOOO I ADORE HIMMMM#AND DEACON WAS SOOOO NICE TO HIM givin him a place to stay n helpin him dress up for the party and taking him around town to see the sights#im in love with deacon i love him soooo much. AND ALSO. ABOUT SHILO.#HE CAN EAT FOOOOOD LIKE SURE THE GARLIC GOT HIM BUT WE GGOOOTTA GIVE HIM A MILKSHAKE OR SMTH#LIKE I THOUGHT IN THE FIRST EPISODE WHEN HE SIPPED SODY N NOTHING HAPPENED. I THOUGHT THAT WAS JUSTA FLUKE#BUT NO ITS A PATTERN ITSA PATTERN HE CAN EAT FOOD!!! BABY BOY CAN EAT FOOOD!!!!!!! FEED HIM MORE FOOD!!! food is the best human creation#I HOPE MORE GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO THESE BOYS. especially since. well. okay so ive seen the 4th episode. sigh.#like holy fuck. hey ep4? what the fuck? hey you just let that happen? what the fuck. what the FUCK. EPISODE 4. HEY WHAT THE FUCK#THAT DIDNT NEED TO HAPPEN. OH MY GOD. THIS BETTER END WELL. IN TWO WEEKS I KNOW YALLRE GONNA BE SCREAMIN TOO BC OHHH MY GLOD. WHAT THE FUCK#EPSIDOE FOUR STILL HAS ME FUCKED UP SO BAD OH MY GOD. I WILL NEVER BE OVER IT. HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHYYYYYY. NOOOOOOO!
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michael-after-hours · 11 months
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Dad bod David with tattoos, who has strechmarks...
Sitting in his jeans and socks smoking trying to get dressed💗💗💗💗💗
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edoro · 1 year
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it’s so funny when i see people talking about Hunter’s like, latent genetic big brother instincts he inherited from Caleb, and how he must be sooo good at nurturing and caring for younger kids because of Caleb
and meanwhile we literally see how The Kid Caleb Cared For turned out, and he’s an extremely emotionally unstable abusive genocidal monster who never got over his codependent obsession with Caleb and has spent the last 300 years using forbidden necromancy to try and play Happy Families with a series of disposable Caleb-clones
like i think Caleb did the best that a kid in that position could possibly be expected to do when responsible for raising a younger sibling with no help or support that way and i don’t blame Caleb for wanting to get the fuck away from Gravesfield asap at all or think that like, any mistakes Caleb might have made raising Philip mean that Philip’s actions as an adult aren’t his own responsibility
but like... you don’t... act that way if you have a stable, functional, safe upbringing. lmao.
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kissproof · 2 years
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❦ . . . 𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘚𝘛 𝘒𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘚
𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴
𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎: 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
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𝘿𝘼𝙑𝙄𝘿
david isn’t the most ceremonious of men, but he knows what he wants when he wants it. he takes his time, tossing the thought of whatever it may be in his mind until it sticks. tonight it stuck: he was going to kiss you. 
it happened one of the nights you and david went on a late night drive. your fingers clung to him, lost in the thick of his coat, your faces slowly, then more rapidly razed by sand and breezes onshore. you soared around so fast as if the two of you had wings.
after he’d driven you home, he watched you quietly lift yourself from the bike, recovering giddily from wobbly legs and the salty air. you knew there wasn’t much he wanted to say, nor you, so you smiled and turned away to retire for the night. but before you could fully step aside, he grabs you by the arm, spinning you like a top, and kisses you, balancing a booted foot on the ground as the bike leaned to align him better with your precious lips. and it wasn’t clumsy, it was formulaic and experienced. planned, but catered to you. he’ll always remember the way you moaned as if it had been your first time. (sheeesh i’m jealous if it is!!!!)
his kisses are always the deepest, most breathtaking, most intoxicating stories he could ever tell you, though you appreciate his histories too, of course. his lips are slow, his mouth and tongue ring with the danger of cigarettes and the remnants of blood from a dirty feeding. you feel his entire mouth with your tongue because he makes you, like he’s trying to devour your soul by tangling your tongue in his like fingers clutching, choking you at the throat with his kiss. 
so after that moment, he won’t let you leave his sight without one. he’ll smirk as you tell him goodnight, past your curfew surely and worrying your parents to death, but ah ah ah, he’s quick to realize what he’s missing out of you. he’ll say, “you forgetting something?” his voice sly and suave against your ears. and before you even compute what you’re doing, your arms are around his neck and his lips are on yours, killing you ever so softly with the longing you hold for him as sharp and dutiful as a knife, or teeth. 
(p.s. , your parents get real pissed cuz he’ll start revving up his bike as you make out, alerting the whole neighborhood that you’re slowly corroding into a little demon of his design)
(p.p.s. he’d definitely drive away as you two are kissing to break the connection if he really needs to be back at the cave or he’s a little grumpy or if he’s just trying to be the absolutely sadistic tease that he is……)
𝘿𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙉𝙀
imagine you’ve been driven out to the beach after midnight , sand spraying under the wheels of dwayne’s bike, baby soft and malleable beneath the speed of his excitement to spend the rest of the night with you. 
you’re there to watch the stars, but already you’ve had such a wonderful time, so you just hug tighter around his leather, smiling into his back as he finds the best spot to linger in the moonlight. 
when said spot was found, you spread the blanket you’d brought from home and sit down side by side, gazing up at the black sky. 
it was rare, yes, that you could spend the entire night with him—he often stayed out to feed or spend time at the cave—but when you did it was always magical and tender and special. like him :)
and as much as he’s got it under control, he’s ultimately following your lead with all of this, so if you lay down, he lays down, if you turn to face him, he’ll turn to face you, and the closer you get to each other, the closer the moon is to touching your face so beautifully. more and more, he gets an urge to close the distance, wordlessly, of course, as dwayne often was. even if you’d been talking beforehand, he’d grow quiet, a dark softness coming over his face. 
so, after a while of gazing at his own little star, the awe of your being becomes a little too much to waste on space, so his nose meets yours, knocking into you like a lion’s. he’s firm and playful, just wanting to meet your touch in any way he can. but then he tilts his head, noticing your silent permission, the butterflies warping about in your belly, as his lips touch yours and he kisses you, shallowly, just a brief smooshing at first. 
then, your lips lock, and a surge of a breath travels through his nose as he rolls you onto your back to love you beneath the stars. if you listen closely, the rickety rush of boardwalk sounds act as a symphony to your end of the night. 
dwayne’s kisses aren’t quite as deep or exploratory as the others might be, but the shallowness of his savory tongue as it dips against yours will always tickle you in a way that you can’t really describe. 
there’s no doubt that hes skilled in this art. he can be slow, or he can slip a bit faster, he can cradle your head to relax or curl a hand along the sensitive flesh of your neck to surprise. he’ll bite and tug or lap at your lips like water to the sand or a baby to candy. either way there’s always a care, a gentleness in it that leaves you wanting, craving more.
𝙋𝘼𝙐𝙇
paul is for sure catching you off guard because you only live a million years amirite, lads?
he’d do it on the boardwalk, of course, surrounded by a million and one burning night lights and vapid human life (who would normally be caught in paralyzing fear at the sight of him) but this night… it’s all about *you*, baby.  
and it was about you!! paul went on all the rides that you asked him to, won the bears, bought all the candies and sugars in the world with money you had no idea he had to his name, and now it was time for an end of the night stroll to wind down the rushes of teenage adrenaline. 
eventually, as the two of you walk side by side to the entrance of the boardwalk where he’d left his bike, he caves on an idea he’d been pondering for most of the night. just a thought of how he could give himself a little treat for enduring all of the fun you’d “forced” him into. 
he’d pull something silly like telling you you had something on your mouth (you’d probably be eating something sugary or saucy which could very much warrant a mess on your face), before volunteering himself to remove it. next thing you know, he’s leaning in with a hand on your jaw and pecking your lips before smirking his head off as you stare up at him, stunned. 
“sorry, babe. couldn’t help it,” he’d say with his preciously boyish shrug, as if that could earn him a pass (…it does). 
and once he “breaks that ice” for the two of you, expect him to stealing kisses from you a lot more often. 
they’d range from pecks that would edge you into whines and sighs for him to come back to give a “real one” to lingering make out sessions full of smiles and little groans. he just absolutely loves to kiss you.
𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙊
it’s most likely that you and marko would be watching a movie the first time you kiss. 
you’d gone to the boards to rent a few videos from max’s shop and as soon as you were exposed under the gaze of dozen tv screens displaying various crimes committed in santa carla, he rushes you straight to the horrors (as if santa carla wasn’t a horror fest enough). 
eventually, he’s shoving a ton of tapes in your arms and, though he tries to explain each one beforehand, you’re pretty sure he’s only attracted to the naked girls being sucked by vamps and stolen by swamp ghouls on the covers of them. 
(p.s. he thinks his taste in movies is top tier and is super elitist about it so he often sways you to rent the films *he* thinks are worth your time, so you let him run wild, though you continue to whine at him that it’d be extremely difficult to carry all of them on the back of his bike.)
“plus, there’s no way we’re watching all of these tonight.” you gesture hopelessly to the growing pile in your arms, trying to keep from stumbling around. 
with enough pouting and the cringe sound of polypropylene smacking against the floor, you persuade him to only take three back with you and come back next week for more. (let’s be real, though, he’s coming back the next night cuz he’s very overzealous). 
so, anyway, you’re sat there flicking popcorn into your mouth, watching a new damsel shrill her head off as she’s prepped for an allegorical murder that could’ve really just been sex on screen, and marko looks at you. but it’s more than a look, he’s reading the curves of your face, as if something was on his mind. 
so you give him a quick glance to indulge, flashing a dismissive smile, and mumbling an absent “what?” under your breath, not expecting much of it. 
however, “i really wanna kiss you right now” is what he replies, almost gravely. a furnace was lit in you after that. it was the most romantic, and concentrated, you’d ever seen him. and that was that. you end up with his body over yours, making out for the rest of the movie(s), curdling screams, blood spurts, and all.
the session was definitely enough to keep you entertained because kissing marko is so fun! (and full of tongue). he explores different ways to lick and bite your lips until they’re swollen and ripe. he’ll play with your tongue and twitch at the hips when you suck on his own. he’ll laugh and smile against your face, grabbing your chin to force your mouth open so he could further ravish you and leave you utterly tingling. 
he’s wild, really, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 
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crow-in-springtime · 8 months
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Horatio in one of those stories where the main character does anything and everything to prevent the death of a loved one.
I just think it would be neat
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Also have a fun little life update since it’s 8 AM (the time it is everywhere in the world right now) and I haven’t slept and my partner’s work alarm is going off—
Graduated from college in 2020(sad party popper noise). Studied theatre, visual arts, art history. Emmett Timeline OUT. Andrew Rose Timeline IN.
Started testosterone and changed my name AGAIN in 2020. Got FUCKING medicated.
Worked as a manager for FuckBucks for a few years, as I feel is a valid post-theatre-degree job, many arts graduates would agree.
Started an art business that’s currently on hiatus(for moving reasons). Made a few zines. Still doing that. Had a fun pagan spiritual awakening.
Saw My Chemical Romance and The Mountain Goats within a week of each other and came out a changed man(-adjacent).
Started dating my best friend from high school and we moved to our dream city with my college roommate, my cat, and my partner’s snake the week before I turned 25.
Moved from the mountains to the ocean with a brief(lol) stint in eastern Massachusetts suburbia(read:hell).
Quit smoking cigarettes. Started smoking cigarettes again. We grow and quit again, save for when heavy drinking is involved(read: rarely).
Working at a cool artsy downtown cafe with cool artsy people!! My partner works with vampires!! Dipping my toes into theatre again(slowly)(very slowly)(literally just got this job and don’t know how to schedule that around theatre schedules)(we learn and adapt).
I picked up my Doctor Who writing fixation like an old long-untouched sketchbook full of familiar-ish art that I want to sketch over, finish unfinished pieces, and try my hand at redoing old work in a not-very-changed style. I want to write old muses like I redo character designs.
I picked up my general Doctor Who hyperfixation and slammed it against a wall like a wet teddy bear for the satisfying sound it makes.
And I am, perhaps, actually, legitimately, most importantly, the happiest I’ve been in my 25 long and short years on planet earth.
(The Brainworms for the Master & the Doctor [both separate & together entities] never went away. The Brainworms for everyone else came back with a vengeance.)
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rainbow-burst · 2 months
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I being so fucking normal about this fit on him rn I'm beingsofuckingnormal I'm beingsofuckin nor-
#you have no idea how fucking long I've been drooling crying begging and just screaming for them to do a Lost boy kill count#like I just watched the podcast maybe like a week ago and I'm just like rocking back and forth on my bed like they're going to post a video#<--real soon#and oh my God I watched the video of the kill count in there's so many things I wish they talked about on there but I'm grateful to get it#they did talk about the sequels and.....ekkkk... I mean it's only based off of high demand so let's hope to God no one talks about it#or send any emails for them I mean if they talk about the remake that's fine I haven't really seen that one I know Sebastian stan is in it#oh my God I feel like I'm about to be so fucking annoying about the movie again I think I'm going to just start posting random shit about it#also lately I've been more happy to be posting and drawing again than usual#so I might be back on doodling and drawing random shit or actually I've been having more confidence in myself to start posting doodles#why do I bring that up because oh I don't know...wink wonk 🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤗🤗 😉😉😉😉😜😜😜#my laptop kind of sucks now so I'm going to buy a new one probably this month or next month so I'll be drawing and posting doodles#I'm also thinking about posting some of my recent sketches I have in my notebook but don't expect any Picasso or Vince Van Gogh for me#I know I'm good but like I'm not that good lol im jking kinda sorta maybe not relaly okay yeaj am BUT!!!#I feel like I'm back on my drawing shit again and if I don't finish your drawing I'll just still post it because why the fuck not I'm young#let's fuck around and have some fun why not huh#man I can't believe I'm actually really rambling here but yeah I'm happy to say that I'm going to be back on my stupid shit ❤️#kill count
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perenlop · 1 year
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havent read tbc but i think its so funny how shadowsight seems to be popular to the people i follow just because “the narrative treats him like all the female characters do so hes an honorary girlie”
#and by ''how the narrative treats him'' they mean badly ofc bc apparently everything is blamed on him repeatedly#w no one realizing that he was manipulated and the narrative being retconned just to say hes actually a screwup who was never good#and everything genuinely is his fault bc why else would he listen to an evil cat in starclan#like. damn that really is something theyd do to a female protagonist#also the only ppl ive seen hating on him do it for boring and stupid reasons so im inclined to like him out of spite#bc ''he has an ILLEGAL name in this universe. hes a TIGERDOVE kid. hes a FANFICTION made REAL'' ok well hes the most interesting one. so.#not like anything he actually does in the narrative it seems. plus the other two protags sound boring as hell#''oh im sad i couldnt get w the boy i like. now i love another guy but its forbidden. oh and my leaders possessed ig.''#''SIGH i wish people didnt compare me to my cringe OUTSIDER dad. also i see ghosts and i hate this its cringe''#''also my sister is a legacy name after an important character from the previous arc but who cares''#and then shadowsight is like ''since i was an infant i had excruiciating seizures and visions. i threw myself into a river as a sacrifice#i am suicidal. i got manipulated by an evil man into possessing my great uncle. everyone outwardly wants me dead for it#everyone blames all of their problems on me and expects a lot from me. i got demoted for it. my only support is my close family#and even then they have to suffer the extreme guilt of not being able to help me with literally anything#also the antagonist wants my mom dead for my own existence. i have lost so much#i am literally blamed by god for everything thats happened to be despite being used by them since i was an infant and thats where my story e#ends''#like fuck. yeah he is an honorary girlie to me. i barely know u man but like i support u. cmere be my pet cat#echoed voice
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chryzure · 3 months
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jacks being characterized as a lame geek riding on the coattails of his bestfriend girlfriend’s popularity is more accurate as a modern au reading of him than the “rich bad boy” archetype. if he’s rich, then he’d be the lame fucking son of a country club family that can’t even ride horses. jacks is lame. he’s so uncool. and pathetic. nobody knows him like i do its so distressing
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hella1975 · 11 months
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SNORK FUCKING MIMIMI
#my day started at 11AM. ELEVEN. AM. let that sink in. and has just now ended at 3am. (three in the morning. am. 3am. three am.)#i am SLEEPY i cant feel MY LEGS#like we all got ready at 11am. we went to spoons breakfast. we pre'd until like 2/3#AND THEN WE WENT TO THE HORSE RACES! BC THERE WAS A STUDENT DAY THING! IT WAS SO FUN! MUCH BETTER THAN LAST TIME!#and we were there until like? 9? i think?#and then we come home to get our shit together. had a chinese. drank some more. and then we went to the club#and we stayed until close bc when i TELL YOU the dj did not play a single skip song#it was just banger after banger i think ive lost my voice#but oh my god my POOR LITTLE LEGS#I WAS IN HEELS THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS AT THE RACES#6/7 HOURS IN HEELS JUST TO TAKE THEM OFF TO GO CLUBBING??? OW#IM GOD'S STRONGEST SOLDIER TBFH#ALL THAT WAITRESSING DID ME GOOD APPARENTLY MY FEET ARE STRONGER THAN SISYPHUS ON THEIR OWN#FUCK THAT ROCK BOY#ow. ow ow ow. but it was such a good day so idc. i met a guyyyyy <3#i also fucking body checked this one girl and i feel a bit bad bc she was so clearly having her teen coming of age moment in the club#like white girl dancing hands over her head twirling etc. unfortunately for her AND ME that involved bumping into me repeatedly#and like? she kept turning to us to try make us dance with her but me and my mates were having a lot of fun in our little trio so we didn't#which yeah maybe that was mean but tbh if someone did that to me id take no for an answer the first time instead of repeatedly doing it#like she was acting like she was empowering us and freeing us from the shackles of insecurity when rlly we were just like girl no#and she WOULD NOT GET THE FUCK OFF ME like zero spacial awareness to her#the irony of clubs is like yeah obvs ur surrounded by people but it's also looked down upon if ur seriously in someone's space#so i just wasn't having it and in the end i just fully fucking SHOVED her off lmfaoooo. sorry girlie <3#like i felt embarassed for her bc of it like she was so in her own little world and i absolutely ruined it but idc#be aware of other people and their comfort bitch!#anyway yeah it was very fun all in all <3#hella goes to uni
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lecliss · 5 months
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I will never be able to take Obito seriously in the Tobi outfit. I just can't. That's not Madara, that's not a guy stuck in Hell, that's not a villain capable of horrors beyond our comprehension. That will always be the mask of a school girl in love with his senpai to me and nothing else. Well, okay maybe except Guruguru and whatever the fuck he kept talking about literal shit for. But Kishi fucked up thinking anyone is supposed to take the Tobi disguise seriously at this point.
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Y'all ever just think about someone and start moaning?
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origamiyoda · 6 months
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sometimes looking thru character playlists on spotify is clicking on the most popular one, getting unbelievably angry, and then closing the tab
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percentstardust · 1 year
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when aemond is either in a bad mood due to his borderline personality disorder or due to his pain level, he tends to self isolate. usually, he can be found in his room or with vhagar in the forest. other places include the library, the garden, the sept, or the stables. vhagar is usually the only person he likes being around. most of the time, she is napping and he just leans against her while reading, sketching, or napping in someway on her himself. even as a teenager, he naps with vhagar. he naps on her or around her or under her wing. sometimes he will just wonder around the forest and hunt.
however, he does not mind his mother, sister, aegon, daeron checking in on him. though, he may sometimes snap if they accidentally say the wrong thing so he prefers to be alone.
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gochujangst · 7 months
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I hope the didymium arc I write is as tragic as the Arno arc from space boy. That shit fucking hurt and I can't feel a thing
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