#and mod their discord

[no-tengo-ojos]

Noel Gallagher just slagged off my favourite band because they're friends with Damon Albarn and he was on their 2024 Glasto set and made pro-palestinian statements. I'm not surprised but still disappointed

[ponydoodles]

belated pride discord ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[badlydrawnmanic]

i made a minecraft pig in spore

he can do this (very talented)

[torchvic]

my fucking god these bitches gay

[rockdrop]

someone told said kanade should check her tongue temperature instead in the last comic

[zhukzucraft]

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As the strange world around you flashes, you close your eyes and open them again to the sun setting on the first day of the new game.

You are back at spawn and you are not alone.

Skizz: Mumbo!!!!

Mumbo: Oh my goodness

Mumbo: Skizz!

Mumbo: It was you!

Skizz: Yep!

Skizz: You and I are joined at the hip now, my guy, so you better get used to it!!

Mumbo: Oh

Mumbo: You-

Mumbo: You really chose to stay with me so fast? I'd barely even finished reading the rules!

Skizz: Yeah, what was there to think about? I knew my buddy wouldn't betray me!

Mumbo: But we're already down to yellow

Mumbo: Because of me

Mumbo: I just...

Mumbo: I don't even know how it happened, honestly, I'm so sor-

Skizz: Hey, who cares about that! You know what's important?

Skizz: You and I are together now!

Skizz: And if we put together that big smart brain of yours and these guns we will be unstoppable!

Mumbo: ah

Mumbo: Right.

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Start Over -- Go Back

[redstonedust]

i'm not going to say much on iskalls departure from hermitcraft unless we get more information (and maybe we never will, and thats fine) but please dont hound the hermits for details, especially on stream. we have no clue what the nature of the complaints were, we have no clue who was involved, and its likely not something they can talk about right now. i know its reasonable to want to know if your favorite youtuber did something bad, but i believe if they have more to say, they'll say it when the time is right. and the right time is probably not when theyre trying to do their job.

[papercutstoday]

Merry Grinchstarion (Christmas) ❄️

Req by Bimbones

[bbq-ishere]

robots/AI with faces

[zephyrchama]

Make barbatos fanfics pls

The memory of your recent mishap kept playing in your mind. It was a complete mistake - you hadn't intended to drench Barbatos in tea. Despite him being more than capable of protecting himself, you foolishly attempted to shield him from whatever toxic concoction Solomon was cooking up. One thing led to another, a massive pot fell over, there was an ear-deafening clang, and Barbatos was on the ground. Sopping wet.

He wasted no time in excusing himself to clean off, leaving you to bear the weight of your sins. Anyone could have easily cleaned the mess with magic, but Barbatos instead opted for a shower for some peace and quiet to calm down. Solomon was left to scrub the floor by hand since he started this issue in the first place.

As all of the castle's linens had been conveniently gathered in the laundry room to be inventoried, you took it upon yourself to grab a clean towel and deliver it to Barbatos.

You could hear the water running from down the hall. It was so loud, you weren't sure Barbatos could hear you. Wisps of steam escaped from the cracks around the bathroom door. You knocked. There was no answer.

"Barbatos?" you called, knocking again. There was no answer. Only the running of water. He was probably already in the shower. You could take this opportunity to grab his soiled uniform and clean it before the stains permanently set in.

With that plan of action, you opened the door. Barbatos was not in the shower, despite the running faucet. In fact, Barbatos was stark naked in the middle of the room. A washcloth in his hand indicated he had already obtained his own towels. He had his back to the door, as if he was just about to enter the tub. He made eye contact with you over his shoulder, eyes wide.

That one second felt like an hour.

His posture was superb. A mix of tea and condensation from the muggy bathroom air trailed down the curve of his spine, fine enough to be in a medical textbook. Your eyes followed, down to the base of his tail and the derriere behind it. Two fabulous, firm full moons. A sight rarer than anything else in all the three realms.

"Did you need something?"

Barbatos' usual polite tone was punctuated with umbrage. He placed a hand on his chest, as though shielding his visage.

"I'm sorry!" were the first words you spat out, on reflex. Coherent thinking failed you in the face of such art. Sentences started falling out of your mouth and you hoped they made sense. "I thought you might need a towel, so I got one from the laundry and came to give it to you. I knocked! I did, I knocked, but you didn't answer so I came in to leave this."

You held the towel forward with both hands as an offering. "And I was gonna collect your clothes so I could wash them. As an apology for, ah, that other thing I did. Sorry."

You stared at the ground. Even Barbatos' ankles were pristine. A little bony, tapering down at the sides that led to his slender feet. You watched his weight shift as his tail curled closer to his body.

"How thoughtful. I'd appreciate if you could hang it on the towel bar. I will handle my clothes myself, later."

"Right, of course." You swiveled and diligently hung the towel up. The dirty clothes in question were on the ground, still soaking wet, neatly folded in a square. You looked from them back to Barbatos. He was rooted in place, not budging in the slightest. One wrong move, and who knew how much you'd see?

More than the current eyeful, that's for sure. More than the slope of his shoulders. More than the rise and fall of his upper body with each fresh breath. More than the sight of his wet hair clinging to the curve of his jawbone and the tenseness in his arm when his painted fingernails wrapped around the tiny washcloth.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked. An obvious cue for you to leave.

"I'm good," you said. It was hard not to ogle at the size of his waist fully unobscured by clothing, and its ratio to his hips. "Do you... need any help?"

"I am fine. I will be taking my shower now." His voice echoed around the bathroom as you finally left. It echoed around your head, too, when he said, "be good and wait for me."

[ponydoodles]

shes like his purse chihuahua

[gnawe]

[deathdetermineslife]

interactive selfship prompt !

interactive selfship prompt ! reblog with some of your favorite art you have of your selfship ! this can be your own art, commissions, picrews, screeshot edits, whatever youd like ! show off your favorite art !!!!!!

[howlingmod]

CHEERS EXTREMELY LOUDLY

can can i ask for azure and twotime (both post-stabbing) w/ a survivor reader that can revive the dead survivors… THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!THANKS!

summary - azure, two time x healer reader

misc - i had to rlly think abt how this would work and i ended up with some kind of soul bond thing (ie. destiny bond from pokemon). reader can sacrifice their own health / entire life to revive someone else, meaning they can only do it once per round and, if their bonded spirit dies then they lose regardless of match outcome. also these are a little short im very sick at the moment ...

two time

-two time just adores you. how willing you are to put yourself on the line for others, how analytical you are when it comes to picking who it'll be- they just cant help but admire all the effort that goes into your role! this isn't even to mention how you remind them oh-so-much of spawn, it's like you were made specifically to make their heart throb!

-they'll be sticking to your side throughout a match without a word. they might stop and point things out every now and then (medkit there, generator around the corner, etc) but more often than not they'll forget to say anything at all, they just get distracted in your presence, they prefer to enjoy the company rather than make it into a big ordeal, really. plus, conversation could draw the killer, and that's the last thing they'd want. (though, if it came to it they'd easily sacrifice their life to save yours. they can only smile if you believe it's because of your abilities and not for you yourself)

-outside of matches, they're still not far behind you. they don't mean to be a nuisance, they just wanna see what you're doing! they find it fascinating to see how you go about your daily life, noticing all the little quirks that differentiate you and all the hobbies you take up even in damnation. they just can't help but be invested in learning what makes you tick, it makes them feel closer to you. expect lots of gifts and questions, they just love seeing your responses. it tells them so much about you when you might be to shy to share!

-if you ever, EVER decide to sacrifice yourself for them, they're shaking the entire match and then some. they just can't wrap their mind around that fact, that you would willingly throw your life down to help them. you can't interact with anything, only serve as another pair of eyes, but that only pushes them to do twice the work. they'll burn through generators, feeling as though their hands are yours for the time being, spurred on by their inability to let you down. they just couldn't do that to you, they could never disrespect you like that, it would be blasphemy..

-they're even clingier afterwards, seeking you out first thing and holding onto you tightly enough you can feel every shaky breath rattle through their lungs. it marks a change in your relationship, where their puppy-eyed fondness turns into true devotion. your magic is a bonding of souls, isn't it? they have to hold their end of that bond up, it's only right.

-they become more reckless, more brave, they'd fight the killers head on and lose a hundred times if it meant sparing you, even if only a little while. you mean so much to them, more than they'd ever be able to tell you louder than the quiet, weepy promises they whisper at night. for every time you plunge a dagger into our own heart, they'll spear a thousand others in turn.

azure

-it's complicated. the first time they witness your magic is unsettling. it's violently familiar, a cutting image of their own death. the flippancy of it makes him sick to his stomach. the frequency with which you spill your own blood before he's even gotten near to landing a hit on you haunts him, ringing back and forth in their mind like a death knoll. you are the epitome of his downfall, the worst moments of his life squeezes out and put into a vessel made to repeat them over and over with no end in sight. where they could look to an eventual end or the forgiveness of a god, you have no such thing, just one miserable loop.

-for this reason, they're really not sure how to feel about you. they switch between hatred and pity like a metronome, hate for the memories you drag up and pity for your unending suffering. it's only when they start looking at the time you do spend alive and well that they begin to grow fond of you. they can't see much of it, they can only see you so much outside of matches, but what they do see turns that pity and hate into respect. you just go about your day, you don't sit and cry or curse your teammates names, you just get up and live a normal life. you eat, you sleep, you devote precious time to meaningless hobbies just for the joy they bring you, and you do it day and and day out, whether you drove steel into your heart that day or not.

-its your ability to move on that draws them closer to you, your ability to forgive and forget, to go on living, they can't help but be endeared by it. where they can't help the bitterness, the spite, to dwell on the 'could have been's, you go forward. maybe it's envy that pushes them to spare the life of who you've bonded to, an attempt to match up to even half of your capabilities in this one small act, either way they find themselves watching you hover around, unable to interact physically yet still shaping the world around you. they can only stare in a stupor as you direct your tethered soul this way and that, towards generators and medkits that you could've done or used yourself had you not decided to save their life.

-they only catch you once, only feel the warmth of your corporeal form one time before the pounding of your heart and the bleeding heat of your throat left a permanent, invisible burn on their hands. they could only stare, could only watch you struggle and thrash with a fire in your eyes they lost long before he was scarified himself. he can only let you go, watch you scurry off in confusion before you fade into the distance. if it weren't for the spectre binding his mouth, he'd ask you a million questions, beg for you to share whatever knowledge you have that he doesn't, cry, scream- but he can't. so, instead, he can only observe, learning from your sacrifices and and dragging himself forward, day in and day out.

[normal-posts-4-normal-people]

“Oh my god Gortash is such a discord mod” WRONG Mizora was straight up calling Wyll her fucking Pup in public she might as well have been calling him her little kitten and Cazador seems like the type of man to run a discord server like the navy.

[editloids]

꒰꒰ cat themed icon masks for anon!! f2u no need to credit if u do though please show us id love 2 see ur work :3