#the ‘yeah’???? I’M ;&3;;@:@???

[chelseasdagger]

can we all agree that this was unnecessary (and hot)?

[must-be-mr-boggins]

Taking a 5-second break from the Bagginshield angst to bring you this meme I created after an all-nighter, enjoy.

[arcane-gold]

i’m afraid he’s already bewitched me

[coveredinsun]

“i asked chatgpt” well i asked ralsei deltarune, and he said that not only will the ideas from your own mind be more original and creative than whatever ai gives you from a database of other people’s thoughts, but seeing your own ideas through is also personally rewarding! then i asked susie deltarune and she said to stop being a pussy bitch fr

[deviouz]

whatever you do, don’t think about how matt murdock’s holy silver cross necklace dangles in front of your face while he fucks you oh-so-deviously.

don’t think about how matt murdock's breath against your neck was like that of a silent confession, each exhale a sinful prayer that made you tremble from the need of it all.

don’t think about how matt murdock will have you moaning out a variety of expletives and the occasional ‘oh god, matt’ when he angles those dexterous hips just right.

don’t think about how matt murdock smirks at you with such sinful lips, or how they had been buried between the plush of your thighs only moments before.

don't think about how matt murdock's voice, intoxicating and rough, pulled you in like a prayer you didn’t want to answer. every word he uttered was like a unholy promise that set your heart racing with an urgency that was impossible control.

don’t think about the way matt murdock uttered praise down at your blissed out form was practically unhallowed — “come on, angel, you can get louder than that.”

don’t think about how matt murdock’s very touch was downright unholy. your skin beneath his tempting hands burned with nothing but pure need and desire, and it was practically etched into just features just how well he knew.

don’t think about how matt murdock’s pace was a rough, steady assault, each movement building a tension too intense to bear. it was almost if he was testing your limits, drawing you closer to the edge with every deliberate and divine thrust.

and absolutely don’t think about the way matt murdock has your back arching, eyes rolling back as pure euphoria washes over your angelic form. that silver cross of his dangled before you, taunting, served as an all too familiar reminder of how every intimate encounter with matt murdock was sure to be sacrilegious.

[liorlen]

gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that

[fumifooms]

Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…

[platypus-brained]

I’ve just rewatched “Does This Duckbill Make Me Look Fat?” and it’s funny to imagine that people who didn’t watch/don’t remember this episode might see these screenshots and freak out that it looks like they found out Perry’s secret

But nope Candace and Perry accidentally switched bodies when both went through a teleportation device at the same time

I know it’s a common trope in cartoons to do this type of episode and that when it happens the characters will keep their original voices as to not confuse the viewers but I kinda wish we could’ve seen Candace in Perry’s body only able to chatter and for Perry in Candace’s body to be able to speak in her voice (but only one line)

[Edit: platypaws has drawn a little comic of this <-]

But that’s a just random thought I had and if I’m honest I do like that the show limits Perry from really “speaking” or how he’ll have only a few moments where he’ll write something down

He’s like Ferb in that sense! Both are rectangular shaped characters that only “talk” when they have something they want to say! (No wonder they’re my top 2 favorite characters)

[gender-machine-broke]

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Actually all of them are gay but Thundercracker is the only one that can feasibly get a bf

[aivylz]

imagine him clinging desperately onto you in a drunken state, putting almost all of his weight onto you as you prayed to gods above to have the strength to carry him at least over to the couch in his place.

you have no idea how he got into this state, let alone be drinking alcohol rather than his usual tea. with two cubes of sugar, of course. but apparently, he must’ve mistaken the alcohol for tea. but that doesn’t matter right now. right now, the only thing that did matter was to let him rest.

here you are, taking care of him. you brought him some cold water, offering your help to let him drink. to which, he stubbornly declined at first but eventually drank two glasses of water just like you urged him to. he’s a good boy, right? before you could go and excuse yourself, his arms was already wrapped around yours as he pulled you onto the seat next to him, mumbling about things like ‘don’t go’ , ‘no, stay with me��’ jeez, when has he ever been this clingy?

you tried to talk to him that you’ll be back, bringing his toothbrush so you can at least make his teeth squeaky clean before letting him of doze off. wait, don’t go asleep yet! thankfully, he managed to push it through as his gaze was making the room spin. moaning and groaning about how he must’ve drank too much to count. for a guy like him, he should be more responsible!

as you went back to him, toothbrush in hand, you spoke to him as if he was a child teaching how to brush their teeth for the first time. he didn’t disturb you, of course, knowing that you were just trying to take care of him.

you offered to change him out of his clothes as well. he teased you about how you just wanted to see him naked, and to you being so done with his drunken bullshit but you just can’t help but laugh at how he still finds humor even if his head was ringing. yep, that’s your man alright.

you moved delicately in removing his clothes, folding them neatly as you threw over his arms a new set of more comfortable and clean clothes. he wasn’t forcing you to do all this, no. he just let you because you find joy in taking care of him, and he feels all so joyful and fuzzy inside knowing he’s being taken care of. seriously, for such a guy like him, you didn’t think he would be so happy when you treat him like he was a pouty and bratty child. still, you loved him regardless.

you brought him a blanket a pillow next, assuming that you can’t carry him to bed as he doesn’t have the willpower to stand up and walk normally until he was sober. he insisted that you should sleep next to him, his arms desperate attached to your wrist until you had to burst his bubble with, ‘no can do. the couch is too small for us!’

oh well, perhaps you can just… move the other couch next to him. it’s not everyday that you find him so vulnerable like this. maybe it’s a little psychotic to wish he was drunk more just so you can see this side of him more often. or maybe you just liked taking care of him. him <3.

; wriothesley, lighter, rafayel, phainon, caleb, marius + your faves .ᐟ

[jinx-xxed]

Quick thought;

No warnings, just pure fluff, 480 words

Remmick with a human lover, waking you up at three to five in the morning with a knock at your door. He’d be standing there with blood smeared all over his front, irises gleaming red in the dim lighting—another successful hunt. You’d look at him with eyes squinted from sleep, a robe wrapped around you, a playfully annoyed sigh falling from your lips even as you step aside and let him in. It’s a routine you’ve easily fallen into for the past two years; Remmick leaving as soon as the night begins, not coming back until the moon has disappeared from the sky, the proof of his meal staining his skin.

He always finds his way back to you, back to your house and your comforting scent and warm embrace. You thought for sure a thing like him would forget about you in no time at all and yet he stands there on your porch every night, eager to come inside. You’ll trudge back to bed, grumbling about never getting any proper sleep, and you’ll flop onto the mattress that hasn’t forgotten your warmth yet. Meanwhile Remmick will clean himself off, something you’ve made him do after the one night he got blood everywhere and ruined your sheets. Then he’ll find you in your room, the bed dipping from his weight as he crawls to you. Your arms will open on instinct and that stocky, deadly man will nearly suffocate you with the way he simply collapses directly on top of you, heaving a satisfied, tired sigh as he does.

Remmick’s strong arms will come around your sides, hands holding you and his fingers digging in ever so slightly, like he plans on keeping you there under him whether you like it or not. He’ll rest his head right on your chest, your heartbeat drumming a steady, comforting rhythm in his ear as you pull the covers up. Your arms sling around his shoulders, carding your fingers through his hair and brushing the short bangs off his forehead. He’s able to relax like that, with the curtains drawn tight in the sanctuary that is your home, with a satiated appetite and you pressed against him so snugly it’d be impossible for you to escape. Remmick’s able to sleep how he used to, warm and safe and feeling like himself—though he doesn’t dream, not anymore. It’s why he can’t let you go, why he finds himself at your door every night, knowing something like serenity waits for him, the closest thing to heaven he’ll ever get, for once seeming more man than monster. Sleep is quick to claim you again too, your worries left to be buried for another day after having him return in one piece.

Basically, Remmick coming back to you at the asscrack of dawn looking like a bloody, proud dog at your doorstep and just wanting to curl up with you and fall asleep 🫶

[itsafreetrialofdeath]

sorry Mystra he’s not your wizard anymore

[buggie-eyed]

…. These kids mean a lot to me.

[cayliecoltrane]

Some ethoslab fanart. Will never forget this moment in etho history

[reputayswift]

“I want a new sound for TS12” you guys couldn’t even handle It’s Nice To Have a Friend 😔