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@peridotunoffichel suffer with me.

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@peridotunoffichel, it's Alastor first don't do my husband like that. Secondly it fucking does.

do I know anything about hazben hotel, no. But non of y’all are going to convince me tha Alisters fucking staff microphone thing dose not look vaguely like a vagina,

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Hello, am really sorry for sending you private message concerning my request in the ongoing situation in Rafa. The continuous bombardment and the ongoing genocide pose a significant threat to their well-being. What pains me even more is that due to the lack of medications in Gaza, my Mom, who is a type 2 Diabetis patiant and was scheduled for an urgent eye surgery, have had no access to insulin or any medical care for the past 3 months. Some of my family members sought refuge in the southernmost part of Gaza (Rafah) in tents. However, my parents, and sisters have no alternative place to stay, forced to remain in the Nusierat refugee camp, which is now the subject of continuous severe bombardment since christmas started.” Am on my knees requesting for your donations. Please help where possible.

It's okay, and I'm sorry for not responding like I should have. I've never been really online much lately and haven't been checking my inbox, but I will do my hardest to help!

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"-And there is no queen of England" Not relevant but close enough to make it work

the purest form of comedy is someone yelling "THAT COUNTRY DOSNET EVEN EXITS ANYMORE" in reference to something

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REBLOG if you are old enough to remember what a VCR is.

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oh my GOD THAT MADE ME BLUSH

A very romantic commission from @skelliefanatic! This one made me very jealous of the Reader insert, not gonna lie.

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“human.”

Nightmare’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. The large, elegant fireplace at the centre of his castle was surprisingly nice to stare at, even if doing so made you so frequently lose track of both time and your mind. You lifted your head from the arm of the couch, staring across the ornate room at him- he was sitting in a chair by his oak writing desk. He was watching you, intently, with that strange unreadable expression he always had. His tentacles, usually writhing around, were simply draping down from his shoulders like a living inky cloak. 

“are you alright?” he asked.

“Mhm.”

... A short exhale, from his nasal cavity. His eyelight changed into a shape you recognised as annoyance.

“my asking was a formality. i can smell the tears from here.” He closed the book on his desk. “what happened today?”

You looked back toward the fire, self-consciously wiping off your wet cheeks now that he’d made note of them. “... I don’t really want to talk about it.”

You didn’t see how his socket twitched, but you didn’t need to see it. You knew that statement would upset him. Nightmare was strange, like that; he told you so little about himself, he divulged almost no information. But at the same time, he really didn’t like it when you didn’t want to tell him things about you. He never liked it when you didn’t want to indulge him.

“you don’t want to talk about it?” You heard his chair creaking, probably as he put his arm over the back of it. You had his full attention, now, a cat who realised you were looking away from him. “why not?”

You didn’t turn his way. “Because I’m like... ninety percent certain you did something to my other coworker, last time I complained about them.”

“i would never,” he said, saccharine. “so the problem is a different person, then...?”

... You elected not to say any more. It was the same coworker as before. It was always the same coworker. He was weird, leery, he made advances toward you that made your skin crawl and your stomach turn. And when you rejected him he would make your workday hell in ways you didn’t even want to think about too long. Since he was higher up than you in the proverbial food chain, when he would complain to management that you weren’t being a ‘team player’, it meant nobody took your complaints about his behaviour seriously.

There wasn’t much you could do about it. And considering how Nightmare ‘dealt’ with the last person you openly complained about, you had little desire to have anyone else receive his wrath.

Nightmare’s castle was one of the few breaks you had from the world. One of the few places where you could truly relax. 

... You heard Nightmare stand from his chair. You hardly noticed him approaching. He always walked with no small amount of elegance, his hands casually clasped behind his back. 

“... come on, dear,” he said, leaning over the couch a little. “your pretty soul is so withdrawn, today. you’re usually so lively. i don’t know what to do with myself, when you’re not filling the room with light. i miss it.”

You felt your cheeks flush, at his honeyed words. You were never sure how much of his sweetness was genuine, and how much was to just get what he wanted from you. Which sometimes stung; you found yourself liking Nightmare perhaps more than you should, considering how obviously untrustworthy he was. Your feelings were just something you’d have to deal with on your own.

“I can’t tell you.” You held your proverbial ground. “I know what you’re like.”

It felt strange, saying that. I know what you’re like. As if you knew anything about Nightmare, aside from what he had told you about himself directly.

He tsked. "... i suppose i can't be upset with a perseverance soul, for persevering in not telling me what i want to know."

He moved around the couch, sitting beside you. Why was he so focused on you today? Was he genuinely that upset you weren’t telling him who bothered you? Or was he being more honest than you’d given him credit for when he said he missed you being outgoing?

“is there something else i can do, then?”

...

You finally looked his way.

“... I mean. If you’d like, rather than kill my problems, you could try and cheer me up?”

...

Nightmare visibly paused. 

... His eyelight moved away from you. The speed at which his bravado disappeared was a sight to behold.

“... come on. that isn’t fair. you know i’m not very good at that.”

You tilted your head. “You’re not?” 

“my speciality is negative emotion magic, darling.”

“Oh.” You weren’t sure why you were disappointed. “That's ok. I was just messing around.”

...

He sighed.

Suddenly, tentacles were scooping you up, moving you gently away from your spot curled on the sofa arm. You made a small sound of surprise, as the ‘unwilling’ (he really didn’t look all that unwilling) skeleton pulled you in... up against his chest.

“... Are you cuddling me?” you asked, playfully. He was warmer than you thought he’d be. His smell was comforting, deep and complex, cedar and fine wine and obsidian; from your new spot, you couldn't see his face.

He settled into a more comfortable position, his claws gentle on your back. “i’m not good at... good feelings. but for you, i will try.”

... What a sweet thing to say. You could already feel your mood picking up. 

“I... I appreciate it,” you said, letting yourself get comfortable too. It was a surprisingly intimate position. You didn’t mind.

With the way your heart was beating, it was probably a little more than 'didn't mind'.

“though you cannot tell anyone about this,” he murmured.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. Couldn’t ruin his street cred, huh? Tucked against his chest, as you were, you didn’t see the way his smile grew at the sound of your laughter. A tinge of pride, and a tinge of blush, lighting up his inky face.

You weren’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. You nuzzled closer. “Works for me. I might fall asleep, though.”

“... well. ‘works for me’, too.”

The sound of the softly crackling fire filled your ears. Comfy, protected, with the one you had feelings for- there really wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be. Sleepiness drew over you quickly... too quickly, you wanted to appreciate the moment more.

Nightmare, his face still dusted with cyan blue, started to quietly hum. 

... And then sing.

His voice was warm, and dark, and deeply soothing. His claws traced slowly up and down your back... his possessive instincts were completely satisfied. With your head against his chest, curly hair soft against his collarbone and jaw, you could feel his voice thrumming through your whole body, like a beautiful ancient harp.

“... moon river, wider than a mile,

i’m crossing you in style someday

oh dream maker,

you heart breaker,

wherever you’re going, i’m going your way

two drifters, off to see the world

there’s such a lot of world to see.

we’re after the same rainbow’s end

waiting ‘round the bend

my huckleberry friend

moon river...

... and me.”

... You were asleep before he had finished singing.

Nightmare usually immediately returned you home, after you fell asleep. It was always a convenient time at which to send you back to your world. But...

... This time, his arms settled around you, and he indulged himself in a few hours of cuddling the one he was in love with.

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Yo so have you ever had an idea you wanna share but don't know how? Cool cause I don't either!

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I wanna be Error's kid 🥺

Your dada is holding ur hand 🤲

I don't normally include error and cross in the bad sanses posts but because some of u simp for them too so why not add em :))

Nightmare belongs Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

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God I felt how she felt though like

I would act the same

Extra:

scene from Kill Me, Cupid chapter 4, which is out now :)

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AAAAAAAUG THIS HURTS TO LOOK AT AFTER READING THE FIC 😭😭😭

Better Days

Art for Kill Me, Cupid

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I'm active again :D

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LEMME ON NOM

The sans picrew,,, is almost done,,,

Almost there,,, there's a lot of options ( mainly cosmetic )

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GO-G-

GAWD

I

DAMN 👁️/////👁️😩🥴😳

I love this.

Ash belongs to me

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So, I just realized on a call with my friend, that what did Miguel O'hara do to the other body of him?

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It has been hard for me to talk about how what is going on with Israel and Palestine is affecting me personally, but I grew up in Gaza and most of my family still lives there. My father did not survive the bombings last week and I have not been able to contact my younger sister in days. I am try to being understanding that most people do not have personal connections to what is happening and therefore are justifying their silence, but is heartbreaking to see this misinformation being spread. What’s happening there is a genocide, not a war. It is not antisemitic to support Palestine, it’s not even antiemetic to criticise Israel. There is no grey area or neutrality regarding this, and it is so easy to find resources that will educate you on the subject. It is my people and my home being destroyed so I will never be silent about this, but I please urge everyone to get informed and start speaking up and finding ways they can help.

decolonizepalestine has tons of information on Palestine’s history/propaganda that has been spread throughout the years

UK citizens can email their MP asking for a ceasefire

US citizens can call/email their local government officials asking for a ceasefire

Jewish Voice for Peace also has many resources for ways for US citizens to get involved, including protests

Donate to Palestine Children’s Relief Fund

Donate to Medical Aid for Palestine

Donate to help get food and hygiene kits to Gaza

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I am so gonna write a fanfic about this istg

And that's why you don't leave your luxury car in an empty underground parking lot, folks.

(Inspired by the works of @itsxroxannex, visual storytelling is a very underrated skill they execute masterfully)

Killer belongs to @/rahafwabas, Dust to @/ask-dusttale, Horror to @/sour-apple-studios, Cross to @/jakei95

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Ya'll sorry I forgot about you, got busy, anyways I'm writing more fanics bc yes.