#*snore*

[houseofoddballs]

Yandere Error Sans

Sorry if this is rushed, i'm fairly rusty and it's two thirty in the morning. but tada, i'm alive XD

“Tch, I tried being gentle and slow, yet this is how you repay me? By running off with my only friend? For shame Byte.” Muffled screams rang out from every direction as this iteration of the underground decayed in a way. A pair of red slippers stepped into view, or are they flip-flops? Everything about Error shifts so much with his glitching that I can hardly tell. Slowly I lifted my head to look up at Error. Slowly an underground being dissolved into lines of overlapping and intermingling zero’s and one’s came into view, along with Error himself as I raised my head to meet his gaze. 

I had never seen that look on Error before. A look of sadistic pleasure, a smugness that could only be equated to winning, as if he still had more ways to hurt me. He stepped to the side with a flourish of metacarpals and a mock bow as he laughed. I gasped and cupped my hands over my mouth at what I saw. Raised high in the air by blue strings at the most awkward and uncomfortable position, his bones Jarring out in odd angles that no humanoid figure should bend at; was poor Blueberry. Blue and black numbers flooded and poured out of his sockets like tears made of static as his gloved hands dug into his sockets, trying frantically to rip out the pestilence to no avail. 

��Why (Y/n), Why?” He sobbed out, his screams cut off as more lines of code poured from his mouth, running down his chin like some sick drool. Error scoffed and motioned his hand in poor Blueberry’s direction, sending blue strings from his fingertips through blues sockets, cutting through the glitching and wrapping up through the corners of his mouth, pulling Blue’s face into some sort of gruesome smile, in the loosest form of the word.

“An anomaly like you has already stained my little Byte's name with your filthy mouth, and you dare to repeat it in such a scornful manner in my presence? I would have expected better. What a pity.” Before I could lunge toward him, Error flourished his hand in another direction and with a sickening SNAP Blue’s head came crashing to the ground, laying in the snow with that horrific grin sewn onto his face. I stared into his eyes as more of the code spilled out and overflowed.

Error’s laughter filled my ears and flooded my mind, but when I looked up at him he was far from laughing. His lazy grin was still plastered on his face, but his eyes were filled with something closely related to disdain, if disdain and adoration could be mixed. He knelt down to my level, placing a hand out between us almost as if he were going to cup my chin. Instead, blue strings were coaxed from his fingertips to wrap around my throat, tight enough to apply pressure, but gentle enough that they didn’t cut into my flesh. A gentle warning. He let out a sigh. This was as close to me as he dare get, still closer than anyone else though. I wished he would stay as far away from me as possible. His multicolored eyes made me sick, just as sick as the carnage surrounding us.

Error’s laughter rang deafeningly through my mind, the only thing louder than his laughter was the sound of their screams. The screams of monsters as they fled their homes before they could be infected by the binary plague that was tearing reality apart before their eyes, ripping their loved ones from the multiverse. Monsters pressed with their backs against the barrier watching in terror as the static corroding through the very earth crept closer until it swallowed them and everyone they held dear. Yet the pestilence didn’t come within five feet of me and Error, far enough away that It wouldn’t rid me of Blue’s corpse. Before long the screams died out and I realized that the laughter was not Error’s, it was my own. 

I was laughing, tears streaming down my cheeks as my lungs heaved desperately for Oxygen. I couldn’t believe this. Just weeks ago I had been comfortably in my own universe where all of these characters were works of fiction, just days ago I was Error’s prisoner to his awkwardness and mundane finger knitting, just yesterday Ink had rescued me to Blue’s universe where he promised I would be safe; yet here we are. This skeleton that I had once thought awkward and grumpy was holding me at a distance with such dangerous care, Blueberry was dead, staring at me in disfigured glee, and Ink was nowhere to be found. What could I do other than laugh? I was already crying.

Yet still Error looked at me with such tender care, as if I were a declawed cat in a muzzle trying to fight him. Slowly my laughter faded to sobs, violent sobs that wracked through my entire body and brought my frame to tremble. A white hole opened in the black void where reality used to be, the antivoid. As the blue threads slipped from my throat they slid down to bind and pick me up as Error began walking towards and through the portal. I turned my head to watch as the decay of reality swallowed Blueberry. He deserved so much better than what I had unknowingly brought upon him. Error's voice came suddenly only an inch away from my ear, closer than he had ever been as we watched the void of nothingness swallow the once beloved bundle of joy.

“It’s all your fault. This is why you should listen when I tell you that an anomaly like you will simply destroy anything outside of the antivoid. I didn’t do that (Y/n)... You did. You’re so much more than an anomaly. So much worse. So much more… Like me.” He chuckled, sending a shiver down my spine. Was what he said true? If that was the case then why would Ink have put me there? It couldn’t be true, Error had to be the one to do that… Right?

[ghcstcd]

Sockeye salmon, if he was just a little buddy

[01-reihanehdraw]

Like father, like son 💤🧼✨

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[mellosghosts]

this is what you get for dating an atheist

original

[notsolonedesert]

Subtle foreshadowing? 🤨 Iykyk

Don't worry he'd still love her he's just a lil' bamboozled

[suksatoru]

tender touch ⋆˚୨♡୧˚⋆ katsuki x you

i’m just thinking about touch starved bakugo. he's rejected any and all forms of affection towards him—absolutely hating the feeling of anyone unnecessarily touching him.

he doesn't know how he's turned into such a sap now for you. it seems like he can't not touch you. it doesn't matter. it can just be him bumping his knee against yours under the table during class or keeping a hand on your back when walking through the crowded halls—he likes touching you. however, he didn't think he'd enjoy you touching him. boy was he wrong.

whenever you're rubbing the muscles in his back after a hard day's worth of training, he's groaning and leaning into your touch—which is something like an anchor, grabbing hold of katsuki and pulling him deeper and deeper until he realizes it's love that makes him crave your touch so much.

[hakugreenfinch]

what if it was sleepwashing instead and they got 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep (if you cant read the notes check alt!)

[su-rodriguez]

Ratio is the one who posted the photo, I know, believe me-

[cupophrogs]

Together

[pangur-and-grim]

actually nevermind, he seems pretty healthy

[nyctrilite]

actual interaction i had during a run today

[onii-pamn]

Sleeping on that damn mattress all those fics are talking about

[asphodelles]

more veilguard doodling

[gomzdrawfr]

one bed trope with Price and Ghost but instead of slow burn and lots of hesitation is just them beating the shit outta each other trying to get to the bed im talking Ghost yanking that old man by his ankles and Price shoving his palm into Ghost's face

they will begrudgingly stuff themselves into the one bed, cursing all the way until exhaustion finally knock them out

[wu-does-art]

coming out as a "Will snores obnoxiously loud" and "Nico breaths so quietly you can barely tell hes alive" truther