#AUGH i love THEM

[silverorchideon]

"Two deaths, utterly inevitable, yet completely inconsequential."

"If goodness were to stay in that world, he had to die. He tried to live peacefully with evil, and it only resulted in the winter he tried to avoid. His death was inevitable."

"If one were to win in that world, he had to die. There could only be one, and there was no way for him to win. His death was inevitable."

"Exor will find another champion, and so will Aeor. The games beg for death, his being just one in the carnage. Their deaths meant nothing, inconsequential."

[unicornpopcorn14]

Dazai and Kunikida got the black cat/golden retriever looks but their energies are switched

[naffeclipse]

*slides leopardtaur Y/N to you across the table like a seedy casino*

*picks leopardtaur Y/N up and slips them into my inner jacket pocket*

You escaped Fazco's jungle park the moment it fell, darting to the outer regions of dense forest and tangled vegetation to soak in the untouched tropics. Your lower body takes after a leopard with a tawny coat and beautiful black rosettes. You're sleek, swift, and dangerous but not the biggest threat.

While in captivity, you caught whiffs off handlers of strange scents and heard gossip from those feeding you about the other monsters. You don't see any now, but you know to avoid conflict is to avoid encounters. You hunt at different times than might be typical for other beasts and avoid taking prey that might be missed. Usually, you rest in trees and hope to go unnoticed. You enjoy your newfound freedom. You hope to never see another human again.

Unfortunately, you're not alone. You realize that when you catch distant hisses and the echoes of slithering in the undergrowth. There are also the bones left from meals picked clean that you occasionally stumble upon. Massive paw tracks are left in the moist dirt. When you step into it with your paws, the imprint engulfs yours.

You'd rather not find out who those belong to. You're fierce but small. If anything big catches you in its teeth, it's over.

That doesn't mean you're never found. One lazy evening, just after nightfall, you wake up from a cozy nap along a thick tree branch. You yawn, opening your jaws and flashing your sharp teeth, stretching your arms and four legs and flicking your tail, only to realize that there's something above you. Wide, red eyes, caught off guard, stare down at you from higher branches. A naga, deep blue and hooded, dotted with diamonds of red and yellow scales, stares back. He must have been slithering along, not realizing the tree was already occupied. He starts to say something. You've already dashed down the tree trunk and bounded away faster than a bird disappearing into the forest.

That was too close, but not as close as your next encounter. The waterside is dangerous—you have to go there for a cool drink when the afternoon sun is hot. You venture forward, furry ears pricked, eyes scanning the verdant trees until you reach the babbling river's side. The noise is dangerous. It can conceal threats you might otherwise hear before they get too close, but you fold your four legs underneath you and cup your hands to drink delicious sweet water. It runs down your chin before you register another presence. The soft hiss of surprise that echoes.

You jump into the water. Splashing furiously, you turn around to face the intruder only to be met with wide blue eyes and open hands, just as stunned to see you as you are to see him. A naga of golden colors and red patches. He doesn't have a hood, not like the other one. Bright frills frame his head like a crown of beaming gold. He smiles reassuringly, almost too excited, and says, "Hello, friend." You spare him not a word as you swim across the river and disappear into the other end of the forest, ignoring his pleas to wait a moment.

The third encounter is too close for comfort. You don't realize you're being stalked until it's too late. The tall grass made you feel safe and hidden, but it only concealed who lurked here. You spy two gleaming orange eyes between blades of grass moments before the tigertaur leaps on you—and in a second, you're pinned. His paws hold your leopard body down, easily dwarfing you, as his hands grab your wrists. His strength puts an end to your attempts to fight back or wriggle free. He coos at you, much to your dismay. When he leans in close, you brace for his teeth to sink into you. Instead, he licks your cheek and tells you how sweet it is to finally get a proper eyeful of you. You're always running or hiding or sleeping. He wants to know your name. He wants you to know his name. He wants to see you again very soon, ignoring your confusion and disbelief that you're still alive.

He finally lets you up. He grabs your wrist when you try to flee. His striped tail whips about like he's playing while your own snaps in feral agitation. He tells you that you can trust him, especially over those snakes. You break free (did he let you break free?) and race back to the shadowy shelter of the jungle trees, breathing hard and frazzled.

You hide harder, staying in trees more and avoiding moving too much in the middle of the day and at midnight. Your paranoia grows when you notice little offers left under the tree where you had a nap at dawn and dusk: small morsels of meat, berries, nuts, and even flowers that hold no nutritional value but are gorgeous. You hear the nagas more, feel their presence, even catch sight of them as they catch sight of you, calling out, urging you to stop for a moment, please.

The tigertaur finds you when he pleases. He catches you bathing in the river one night and proceeds to help you groom your coat and hair despite your raised hackles, and he tells you that you should hunt food together; it would be far more efficient to share meals, and you need more meat. No matter where you go, where you hide, he finds you. You're certain he takes delight in catching you by surprise by how eagerly he snatches you up each time.

You don't like the offerings left by the nagas but you do take them, even the useless flowers. You don't like the tigertaur dragging a large carcass out, dropping it at your feet, and telling you to indulge, but you do eat. You don't know how to handle the attention of so many large predators, much less what to say when you drop by the babbling waterside to find the yellow naga smiling at you and telling you that it's safe, they won't hurt you. You don't know how to respond when you wake up to a soft hum in the middle of the night and find the blue naga a tree over, coiled up and watching you with a ruby gleam and a soft request to come over to his tree. He doesn't bite.

You don't know what to do but you want to survive, and you don't know if you can with the nagas and tigertaur beckoning you closer.

[reiningsoral]

me, holding my favorite characters from redactedverse, reverie audios, jouska, and goodboyaudios, frothing at the mouth: yeah im really normal about these guys

[itsjusteds]

The WAY SPY ANOTHER DAY DID ONE STEP AHEAD AUGH

I loved it. The acting choices felt fresh and yet still held true to the characters that we know and love. I love that Owen chose to be closer to Curt in some parts as a teasing thing because that petty wanker totally would

Curts little reach out to Owen, while it was short HOLDS SO MUCH MEANING. It shows that he wants Owen, he needs Owen back, but he can't have him. So for only a second he'll cave to that voice in his head that wants Owen back before remembering that this isn't his Owen. Not anymore.

"Feeling a lot of deja vu again" AND THEY DID THE ARM THING AUGH THE THING THAT SYMBOLIZES THEIR TRUST.

GOD JUST KISS ALREADY OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE THE AMOUNT OF HOMOEROTIC TENSION IS INSANE

[supersonicanimates]

BUGS WHEN YOU LIFT UP A ROCK:

[le-agent-egg]

Ishimondo week day 5: Talent Swap / Gifts

Holy crap can’t believe I got this one done what the heck ever??

Anyway uhh. I like to think Mondo did gift Taka the house he promised. I am gonna cry. Building a whole ass house for your “bro” counts as a gift right-

[timeskip]

HELLO. (some lyrics are skipped)

[spitsonyou1]

the thought of Luke being Alabasters figure of authority so that's why Alabaster was so passionate about carrying on what he started

Like Ethan could just see Al as "brainwashed" but it's because he just needs that feeling that someones in control

idk though I'm sick and it's 3 am

[murderandcoffee]

what in the FUCK does noah simes put in the characters he voices to make them so GOOD

[cloudymistedskies]

I love Pre-memory MariMui sm. Muichiro, despite a boy who usually focuses on logic rather than emotions ends up falling in love with Mari without realizing it himself.

He doesn’t understand why he feels strange in his stomach whenever Mari is close to him and remembers her the most out of everyone.

It’s funny to realize that he even ended up falling for the same person that he fell for when he was a child. It just shows that he’s that in love. I hate them sm

Bonus points that these two are COMPLETELY oblivious to their love for each other. Mari especially.

[dinnerthyme]

im going to cry i love them so much. they're a little crime family

[marbledgummi]

[ leans into the mic ] hello i just wanted to announce i hard ship the tadpolycule alltogether and literally the only ones i don't ship are astarion/shadowheart and that is because they are mean girl bffs

thank u for ur time i just wanted to elaborate in case you were hoping for me to post ship content ( i especially enjoy any w astarion bc i love him and am biased towards My Boy but they're so good )

[sbk-zgvlt]

Heyyyy, This random stranger here had an idea...

Something, something, shrinking potion mishap during potionology, something, something.

Inspired by the fact that baby crocodiles make laser cannon sounds.

Calling it one of the first years messed up the potion

Imagine being called to the botanical gardens by Professor Crewel because the loud first year from Diasomnia got turned into a baby 💀💀💀

Now, while I am admittedly a huge fan of the Diasomnia found family, I am also fond of another one: Spectral Soiree. Or rather, two science club guys who are INSANE but in opposite sides of the spectrum with their loud crocodile son.

Thinking that while Crewel originally trusted Sebek to Diasomnia, he realized that they're literally fresh off an overblot situation with Malleus 💀💀💀 He sees the first years who are barely holding it together and goes fuck that I'll pass on the kid to my club students instead

Enter: Trey Clover and Rook Hunt.

Crewel just calls them in during club time, plops baby Sebek into Trey's arms and tells them to take care of him or else he's failing them. Trey faints. Rook catches Sebek just in time.

Baby Sebek thinks Trey is his father!!! And this makes him very affectionate towards him! He would rather be held by Trey instead of Rook. Although, he does "talk" a lot more when he's with the blonde.

Trey doesn't really know what to think of the situation. Fortunately he has experience since he has two younger siblings and a whole DORM of children/lh Its just a bit awkward to explain to Riddle and Cater why he's holding a baby in the middle of the lounge. Adeuce thought he had a secret son until they realized that it was Sebek.

Rook is excited to take care of Sebek! Baby Sebek hasnt learned how to hide his croc form yet, so he has his tail and scales out. He likes to dress him up in cute onesies and calls him nicknames that arent. French for once. Sebby, Seb, Little croc, etc. If he's feeling like giving people heart attacks, he calls him Little Clover or Little Hunter.

Diasomnia actually fought with Crewel about who would take care of Sebek, but Crewel put his foot down and told them that they just werent mentally...stable enough to take care of a young Sebek.

"AND YOU GAVE HIM TO ROOK HUNT????"

"I have faith in him."

Meanwhile

"ROOK WHAT ARE YOU DOING."

"Ah! Chevalier des Roses! I am simply letting the little clover have some fun!"

"HE'S FACE DOWN IN THE WATER."

"Do not worry! He isn't called little croc for nothing!!!!"

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

okay………. @neppy-34 and I have been conversing and now I am VERY obsessed

BOTH OF THEM. I AM HAVING THOUGHTS. /pos

[maxs-hot-takes]

Coming out of my art block to draw a tiny bit of my favorite rare pair