#But I want him to kill me

[trepidmousetears]

W-What if I wrote a yandere Casper fanfiction/headcanons 🥺

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[porrigens]

ryuji kisses for kiss ryuji day!

[ruubesz-draws]

Come with Kong to Monkeyland!

Kong just wants to show his New Empire in Hollow Earth

My brain constantly nagging me to draw this as Kong:

[tojisun]

simon comes with you inside the fitting rooms so that he can be your little – ironic, yes – helper.

there’s something about these moments that simon really loves. it wasn’t really about seeing you undress – not that seeing your bare skin before him doesn’t make his blood vessels sing – but what simon cherishes more was the quiet intimacy of the moment.

the way you would turn to him and ask him to zip up the back of your dress or how you would huff and ask him for help as you pull up a tight shirt that didn’t quite fit well.

simon adores these moments, the one where mundanity settles deep underneath his scarred skin to cradle his beating heart. the one that reminds him of home because home has always been with you; has always been within your arms.

“so? what d’you think?” you ask, turning to him.

he watches as you fluff up the hems of the dress’ skirt before you run your fingers along the material it’s made from, soft hums rumbling from the base of your throat.

“let me see you well, darlin’,” he replies, straightening up from the cushioned seat. you tilt your head at him in question. simon chuckles. “twirl for me, sweetheart.”

excitement bleeds into your pretty face before giving him just that – a quiet twirl since you’ve long discarded your shoes, your hands hooked at your waist to give way for the skirt to flutter. when you face him again, a beautiful smile is etched on your lips, your eyes wide with glee.

“you look gorgeous in it, love,” he whispers, spreading his legs open and beckoning you close. you pad to the space between his legs, huffing a fond laugh when simon’s hands trail from your bare thighs to the swell of your ass, the skirt pooling along his forearm.

“it’s that pretty?” you quip, squeaking when simon lightly pinches your skin.

“yeah,” he says, and he isn’t even shocked at how breathless he sounds. “fuckin’ pretty.” he meets your wide eyes. “all f’r me.”

you roll your eyes at him before pressing your lips on his forehead. “all for you,” you murmur as you pull back.

simon chases you with a hand on the small of your back and the other looped around your wrist, pulling you to his lap with ease. you let yourself be manhandled with a giggle, only for all noise to be snuffed out of you as he finally slots his lips against yours.

that’s right. you are his. all that you are – his to love.

[tectco]

I was thinking about Husk's love for magic tricks and was like haha magician husk! and i remembered there's magician assistants and i mean,,,Angel's right there sooooo

i whipped up magician and assistant huskerdust

[ashleyeveerson]

Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help

[beif0ngs]

Seems like they’re having a tough time out there, so I’m gonna go help!

[yrsonpurpose]

"such a mouth on you!" 👀👄

[cremanata]

chris pratt really said “...........let’s-a-go....” in the most generic, boring voice ever help

[kkoct-ik]

absolutely insane i get to draw headscarves again

[aru-art]

long time no tma, here's the archival gang in my friends' & i's outfits :]

[ohposhers]

so my friends and i are obsessed with psychopath Creek and I'm sick to my stomach so here's my rendition of him when he eventually comes back to pop village which is a canon thing that happens in the cartoon teehee (i hate him)

[theonewhowails]

silly stuff i drew while reading Feel No Evil by @payasita , in which the Lamb does not know how to propose, Narinder does not know how to be alive, and neither of them knows what an obligate carnivore is

bonus? lmao

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 266

Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train. 

See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockwork’s charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times he’s used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person. 

And they… utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right! 

And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically. 

The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And… Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten. 

How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now it’s just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss. 

Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. He’s matured, he’s been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows there’s consequences for messing with time, even with Clockwork’s blessings. 

The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine. 

They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And… okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk! 

And even if technically they’re married or shared a bed, it’s not like they're exclusive! As Ras’ daughters’ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They don’t exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves. 

Now Danny knows Ras isn’t exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of ‘good’ as he’s a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? 

Which brings him to now, where he’s run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son? 

…

Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realms’ sake, heal, what’s his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and he’ll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good. 

[wildflowercryptid]

the kalosian worms are quickly eating away at my brain, folks.