#I’m back on hiatus

[lacheri]

check your DMs

[st-hedge]

Have some totk Ganondorf

[loversmore]

YERI & IRENE ♡ Endless Narrative : Cosmic.

[o-chunks-appreciation]

THERE WAS SPM LOST MEDIA THAT WAS JUST FOUND??

[zorosdimples]

something that’s crazy to think about is how there are people in the world who would give up a limb or an organ to be with you... people who fantasize about loving someone as intelligent and hilarious and attractive as you, who would worship the ground that you walked on if you gave them a chance. you’ll never meet every single one of them; but there’s comfort in knowing that they’re out there—somewhere—dreaming of you.

[nearlycassidy]

there’s no escaping the wammy boys, light-o!

[mimicmerchant]

Karna, I get you’re doomed by the narrative and trying your best, but I think you need a little more than a skincare routine

[twost3ps]

You I just gotta asks out of everyone which of archangels would most likely go on Adam chest and use it as a pillow

(Am put my two bits in and say Gabriel)

Dude Gabriel ez lolol you're so right LMAO

If Adam's lying on the bed, he's jumping right on Adam. He's like a dog who wants attention from their owner and takes every opportunity lays on them. Very golden receiver energy. He'll go and sprawl over Adam, head on adams chest. Hes motorboating those nations until he gets tired or dizzy and lays there looking up at Adam with a pleased face. He's not even smug, he just looks happy to be there. He'd knocked out immediately

Raph's a close second, but he's more of an everything user, so he'd find himself lying on adams chest, stomach, thighs or butt, whatever he feels like ATM

And with that I am back to post all those asks hhhh

[sorivii]

Sketching tired and eppy Donnie bc same

[stormsandskies]

Small town William Wisp who knows the entire town and the entire town knows him, so when the little boy who used to run around the small park and through the fields with his friends changes overnight they notice. They notice his skin turn pale, not a typical winter pale that comes from lack of sunlight and being indoors all the time, but the pale that leaves barely a flush to the skin as if his heart isn’t beating like it once was. They notice his lack of energy, how little he goes outside now, they notice his heavy black hoodie even in the southern heat.

At first, they assume he is sick, after all the Wisp parents look stressed and concerned more often than not. It doesn’t help when the school year rolls around and people find out he isn’t going to the school in the town and is instead going to the city

They see absolutely nothing of William after that, but the Wisp parents look beyond stressed constantly watching the news the moment a mention of an attack on Rockfell is made. They understand it must be stressful to know your kid could be out on the street when the attack occurred. Must be scary to think they’re out with friends when some villain and superhero come tumbling through the coffee shop wall. they don’t know the real reason, don’t know they’re watching their youngest son almost die again fighting the villain of the week.

One day after a trip to the city to see their sons the Wisps come back visibly shaken, as though something is wrong, Mrs.Wisp will not stop crying and her husband stands next to her side attempting to help but clearly on the verge of tears as well.

Throughout these two years, strange things had been happening around town, kids reporting they saw strange creatures walking around town, people claiming they saw some sort of glowing blue wisp floating around, and sights of horrific monsters just standing at the edge of the forest surrounding the town.

Then a while after the Wisps leave again and this time they do not come back before their town is ordered to evacuate. People pack up as quickly as possible, as if in a trance.

When they return it’s hard to miss the damage in the area. Despite the work done by the heroes to restore the town blood stains a clearing close by, the sign is scorched, and the body bags, so many line the streets as they work to identify and return the bodies to their families. William looks different, way different to the boy who left. His dark hair is streaked with white, his once brown eyes a shocking blue, a slightly jagged scar runs down the middle of his face and neck, more dot his arms and legs, he seems to float when he moves, and occasionally a small blue wisp will dart around him.

So the town notices and knows that the little boy they knew is changed forever, they also know that he saved the world with the other teens who stand beside him, just as scarred, and they know for certain they hate the so-called heroes who did this to these kids, to the boy who played tag with their kids, to the boy who made sure to say hello to everyone at the church cookout, to his friends that he cares about so deeply.

This small town knew an energetic kid and awkward teenager, now they know a still awkward but more confident almost adult, they knew a 15-year-old who disappeared for two years, now they know a 17-year-old who came back different, they knew William Wisp, now they know The Whisperer.

[thimbell]

I am once again returning from a long unplanned hiatus. Thank you for waiting.

El’s au hurt me and now i gotta do angsty fanart of their bois and goopy guy. Is it el’s au canon compliant? who knows! not me because i still gotta catch up, but here’s the INTRO to some bad times ahead hee hee hee >:) I’ll post the updates throughout the week along with a bunch of other stuff i’ve been working on while away!

[queen-breha-organa]

I have discovered pre-bleach Rex in the book Star Wars Force And Destiny: Rise of the Separatists-

[hotwings0203]

“Those are some big words,” he purrs in your ear as he sidles around your body, stalking your immobile figure. “You sure you know what they mean sweetheart?”

“If the words restraining order are too big for you, then you’re an even bigger dumbass than I thought,” you snarl, yet unable to stop your fingers from clutching your drink tighter.

You knew you shouldn’t have came to the house party, but when you both have overlapping mutual friends then it’s either sucking up for a night or living as a hermit.

And you’d rather eat hot rocks than let him know his presence scares you

So you succumb to entertaining him for the meantime, the latter option being to run away screaming while simultaneously committing social suicide. He’s too sly, too under-the-radar to actually evoke some suspicion on everyone else’s behalf. His innuendos, downright lewd videos of him jacking off over your stolen jacket, and constant involvement in any social gathering you’re at are telltale signs that he never got over your initial rejection. You can’t even call it out now because you know you’d be labeled as a hypocrite for leading him on and not being as curt as you should’ve been.

But you can’t really be blamed, not when he has everyone wrapped around his ring-laden fingers.

He chuckles at your bite, and leans in from behind you to coo in your ear.

“You sound nervous, baby. Try saying that again with your full chest, go on, I’ll give you another chance to make me feel like you believe what you’re saying.”

His deep voice is low and raspy with barely-concealed lust, and you realize with a jolt of despair why he chose to come up to you towards the end of the party instead of addressing you in the beginning.

Almost everyone here is drunk, the aftermath of the party evident with loose bodies sprawled around the couches or wobbling over to attempt beer-pong for the umpteenth time.

“F-fuck off,” you try to sound confident and cool but your voice betrays you and comes out as a whine, or worse, a plea. You wince as he simpers at your pathetic state.

He can sense you tense up as he slings an arm around your shoulders and neck casually, and goes for the kill.

“Fuck off?” He mimics the way your voice breaks in a high-pitched obnoxious tone, and tightens his arms over your chest, squeezing your soft bits with more pressure.

You want to move, to push his offensive grip off but the truth is you’re terrified. If you piss him off, no one can come to your help. You’re alone with him in a sea of intoxicated bodies, but you don’t exactly want to roll over and show him your stomach.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck alright,” he snickers at himself, rocking his hips into you.

“But let’s get one thing straight. The only reason we’re not fucking is because I dont want to fuck right now.”

He leans impossibly closer, eliciting a barely-concealed whine from you as his long tongue brushes over your earlobe.

“I wanna play.”

[must-be-mr-boggins]

For your consideration. 🤌

[lunar-beauty]

cielizzy x orpheus/eurydice parallels

[tombstoneswerewaiting]

PETE WENTZ SAID NEVER GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT.