#I'm rusty...sorry

[shrews-art]

Consequences of brutal pipe murder I guess 😔

[woozi]

WOOZI on SEVENTEEN winning Artist Of The Year in MAMA 2024

[thisonesfordrawing]

we fear no one

[vertigala]

You thought you could just hide this in the tags huh @the-dumb-smart-friend

You caused this 🫡

From this post.

[1st image ID: two furbies are sitting on the desk before a 1995 computer monitor. One says "Jon, this is NOT what I was expecting when you said you found 'bodies' for us." The other one says "Well... at least we can blink now?" Jonah laughs at them from the monitor. End ID.]

[2nd image ID: a screenshot of a tag from user "the-dumb-smart-friend" says: "#I think it would be funny if they uploaded their consciousnesses to like #furbies or something." End ID.]

[poppet-seed]

So you remember that animation I teased a few days ago? Well, it's finished 💚

MAJOR MARIO & LUIGI BROTHERSHIP SPOILERS

You have been warned ⚠️

Featuring the mareach content as promised

Song - Suffering from EPIC the musical

I'm very proud but nervous to post this! So any comments/ reblogs are appreciated!

Reposting my animation on other social media's is not allowed 💔

Below is just me talking about spoilers and the animation progress 💚

If you've played the game I'd assume you all remember the scene with reclusa trapping the bros in their fake perfect world after getting snatched by that glohm/ mind flower buds

It was my favourite part of the game and took me so off guard!!

It hit me just how well this song goes with that scene when daydreaming a few days ago and how difficult it must've been for mario when peach began to beg/ try to persuade him to ditch luigi and stay behind with her. (She only addresses him in the hall, ignoring luigi)

I wanted to incorporate that scene into this animation and I hope it works!

Animation took roughly 3 days and was made using flipaclip because I know someone will ask.

PLEASE ENJOY ❤💗

[baekhyunnybyun]

Baekhyun — 【Essence of Reverie - The 5th Mini Album】 Essence Ver. Concept Photo 1

[mobius-m-mobius]

Good Omens (2019) // The Assembly (2024)

[whoareyoueventhough]

stex memes be upon ye

Woaw... neato

[xxlunawarriorxx]

gomens

[capn-twitchery]

yaaaaay whitsun :)

[fattylime]

Lythe and Dorian for @/cupidsjuice on twt <3

[the-palelady]

YAY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! :D can I please have a lil smth with Simon and his squadmate? I thought about this and ho boi now I feel all sorts of emotions.

I feel like Simon is the type of person to sometimes lose it and push himself to his limits, especially during training. And so he would be ok, but Y/n sees through the facade. And so BAM! Simon is laying down from exhaustion, with the summer heat making everything worse. He desperately needs water, but cant move and every recruit is staring.

We see Simon and imediately go Mama Bear ™️, almost scolding Simon for this despite being lower ranked than him. We bark orders at others to look away, while we give him some water behind his mask.

When Simon gets better and remembers, he is pissed that we might have looked at his face, and says so. We sass back that no tf we dont and that next time he should take care of himself. Simon can only be flustered by us, because 1. We are right and 2. We took care of him in the heat of the moment. He can only sit there like a scolded puppy

Guess who has a bigger crush on us now :)))

i’m so so sorry this took so long!! i drafted this up twice and never got it where i wanted it to go, but we’re finally here!!

It had been a week since he had collapsed in front of a group of recruits, and the whole thing replayed clear as day in his mind. A broken record repeating itself in his mind as he did anything and everything to try and forget about it.

Ghost could still feel the exhaustion that seeped into his bones that was somehow worse that day than it ever had been. The sweltering heat felt more like molten lava than anything. It didn’t help the recruits also seemed to get under his skin more than usual, primarily you, your already defiant nature seemingly ten times worse. Yet for some reason that day you were different. Your sarcastic remarks were instead replaced with quizzical expressions, eyes narrowed, assessing him. He could still feel your eyes watching the way his steps faltered, the twitch of his eye when his balaclava seemed to become one with his skin because of the sweat underneath.

He felt like an open book under the scrutiny of your sharp gaze, his patience dwindling at your rare silence.

Until everything went quiet, for just a moment.

Admittedly, Ghost could hardly remember who he was speaking to or what he was saying, likely terrorizing some poor recruit who had messed up their stance during training. All he could remember in that moment was one second he was standing, and the next he wasn’t.

His eardrums rang for a beat, then it was replaced by a voice.

Your voice.

You shouted to some recruit to grab some water, their rushed footsteps padding off somewhere Ghost couldn’t see. His vision was blurred, your figure above him just a shadow in his eyes even as you bent down at his side, grabbing the base of his neck and holding him up.

You mumbled something, your voice soft, caring, a contrast to what he was familiar with when it came to you. Then he felt the push of damp fabric underneath his jaw, moving its way up and over his nose.

At the time, Ghost didn’t register that you had lifted up his mask. Instead, he laid against the ground, neck comfortably cushioned by the palm of your hand that seemed so cool despite the heat that threatened to suffocate him.

“Hey!” He didn’t react to your screaming, only mentally begged that you’d hurry the hell up and press the bottle of water to his lips.

“What did I say? I said turn the around! Gawking like this is a fucking zoo.”

It was like heaven found home within that single bottle of water when it finally pressed to his lips, the cool liquid making Ghost’s eyes almost roll into the back of his head. He barely paid any mind to your annoyed grumbling.

“I have half a mind to kick your ass you know?”

What?

“Our Lieutenant, our superior, supposed to be an example for us, but instead you’re wearing yourself thin. I mean look at you: bags under your eyes, boots hardly tied when you showed up to training. Barely pushing 0900 hours and you’re already on your ass trying to catch a quick fucking cat nap.”

You continue to dig your own grave as you go on about how he isn’t taking care of himself, how he is supposed to be leading you and the other recruits. If Ghost weren’t on his ass he’d throw you off base himself.

However, that’s what he thought at the time.

Rather than ponder on the rage he felt at your words, he instead realized two things, the first being you were right. Ghost always put the job before himself. Things were easier that way. Instead of living in his mind he dedicated his entire life to his career even though it was as physically taxing as it was mentally.

The second thing he realized was that you had seen his face.

At least half of it. 

And for some reason this ate him alive more than the rest of the situation.

A week had gone by and he had done nothing, but allow his anger to grow. Admittedly, you were right. He didn’t take care of himself. Even so, he couldn’t live with the fact that you had seen something that was meant to stay hidden under the shroud of his mask. You had seen the man underneath Ghost, the man he had pushed down and kept hidden for so long.

The anger grew, festering like an untreated wound, puffy, hot, and seething red, blood boiling. Ghost knew anger could lead people to make stupid decisions, and yet here he stood in front of your door, chest rising and falling, fists clenched tight at his sides. His nails left crescent indents on his palms, those same fists coming up to bang heavily on your door.

The sound echoed throughout the hall. Ghost didn’t even notice some people had peeked their heads outside of their doors before retreating back inside. He finally heard the click of your lock before your door slid open.

You wore the usual military issued attire, grey sweatpants and a t-shirt. Your hair was damp, a hand running a towel through it to catch any excess water. Your expression was neutral even when your eyes met Ghost’s, and for some reason his words got stuck in his throat.

“Lieutenant?” He continued to stare at you, almost completely forgetting why he was here, “What do you want?”

The words were caught in his throat. What did he want? Why the hell was he here exactly? It was like all the hatred he held for you suddenly packed its things and vanished. Although he couldn’t say he necessarily hated you. There was just something about you that got under his skin.

The two of you never exactly got along. You questioned authority, his especially. Despite your ability to outperform the other recruits, your behavior was contentious. You were a thorn in Ghost’s side. You’d roll those sparkling eyes of yours when he’d have to adjust your hold on your gun, a rare occasion. He’d bark at you when you’d run ahead of the group during your morning runs. Your head would tilt back as you’d let out a laugh, a sound that made his fingers twitch, a song that he could get used to hearing. You always saw light in a world you knew was so full of darkness, and that just-

“Hellooo? Lieutenant?”

“M’face.”

Your eyebrow arched almost immediately at his words and lack of context, the confusion written all over the way your eyes darted from where his lips would be underneath the mask to his eyes.

“Other day, during training. When I collapsed, you saw m’face knowing damn well I keep what’s underneath hidden for a reason.”

The tone of his voice was accusatory, and he couldn’t help the way he took a step closer towards you. Even so, you didn’t make a move, hip pressed into the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest. When Ghost continued to remain quiet, the only thing you offered him was a scoff, looking down at the floor beneath you as you crossed one ankle over the other.

“Didn’t see a thing, actually.”

There it was. The sass. Ghost could already feel a blood vessel coming to the surface right above his eyebrow, twitching, desperate to burst.

“Ya lucky I didn’t take ya arse to the curb the moment ya decided to mouth off, but looking at something ya have no busin-”

“For Christ’s sake…I didn’t see your damn face, Lt!”

Your shout echoed throughout the hall, but this time no one peeked out. Ghost’s searched your face, your eyes closed. Your hand came up to massage your temple.

A sigh left you, “What’s underneath…it’s none of my business. I would never step over a boundary like that no matter the situation. Kept my eyes closed…”

Ghost could still detect the annoyance laced within your tone, but your voice was softer now.

“Just wanted you to understand the gravity of the situation,” your gaze was resolute when you finally looked up at him, “Everyone here knows how…incredible you are at what you do, Ghost, but none of the dedication you put into this job will matter if you don’t take a step back.”

His ribs vibrated with the beat of his heart, his ears pulsated wildly, rendering him practically deaf as you spoke. Johnny and Price had told him a few times to take a break from work. He knew their concern was genuine, but this was different.

You weren’t them. They didn’t pry open a piece of his mind and make a spot for themselves there as you had, insistently taking up his thoughts like some clingy house cat. That anger he felt slowly dissipated into a forgotten mist, evaporating off of him as he deflated right before your eyes.

“But next time you want to accuse me of something, at least ask first before almost ripping the damn door right off the hinges, hm?”

You raised a brow when he failed to answer you, something foreign fluttering within the pit of his stomach when he failed to maintain eye contact with you. Rapidly blinking to disguise his sheepishness, he nodded.

“Y-Yea…”

He chose to ignore the smirk he was met with when he finally looked back at you.

[kibby-reaper]

"Who is this? Fufu..... Yes, it's me."

"What should I give you as a reward for guessing it?"

[malaprops-art]

Little sketch of them to welcome Spring

[yang-innie]

I.N (樂 LALALALA) 231110 facecam

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

perv solomon teaching mc binding spells/sigils because "you never know when they'll come in handy!" like he isn't gonna jack off to the thought of them using those spells on him

Ooh, this ask reminds me of some fics that I read sometime ago on AO3: Binding Spells by FeelingRAD and Bound by Fate by Knightyan if you want some extra reading material 👀

Minors DNI!

Anywho, yes! Solomon watches you master those spells with ease, binding simple things around his room. Tonight's victim: a potted plant. Your magic winds around the leaves before tightening down in a snap, constricting them to the stems like rope to a Christmas tree. Solomon watches with the intent of judging your performance to make sure you properly understand the spell until his mind wanders...

A scenario conjures in his mind in, which case he's minding his business in his room, walking back and forth between his shelf and his desk as he brews an elixir of some sorts -- unaware of your presence as you sneak in. With the same flawless ease he's witnessed from you, you'd put him under your spell (quite literally) to bind his limbs against his body. He'd know it's you by your magic and he'd do nothing to stop you, allowing those tendrils of magic to snake along his body until he, too, becomes immobilized.

Solomon shivers just from the thought of your magic binding him in place, tight around his body buzzing softly with energy and warmth. Oh God, how he'd be completely at your mercy. The kisses he'd be subjected to along his neck. One of your hands allowing your spell enough give to be able to slip under his shirt, the other sliding down to cup the bulge growing in his pants and giving it a teasing little squeeze. He knows he'd just embarrass himself afterwards with the desperate sounds and pleas that would tumble out of his mouth, but in the moment he wouldn't care. Until the spell is revoked, he'd be putty in your hands...and mouth.

"What do you think, Solomon? Did I do a good job?"

Your voice is what brings him out of his naughty imagination. There's a dusting of pink on his cheeks which he hopes it's not obvious to you, and a heat pooling in his stomach. Solomon clears his throat, subtly trying to adjust himself in his pants.

"Uh...yes! You did a spectacular job binding that plant, MC. Well done." He quickly to glances at the clock on the wall, pretending that your lesson has went on longer than it has. He needs you out of this room and fast. "Oh wow, how the time has flown. I think you should be heading home now. Don't want the brothers breaking down my door again because I kept you too long."

Solomon begins to rush you to the door, confusing you to no end since most of the time he begs you to stay longer. "Wait, but we still have thirty minutes left in our sess-"

He opens the door, gently pushing you out with an apologetic smile. "Goodnight, see you tomorrow!" With that, he slams the door and listens to your retreating footsteps down the hall.

He feels bad about how he basically tossed you out of his room, but he can't bear for you to see him like this. He knows you'd ask questions and he doesn't want to face you figuring out how arousing using binding spells on him sounds right now. He'll tell you at some point, but for now... Solomon looks down at himself, seeing the tent in his pants and sighs. He's got some personal business to attend to.