#NOT glory of losers

[elfolfenburg]

Two cringey idiot boyfriends

Also decided to redesign yuichi's outfits just for fun n stuff bros

Also hc they met thru like dimension shit somewhat like from the tmntt in the 2003 bros

[uristmcdatingsim]

Who the fuck out here feeding Heavyarms? Who’s loading all that fucking ammo into my big boy?? THAT MANY bullets?? IN THIS ECONOMY??

[dreaminterlude]

BE SO SERIOUS YOU SAW HER FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS (i am loving this)

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[wetookoutallherteeth]

don't get me wrong, i like andy murray and he's prob the best male player in terms of acknowledging female sport's worth, but the way everyone is acting like ~evil bitch emma raducanu~ got a wrist injury just to spite him and ruin his last wimbledon is insanely misogynistic. why are the british public and media trying to make her feel bad for concentrating on her own career instead of injuring herself further playing the stupid swansong match for a man twice her age whose own body has already fallen apart. andy will be fine. he'll eat some strawberries and be ok.

[its-ya-boi-cade]

herrah without the mask❗

[little-sw33tie]

OMG,,, COOL AU UNDERFELL HAS A BIRTHDAY,,,,??? WELL I BETTER JUST….

[idiotfactory]

After almost 2 years on the backlog I finally put together the MG Heavyarms EW! Such an incredibly fun kit to put together it really brought back my love for mastergrades in general. Definitely a pain in the ass to pose the belt for the minigun just would not cooperate but fuck if we ball. Still beyond pleased with the end result! Now to build Calibarn or Schwarzette next? Or maybe Big-O?👀

[craftssakura]

[knighteclipsed]

echoing with the clamor.

a drabble: following round 2 of boel this year. word count: 492 words

// cw: kinda visceral description of injury just the once.

He had chosen to fall with grace.

Though defeat was always bitter, it was better to choose it than to have it forced upon you. The little deer had been strong—that much he recognized—and if the stakes were naught more than a mock battle, the only thing on the line was his reputation: so he would maintain it, even at the cost of this battle.

Tch. (Though he very much would’ve liked to have won.) Even now, he still feels the lingering cold numbness, the sting of an axe not once, but twice. He’d traveled far into Gronder to get to that battle too—to think that so much of his blood would remain here–

No matter. (No matter.)

He breathes, a spiteful, agonizing thing; wound opens on inhales, bleeding—then it tightens on exhale, earning a mite of a cough. Beneath it, there is a quiet rage, boiling and bubbling like magma. (At the very minimum, there was no one around to watch him—to witness his retreat: this momentary weakness of his.) He had sheer will enough to avoid shattering into pieces, but only just so. At any point now, his strength could (and would) give way—the objective was to maintain composure until he could fall apart reasonably.

(What a sour goal that was.)

Last year, it had been raining—a dark, soaking mess of battle that obscured his wings until a little Deer boy had shot him down. Even now, a year later, he could recall where that fight was; point it out on the field and remember clearly just what it had been like. A year later, his fight had raged further, undamped by the autumn rains, but even still, he was forced to retreat—by the hand of another prey animal, no less. (So what if it was a collaborative effort—that is nothing to a hunter; a predator; a killer.)

But all the same, he had chosen defeat. (Because it is better chosen than forced.)

Another exhale, weary, and he imagines he’s drawn near enough to the medical tents at this point—within the next minute or so, they’d enter view. Until then, he had naught but to keep moving.

Not entirely terrible advice. So long as he kept moving, growing, fighting—he might one day be satisfied. (Not that he was the type to ever be.)

This year, the skies are clear, echoing with the clamor of battle, a frequency akin to his soul’s—it was his element to remain, to fight on as he desired. All the same, he has the sense not to—metals and minerals dull over time, and to remain of finer quality, they require maintenance and care. It was in Valter’s best interests to maintain his sharpness and luster.

Just keep moving. (And fight the desire to rend the earth in two.) These emotions would pass no doubt—some of them, at least—given enough time. Then, it would all be manageable; he just needed time.

And rest. (Damn, he was broken.)

[strictlycanon]

"I have a gig for you" (For your V! @homelander-rp-blog I always wanted to write something for Cyberpunk au in front of V! <3)

[ 📱 ]

After the death of Jackie and getting a death sentence pretty much. V had a lot on their mind. Too many bad things had happened right after the other. But there was a chance that V could get fixed up at least. Time will tell.

V was pulled from their thoughts as John spoke up. They were really thankful for John telling them that. It would give them something to do. It was the distraction V needed.

"Yeah, alright. Let's hear it."

@homelander-rp-blog

[deimosbreakfrost]

Do you want to "Punk goes..." To comeback?/Do you miss "Punk goes..." ?

[notmuchtoconceal]

The ultimate end goal of the true Narcissistic personality disordered attachment is to is to absorb you.

When you've done your job and you are kind of used up, they can move into this very nasty devaluation phase where they want to unattach from you, and they want to have the experience of pushing you away, but not just pushing you away as a valuable human being, as someone who loved them as part of their story --

they want to make you trash.

They need for you to be trash.

Idealize, absorb, co-idealize, so you're both idealizing each other inside of the fantasy matrix simulation space, and then… they can't stand it any longer. They can't stand to think of you as a good person any longer after a period of time --

unless you are offering complete blind submission.

[fire-loser]

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[christianmswanson]

I rarely post anything anymore, I’ve been a busy parent 🤷🏼‍♂️

This is where flugel is at

[fallenwingzero]

You can see the tears through his helmet ;-;