#THANK YOU )

[akanemnon]

Hii

Ermmm idkwhat the sigma is going on the the other script like lore and story wise but the designs look cool so i drew them. Also i like the detail that their bandages are eachother's colours like idk. Also after adding shadow to kris.... they kinda look evil???? Like mean??? They arent like making fun of frisk or anything tho theyre geniunely smiling. Also i was too lazy to send the colour refrences to myself so the colours are defintley off and idk how relevant their looks(and how similar they look) are so i kinda drew in my own hc designs. Idk anyways im kinda yapping a lot but i think they cool. In the other script designs they look a lot more dishevled depresso expresso so idk what happen to them mabye they got like stranded in the void or sumthing improbable tho because theres no moss in the void. No but my point is i guess kris would be like a lot more weathered?? Like tired. And frisk too but they would still try to put a smile on their face and happiness beam kris. Idk im speculating idk if theres other other script content on here explaining more stuff but im gonna submit this before i check. This is alotta words idk bye

[crystallizedtwilight]

Posting with permission from the artist!

THANK YOU so much to artnotarting on instagram for this lovely fan art of Calliope and Shock! 🤩 artnotarting was actually the first person to ever draw Calliope fan art and now they've been generous enough to draw some more! I love the way Calliope looks so comfortable leaning on Shock’s shoulder. So sweet! 💜🩵

[marte-14]

Finally done! Thank you @vaathnaos for working with me!

I had so much fun!

If you haven’t seen Vaati’s art, go check it out.

His LU fan-comic "Shifting Sands" is so good, I advice everyone to read it!

Close up on my drawings!

Here for Vaathnaos’s drawing!

[abeerashraf91]

Hello, I am Ashraf from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸 I apologize for what I am going to say, my heart is heavy and tired and unfortunately the situation has become very difficult 🙏🏻🙏🏻😭🚨🍉🍉🏕🏕🏕🚨

The pace of the breeze increase

with the arrival of the evening hours, and with its arrival, the tent fabrics 🏕 and curtains move right and left, 🌪 and the sky is clear for an hour and cloudy for another, with a feeling of cold sweeping over the bodies at night, which are signs indicating the arrival of the autumn ⛄️ awaited by winter lovers 🌧, heralding the end of the summer with its scorching flames. Please make me, my family and my children happy, the tents are made of fabrics and cannot withstand rain 🌦⛈️ Please help me 🙏🏻🙏🏻🍉🏕🌧⛄️🚨😭😭

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[hayakawalove]

Politely asking for spoiled princess and suguru uwu you would do that saur much justice im shaking at the thought EEEE

🗿

CW: Fluff, Eating, Reader Just Gets Babied, Gender Neutral Reader

W/C: 1,332

“Happy birthday to you,” you wake with a melodic voice filling your ears.

When you open your eyes, the first thing you’re met with is the beauty that is Suguru Geto. His eyes are crinkled as he grins, tone soft as he sings. It fills your stomach with an emotion that’s a bit hard to place. Joy? Gratitude? No, something deeper.

Suguru finishes singing and places a soft kiss on your forehead. Warmth bursts across your skin, trailing across the planes of your face. Suguru loves you. He loves you. He loves you. It was palpable, felt in everything he did.

He’s looking down at you, his fingers adjusting a piece of your hair behind your ear. He smells sweet, like icing and yearly wishes. You think he was probably making your birthday cake, and your-

“I made breakfast, want me to bring it to you or do you want to eat on the couch?”

It’s a tender question, because you know he would offer to bring it to you regardless of it being your birthday. That’s just the kind of man Suguru was.

He loves to spoil, loves to baby, loves to love. It was a bit overbearing at first. Over time you’ve learned to lean into it. In fact, you may lean into it a bit too much. Especially during times like these.

“Will you carry me to the couch?” You bat your lashes, perfectly playing the part of a needy partner.

“What, no ‘please’?” He teases as he stands.

“Suguru, it’s my birthday!”

“Ahh, I suppose you’re right. Manners aren’t required on national holidays, huh?”

“No!”

He grins and pinches your cheek lovingly.

You think he gets off on your defiance more than you do. Freaky bastard.

Suguru spins on his heels to bring your breakfast to the living room while you nuzzle into the blankets. If the promise of food wasn’t imminent, you probably would be drifting back to bed. But it was Suguru’s cooking you were talking about. Not a chance in hell you’d miss that.

He comes back after setting the breakfast down by the couch. Suguru lifts you up, his strong arm holding the back of your knees while your head rests against his chest. It’s a short walk to the living room, with golden light filtering in through your windows. He sits on the couch with you draped across his lap.

You peek an eye open and see the tray full of goodies in front of you. French toast, fruit, and eggs to name a few. It looks wonderful. The aroma floats over to you and makes you stir against him, but you’re so damn comfortable.

“Have you gone back to bed already?” The tone is teasing and it goes straight to your heart.

You grumble and nudge his chest with your head.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” He asks.

“Feed it to me…” you whine as you look up at him.

Suguru lets out a loving sigh. He’s putting on a front as if he may be bothered, but it’s a farce and you know it.

“What am I going to do with you?” He chuckles, looking down to cut your French toast.

You relax in his hold, your body laying across his thighs as he tends to you. He gathers a piece drenched in syrup before holding it up on the fork, looking down at you.

“You have to sit up, I can’t have you choking on your birthday.”

You pout and nuzzle further into him before shuffling into a seated position. Suguru brings the fork next to you, nudging it against your lips. The stickiness spreads across your mouth, dusting your lips with sugar. You open up and grin when the food hits your tastebuds. So good. He never misses.

“You could have me choking on any other day?”

“Don’t be a brat, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip and look up to him. There’s pink growing on his cheeks, and you can’t tell if it’s due to the hard work he’s put in this morning, or if it’s from the sight of you needing his help.

He places another piece in your mouth before setting the fork down to grab the fruit. He’s holding a grape, plump and cold as he brings it up to your mouth. You wrap your lips around the grape and eat it, flicking your tongue against his thumb as you do so. It’s hard to make Suguru flustered, but every once in awhile you’re able to achieve the task. Like now.

Suguru clears his throat and continues to pamper you, feeding you as you drape yourself across his body.

Once you’re finished eating, or more aptly once Suguru’s finished feeding you, you let out a heavy sigh. Your stomach and your heart were full.

“What’s next on the agenda?” You ask, as if you’ve had an arduous day so far.

“You tell me.”

There were so many options. More than anything, you just wanted to spend the day with him.

You also wanted to be babied by him, but that was neither here nor there.

“Suguru, will you paint my nails and do my hair?”

He looks a bit ruffled at the request. He was ready to offer you the world on a silver platter, and you just wanted to have your nails painted?

“Sure, baby. What color?” He gets up and shuffles around to locate the polish, grabbing all of the supplies he needs.

“Black?”

“Birthday black it is.”

Suguru told you that sadly, you’d have to come to the kitchen table to get your nails painted. He told you that a couch full of paint wouldn’t be very good, and you were inclined to agree. Suguru sits across from you at the table, brush in hand as he maneuvers around your fingers. He treats them as if they’re precious, delicate pieces of art.

It’s a sight to see. Soft locks fall over his shoulders as he analyzes his work, you think he must be biting the inside of his cheek.

Once he’s done, you marvel at the results. Neat, because obviously it was. Your nails shine under the living room lights, honestly it looked so good you almost felt bad not paying for it. He’s watching you, his fist propped up under his chin as he smiles at your enthusiasm.

“It looks so good Suguru!”

“Thank you, I’m happy you like it.”

You take another moment to appreciate your nails before you look back towards him. There’s love in his gaze as he admires you, a soft smile resting on his face.

“Hair?” You ask, wanting to feel his hands on your scalp.

Suguru raises his brows, and looks up towards your eyes as if you brought him back to reality.

“Hair.” He responds, getting up from his seat to gather the supplies.

He works silently while you talk his ear off. At the beginning of your relationship, you were a bit worried you annoyed him with all your talking. But now you know that’s not the case. He loves when you talk. He loves to listen. It’s not really a surprise when his best friend is Gojo, king of loud mouths.

When he’s done, he holds a mirror up in front of you. Suguru was talented in everything he did. Your hair was perfect, no strand out of place. The sight brings a grin to your face as you whip around to face him. He’s standing behind you, brushing a hand against your hair as he looks down.

“Thank you!” You jump up from your seat and throw your arms around his steady figure.

Suguru coos and hugs you tightly, resting his head atop yours.

“Of course, darling.”

Once you’ve had your fill, although you could hug him for much longer if given the opportunity, you pull away. You beam up at him while he lovingly looks back.

“Was that all you wanted to do today?” He questions.

“We’re just getting started!” You respond.

(THANK YOU FOR SAYING I WOULD DO IT GOOD YOU’RE SO KIND. SUGURU LOVES YOU VERY MUCH. I KNOW HE DOES)

[save-my-daughter]

Winter is came 🍉🌿🇵🇸

The winter is came and our simple tent ⛺️ has flooded.

Help us to buy new tent to overcome the winter ❄️ ☔️ ⛈️ challenges. It costs around 900-1200$. The price has been increased due to ongoing war and the high demand.

This donation campaign has been vetted by: @el-shab-hussein @moayesh @nabulsi

Thanks in advance

stand with us in Gaza

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[sourcxre]

so ive been getting into Dandy's World lately and thought id take my crack at redesigning them to have more interesting designs compared to the canonical simple ones (nothing wrong with simple)

i have actually drawn these 4 previously before this with my own designs but i felt they weren't as good as they could be especially when i was dabbling in types of characters i dont normally draw like those in Dandy's World with their proportions and some of the characters shapes.

i hope you enjoy these and my original pass will be under the cut.

thank you <3

[redfluffz]

✨️ 500-Follower-Special ✨️

Intro || First Page | Last Page | Next Page (28th September)

Back to the overview!

Yeah, no. Bye. 👋

[brittanyqueensworld]

Think again 😉 💕

[inkingstars]

THIS IS MY THANKS TO ALL WHO MADE MY LITTLE SHORT LIVED FAME DREAM COME TRUE!!

Thank you all for the reblogs, likes, comments and whatever else you’ve done! I jumped for joy when I saw all of this and my heart exploded so thank you all!

Tango with bandanna (specifically Jimmy’s lol) & Blue and regular kettle bean!

As always, Au by: @kitsuneisi & @xmaruu11

[akanemnon]

Hi uhm i read the FAQ about the other script this is what i gathered

Idk if you know over the garden wall but the name lost in the inbetween reminded me of that erm idk

[alhabil]

The Start of Winter: A Call for Help💔💔

These are not just raindrops; they are a renewed tragedy with every drop that falls on our heads. Our children shiver in the cold, and the water fills every corner of the tent, which could barely shield us from the heat. Now, we fear every cloud passing in the sky😭😭.

We are in desperate need of your support 💔💔With each passing day, the suffering increases, and winter shows no mercy. We have little to protect us, but with your help, we can survive and get through these difficult days.

@aya2mohammed

[zoela0xxx]

Friday😘

[eobe]

Ahem, folks. I started with a Captain Keeli drawing on 3rd of September 2024 – 0 Follower – and now:

100 FOLLOWER Celebration 🥰

🤩 Uh, you‘re awesome!? Thank youuuuu! ✨🙏🏼

I‘d like to appreciate you, your loving support and all the good vibes with a brand new artwork of our most stylish clone Captain Keeli again! Enjoy, he‘s directly looking into your soul, proud of you all 👀

[forsaire]

inspired by this art from @melh1art

Things were eventually meant to break between the two of them. To snap and succumb. There were only so many lingering looks, or accidental touches, or hours spent together before one or both of them caved and they finally stopped dancing around whatever was between them.

It was late, the two of them passing a bottle back and forth in the glow of the dim lamp, both secretly wishing the mouth of the bottle was the other person's lips. They took long, languid sips, their fiery eyes locked onto one another, feeling the bubble of tension grow stronger and stronger.

And just like any bubble, it eventually popped.

Maybe it was Soap, maybe it was Ghost, maybe it was both of them, but they found themselves tumbling into bed together. Hands frantically explored every inch of bare skin, their bodies burned against the touch of one another, their hearts excitedly beat with anticipation.

Soap trailed his kisses across Ghost's collarbone. He could feel the gentle puff of air, warm across Soap's cheek, coming from underneath Ghost's mask. He was filled with desire unlike anything he'd felt before. He needed more than anything to taste Ghost's lips.

He raised his hand to the side of Ghost's neck, his pinkie finger just slipping under the edge of Ghost's mask.

He needed...

But Ghost's hand came up, wrapping its gentle touch - more gentle than he expected - around Soap's wrist, stopping him from going further.

"No," Ghost said softly, just one word, spoken with intent.

"Please..." Soap said, pathetically begging with need. His thumb trailed down the lower edge of the mask, feeling Ghost's lips underneath the fabric. "I want to kiss you, Simon. I know you want to kiss me too."

Ghost's eyes, the colour of earth beginning anew, were so tender, the longing flashing back almost indescribable. Ghost's hand against Soap's wrist was still gentle, still warm. His eyes flicked down to look at Soap's lips, a desperate shuddering falling from Ghost's mouth.

"Close your eyes," Ghost whispered softly.

Without question, Soap did what he was told. His whole heart belonged to the man overtop of him, every bit of trust placed in his firm but gentle hands.

The bed shifted slightly and soon Soap felt something soft wrap around his head. He felt Ghost's expert fingers dance around, tying the piece of cloth against Soap's eyes. He tightened it with a gentle tug.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"Nae. You could never hurt me."

Ghost cupped the back of Soap's head and put a firm press against Soap's chest, tenderly urging him to lay back on the bed. Soap melted into the mattress, his hands finding solace against Ghost's hips.

Then, Soap felt a pair of lips press down against his chest, an involuntary gasp of pleasure being pulled from his body. Those lips placed delicate kisses all the way up his sternum, softer than he could have ever imagined. Slowly, teasingly, they reached his neck, winding up to just below his jaw.

Soap could sense Ghost pause right above his lips.

"You're right..." he murmured, his breath tickling Soap's lips making his heart clench with desire. "I do want to kiss you..."

The next second, Ghost pressed his lips down against Soap's, overwhelming elation pulsating through his body. Soap wrapped his arms around Ghost's neck, his fingers faintly playing with his loose hair.

He wanted to keep Ghost there forever. It was everything he imagined and more. It was the sudden sensation of fulfillment after feeling empty for so long. It was everything his heart desired.

It was Ghost.