#at least not on the near future

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

By this time next week, Sonic Prime S3/1C will be released, and the show will be officially concluded....

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

“That one time Barnaby broke somebody’s jaw for going a little too far w/ insulting Wally & almost got expelled <3”

Full story please? <3

WITH PLEASURE!

for those who are slightly confused, this is for 'my' modern human au! well. modern-ish!

okay so when they were in freshman year / 9th grade, Barnaby and Wally are soldily Bonded. they are a set, do not separate. they receive a lot of shit for this, because some kids are assholes and that's especially true for 14yr olds. and it's 2006. so Wally and Barnaby get teased/bullied a lot for their closeness. at this point they're kind of used to it. they met early in 7th grade and have been inseparable ever since. most of it slides off of them

but what is Barnaby was having an especially stressful week? one of those weeks were everything is going wrong, nothing is working out. so Barn is at the end of his rope, and then one of the main kids who likes to bother them insults Wally specifically, and badly. like it's some next level So Bad Its Almost Impressive shit. at present Barnaby is walking to his next class with Wally and Poppy. so Barnaby just kind of stops in place, mentally chooses violence, turns, walks up to the kid, and punches him as hard as he can. it knocked the bully out instantly and broke his jaw.

and keep in mind that at this point in time, Barnaby isn't the big strong guy he is later on. he hasn't had his main growth spurt yet. and he still packed enough of a punch to do Damage - which makes him even more intimidating when he Does hit his growth spurt and towers over practically everyone

the pros of this event: Frank and Julie were watching, and Frank respected Barnaby's response so much that he allowed Julie to bring him to hang out with the growing friend group at lunch / asshole kids were less inclined to insult Wally and Barnaby (or his friends) to their faces

cons: Eddie was also watching and was too scared of Barnaby for the rest of their school career to try and talk to him or his friends / Barnaby nearly got expelled but did get suspended, and that's a permanent mark on his record

so the kid goes down, everyone freaks out. Barnaby is still too angry to feel anything other than pissed off vindication. naturally higher Authorities (teachers) come to get the unconscious student to the (i almost said vet) nurse's office, and to bring Barnaby to the principle's office. they call Ms. Beagle and have her come pick him up. Wally has stuck like glue to Barnaby pretty much the whole time, except for when Barnaby was in the office to get chewed out / interrogated. when Ms. Beagle is done w/ her conversation with the principle, she takes Barnaby and Wally home.

there, Barnaby is still worked up, and as "punishment" Ms. Beagle has him do some menial tasks alongside his usual after school chores. Wally tags along, of course, and asks why the hell Barnaby did that. in a nicer Wally way of asking. this is what breaks the camels back. Barnaby just sits down and starts crying, to which Wally is like "oh no. oh fuck. what do i do." cue a solid minute of him just standing and staring in panic before awkwardly sitting next to Barnaby in solidarity.

when they go inside, Ms. Beagle already has Barnaby's favorite dinner whipped up and ready. She gives him a talk where she's essentially says "blah blah blah violence isn't the answer. however, good job for standing up to that kid. he's an asshole and deserved a good wallop." (listen im a firm believer in ms beagle having been a Wild Youth that would have thrown bricks at cops). Moods are lightened, they have a good dinner. The next day or so they need to go have a meeting with the Injured Kid's parents. that's when they find out Barnaby fully broke the kids jaw (he feels a little bad for that) and that the parents are pushing for his expulsion and also juvie. Ms. Beagle manages to whittle down the sentence to a long suspension and then detention for the rest of the year, as well as her paying the kid's hospital bill.

tl;dr Barnaby punches a kid for insulting Wally, gets a new friend out of it, nearly gets expelled, and gains a mostly unfounded Reputation that dissuades most from outright messing with him or his pals

[wayward-sherlock]

soooo…

@willelmikes @qulizalfos for you <3

[grumpy-nyks]

Since Fernweh Saga [by @lacunafiction 💖] lives rent free in my head, I’ve made some doodles 🙈 it was supposed to be a simple exercise, starting and ending with James, but ofc I couldn’t stop there...

Below you can see every single one of them in separate pics.

[blazingblorbos]

I was busy within the hour this released. but I'm here now and. ... oh boy just bear with me

I'm gonna just... copy/paste my initial thoughts as I watched this, here, for the next couple lines:

Final Results:

Now listen to me, I need to scream into the void all my newfound realizations and woes but it's 1:30 in the morning and I need to wake up early the next day. So understand that I'm making this as short as gayly possible (it may not be short at all).

Aside from all the lesbian saxophone that my eyes just witnessed, which is a scream that will never make contact with any airwaves - digital or otherwise - ... The last two minutes of that trailer were entirely unexpected.

Now don't get me fucking wrong I wasn't NOT paying attention to the section of the teaser during the livestream that showed us a glimpse of Black Swan's fear and surprise drowning in that fiery background. but. ... bro— FUCKING COME ONNNN MAN!!

HOW FAST THE SCENE FLIPPED, HOW QUICKLY- WHATEVER THAT THING (IT DEFINITELY WASN'T THE ACHERON WE KNOW) WAS TOOK THE LEAD and LITERALLY tossed Black Swan around like a helpless bird. a PREDATOR chasing their PREY

AND THE PREY IS BLACK FUCKING SWAN???? THE FUCKING MEMOKEEPER FROM THE GARDEN OF RECOLLECTION?? THE MYSTERIOUS AND ELEGANT SOOTHSAYER???

To see Black Swan of ALL characters in this game so far be filled with such visceral fear and trepidation, to be tossed around at the MERCY of something that could have so EASILY killed her just like. t h a t. is beyond insane.

I expected it to be more of a "What terrible horrors have you commited?" 'Wow! Horrors that even Black Swan thinks is terrible, Acheron is capable of s-' no she literally almost killed her. She's not a human by the way. Black Swan is not a human being anymore she is like. coNdEnseD mEmORy AND SHE LITERALLY ALMOST DIED. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???

also, we love Allegra Clark in this house this woman is hilarious

[bonetrix-arts]

Oh yeah now that I’m home I can post the print I gave to @dilfosaur !! (Hope the tag is okay and also I hope you liked it <3)

But aaaaa the con was so so fun!!!!!!!! I’m so glad I was able to go, definitely changed my brain chemistry forever (/pos)

And now that I am home…….. perhaps I will draw more Luce because I am So Normal and So Cool 😎

[elektroyu]

This one was a little tricky for me to get the colors right, and I hope it doesn't look weird on most screens. But it's one of the paintings that have been in the works for some time (2020 in this case) and just needed to get finished. I didn't really have the confidence to decide which direction I wanted to take it when I started, but i think I got it now.

Reference image was taken at a local dog show and it's terribly grainy, but I just loved her longing stare so much that I wanted to paint it :D I did leave out the drool tho...

That said, there's currently a sale going on at my shop at js-tierportraits.de. Please check it out if you're interested to get a portrait!

[badnoahmens]

Seeing the video of BO coming out announcing that they couldn’t play was sad (they sounded so disappointed) but hearing people scream dumb things at them broke my heart.

I’ve seen Bad Omens cancel a show. I drove for hours to watch them play for 30 minutes and then call it off. I get that it’s not what you want. But they can’t control that. In what world would these talented people who live for that experience choose to go against everything they have worked for?

I know that everyone on here reading this is on the same side, and that I’m just yelling into the void at the moment, but I’m just bamboozled at the behaviour of the crowd in the videos and I just hope to god that they all know that it’s just a handful of bad people in a sea of good 🫶

[playerkingsley]

I really enjoy that pelor and deanna's few interactions post-commune are just a reciprocity of pettiness. question the gods? maybe he'll fuck up a scry spell or two. meanwhile deanna spends a not insignificant amount of time just stitching patches over her religious iconography and flipping the bird sun-ward

[evilfloralfoolery]

Along Came Fire - Avery/Blair Pt. 3

Here's the last installment of this fic! I thought they would talk about certain things a bit more, but they only went so far. Of course lol. Anyway, there will be more about them in the coming months, soooooo . . . here's a hot, steaming pile of hasty editing!

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Avery doesn’t start with his shirt.  Instead, she slips the bandana off of his head.  Runs the fingers of both hands through his hair in a slow, deliberate way that makes him shiver.  A low rumble of appreciation vibrates deep within his chest and his hands find their way back to her hips so that he can pull her closer.  The fact that she’s basically straddling him is making his already tight jeans uncomfortable to the point of wanting to rip them off, but he forces himself to be still, allowing her to explore him with her fingertips.  

She traces the line of his jaw, runs a thumb over his lips, flicks the chain that connects the hoop in his nose with the one in his ear.

“I like this,” she says, her nail dragging the length of the chain with a tickling vibration. 

“Yeah?”  He ignores the rising tingle in his sinuses that the tiny motion creates.  Or tries to.  “Hhmn, careful.”

“Should I unhook it?”  She leans dangerously close to his face and heat roars through his blood.

“Probably.”  He slides his hands up to cup her face. “Come here.” 

Kissing this woman is like a static shock, a flicker of lightning across his lips. The little pointed tips of her canines graze his tongue and the restraint it takes to keep from toppling her onto her back is an exercise in control that he nearly fails. 

The edge of her nail grazes his nose ring and he winces against her mouth.

“Mmn, f-fuuhh-hh….!” 

He breaks the kiss with an ungodly sharp gasp and only manages to lean away just enough to forgo dampening her shirt. “HhRISSSCH! EhhRISSCCH-uh!” 

But he doesn’t quite spare her arm.  Or his own.

The way she tilts her head is reminiscent of something curious and predatory, as if she is deciding the best way to approach eating him.  

Damn, that’s hot. 

“Aww.” She runs a finger down the slope of his nose.  “I’m sorry. Did that tickle?”

Her fingers grip his shirt and she jerks his shoulders off the mattress. Like two feet off of the mattress.

What the f—

She’s kissing him, nibbling his ear, nipping the line of his jaw. Playful. Teasing.  And definitely asking for something more than cuddling on the couch with a movie.

“Look.”  He grabs her sides to steady her.  “I’ve got limits with–.”  

Again with the nails on the chain followed up by a delicate swat of fingers.  “I don’t think I want you to take this off.” 

A burning tingle surges through his sinuses and he cringes hard against a knuckled finger.  “A-Avverr—ehhh-hhhheh! EhhRISSSCHT! HhKGGSSHT!”

“Whoopsie,” she says in a voice that isn’t even the slightest bit sorry.   “You’re really sensitive, aren’t you.”

Not a question.

“I am.”  He sniffles thickly, needing a tissue like seven kinds of hell, but not bothering to grab one.  Instead, he lets her push him flat on the mattress and pulls her down atop of him, pinning her hips against his own with his hands.  “You like trying to make me lose my shit?”

“Well, I’d like it if you lost this shirt,” she says.

The same hands shove him flat onto the mattress hard to make the coils squeak like a trampoline.  “Here, let me help you.”

She slide-jerks the fabric over his head and tossed it halfway across the room.

“Oooh. . . “ Her eyes widen just a touch and she runs appreciative hands down his chest. “Aren't you an absolute unit.”

Blair snorts a laugh. “There's one I haven't heard.” 

Her half-lidded stare is all pupil and smolder as nimble fingers slip beneath the waistband of his jeans. “What about the rest of you?”

“Mmmm, dunno.” He grabs her hips with a slow squeeze of hands. “You tell me.” 

Those questing digits slide lower and he doesn't even try to suppress the shiver of pleasure when they make contact. And return that squeeze. 

“Ooh,” she purrs. “Sir, I'm gonna need to see your conceal and carry permit.”

He laughs again.  Hard.  

She slides down his body like a serpent, nails raking his chest, his ribs, his hips.  Pants come off.  Lights are dimmed.  

And there is much growling and gasping to be had.

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Avery can't even remember the last time she'd slept so well.  Curled against this beast of a man and all but enveloped in a wreath of blankets and limbs, she can't possibly get any closer to him. But she does somehow. 

His embrace around her tightens and she snuggles against his chest with a contented sigh. She could get used to this. Too bad he’s a rockstar with maybe a day or two of downtime, if he’s lucky.  Or if she is.

His chest suddenly expands against her and he attempts to put some distance between them, but no way she's letting that happen. 

"Hey, don't worry about it," she murmurs into his collarbone. 

Like he has a choice. 

The sneeze overtakes him with a shoulder-shuddering "HeehRISSCH!" followed almost immediately by a second, more emphatic "Hh'RISSSCHH-uuh!" 

"Mmn, sorry," he mumbles through what sounds like heavy, unproductive congestion.

"Stop being sorry," she says. 

But she does untangle herself for a better look at him. And to be fair, he does look. . . rough. The bandana-less waves of his hair are softly disheveled, nostrils rimmed in an angry pink tint, and the flush of fever spans his cheeks. 

"Ooh." She runs her fingers through his ruffled locks with a gentle touch. "You're really sick, aren't you?" 

"Maybe." He sniffles thickly. "Not contagious, like I said." 

“Wouldn’t care if you were, like I said,” she reminds him.

And reaches for the forgotten box of tissues to hand over a few.

Just in time, from the looks of it. Blair is doing his best to fend off whatever has him beyond urgent and is failing spectacularly.  It’s the lip curl thing that’s really doing it for her, that flash of canines that are just a little too pointed to be entirely human.

But he smells human.  Looks human.  What kind of–

"Hhh-hhh. . .! UhCHISSSH! Hhhkg-RISSSCHiiuuhh!"  He follows the sneezes with a forceful and immediate blow that sounds as if it takes far more energy than he has to expend.

"God bless," she says, smoothing his sneeze-displaced locks away from his eyes.

"Thank you," he says in a weary, congestion-deepened voice that makes her toes curl.  "Not the way I wanted to wake up with you." 

Avery waves a dismissive hand. "Oh, please. Taking care of a big, burly rockstar who's been beaten into submission by his own body is a favorite pastime of mine."

He chuckles darkly. “I’m a fucking fantasy, then.” 

“Damn right,” she says.  

She slides her arms around his neck and draws herself as close as physics will allow. "I think you need a hot bath and some hot sex."

A burst of deep, rumbling laughter escapes him and she nips at his collarbone. 

“Wanna reverse that order?” Calloused fingers grip her naked hips and she lets him drag her atop his body.

Boy, did she ever.  A girl could only take so much.

And he doesn’t mind her taking the lead, which is about as sexy as it gets with such a huge guy being brought to his limits by someone as small as herself.  Besides, he seems to like watching her be on top, the pupil in that odd, yellow-amber eye expanding to an almost obscene amount of blackness. 

Beneath her hands, his skin warms to her touch until it feels as if it is hot enough to burn, but it’s a feeling she relishes.  He doesn’t even seem to mind when she scratches swaths of red down his chest.  In fact, he looks like he likes it.  Sounds like it, too.

Nothing like hearing a man do that groan-growl-purr thing he’s doing.  

By the time she’s collapsed atop of him in a pleasurably panting heap, he’s like laying on sun-infused earth that’s been baking in the summer heat.  And then, there’s that whole slight wisp of smoke thing. She’s not imagining it. 

“So . . .” She rolls onto her side, still curled against him, one finger tracing his lips.  “Let’s drop the facade here. You wanna tell me what the whole literal ‘smoking hot’ thing is all about?”

He lolls his head in her direction and arches an eyebrow.  “You wanna tell me where you got that foxfire?”

She sits up with an abrupt dislodging of sheets.

“I asked you first,” she counters.  

He chuckles, a thin line of smoke ebbing from his lips.  “Surprised you didn’t ask about the eye.” 

“I’m getting to that.”  She runs a dark nail down his bare chest, smiling when she shivers.“You smell human. Look human. You even taste human. But you’re not really, are you.” 

“. . . taste?”

“I bit you.” 

He chuckles.  “Yeah.  You did.”  That dark voice deepens.  “A few times.”  

“Well?”

“What.” 

She huffs.  “What are you?”

He scratches the underside of his chin with nails that could rival her own.  “I’m a man,” he says.  “With extras.” 

“You’re annoying, that's what you are.” 

“It’s a long story,” he says at last.  

Something in the way he says that makes her reign in her interrogation.  Maybe a peace offering of sorts first.

“You shouldn’t be able to ‘see me,’ but you can.”  She levels her stare at him and flicks the chain of his nose ring, smiling with wicked pleasure when he flinches.  “How?”

"G-goddaaahh miiihh—-Huuuh….ARRISSCHUH! IKGSSSHkt!" Blair's breath trembles with a staggering, vocal hitch, like his body is fighting itself for lung capacity he doesn't have. "Hkg–RISSSCHIIU!"  He gives a lock of her hair a playful tug in return. “Fucking quit it.”

His command and his knowing smirk don’t even come close to aligning. 

Great fucking sexy-ass bastard.

“Fess up or I’ll flick you again.” 

Again with the chuckling. And the sniffling. “I can.”  He pauses, as if mulling over his impending explanation. “I’m bound and sworn to keep that to myself. And you damn well know what that means, don’t you.” 

Oh, she knew, alright. Just why he was granted that ability in the first place was a question he probably wouldn’t answer.

Not right now, anyway.  

“Prove it,” she says.  “Tell me what you see.” 

He slips his arms behind his head, cradling it in his massive hands.   “Fox spirit,” he says at last.  “Kitsune.” 

Well, damn. 

She huffs, sending wisps of her hair flying. “Now, I’m really annoyed.” She sprawls across his chest with a sort of purring hum, nips at his neck.  “Aren’t you worried I’m going to suck your spirit dry, if you don’t give me what I want?”

“You can’t,” he says.  “But it would be fun to watch you try.” 

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Finis . . . for now.

[cactusyogurt]

if the locked tomb became an animated series, I think it would be in an Arcane-ish art style

[puppetstringed]

craving a proper hug probably more than anything but not knowing anyone I'm comfortable enough with for that is a lovely combination

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yk if i didn't grow up in a constant state of emotional repression, id probably be a disaster right now

[familyagrestefanblog]

HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!!

Remember back in “Ephemeral” when Gabriel told Adrien to represend him at the 100th collection launch bc Gabriel is obsessed with terrorism and a shit dad?

Yeah? Good. Do you also remember what his excuse was?

Gabe my Babe, youre not feeling what? You’re not felling WELL? As in...sick? So only Adrien is left to take your position/ represent you in this immensly influencial business because Nathalie isnt feeling peachy either?

But oh! How interesting! Nathalie is shown to help Adrien get through this despite being in very bad health herself

Why does all of that ring some kind of faint bell?

Ah, yes!

That was very specific forshadowing!

Which does make alot of sense when you think about it. “Elation” already showed us that the cataclysm injury is starting to cause Gabriel physical pain again in episode 9:

and non of this is going to get any better for him, thats for sure.

For Nathalie though I had assumed by the end of s4 that Nathalie IS able to get back to full health again, but now “Passion” says that she’s doomed too:

So it seems Nathalie may have gotten better by now when it comes to the direct symptoms of the overuse of the peacock miraculous, but that doesnt stop the fatal long-term effects it has on her body. I guess that does check out.

And that means, with both Gabriel and Nathalie doomed to their ever futher-spreading illnesses set up to result in death, at some point neither of them can represent the business anymore without risking people catching onto the sicknesses. So I guess that only leaves the very obvious solution of having Adrien be the one to take over the position.

Although it does raise the questions of if or how Gabriels sickness can remain a secret from Adrien in all of this. Sure, NOW thats still possible to cover up but in what condition will he be in in another 9 episodes? Is Gabriel just never going to leave the lair again later in the season and Nathalie will tell Adrien that his father left elsewhere (without proplerly saying goodbye; season 4 finale possibly forshadowed that the other way around with Adrien leaving and Gabriel staying) and now Adrien has to fill in some of his fathers responsibilities? I mean, Adrien would have the time for it now that he isnt a model anymore.

Edit: The Tsurugi business might end up threatening to take over Gabriels business near the end too, since it’ll simply need a competent adult leader with gabriel and Nathalie down. That would fit surprisingly WELL too now in s5!

I dont see any reason why “Ephemeral” shouldnt have been legit forshadowing for s5, it sure felt weirdly “next-level for the Agreste story” in season 4.

[sparrrorow-art]

cringe is dead, it's Draw Your Sona Looking Hot With An Edgy Weapon Hours

[itsamenickname]

Is Polterpup Pascal in your Bowuigi Rapunzel AU?

Unfortunately, Luigi doesn't have a pet in my Bowuigi Rapunzel AU because when I first created the Luaisy Rapunzel AU in 2019, I didn't have a good idea on how Pascal would fit into my AU (and this also goes with Maximus too because I want my Rapunzel AU to focus more on the main characters and their different relationships (Luigi and Bowser, Luigi and Mario, Mario and Bowser, etc.)).

However, even though Polterpup won't be in the main storyline, this doesn't mean that he's completely out of the picture. An idea one of my friends and I talked about was the idea of Luigi and Bowser adopting the Koopalings & Jr. after the main events of the AU took place and I can definitely see Luigi wanting to adopt Polterpup as a pet companion for himself, Bowser and the Koopalings & Jr.

(And yes, in my Bowuigi Rapunzel AU, Jr. would be Bowser's ADOPTED son instead of his BIOLOGICAL son. As much as I love Jr., making him blood-related to Bowser would throw some major complications to my overall storyline because I would then need to figure out a few different things such as how he came to be and the impact he would have on Luigi and Bowser's relationship.)

Thank you for the ask! 😃