#best ask ive gotten ever

[yume-fanfare]

You gotta be careful with rival stuff tbh. One day you go like "Oh I'm gonna defeat you and show you who is better!!" and the next you realize you want to grow old to see your "rival" live a long and happy life that he always deserved

this is what happened in the ss finals i think i still havent read the story

[loelett]

lestat giving louis a squishmallow? 🥺

he is so confused.... what is this Material Object....

later:

[cacaocheri]

I want you to know that you made me se the light and turned me into a sun girlie lmao. I love them both, but sun has a higher spot than moon now. This blog is the moon to sun pipeline /bit

holy shit FR?????? this is genuinely such a win for me im so glad the sun propaganda is WORKING!!!!!! WELCOME TO THE LIGHT SIDE (get it get it)

[dmsr-art]

Sorry if this is too out of pocket but i genuinely think that you're one of the hottest women in the world

• Insane ✅

• Bisexual ✅

• Pervert ✅

• Faggot ✅

• Artist ✅

Like do u want a ring???

KDJFKSHFJSHS IM SCREAMING. oh anon if i wasn't already married I'd seriously be considering it u got me blushing giggling and kicking my feet like crazy

[assortedvillainvault]

ok if acceptable I'm dropping one more before closing time

"I remember you" with a reader being the reincarnation of someone the Horned King once loved

*Clutches chest* ROOOSSEEE-

This hurts me. In like, the best way. Here we go, modern reincarnation because I low-key would like to get lost in the Welsh Mountains forever (I have deadlines).

Also please forgive the Google translated Welsh at the end I did not have the time to look up proper medieval Welsh and asking someone real to translate would have been good to think of before I started operating on 5% brain. If anyone following me is a native Welsh speaker pls DM me or leave a comment and I'll correct Google's attempt.

The Horned King x Reincarnated!Reader : 'I Remember You'

You have no fucking clue why you're here.

'Here' being the Ass-End of Nowhere, Wales. No phone reception, no services, no people and no tourists. Except, uh, yourself. Obviously.

You got up, drove out, picked a random direction between two hills and. Started walking. You don't even know why.

You just know that there's something further into the mountains that your soul is ITCHING to get to. You've always felt it, but recently ignoring it has started to feel like being pulled through barbed wire.

The ground is rough and uneven, tussocks and hidden rocks threaten to turn your ankles every other step. The trees that twist their way along the crevices of the high moorland are all but draped in moss and thorns. The mountains arching up behind them are unwelcoming, cold and cragged.

It's...eerily quiet. No birds, no people...even the sheep seemed to stop at some hidden border a few miles back. Just the low moan of the wind accompanies you.

As you walk, you find yourself stealing glances at the sky. You tell yourself it's for birds - Kites and eagles maybe - but you have to keep a strange disappointment down that it's nothing larger. What are you expecting for fucks sake? Dragons??

You're so busy scanning the skies that you topple arse over tea kettle down the next scree slope like a graceful spaghetti mannequin with a screaming feature.

You manage to scrabble and hiss to a stop, skin on your arms and legs scraped raw. And upon looking up suck in a breath that has nothing to do with your sliced up hands.

It's as though a giant scooped the earth away and set it on fire for good measure. Bare reddish black rock contends with a bitter snarl of dead grasses and lonely tree corpses. Beyond lies a dessicated crevass that looks like a lake drained away overnight.

Beyond that, is a castle.

You blink and tear the vision that seared across your eyes - of a fully fleshed gothic fortress - away. What lies before you is a ruin. The bones of the structure, at best.

The barbed wire in your soul is all but yanking you toward the ancient structure. You don't notice that the path you tread towards it is one you can find without looking, despite the terrain.

The bridge, rotted and rusted as it is, is mostly secure. You keep your weight to the bolted metal crisscrossing the wood as you make your way across, slow and steady and feeling as though phantom archers have their sights on you from atop the wall.

As you pass under the archway to the courtyard, you shiver violently. The feeling of passing under so familiar that it almost clawed it's way out from your skin.

The very air seems to hold it's breath as you make your way deeper into the crumbling structure. Water drips from the stonework, the doors all long since rotted from their hinges. Tools lie forgotten on the cobbles. If it wasn't so creepy it would be an archaeologists dream.

Why does no-one around seem to know this is here? Why is this place so undisturbed?

You stumble into what must have been the Great Hall.

Cold sunlight shafts through holes in the ceiling, the corners in absolute darkness. Skeletons lie in piles across the floor, roughly around where large tables should have been, weapons scattered akimbo as though they didn't even get a chance to use them before they fell.

Your eyes are dragged to the dias. There's a body on the throne.

It's slouched, slumped, as if whoever this was had thrown themselves back on the seat and collapsed in exhaustion. The mothbitten red robe and fur stole is strung with spiderwebs connecting them him to the throne, but this isn't what yanks on the barbed wire in your soul.

The pair of great, regal thorn like horns protuding from the figures hood are angled towards you.

Your feet carry you forward.

The figures face is obscured but you know it, the fingers curled loosely still with flesh, after all this time, no weapons around the dias but no evidence of wounds on the body as if he would need them, as if they could ever lay a finger on their King-

Your hand trembles, reaching out to touch the nearest horn irrestisably, not even daring to breathe.

The corpse lurches.

An arctic vice closes on your wrist, bones grinding as he yanks you to your knees on the stone. His fist is impossible to pry loose even as you scrabble at it, nails ripping at leathery hide- heart pounding-

His second hand closes on your neck and you freeze.

Twin red lights blaze from under the hood. Pupils in a black socket that focus hazily on your face, blinking as if rising from a dream that still has its hooks in him. The hand on your neck squeezes and you gasp, eyes bulging, wrist forgotten as you plead with your hands against the unstoppable force around your neck.

Brows twitch as he watches you struggle. Marginally, the fingers loosen and you suck in air, sounding like a broken bellows compared to the cathedral-esque empty quality of the air passing through his chest.

Gently, reverently, knarled fingers parse hair from your forehead. You didn't even realise he'd released your wrist. Your throat remains in his grip.

You meet his gaze as the last of the fog clears from his sockets. His voice, rusted and broken from disuse, still rumbles from his throat like a shuddering landslide.

"Rwy'n eich cofio, fy annwyl."

"I remember you, my dear."

[twilightmite]

he has heterophobia in his eyes 💛💜

"Wait, what's wrong with my eyes? Am I sick???"

[iknaenmal]

one day joy will come and it will never leave

YESS YES!!! everything will be ok sooner or later :)

[landmineboyfriend]

> be me, absent parent in an alternate timeline

> so absent people think my child may be an orphan

> one day come home

> previously very shy and anxious daughter is now cold and stoic

> only has three friends: an orphan, another orphan, and a girl who "exists" only in theory

> just kids being kids?

> has a gay fucking plushie of some pink haired girl, apparently the "friend"

> don't even want to know why she has a plush replica of her friend

> she keeps failing classes because she "just broke out of a time loop" and "her best friend became god"

> what the fuck does she mean by this

> freeze the friend plush in ice to teach her responsibility

> she has a full scale nuclear meltdown about it and pulls a glock out of nowhere

> what's with kids these days?

> pic relayed, it's the plush

> next day there's suspiciously a pipe bomb under my pillow

[devotion-disorder]

Me too I reallyFucking Love brocooli. Its so good . I love … Have you ever eaten brocooli?soup? I have. Its elly good.So good

yea anon here i drew us having broccoli soup together :)

[ms--lobotomy]

Typhus florida man moodboard

AHAHAHAHA YES I LOVE THIS the cough as a weapon is SO ON BRAND!! These are all on brand, honestly. Typhus flushing a fish down the poor reader's toilet and making hot chocolate at their house before stealing the wildlife he's rehabilitating

[yarboyandy]

Don’t disrespect women and butcher aave at the same time. Just because you’re a gay man doesn’t mean you can do both. Pick a struggle

Ok first of all it’s shawty not shortie. Second of all, I was talking about a fucking sandwich.

[velidewrites]

I love Elain so much

AN ANON OF TASTE

[linoyes]

can we get a luna pic 🥺

shes having the time of her life with an old converse box rn!!

u didnt ask for this but its a buy one get one special so here's max my lil old rat guy (price of snaggle tooth and drool beard not included in the special)

[formulafics]

i don’t follow f1 or watch racing at all but your fics keep showing up in my for you and they’re REALLY GOOD and i have no context for like any of it so i was like “oh maybe i should try watching a race or something” only to find that the season literally just ended??? wtf i have to study idk where to start??? im so lost

OH MY GOD. this is so crazy i love it. honestly, im probably not the best person to tell you where to start or what to study as this was only my first season watching f1, but one thing you can do to familiarize yourself with the drivers would be to watch youtube comps! there’s also a series that f1 does called grill the grid which showcases the drivers and their personalities pretty well. along with that, there’s press conferences, pre and post race interviews, all of which you can find on youtube! (also the f1 instagram account has a lot of videos and info and whatnot)

along with that, you could watch drive to survive (if you have netflix, but you can also find clips on youtube) but i wouldn’t suggest it first, as the show can twist things and make certain drivers seem like assholes when they aren’t. so if you do watch that, just bear in mind that a lot of things are over exaggerated as it is a reality tv sort of thing.

lastly, you could and should definitely check out a race! even though the season just ended, you can watch race recaps and even race highlights as well. i’m literally so happy to hear that you’re interested in f1 just because of my fics im gonna cry. thank you so much <3

also check the comments because i’m sure @renarots will have some other advice or maybe a place you can watch races!! 🫶🏻 she’s been teaching me since we started talking LMAO

[zerosuitsammi3]

If I could have a threesome with you and Brit OR get a Crunchwrap Supreme with you both I would take either option

Just fyi

Ahahahaha taco bell threesome date 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 this was a roller coaster of an ask. @its-brit-bruh and I genuinely loved this ask.

[leo-kinnie]

If I do say so myself, you look stunning! /Platonic

YOO THANK U!!