#face attribute

[horse-breed-a-day]

Horse breed of the day: Taishu

Height: 11 -12hh

Common coat colors: Black, dun, chestnut, sorrel, bay and grey

Place of origin: Japan

[a-most-beloved-fool]

the thing that requires the most suspension of disbelief in a lot of tos spirk fics is that Spock isn't just. immediately aware of Kirk's feelings. like can't you see the heart eyes??? Mr. Spock! I thought you were supposed to be observant!!!

[julijbee]

girlbossing too close to the sun.

[sysig]

Recently had a silly Handplates dream where Papyrus was trying to snoop around Gaster and Alphys’ lab, but didn’t know who Alphys was and so was trying to pass it off as his own lab lol (Patreon)

[arcteris]

eris is ala mhigan but her heat tolerance is Bad

[21wanderer]

The comeback

Male Transformation: Celebrity swipe: Justin Bieber

It was an uneventful afternoon, and I was walking about the neighbourhood, just getting some fresh air. Who would’ve thought that my life would change so much from something so insignificant?

But as I walked, I came across some minor roadworks, just a few traffic cones and red-and-white tape and a mount of dirt, indicating that some sort of digging was going on here. But as I passed the mount I noticed something shining, reflecting some of the scarce beams of sunlight, as nobody was about I stuck my hand in the pile and found that it was a ring, a really old ring with a black stone in its centre. I don’t know why I did it, but I dusted it off, then slipped it on my finger, then continued my walk.

A few days later I would learn from a local news article, that an archaeological discovery had been made in some roadworks, a very old, yet intricate and well-preserved jewellery box had been found, and the archaeologists were very excited, the only thing they were disappointed about was that it was empty. I recognised the street, and it became obvious to me, that the ring was connected with that box, but I had grown very fond of the ring, having worn it ever since I found it, having only taken it off at night, or to polish it, so I decided not to say anything to anyone, not that that was difficult.

---

Over the next weeks I made some interesting discoveries about the ring, or rather the black stone embedded in it. Besides always being cold and seemingly completely resistant to heat, it had some very peculiar qualities.

On another of my inconspicuous walks, I began to understand its secrets. As I walked I was passed by an athletic guy – really well-trained and running at a pace I would never be able to keep up with.

He was everything I could be, if only I had the dedication to actually start training – and if I enjoyed sports.

I felt a brief streak of envy, and as I did I clenched my fist. I felt a tingling sensation in my hand.

The runner stopped, seemingly to catch his breath, though he just a few moments ago, seemed like he could go on for hours.

All of a sudden I felt a surge of energy, I felt like... I felt like running. I began to walk faster and faster, increasing the speed of my steps till I was actually running. I passed the runner without looking at him, and I just continued to run. And run. And run.

I had never run for that long in my entire life, and I didn't even feel exhausted, when I finally stopped several kilometres away from where I started.

It didn't take long before the pieces fell into place, and I discovered what this ring could do.

It was frightening at first, but I had nothing against giving in to temptation.

I tested the ring a few more times, to see exactly how far it could go, and apparently I discovered no limit - any quality; physical, mental or skill I could take for myself.

It was a discovery unlike any other, I could be whatever or whoever I wanted to be. I wanted to be a star.

I had faith that the ring could carry me all the way to that end-goal, but it just required a few small steps to get there, and I began to plot how to accomplish it. If I could get his skills, I’d be set – his talent for singing, dancing and wooing the crowd.

I bought a concert ticket to one of Justin’s concert, it cost a minor fortune, but if my plan succeeded it would be money well-spent. I just needed a good seat, so he was in my line-of-sight all evening. And that's just what I managed to get, among the screaming crowd, but it was worth it. The concert went exactly as planned.

I clenched my fist, aiming the black stone towards the singer. I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body, a sensation that was more than familiar by now. All of a sudden I could hear the lyrics in my head, before Justin had sung them, I now knew the songs by heart, though I had never heard them before. I suppressed the urge to start singing and dancing, though it was almost irresistible. I kept my eyes on Justin, noticing how he began to seem out-of-sync as the evening progressed - his voice sounded more out-of-tune, his dancing became less expressive and choreographed. It definitely looked like he was slipping up, and as the show progressed, I could hear people whispering in the crowd, it seemed some of them have noticed too, but I kept my eyes fixated on Justin with my clenched fist resting against my chest, as my heart beat in tune with the music, that now felt so familiar.

The concert ended rather abruptly – but it was obvious to most, that the artist wasn’t feeling it. I on the other hand did… I could easily have taken Justin’s place on that scene, slipped on his outfit and given the crowd the show of a lifetime, but that would have to wait.

The day after the concert, it was announced that the tour was being postponed, not surprisingly. I used the opportunity to upload videos, going viral overnight. I could dance like Justin, sing like Justin, perform like Justin – and it wasn’t long before the internet took notice. It went much better than I had expected, I received so much praise for my videos becoming an overnight sensation, and while it felt good to have all this positive attention, I would soon get the exact attention I desired.

---

It was an uneventful afternoon, when the message ticked in. I was shocked, the message was from no other than Justin Bieber himself.

Bieber acknowledged my talent, wrote how it was like seeing a different version of himself, he recognised the sound, the moves and the energy as similar to his own. I grinned, similar? No, identical. Bieber didn’t recognise his own talents.

After having read the whole message, I paused and began to think. Why? Why would Bieber reach out to me?

Obviously it could just be recognition of my talent, which was an amusing, but honest thought, but could there be more to it? He wouldn’t just reach out because of that, there had to be plenty of fans, that could sing like Bieber, dance like Bieber, perform like Bieber, but of course rarely all three at once. Maybe Bieber thought that meeting him could get him the inspiration and motivation, he thought he was lacking – or maybe… just maybe, Bieber saw me as a potential threat, someone who could eventually replace him if left unchecked, and so thought that allying with me would be beneficial for him to get his act together.

I smirked satisfied to himself, pondering whether I should answer straight away or wait. I decided to answer straight away like an excited, yet humble fan, thanking Bieber for his kind words and accepting his invitation with extreme enthusiasm.

One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was scheduled for a flight to Los Angeles to meet the icon himself. Having the flight paid for by Bieber himself was a nice gesture. But with this opportunity at my hand, I decided to go with an idea, I had originally toyed with – rather than being a star like Bieber… I was going to become Bieber.

I arrived at Los Angeles Airport with a small bag of necessities, and my most prized possession glistening on my finger as always. I had never been to Los Angeles before, but I had to accept that this was going to be the place I'd call home for the foreseeable future. Curiously there wasn't anyone to meet me at the airport, no transport arranged or anything, at least not that I noticed, so I felt a little lost and confused, but I got the address, so if I had to arrange something myself, I knew where I was supposed to be going.

Having strolled around the arrival hall for about half an hour with no apparent instructions, I decided to just get going myself. There were plenty of taxis just outside the airport, and I just gave one of the drivers the address, and he was going to get me there easily, and for some reason I didn't really care about the bill I was going to get, if my plan succeeded, I would end up with a fortune.

The driver dropped me off at a gated community, having never seen such a thing in my life, I approached the main gate with anticipation - I had a feeling I could get used to it, once I knew. And as I approached, a security guard came up to me and asked why I was here. I nonchalantly showed him the invitation on my phone, he read it, then walked into a building by the edge of the gate. A minute passed, then the gate opened. I waited until the gate was completely opened before strolling in, giving off the feeling that I definitely belonged here.

Passing numerous mansions on both sides, I tried to see if I could guess which was Justin, just by the look. It wasn't exactly easy, so I instead just opted to use the house number, admittedly these houses were not necessarily a true reflection of the people who lived there, besides their wealth of course. Justin's mansion was one of the bigger ones, and quite impressive with a large garage, two stories and a splendid view. A chill of satisfaction ran down my spine, knowing that I was actually going to stay here, this place was going to be mine. Walking up the driveway I had a feeling, that I was being watched, but that was probably just the security cameras. I rang the doorbell, feeling my heartbeat starting to pound like crazy in anticipation, and very curious about who would open the door.

The door swung open and there he stood, it was definitely him, Justin Bieber himself. For a brief moment I felt completely stunned, couldn't say a word, move a muscle - or control my arousal, which surged as soon as I laid eyes upon him.

"Hi - Jack, right?" Justin began as he extended his hand to me. I responded with a trembling handshake, having a feeling that Justin was used to it by now and just dismissing it as me being starstruck, which was partially true, but only partially.

"It's great to meet you," I said firmly, having gotten a grip on myself. "Yeah, it's cool to meet you too - also that you managed to find your way here yourself. I totally forgot about getting you from the airport to here, but-" Justin paused, then stepped aside so I could walk in. The house was as luxurious and opulent as I had imagined, but honestly I couldn't tell that it was his place from the interior, it was grand and elaborate and all, but honestly it could have belonged to any celebrity or socialite - but that could all be changed, if I wanted to. Justin had put some refreshment out in the living room, water bottles, soda cans, chips, fruits and nuts, and I suppose he wanted to signal that I could just help myself, and that it was redundant for him to actual say it.

We sat down, and he immediately began to talk about my videos, saying how impressed he was with what he had seen. I took all the compliments that I could get, feeling my finger itch ever so slightly. By this time I had affirmed that we were actually alone in the house, which meant that I could enact my plan as soon as I wanted. I was just waiting for the right moment. I told about the concert I had recently been to, and Justin confirmed, it was the last one, he made, before he had to cancel the rest of the tour. He told me, how after that concert, he felt completely off, off the music, off the moves, off the performance - off the whole stage. He, of course, had no idea, where it came from - why he all of a sudden felt completely out-of-sync, so he and his team decided, that there was no choice, but to postpone the rest of the tour until he got his head back in the game. That's why he wanted to meet me - after he saw how I went viral, he thought that I could maybe give him the push, he needed, though he also seemed slightly suspicious about how I performed so much like him. How naïve he was, I thought to myself.

I got up from my armchair and stepped right in front of Justin looking him straight in the eyes. He clearly expected me to say something, but I had no intention of, at least not now - it was time to strike. Before he could react I had pulled him out of his chair and pinned him on the floor with a wrestling move I had "acquired". I was easily able to pin him down, and even with one hand free, which I placed over his mouth as he stared confused at me.

"I came prepared - I got more black belts than you got t-shirts." I said gloatingly as I pinned the idol down. And that was something I was particularly proud of it, I hadn't just been making videos, I had been out and about to a variety of martial arts competitions with my trusty ring, taking all those skills for myself - wrestling, taekwondo, judo, karate, kung fu and so much more. I pointed the ring at him, now I was ready to take everything, not just talents and skills, but flesh, blood and bone. I wanted his face, his body, his identity, his life - all of it. The ring was searing on my finger, glowing so blindingly bright, that I couldn't look - I just focused on wanting to have everything that Justin had, as my entire body began to feel like it was burning.

I awoke with a gasp, lying on the floor, down on all four, I instinctively looked at my finger, that was numb, but still hurting. It definitely felt like it had been burnt, and it unmistakably had a light mark around it. Then I noticed the hand... and my arm, it wasn't mine, it was Justin's. I got up on my feet and studied my new physique, it had actually worked, and the reflective surface on the table confirmed it - I had become Justin. The mere sight immediately sent me over the edge, and I felt a warm substance in my pants, running down my leg - it was a satisfaction unlike any I had ever felt. I ran to the mirror in the hallway and saw myself as Justin, the handsome face, the lean build, it was really all mine. I tore of my old shirt and my stained pants, but as I did I immediately climaxed again, staining the mirror and some of the hallway decor.

I ran my new hand over my chest and abdomen. Justin, I mean, I was certainly not a bodybuilder, but there was definitely some muscles here, this body was definitely fit - but if I wanted some more muscle, that could easily be fixed, I thought as I looked at the shiny ring resting on Justin's - my finger. I returned to the living room to see, if there was actually any remnants of Justin, but to my surprise, there was hardly any trace. There were some brittle grey flakes around the spot where I had pinned him down as well as his clothes, but no sign of Justin - well, the former Justin so to speak.

I grabbed the pile of clothes, the last trace of his existence, brushing off the flakes, then I began to put them on. Once again I felt an incredible satisfaction as I took possession of Justin's clothes, the slightly damp t-shirt, which his scent still clung to, his baggy pants, his socks and design sneakers - all of it, now adorning my body. If I hadn't already done it twice I probably would have climaxed again.

It was the best day of my life, when I for the first time could zip up Justin's shiny black flight suit and enter the stage, landing like an angel in a crowd of thousands of screaming and adoring fans - MY adoring fans. And the critics of that night and I could definitely agree on something - Justin Bieber was back and better than ever!

Bieber was back!

[rars]

in 4 days it'll be a year since the last time i coughed up blood :)

[woodsie]

still unwell thinking about the mumbo coal miner idea

cause like if we go on the assumption jimmys canary curse was broken in secret life and thus doesn’t exist in wild life (and so theres no canary to warn the miner)

long term acute exposure to certain gasses in the mines can cause irritability and unease, on top of this the gasses are usually highly flammable

and like geez, i wonder who’s been weirdly paranoid and died to an explosion this season 🤔

[gammaraydeath]

as attached as i am to ghoul ro the very short timeline of mass effect 2 does make things a little harder to work out... i want her hair buzzed for lazarus, but also i want it to grow out long enough for her #Iconique hairstyle for at least the latter 2/3 of the game. i want her to be at her absolute worst, not sleeping, not eating, drinking heavily, smoking, spending her downtime staring at the door to her cabin with a gun in her hand, i want her talking to NOBODY but garrus, and i want her to start getting better, putting on weight and muscle (emaciated stickbug to alpha chad) and warming up to those around her, including miranda jacob and edi. i want her relationship with garrus to start out so codependent and intense and to have them simmer down before things get physical. but girl how can all this happen in the span of a few months like come on

[silusvesuius]

drawings of @gutztism's idea 😼 get horsed

[aliusfrater]

i fucking hate it when people whose interpretations line up with dean's perspective act like their interpretation of canon is the unpopular one while hyperbolising the opposing, less popular one to portray their dislike of it

[shadystranger]

What was up with cass fighting for his life to stop dean from rescusing sam (not to mention his almost enthusiastic jumping to move past sam's death) He did NOT have that energy when the roles were reversed

like summin smell fishy and it aint just cass's pussy

[pummelingbat]

vamppilled interviewmaxing

[moltenhair]

"Wait a minute! Aren't you gonna tell me how you did it? That's not fair!"

The Riddler gets arrested, Batman: The Animated Series Ep. "Riddler's Reform"

[21wanderer]

Strangers on a train

Body a day - #25: Choice

Five stations left… It was 20:32 and in about twenty minutes the train would arrive at Alex’s destination, where he had planned to meet up with his friends to hit the town.

For a Friday evening, it was unusually quiet in the train. Alex had the whole compartment to himself, and just stared out through the dark windows at the indistinguishable landscapes and buildings that passed by.

Down the aisle, he could see two young men walking towards him, they were laughing very loudly. They passed Alex, but from the corner of his eye, he could see, that they stopped right as they walked by. One of them poked the other with an elbow and whispering: “that one.” Ominously they sat down on the vacant seats in front of him.

They didn’t say anything, so Alex pretended he hadn’t noticed them, and just continued staring out the window. Alex were starting to feel uncomfortable. For a sliver of a second he got eye-contact with them, they were staring right back at him, one with the arm around the other’s shoulder. Alex didn’t know what it was…

Their cocky smiles or sinister stares, nevertheless he felt a sense of unease. Why would they sit here, when the rest of the compartment is empty? They have done that by choice. They looked like bad news…

”That’s not a nice thing to say.” said the guy in the tracksuit jacket. Alex was shocked. Had he really said that out loud?

The guy in the tracksuit jacket leaned forward towards Alex, Alex tried scooting back in his seat, but the guy grabbed Alex’s chin with his thumb and index finger, then with one swift move he yanked his arm upwards, Alex felt a sharp pain in his face, and everything went black.

--

Alex had no idea, how much time had passed, or what he had just experience was just a bad dream, he was laying sideways across the train seat, his face was still hurting, though he wasn’t sure why.

He pulled himself up in the seat, then almost fell out of it again as he almost died of fright, he couldn't believe his own eyes.

The two guy were still seated across from him, but now he saw his own face smiling fiendishly and laughing at him. Alex was deeply horrified at the display, he couldn't think, all he felt was fright and panic, and then he fainted again.

--

“Good choice,” said Jacob to Adam, as the two young men disembarked the train at the next station.

Adam couldn’t stop admiring his new face using his phone camera as a mirror, gently rubbing his face and running his fingers through his lush golden hair, there was little doubt that Adam was beyond satisfied with his new model-like face.

”Do you wanna go try and find his friends? Maybe you could get yourself a new face too?” Adam said, his voice now more akin to Alex’s.

”Nah… I like my face the way it is,” Jacob said calmly, “but I would like to get myself some abs and some pecs,” he added mischievously.

”Holy shit! You can do that too?!” Adam shouted unable to contain his excitement, it beamed off Alex’s face.

Jacob chuckled: ”Probably. Why not? I already discovered how to read thoughts, and how to steal people’s faces. Why shouldn’t I be able to take ’other’ things…”

”That’s so rad! Let’s go do it! I want to be bigger, something to go well with this face!”

”Sure thing, bro, let’s hit the town and see what we find!”

The two friends, Jacob and Adam Alex, headed for the station exit, looking forward to who they were going to choose next.

[bunnysnared]

so desperate to see fledge's bare face, yet simultaneously in love with the fact we don't really know what he looks like and cant decide if i wanna see or not

this is a huge mood, KANJHDBKD i also struggle with showing it or not!!

it took a while for me to become satisfied with how he even looks under his kit. i decided when making him he has a baby face which he makes him insecure [he thinks people would take him even less seriously, which he's probably correct about] but,, even now that his design is solid i've only shown his face to some trusted friends lol

coincidentally, i just doodled this tease ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)