#hehe this one is sad

[wtfforged]

i wonder... how the others are doing... i hope no ones been killed. i wish i knew what happened.

[bunnysnared]

a lil bit older now, but some simon sketches ♡

[doctorsiren]

I always forget how much pink I own, but it works perfectly for Mabel

[esprei]

Emmet month - Day 4: Memories

though Ingo may be gone, he'll never be forgotten

[sysig]

How much of me is me? (Patreon)

[berryblu-soda]

sooo i watched the FNAF movie a couple days ago, not giving any complex thoughts rn, just obsessed with how that Mike Schmidt guy constantly looked like he just woke up, didnt sleep nearly enough, and was probably crying, he looks like he put himself together just enough to act out a scene and he´s gonna cry in a corner again as soon as it´s over

i love him

[mintypsii]

probably won't finish this but yay screenshot redraw

what are they even gossiping about

[cartersblogabtnothing]

“it’s just a girl harmonizing with her fan,” no it’s dick grayson rocking himself to sleep after he lost the only person who ever looked at him as a person instead of as a symbol or a picture perfect soldier.

“it’s just a girl harmonizing with her fan,” no it’s jason todd trying to reason with himself about the longing he feels everytime he’s around bruce or dick, trying to convince himself that he doesn’t miss them, he just misses what they gave him.

“it’s just a girl harmonizing with her fan,” no it’s tim drake trying to keep himself calm as he realizes no matter how similar he is to bruce, or how smart or fast or well trained he is, he will never be dick grayson or jason todd and that is all that will ever matter to bruce wayne. it’s tim drake realizing he will never be enough for anyone, and that he did all of this for nothing.

“it’s just a girl harmonizing with her fan,” no it’s damian wayne rocking himself while trying to understand why his father would do something to hurt him, why his mother wasn’t with him anymore, how he died, why he has a brother that will never be more than a tool for him to use. it’s damian wayne realizing that batman and robin aren’t the dynamic duo he thought they were.

“it’s just a girl harmonizing with her fan,��� no it’s duke thomas realizing that he’ll never be seen as a part of the family because he didn’t start out like the rest of them did. he’ll always be the outlier, no matter what situation he’s put into. he’ll always be different in every aspect, and he can never tell if it’s something bruce wants to praise or wants to get rid of.

“it’s just a girl harmonizing with her fan,” no it’s bruce wayne watching all of his children slowly break because of him, because of his lack of responsibility, because he cannot open up to anyone about anything after what happened to his parents. it’s bruce wayne watching his children grow up to be smaller versions of himself when he was trying to avoid that this entire time. it’s bruce wayne watching his oldest crumble and break into a million pieces and not being able to do anything about it. it’s bruce wayne realizing his babyboy, the only kid that he’s taken in that felt like his, is dead and he can’t do anything to bring him back. it’s bruce wayne watching tim work and work and work until he collapses because bruce taught him that without work, he means nothing.

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Do you guys ever think that after Sal left Tommy would go to make a joke or tell him something or just look at him only to look over and see an empty chair. Do you ever think he started a sentence with “hey Sal-“ before realizing no one was going to answer him. Do you think Hen and Chimney looked at him with pity when he would sit alone at the kitchen island and eat by himself and try to ignore how much Tommy used to laugh at Sal’s dry sense of humor after a bad shift when Sal tried to cheer him up. Do you think Bobby saw how Tommy would look around for something before realizing with a pang of guilt he was looking for someone. Do you think Bobby slipped Tommy a flier for the LAFD Air Ops because he knew it would help Tommy and in a way knew his time at the 118 had ended long before they threw him a goodbye party. His time at the 118 had ended that day too just took longer for everyone to realize.

(More pain in the tags)

[fakakta-art]

tell me if i'm being strange and if i need to rearrange my particles i will for you

[strangeswift]

will byers + web weaving (rewrites and footnotes)

we're in love boygenius / tolerate it taylor swift / gold rush taylor swift / footnote conan gray

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Mukami Family 5th Eternal Blood Vol.1 & 2 Animate Linked Purchase Tokuten Drama CD "A Certain Day at the Mukami Household"

It's almost a crime that it's taken until now for this S-tier tokuten to be available online, but here it is at long last ♡ヽ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

Click here to read the English translation, by @otomehonyaku (as always, huge thank you, Ottie, for taking the time and effort to make these quality translations for the fandom ♡ you're a gem)

Enjoy the eargasms, fellas (///∇///) (but don't reupload the audio anywhere!)

[wildechildwrites]

Lucky Charms

Looney Tunes Part Two

Konig/Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

No use of Y/N

Summary: You have some more encounters with König, the mysterious man who lives in your apartment building.

A/N: König being unintentionally terrifying is so funny. He’s shy and he’s a giant murderer for hire, excuse him for constantly throwing off the vibe. Let me know if you want to be tagged in part three!

AO3 Link: Looney Tunes

You've got bags of groceries hanging from your arms, pinching at your skin, precariously balanced, a white knuckle grip on the laundry detergent that's determined to slip through your fingers before you reach your apartment. The man steps on the elevator with you, and you can feel your face heating up as he looks at you.

You haven't seen him since the night he'd kissed you, and you wondered if he thought of you everytime he rode the elevator. You certainly thought of him.

He makes no effort to disguise his staring, looking down at you with a flat expression, taking in your overflowing arms.

"I hate making more than one trip to my car," you say, answering the question he didn’t ask, shrugging as much as you can with your arms full. You swear you see his eyebrow twitch.

Amusement? Irritation? It's impossible to read him. Instead, you drop your gaze, feeling his eyes still on you.

"My name is König." He says abruptly. Your eyes jump back up to his face, and it's his turn to look away as you grin, introducing yourself.

When you go to get off the elevator, he plucks the detergent out of your hand, gesturing silently for some of the bags you carry. He follows you to your apartment soundlessly, placing the bags down outside of your door. You throw your 'thank you' at his retreating form, and he doesn't acknowledge it.

Later, when you're putting away your groceries, you say his name out loud, tasting it on your tongue.

One of the lights in the parking garage is flickering again, and you sigh in annoyance as you look up at it. The apartment complex took months to fix the last broken bulb, so you’re unenthusiastic about the prospects of a quick repair. It puts you on edge, affecting the visibility and giving the garage an eerie feeling.

“It’s just like a horror movie,” you mumble to yourself, attempting to break the tension you feel as you head towards the exit. It’s late, your workday running longer than it should’ve, and you can’t help the itch of anxiety crawling up your spine.

You pass an unfamiliar man, standing still in between some of the cars. His eyes are on you, and you grip your keys tighter in your hand, speeding up. You hazard a glance over your shoulder and find he's disappeared, and your eyes search the parking lot behind you.

Distracted as you are, unfocused on where you're going, you slam straight into a solid wall of a person. You let out a shriek, head whipping back around and nearly fall backwards as you attempt to scramble away. Two solid hands firmly grip your shoulders, preventing you from tripping. König is standing in front of you, and you sag against his hold in relief.

“You scared me!” you exclaim, a hand going up reflexively to your chest.

“You should be more cautious, häschen,” König responds, and you swear there’s the faintest trace of a smile on his face, the subtle quirk of scarred lips. “Most people look where they are walking to, not where they are walking from.”

You let out a sigh and roll your eyes with a smile, the anxiety seeping out of your body. “The stupid flickering light really freaked me out,” you say, gesturing at the ceiling. “And then there was a man staring at me, but he disappeared.” König nods thoughtfully. His hands are still on your shoulders, and there’s a beat as you both stare at each other.

König clears his throat. “I will speak to the complex maintenance about repairing the light. As for your mystery friend–” König pulls back and slides one finger across his throat. You laugh at the joke, even though he’s not smiling.

König insists on walking you back to your apartment despite your objections, and although you know you were just being silly, you’re touched by the gesture.

“Thank you, König,” you say, lingering in the doorway, and something in his eyes seems to sharpen when you say his name.

You're eating cereal on your couch, watching cartoons when you should be sleeping. It's a childish habit, but after a long day, you're feeling sentimental and too burnt out to process anything with substance. Scrolling through your phone, half paying attention, you almost miss the soft knock on your front door.

König is standing outside, his face obscured by something that looks like an executioner's hood. The gear he's wearing makes him seem even more massive, a mountain of a man standing in front of you.

"May I come in?" He asks, his accented voice low, and you're so caught off guard by the request that your jaw drops.

König stares at you and you stare back, contemplating the matter.

You probably shouldn't let him in, this hulking monster in a mask. You don't even know him really, only interacting a couple of times. He's kissed you, and it was a knee buckling, eye rolling kiss, but does that necessarily grant him access to your apartment?

Your logistical side loses when he lets out a sigh, a huff of air that borders on a whine. You step aside, waving him to the couch as you go to the kitchen to grab another bowl of cereal for him. You want to know why he's here unannounced, but you're unwilling to disturb the delicate balance between the two of you, so you say nothing. He pulls off the mask, eyes on the TV.

“Looney Tunes?” he asks, his voice amused. Daffy Duck lets out a shriek in the silence between you two, and you snort.

“Call it a guilty pleasure,” you reply. König’s eyebrow twitches. You offer him the bowl, and his large fingers brush against yours, shockingly warm and rough. His eyes seem to glint at the contact, an almost avian intensity that makes your skin flush.

You sit down a measured distance away from him, and go back to eating your cereal, attempting to display a level of casual that you do not feel. König seems unaffected, sprawled on your couch, crunching away like he does this every night. He's got his boots on still, tacky with a dark liquid you think could be blood.

"Uh… not that I don't appreciate the company…" you begin after a beat of silence, turning to face him. It's the first time you've seen him really smile, and a part of you is unsure if you like it, the almost predatory glint of teeth.

"I just wanted to see if you'd invite me in." He responds to your unspoken question, his voice rumbling deep from his chest, and there's a sharp edge to his words that make the hairs on the back of your neck prickle.

There's a beat, and your expression must tip him off to your discomfort because his eyes widen.

"I didn't mean– I am sorry I misspoke– sometimes my translations are–" he's stammering, and you instantly relax, feeling guilty for your involuntary reaction.

"No! No it's okay I was just… surprised. I'm glad for the company" You say in a rush, your voice unnaturally high. "You're always welcome to come over."

He smiles again, softer than before. His eyes haven't quite lost the cutting focus, but you smile back, relaxing a little as he takes another bite of cereal. You fall back into companionable silence.

It's late, and you're starting to fade, eyes drooping, curled up into yourself. König hasn't moved from his post on the end of your couch, his empty bowl still cupped in one hand, and you drowsily wonder if it's a military habit, the way he sits with perfect stillness. You stifle a yawn, and he glances over at you without moving his head.

"It's getting late," he says quietly. You watch as he rises in one fluid motion, large strides leading him with a seemingly practiced familiarity to your kitchen. He places his dish in the sink and reaches for the soap. You sit up.

"It's alright, I'll wash the dishes tomorrow," you call out, wiping your eyes, and he nods. You stand as he heads towards the door, your legs slightly unsteady.

"Thank you for the cereal," he says quietly, a hand on the doorknob. You think there is a light dusting of pink around his ears, but it's too dark to really tell.

You smile at him. "You're welcome."

König pauses, turning towards you.

You idly wonder if he'll kiss you again. He looks down at you with an inscrutable expression, bringing a large hand slowly up to your face, the ghost of his fingertips skimming your jaw. You let out an involuntary gasp at the contact, your skin electrified, and he drops his hand.

He opens the door, and you notice his fingers are still curled, as if he's cupping the sensation of your skin against his, holding it in his palm.

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"Good night little rabbit," König whispers, a silhouette in your doorway. "Catch you later."

Part Three

Taglist:

All for you @whos-fran my beloved (the first person to ever ask to be tagged)

If anyone else would like to be on the taglist for part three reply or reblog this post :)

[ghostlychief]

one of the best feelings is finding your way back to a comfort character from long ago ?? like the feeling of relief and familiarity - that you realize never left - is unmatched

[harveylikestoart]

🪻🪻🪻

[echo-is-super-cool]

Walkies:D