#hello destroyer

[rastronomicals]

August 29:

On this date in 1977, Iggy Pop released his second and most successful solo album, Lust For Life. Bowie was again on board, and Hunt & Tony Sales--who would later join Bowie in The Tin Machine--provided the rhythm section. The title track is technically the most popular track, but "Neighborhood Threat" after its inclusion in Alan Moore's Watchmen is the most interesting to me.

On this day in 1995,Acid King dropped their debut album, Zoroaster.

On this date in 2000, George Thorogood & The Destroyers released their compilation album, Anthology.

And,

on this date in 2006, Maxeen released their album, Hello Echo.

[south-park-dimensions]

(Will I do something with this? No clue)

(Is it midnight? Yes KDBDJDB)

[cactustreesmotel]

there's nothing like watching absolutely shit hockey movies. not a single one of them from slap shot to faceoff has actually been good but they're so much fun

[trentskis]

oh shit it's matchday goonerinas

[vixlenxe]

Bleh!

[mushiewrites]

Hi. I’m moving beyond Llamas inbox now. Just for funsies. I agree with Sleepy about how people moved past Sapnap teaching George how to tickle Dream way too fast, lol. But as I am a lorehead, I’m gonna make it c!Dream.

So this is one of the scenarios when Dream is put under the care of the entire server after everyone but him got therapy and he also tore himself to shreds on top of a year of torture. Now he needs help with daily task like eating, bathing, etc. — and he hates it. He’s frustrated, he’s embarrassed, he’s scared, and he’s so far gone at this point that he’s almost like a wild animal in terms of temperament and mental capacity. Except wild animals can more or less defend themselves, and he cannot.

Everyone’s been trying to find ways to cheer him up but nothing seems to work. Until finally Sapnap and George remember something from before the server got bad. Something that Dream had made them swear to never tell anyone.

Well. This is an emergency.

AKA: Tickle Therapy 2.0: Server Edition.

Soup I literally am so grateful that you came into my inbox because you're so fuckin cOOL. but i am absolute shit and know next to nothing about dsmp lore ): but I do have some thoughts...

from the little information I do know, I know that dream is just.....a lot to handle. And it's not his fault that he's that way! A year of torture would leave anyone in a constant state of distrust and distress. But sap and george remember that dream is tklish, and how tks always seemed to calm him and make him laugh and make him feel lighter and forget his problems, and they know exactly what they need do to.

But since they promised not to tell anyone, and dream and sap want him to trust them, do you think maybe they would try it when they have a moment alone with dream? maybe when they're trying to help him rest or trying to tend to old scars? I feel like maybe they would attempt that in order to gain some trust??? I dunno why, I'm just feelin that it might be the best possible outcome if it's just the three of them. and then maybe, just maybe, dream would allow more people to take part, after he's adjusted a little more to the tk therapy they supply him.

[keeps-ache]

shoutout to my brother who is being annoying about my finishing these refsheets in a timely manner. really appreciated👍

[seleinne]

Hi everyone

I'm new to Tumblr.

I made my phone destroyer character for while 💜

Little by little I will upload more drawings and things like that

[konvoluted]

Hello my destroyer — feed into my delusion

[dafspi-art]

I'm imagining Wikus van der Merwe (District 9) as an ESD pilot in Independence Day and it's sp funny help 😭😭😭

[arolesbianism]

Rabbit au Olivia has been slowly taking over the entire oni playlist and I've tried slowing it by cutting songs that I don't care for much but it's not helping much at this rate she's going to make up a third of the playlist while canon Olivia is still stuck with like 4 songs

[thedarksideofmymoonhasmatches]

When I was 11, I told my mother I didn't know what I was doing on this planet.

I remember that afternoon I spent in the garage searching our boxes, my mother's boxes during the first holidays in 1996, my grandparents watching me from another part of the garage, she muttering to him and him responding "I removed everything..." And then later "the grandfather wanted to meet her, but I said no it was enough after her mother". What grandfather exactly, because although I have a very strong preference for the humanities I can still count to four, like you have two parents and therefore four grandparents, two grandmothers and two grandfathers, one of those grandfathers was in the garage and the other one had died 15 years before that of parkinson's, so what grandfather was he talking about? The one in the cream American car?

I think about it sometimes, and in days like these I think about it more, I think about it a lot.

I still don't know why I'm here. Being different is only loss, whatever you do. And the world is full of selfish takers.

And still no one will answer me.

[gild-ui]

"All right, love?"

"Simon, the fuck is this?"

"Wanted a pet, yeah?"

"A pet, yeah. This?" A pathetic thing. A bundle of fur covered in dirt and grime and stunk up the flat worse than the dead mouse from a month ago. "This is no bloody pet!"

He'd come home from a deployment with a shit-eating grin across his unmasked face — a rarity, truly — his away bag slung over one of his broad (lovely) shoulders, and a bundle of something wrapped up in an old shirt in his arms.

You should have known better. Should have known because when the pile yowled a sound akin to an eldritch horror and Simon had the audacity to laugh—a deep, low sound that would have you on your knees if it weren't at your expense— you nearly socked the man in the face.

It uncurled itself from the sopping ball that Simon had lain across the floor between your socked feet and Simon's steel-toe boots. Shiny boots too, aye? He could keep his boots clean yet couldn't remember to rinse the sink of his little pokey blonde hairs after a shave?!

God, it was insufferable. Man disappears for weeks to months, then reappears like nothing just happened? No 'hi' or 'hello' or 'how are you?'—

The thing yowls again, sending you skyrocketing across your living room to use the sofa as a buffer between you and the thing whilst Simon's antagonizing laugh rings through.

You're gonna kill him, you determine.

"When I said a bloody pet, Simon," your voice is biting, reminding the bloke in front of you of all times his mother had whelped at him for his own little spin on directions. "I meant a dog, or- or- a cat. Fucking 'ell, a fish would do!"

"What's wrong with it?" Simon deadpans with a raised eyebrow, those dark brown eyes filled with mirth as one of his booted foot slides the few inches in front of him and prods at the bundle of wet material and fur. The action causes another horror-like screech to erupt from it and the situation repeats itself once more.

Though, this time, you perhaps scream alongside it because the nudge from Simon's boot causes the thing to propel its tiny body forward, spearing towards the couch.

And unfortunately, you.

A few hours later, after multiple baths—yours unwillingly, his as payback, and the thing required at least two before your eyes stopped watering—the two of you determine that it was indeed a cat.

To which, Simon promptly named the thing “cat.” And you scowled whilst renaming it “satan.”

Congratulations on your new pet:

Cuppa Cat Satan Kentucky Bourbon the III, Destroyer of Sanities and Ankles.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Hello, would readers husband ever come back to pay the debt or would he just leave her mafia könig's hands ( if he's asking for his money anymore that's fine!)

Our husband might be an asshole, but he isn't a huge asshole...he doesn't want to leave his wife in the hands of Konig and be a cuck champ, obviously! He was fully expecting you to be tortured when he returns, to be turned into a steak and feed to the dogs or made up to be a whore in the fine establishment for rich and famous of Vienna - he was ready to save you, with newly aquired money from a lone shark somewhere in Poland, and he was ready to be the hero of the day... He sees you, his shy and pretty wife, sitting on Konig's lap with your face nuzzled into his chest. It was an almost innocent picture - but then he can see the slight shaking in your thighs, a big hand fondling your leg and getting under your dress...you never cockwarmed him - you were never that kinky in bed, always opting for laying on your back and vaguelly staring at the ceiling. But you whimper on the lap of your kidnapper, of the most dangerous guy in the whole country. Konig has a hand with pistol rested on your thigh, but you don't even care - your breathes sound like a pure bliss, like you wanted to be here. Oh, but Konig is pissed. Not only your loser of a husband returned with money - just enough to pay off the interest of his loan - but he managed to barge into the office while he was pleasing himself with his new favorite girl. You're adorable, shy and sensitive - even when you like sex, you would always act innocent, so he loves to take you in public, to make everyone know that he fucking owns you...but with your husband in the picture, he might actually ruin the perfect fantasy. It's like a curtain was taken off from your face - you're shoked when you see him, relieved, a bit scared for his life...poor thing, you have no idea of what to do - you just want him close, and you almost scramble from Konig's lap to go and greet your husband...but you're stopped dead in your tracks. Of course, how could you forget who really owns you now. Even if your husband tries to take you back, he'd be lucky if he would just be thrown off the premises and not killed outright. Konig is already doing the needed marital proceedes to make you his in the face of the law - and he won't tolerate any wedding destroyers.

[qstea]

Hello well can I request​ 4 killer, cross and error headcanon​ with kind-heart s/o? Like s/o love to help other people get through​ their pain such as dream,in short is s/o is a goody-goody-two-shoes kind of person.

📎 Kindhearted S/O Headcanons ★

Featuring: Killer!Sans, XTale!Sans, Error!Sans

#Notes: IM BACKKKKK SORRY GUYS LOLOLOL. EAT UP U LIL SHITS

pronouns used: they/them

warnings: some suggestive content if you squint

Killer Sans -

Killer thinks it’s beyond adorable. Seeing you so quick to drop everything to help somebody in need intrigues him so much, as he rarely feels actual emotions and empathy. Finds your goody-two-shoes behavior to be very motivating and such a breath of fresh air. It revives the small, faint, part inside of him that was the Sans he used to be.

Another thing is that they have a thing for innocent and naive types, all things untouched by life’s evils. The mere thought of corrupting somebody so sweet and kind is…. something they dwell on very often.

Don’t worry! He won’t hurt you, no, never. He just thinks that your relationship dynamic is funny.. the big bad wolf, Killer, who’s notorious for killing hundreds of innocent monsters without remorse or pity.. and the cute little kindhearted beauty at his side, untouched by all of his evils he has committed in his lifetime.

XTale Sans -

Your purity is exactly what made him fall for you. It’s the way you treat others with a type of kindness he hasn’t seen in so long, the one that he had longed for in his traumatized life. A life where he was stuck being some sort of sickening pawn under his father’s clawed fingertips.

Has an overwhelming instinct to protect you from everyone and everything, like some sort of untrained guard dog; biting, growling, and fighting off threats for the purpose of shielding you from the horrors of the multiverse, even though this protection may or may not be needed.

He can’t have another loved one leave, he just can’t. He loves you too much for you to get hurt like everyone else, he has to protect you. Everybody in the multiverse has a sick cruelness in their souls and he can’t let the light of his life be tainted with their diseases.

Nothing you say will have stop him from being overprotective and afraid of anything and everything.

Error Sans -

Kindness is not something often found in the multiverse, and especially not standing before the very force that stuck down many worlds, ended many lives, and showed no mercy or pity to those they faced against.

And then there was you, who dared flash their sweet smile, friendly words, and sympathetic nature to the destroyer of worlds. They were shaken, this was new, this was peculiar. They had never seen such a phenomenon before.

And so, they study you, they fall in love with you, they take you under their wing.

They couldn’t let the world see something that was only meant for their sockets, and their sockets only. In the multiverse, the strongest take what they want and take what they wanted, Error did. They had to take advantage of this, they couldn’t risk having anybody else having a taste of this.

They didn’t do it to protect you, they did it because they’re lonely, and all who have not friends, allies, or companions want more then they were destined to have. And so, they became selfish, and took you for their own. Have fun.

[melyndadwest-blog]

Hello people, you guys remember a post where we have Dan, Danny, and Dani, showing up in Gotham and saying like "fear us mortals for we will fest upon your planet" but it's actually that Gotham pollution is like a really high class meal to them?

And they consume the earth, air, and water pollution while acting like they are great destroyers or something? I think this post is about a year old, if someone remembers thanks S2