#lemme know if you want this changed!!

[fiepige]

Compilation of EVERY single time they changed Hobie's filter in the digital version:

Left: Theatrical release Right: Digital release

You might have to click on some of them to get a better look at Hobie, sadly I don't have a video editor that allows me to make better edits than these :')

[dolorousvale]

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

[askgilbertvonobsidian]

You're just a silly lil guy, can I put you in my pocket and carry you around? 🥺👉👈

Hehe, many of you seem to grossly misjudge how I like to be treated.

It's flattering to know you want me by your side to that extent. I'm willing to do that at my current size, little rabbit, all you have to do is ask.

Pocket sized, however...

You'd have to ask @letterstoear about that. I caught Roderic with one of their creations - a little toy of me. I'm still recovering from the sight...

[dailyanimatronics]

Can I request an icon of aroace Dook Larue?

[ID: a drawing of dook larue smiling with half lidded eyes. behind him is the aroace flag. /end ID]

one aroace doggy comin right up

[slenderfurry]

My attempt to make a slenderpossum fursona

For @poorlydrawnsplendorman :3

[inkshadow]

❝ i, uh.... made you some tea. thought maybe we could order in for dinner later if you're feeling up for it but tea makes everything better, i think. ❞ not that much could top their already great second 'date' — or whatever it's called — given that he still doesn't know her name. just knew that the sight of her naked body beneath his sheets was more than enough for now. he offers the mug, making sure to slide a saucer beneath in case shaky hands made a mess on the way over. ❝ sleep well? ❞

closed starter for @vvhimsicals

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @tempestaslokni where: obsidian beach

Darcy noticed that there was somebody on the black sand beach as she was getting close to the edge of the forest area that seperated the beach from the rest of the island, and if she was being honest, as bad as it might have sounded to others, her first thought was that she hoped it wasn't the lady who called her crazy so intensely on this same beach. She just did not have it in her to have it out with her again.

But then she stepped out to the clearing and instead of that woman, she noticed a familiar, tall figure, and her lips curled up into a smile immediately. "Lokni! Hey! I see you found the cool beach too." She looked over the black sand, taking in the sight for a few moments. "Isn't it just beautiful?" she couldn't help but ask.

"How have you been? Last couple of days have been-- intense, right?"

[alderaconsort]

@lightburnsyou liked for a starter !

HE SIGHS as he takes in the trashy holonet article , something about himself and padme . there's a picture added , one of himself and the senator out to one of their lunches . he can't read anakin's expression , unsure how the jedi is reacting to it , unsure why it's been brought up .

❝ if you're asking if this trash is true , i can assure you it is not . senator amidala and i are friends , nothing more . ❞

[ricketycr1cks]

Yeah I’m a MacDennis shipper but first and foremost I’m a Mac and him getting the attention he deserves shipper

[flxshy]

@cervidae-demon

"You seem the most annoyed in this hotel. Can you make me a Champaign and tell me about it?"

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

(The gal who made the High School/Humen au here. Back to tell you more content cause you’re pretty awesome, and becoming one of my favorite bloggers. Also, just know me as Gal)

Heres what grades or what subject they teach everyone is:

Charlie: Sophomore

Vaggie: Sophomore

Angle: Sophomore

Sir Pentious: Freshmen

Nifty: Freshmen

Husk: Junior

Alastor: Junior

Vox: Junior

Velvet: Freshmen

Valentino: Senior

Rosie: Home Ec. Teacher

Carmilla: Chem. Science Teacher (I don’t know why but I thought it fit)

Carmilla Daughters: Seniors

Zestial: Math Teacher

(I know the 3 other Dealy sins we seen so far are only seen in Helluva boss but since the two shows are in the same universe and Lucifer definitely knows the other sins I thought I add them)

Asmodeus: Vice Principal

Mammon: Economics teacher (he’s everyones least favorite teacher)

Beelzabub: Event Planner

Lucifer: Principal

Thank you friend 🫶 and the lovely anons do most of the work and creative ideas here, I just host a place to discuss and give "Yes ands-" once in a while

Carmilla as a chem teacher does make so much sense though, if any teacher were going to create weapons it would be chem, I love all of this

[truly-quirkless]

[@mxndjxcker || Because we are both filthy enablers (/lh).]

First day of school...Fin hadn't really been thinking too much about it, to be honest. Outside of hiding from the kids who went to do their first round of Hero course training, they'd mostly stayed away...until the final bell had rung, and they were all but sure a grand majority of the students had gone home. That was when they'd been wandering the halls of U. A.,...

And spotted a student, still in the halls. Their head tilted slightly, letting their pace increase from its moderately-slow walk to a more average speed.

"Kid? Whatcha still doin' on school grounds? Didn't th' bells ring...I'unno, an hour ago?" They slipped their phone out of their pocket- eyes sliding over the time before finding the teen's visage again. Their phone was once more pocketed, head tilting slightly to the side. "Y'waitin' on someone?" Although this didn't seem like 'waiting for someone'...

More like 'getting the courage to leave'. But- Fin had never been that good at reading people unless they were actively threatening them, so...who were they to judge?

"...or do y'need a minute...?" They stopped short of the edge of a safe distance, far enough away to quickly leave if it was wanted- or walk closer if they thought it was needed.

[thforgottcn]

@divcrse liked for a starter from romeo !

─ romeo had a nearly empty drink in his hand as he made his way through the bar from the bathroom. it was rather late -- closer to midnight -- than he had anticipated but the job ran late . sipping the amber colored liquid , there's a little smirk that peeks from the corners of his lips as bright eyes settle on someone fresh from the usual crowd he saw throughout the past couple of weeks of being out of town from his home . settling into the seat besides him , he's leaning against the counter for a moment with the glass slid across the smooth surface in silent ask for another . as much as he liked to stick to himself , he was a curious man of newer faces . ' -- you're new here ? ' he questions while nodding to the bartender when the drink is slid his way before his head turns to the right , a brow raising in question .

[kinos-fortress-2]

ok before i continue to do the other 11 stickers... still not sure what you guys think about this...

the theme for the stickers was just like how i explained in my other post, just ugly beheaded heads of the tf2 characters... im just planning to do 14 stickers because hell nah that idead of making all tf2 characters was crazy from my part (still 14 is more insane ha)

and well... uhuh.

oh yeah

DONT REBLOG THANKS.

[brokendreamscreation]

@timelostobserver liked for a Lil Lucid Verse starter!)

Heaven has indeed partaken in many questionable endeavors, but the latest one truly seemed ghastly. The creation of a new seraph from the very same dust as their fallen brethren. And not only that, but crafted in his image as well. The name to many felt like a mockery of their lost brother, a full future replacement for what Lucifer Morningstar could have been. And despite heavy disagreement against this angels creation, it was done and a new life was brought into existence among the other seraphim.

Lucid Eveningstar, the future Angel of Dreams & Illusions, is nothing more than a wee cherub in the beginning. Created as an infant to raise and guide instead of serve and obey from the start. It’s hopeful that this growth will allow better shaping and development for the angel Heaven needs and to curb any unwanted behaviors early on. They could not risk another Lucifer, and this is the only chance they have at creating a proper replacement.

Of course the baby is none the wiser. His needs are simple, but demanding, and like clockwork Lil Lucid is passed from brother to brother to be cared for among the Archangels. Some are more diligent than others, and still the young angel seems to have a knack for getting into things.

Small hands reach at a long cloth hanging over a table, gripping at the fabric. The cherub pulls at it playfully, blissfully unaware of the knick-knacks on top. Each tug scoots them ever closer to the edge, one thumping over against the table top as it’s jostled.

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

Charlie tugs the brush through Flippa's hair haltingly, careful not to hurt her. Sensitive head, but she didn't complain a bit, staying right in place.

It's fine! It's fine, just another change, but that's okay. As long as she's here. He leans back, studying her.

"Okay Flippa! Now that we've got all the knots out of your hair, we've got a pick a hair style."

Flippa looks up at him. He can't see her eyes behind her glasses -had they always been so opaque?- but he can imagine them big, wide with joy, just like they'd been when he had first asked her to pick out a colour for her bed. She doesn't say anything, but that's normal, so Charlie does what Charlie does best and keeps talking. "There's all sorts of options! A braid? Would you like a braid? I don't know if I can get it all twisty, but- or there's pigtails! Or- uh, a ponytail? Do you like ponytails, Flippa?" He imagines that her mouth twitches up in a smile, and he smiles warmly back at her. She doesn't respond for a moment, and then nods quickly.

"Great! That's great! Okay, okay- ponytail, how do you do a ponytail..." he trails off in a mumble to himself, squinting at her hair suspiciously like it's a pit of vipers. Usually, he's too goopy for hair things, so Ma- his bitch wife would take care of Flippa's hair, instead.

...Charlie can still remember the one morning he had come upstairs to find his puta esposa sitting with Flippa on her bed, peacefully braiding her hair. They had been gently lit by the light of the Corner Flames, and Mariana had looked more... content than Charlie can remember ever seeing him before.

But that was the past, and this is the now, and so it doesn't matter! His bitch wife is gone, his precious huevito is here, and Charlie has to wipe his hands off on a towel again just so he doesn't slime up Flippa's hair and force them to wash it for a fourth time! It's fine! It's all fine!

Flippa is still staring at him.

"It's fine," he promises her, loudly, and then wipes his hands again. "I'm not- we're not too goopy! We're just goopy enough, which is not goopy at all, and you're not going to need another bath, and we even remembered the elastics this time!" A single drop of water falls down her nose.

He's still holding the towel up, and she awkwardly leans forwards to boop her nose against it to wipe the drop away - just like he'd playfully tapped her after her first bath. He laughs a little and twists the towel just in time to not goop her up all over again. "Yes, Flippa! Yeah! We get dry after baths so the moist demons don't get us!" He runs his hand over her hair and presses a quick kiss to the top of her head, and his skin buzzes with prickles of static electricity. Funny, isn't it? That didn't used to happen. But maybe Hell just gave his daughter superpowers.

No, that was definitely it. She couldn't physically drag him around BH (Before Hell) the way she could now. He had an awesome, superpowered daughter who had a bit of an accent and glasses so opaque he didn't know how she could see, and it was all fine and normal and more than he deserved.

Flippa was still staring at him. He smiled shakily back at her, and picked up some elastics. "Okay, turn around, Flippa," he urged her, and ran his hands, gentle, through her hair when she did. Ponytail, ponytail... that was the point of this. He definitely knew how to do this. He definitely knew how many elastics he needed for this.

How had Mariana done it...? Pull the hair to the back of her head, then pull it through the loops... some number of times. It didn't look right, so he added another elastic, and then another, and there was hair fritzing out of the elastics and he added five in total and Flippa sat there through it all and Charlie was- okay, it wasn't good, it wasn't what she deserved, but it was the best he could do and wasn't that good enough? Wasn't he good enough?

He urges her to get up and turn around so he could see his handiwork, and she does so without complaint.

...She doesn't look right.

He's going to be sick. He feels sick. Her hair is pulled back behind her ears, and it's- it's not like he did badly, actually, because it looks perfectly fine from the front and when you're not looking too closely at the back but she doesn't look like her. He fucked it up, he fucked her up, and there is something too-tight in his chest and something too-large in his mouth.

Her glasses. Her expression. The skin that shines too softly in the dim light and the clothes that fit too well. The scars. The hands resting, loose down at her side instead of curled up in her skirt or playing with her gun or covered in crumbs from all the avocado toast- the hair pulled back from her face. It's wrong. She looks so wrong.

He realizes she's gotten close again when she takes his hand, and he realizes he can't breathe at the same time. Her hands are immediately coated in a thick layer of slime -oh, great, he's gooping again!- and she holds him tightly. "It's okay, Flippa," he gasps out, and tries desperately to get his breathing under control. For her, for her, he needs to be okay for her, he can't fail her again, he can't- he needs to- for her. "Papa just- Papa just- I just-"

Flippa leans forwards, awkwardly pressing her bodyweight over his arms until he realizes she's trying to lean into his chest. She still hasn't got the hugging thing down, yet. He hiccups a choked sob and pulls his arms free to wrap around her and hold on tight, so tight, but not tight enough because he can't hurt her. He hurt her enough already. He took Tilin from her. He left her. He left her, and then he never saw her again, and he can't even help her look like her.

He shakes. He cries. He covers them both in slime. She curls into his chest, otherwise unmoving, hands tucked against her torso as he clings to her. She can't hug, but she's doing her best, and it destroys him.

Eventually, he stops crying, and they're left sitting there in silence broken only by his occasional sniffle. But Flippa isn't done destroying him- she lifts her hands, and signs (in that twitching, impossible way she does now), 1 l0vee y0u, d@dd.

"I- I love you, too, Flippa," he croaks out. He presses another kiss to her hair, and ignores the static prickling. It's just static. Of course it's just static. Things can be staticky when they're wet, right? Of course they can. It's undeniable fact, just like it's an undeniable fact that this is his Flippa. "I love you."

She butts his chin with her head, and he lets out a shaky laugh. He sniffles, then sighs, and gives her a little squeeze. Impossibly, her hair is already falling out of the ponytail. The both of them are covered in goo.

"I love you," he tells her again, stronger in his conviction. "My huevo."

For the first time that day, she smiles at him. Tearfully, he smiles back.

"Now how about bathtime number five?"