#messyyyyy-

[nightthinker-08]

Messy design sketch dump for an AU that's been bouncing around my head for a couple of days now. Everything is basically the same except instead of adventures, they do actual circus performances, but it's every month, not every day. Though they do have practice time every day, which Caine supervises. He also assigns each member what their act is going to be, but everyone has their specialties tho  More below xP

Each player's specialties are: 

Ragatha: Trapeze Pomni: Jester (duh) Jax: Stilt Walker Gangle: Contortionist (or ribbon dancer? idk if thats a circus act-) Kinger Magician  Zooble: Plate Spinner Cain: Ringmaster/Lion tamer (he likes to perform too)

Most of them know more than their specialties cuz Caine likes to pair or group them up sometime. Like somtimes Ragatha or Jax pair up with kinger ( Jax mostly helps with his escape tricks) Rag's is also a bit of a jack of all trades cuz she likes helping out, but also cuz Cain likes to throw in twists in their acts mid-performance.

When Pomni first shows up in the middle of the final performance, which was Ragatha's, so she spawns high up on a tightrope. Ragatha (and everyone else) spots her while she does all these arial flips. In her panic, Pomni slips, but Rag's catches her and tries to calm her down mid-performance while also trying to make sure the two of them don't fall lol

[felsicveins]

I have a primal need to see Julian get confronted by John dorys brothers.

I know branch would be ready with a bat lol

Julien found dead in Miami

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Bakugou is such a messy bitch for drama, like you could be chilling in your room and he’s busting open the door with the wildest look on his face before stomping over and throwing himself full force on the bed.

He takes 10000% pleasure when you nearly start screaming after you find out a particular class president has a condom in his wallet.

[omppupiiras]

my army....🥹 they're not perfect but they're special to me <3 can you tell which one was the first i made haha

[can-i-get-a-yippee]

Tommy saying “there’s no one looking at us, Evan” and then Eddie coming in and shouting to the heavens that they’re there,,,,, PURE COMEDY

[demonstars]

the prince and the blob. Classic story of love, or however the song goes.

read To find fortune that's smiling on you and all the fics in the collection!!!

[neathyingenue]

✨breaking my silence✨

FROM THE PRODIGAL PLEBIAN, FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: The last twenty-four hours have been some of the most hectic in the Prodigal Plebian's career thus far. Yesterday, the Plebian's review board published a piece titled "Awnings's Latest Serves Up Bread for the Circuses." We stated that though the Poet Laureate's literary talent is on display in their latest work, we found it "lacking in political and moral imagination." The review was mailed to Mstr. Awnings, and they replied to our editor-in-chief Silvia Salcedo expressing how little weight the review held in their esteem, and intimating that Ms. Salcedo should be grateful they deigned to respond at all.

However, soon after, the newspaper of one Elias Leroux, an associate of Mstr. Awnings, revealed the details of Ms. Salcedo's private correspondence. Since then, both the Plebian and Ms. Salcedo herself have borne a deluge of unflattering opinions from the Poet Laureate's various Appreciation Societies.

Lively disagreement is the backbone of the Neath's literary landscape, of which the Plebian is proud to form a part. We apologize if we have offended the Poet Laureate or their aficionados. Again, our review stressed the merits of Awnings's work from a stylistic standpoint. However, we reject the notion that Mstr. Awnings is immune from our criticism simply because their office bears the backing of the Royal Family--indeed, it is for this very reason, that we must continue to speak out.

In solidarity,

The Editors of the Prodigal Plebian

[shelleysmary]

the funniest thing about the way i've been managing all the spoilery trop content that's come out over the last week and a half is that i'll glance but not linger. so i've got elrond jumping off a cliff, annatar appearing out of the aether like jesus mufasa, brimby fail!pitching his hammer at his toxic work husband... but i've got zero context for any of it. it's not a spoiler if it's just vibes, right 🥳

[picory]

dip pen doodles. fucked up her face in the last one, the sketch looks better 😔

[xxsamhainxx]

he uses this cup every day

[onlyjaeyun]

hard thought of jay being an ass man please 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

sigh, where do i even begin? park jongseong is the epitome of an ass man. he wakes up next to you and the first thing he does is reach for your pretty ass, groping and kneading the soft flesh before he turns you around and makes you grind against his hard cock through his boxers. he doesnt even plan on cumming, he just likes the feeling of your ass pressed against his crotch. whenever you walk around in the house wearing basically anything (or nothing) he always lands a harsh smack on your ass before he starts groping and kneading to make up for the stinging pain. jongie can't help but push your skirts or dresses up just far enough to place his hands on your ass, sinply because he prefers the feeling of absolute no barrier separating him from it. one of the many reasons he loves to eat you out from behind is because he gets to grab and hold those perfect cheeks as he thrusts his to gue into your needy hole, grunting and groaning against your pretty cunt whenever you start clenching around his hot muscle because of how good his little spanks on your ass feel. jongseong always makes sure to take the soft flesh in between his teeth, biting down just enough for it to hurt and he always always always claims there's nothing as good as the sight of your cute ass in the perfect pair of jeans. man wakes up and goes to sleep with at least one of his hands on your ass

[frociaggina97]

hotd discourse is mesmerising "#anti rhaenyra #performative feminism" guys this is a fantasy incest ridden family from a show where they ride dragons

[marcusagrippa]

tfw your deified father is a comet

[breezy-cheezy]

Whumptober Day 24: FIGHT, FLIGHT, OR FREEZE: 

Blood Covered Hands | Catatonic | “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Oops almost forgot to upload this. Eheh. Anyway here’s Alatus’s fall and the hand offered to become Xiao instead.

[guhroovi]

Honestly not that spicy of a piece but would rather publish it fully on ao3. You can find it here. ٩( ᐛ )و

[ask-the-bone-boys]

WIP SNIPPETS!

HELLO i want to prove that i actually AM working on stuff (actually because i need to share things or i will explode) SO here are some sneak peeks for the three whole wips i've been cooking lately!!!!

Chapter 3 of Familiar Faces

(some context: "Papyrus" is Stretch, "Red-Papyrus" is Edge, they don't have their nicknames yet </3)

“Who designed all these, anyway?” Russ asked, squinting a bit as he poked at a powered-off laser. “I know a Papyrus wouldn’t come up with a display like this.”

“They’re mostly old puzzles from back when those were still a big thing,” Papyrus said. “We’ve been too busy to make new ones, and we’re still trying to get rid of all the solutions-”

“Oh, these are ancient!” Russ groaned, rubbing his hands down his face like it was the worst thing he’d heard all day. “Okay, okay, good news! You have us here now! We will amend this!”

“You really don’t gotta-”

“If we don’t it will be an affront to traps everywhere!” He looked through the toolbox they’d brought along. “We’ll need some more tools, but… Hey, Papyrus?”

“What?” Papyrus and Red-Papyrus said simultaneously. They squinted at each other.

“That one, sorry,” Russ clarified, pointing to Red-Papyrus. “You know what we’re looking for, right? Do you think you can dig around and find anything like that?”

“...Yes,” Red-Papyrus said somewhat reluctantly, backing off from where he was inspecting a rusty saw blade. “Blueprint paper, flamethrowers, scrap?”

“Right on the money!” He snapped his fingers into a gun shape. “Also some power tools, bigger wrenches, maybe some gasoline… And, whatever else you come across, I suppose!”

“I can grab that stuff if you want,” Papyrus offered, fairly certain he’d know where to find it better than someone who’d allegedly only been in this universe for a day.

“Nonsense! I need to show you how to bring these hunks of junk to their full potential!” Russ said, grinning as he raised a hammer that was far too big for the toolbox he’d pulled it from. “We’ll start with some percussive maintenance!”

mourning the loss of the horizontal line in the text editor-------------------

Something's Wrong With This Guy (WORKING TITLE LOL)

(Context: Edge's perspective, takes place before meeting Stretch)

“Russ?” He called out. “God dammit, Russ, where did you go?”

He scanned the area for even a hint of where Russ had run off to, but he could hardly see a thing. Maybe he was being smart for once, hiding in a bush somewhere. He wasn’t in any state to fight. He’d sooner topple over before he could get a word out.

There was no answer. Of course there wasn’t. If he was hiding, answering would give him away.

Unfortunately, that was just as likely as if he were already dead.

He finally caught another glimpse of the attacker, sending another round of attacks their way with a renewed fury. No matter what had happened, he’d make sure he dealt with it appropriately. 

Right as his first round ended, he rushed in close, forgoing his magic just to pin them against the ground. He held them there by the neck, rearing back his fist.

Then, finally, he saw Russ, grinning up at him and cutting through the thick fog of adrenaline like a knife. 

He shoved himself off, his anger dissipating just as quickly as it had arrived. 

“Aww, but it was just getting fun!” Russ complained, pulling himself out of the snow and brushing himself off. “I had a suspicion you’ve been holding out on me, but…”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Papyrus shouted. “I could have killed you!”

“Isn’t that what you want?” He pointed out. Papyrus couldn’t find a response. “Besides, I’m fine! That was fun! Come on, let’s keep going, we can-”

“No.”

“But-”

“You are incredibly lucky that both of us are not dead,” Papyrus hissed, gesturing to the open area around them. “I don’t give a damn how much of a death wish you have, but if you want me to have a part in it, I will do so of my own accord. Otherwise, leave me out of it.”

“So… You don’t want to kill me?” Russ asked. Papyrus sputtered, quickly gaining the urge to prove him wrong as a smile grew on his face. “Oh, Papyrus, you’ve grown so much! I’m so proud of you!”

With a swift smack to the back of his skull, Papyrus finally began to drag Russ to the house.

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Reboot Part 1: Swapfell (working title)

(Context: Fluff's perspective, his very own introduction fic :'> so proud)

“What the fuck was that,” he growled, not caring to greet the bastard on the other end.

“I asked Alphys to install a plugin on your phone that’d get you to answer it for once,” Sans answered. He could hear the smile on his face. “It only activates after five missed calls, so really you’ve only got yourself to blame for this one.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey, saves me the trouble of having to run back home to make sure you’re not dead.”

“And what’s so important that you had to wake me up in the most assholeish way possible?”

“I needed to tell you- wait, I woke you up? Papyrus, have you been sleeping all day? It’s seven in the-!”

He hung up. 

It took about a minute for the phone to ring again. He snickered, imagining his brother coming down from his tirade just to realize he’d been lecturing a ghost the entire time.

He stared at the screen. 

Five calls, huh?

He answered on the fifth, on the very last ring.

“Point taken,” Sans said, resigned. He was probably pinching the bridge of his nose in that way he always did when Papyrus pissed him off. “Look, I just wanted to tell you I’m gonna be working late again, okay? Some stuff came up.”

“Wow, that’s a huge diversion from what you do every single day. Super urgent news for me to know, couldn’t possibly have just texted me that.”

“You regularly make me wonder if you’re even receiving my texts because you never answer them. The only way I even know your phone works is when I ask if you want takeout.”

“Maybe you should learn something from that.”

“I’m not going to bribe you into answering my texts, Papyrus.”

“Don’t be surprised when I don’t answer ‘em then.”

“Papyrus-” Sans started, but cut himself short. Then, he sighed. “...Look, kid, I don’t want to argue with you. I just wanna be able to know you’re alright. I’m sorry it’s annoying, but I can’t– ...I just need to know, okay?”

Papyrus didn’t respond. He clenched his jaw at his brother’s change in tone.

“If you’ve been sleeping all day, then you probably haven’t eaten,” Sans continued. “I’m pretty sure there’s still some leftover stir-fry in the fridge. You should have some. It might be a bit spicy for you, but it’s good food.”

He hummed plainly.

“...Well, that’s all I wanted to say. I gotta get back to work now, but I’ll see you when I see you, yeah?”

His jaw clenched just a bit tighter.

“Love you, kid.”

He hung up again, for real this time.