#mod don't look

[kingbcwser]

//me with HT: ok so in order to make him interact with my H/azbin / H/elluva mutuals I need to think on a way to send him to hell and how he would act in there

Me with Bowser: fuck it we ball *throws anthro Bows at them*

[cyberneticlagomorph]

"Here."

Zeb stared at the offered object with clear distrust and apprehension, eyes flicking from the hand holding the 'gift' and the creature offering it.

The towering pink spider demon person... thing with too many eyes.

Zeb continued to stare, totally unmoving, as if pretending to be a statue would make it leave him alone.

"Look," said the demon thing with a touch of agitation in its voice. "Either take 'em or don't, I'm tryna help YOU here."

Zeb looked at the gift, a pair of pink elbow length gloves with pretty spider web embroidery on the backs of the hands. He could hear Sir Matthew's voice in his ears, smell metal polish and feel the fresh blisters on his hands aching.

"Demons are evil incarnate, they give nothing freely, not even their names, they are to be dealt with as swiftly as possible."

Zeb looked at the gloves, Zeb looked at the demon.

He looked at his hands, stained black past his elbows with the ink that almost drowned him. The skin around his nails was raw and wrapped in band-aids where he'd tried to tear the blackness away in desperation. But he was still stained, even down to his meat.

Maybe even to the marrow.

Stained with... what he'd done.

He'd tried for hours to scrub it off, tried and tried until the Heretic Witch pulled him away from the sink and soap. It made his stomach hurt to look at his hands.

Zeb took the gloves and put them on.

The demon smiled softly, "There now, isn't that better? Outta sight outta mind is what my ma used to say."

The gloves were too big for him, but they covered the stain so Zeb didn't complain. "W.... what do you want in return?"

The demon kneels down, so they're eye to eye.

"I don't wanna to tell you what to do or not do, that'd be hypocritical of me on so many levels." He then offers his hand, palm up

"But if i can make a tiny lil request... i would ask ya to try and... well understand us. i know trust ain't happening anytime soon, that's plenty fair, but i promise, we're willing to put in the work to get there, all the way down to the little babies."

"An' don't worry, i'm gonna get you gloves that fit better, now that i've eyeballed your measurements." The demon winks, which is weird to see given how many eyes it... he has.

Zeb doesn't take the hand, but he doesn't shy away from it either. An action that feels so foreign to him his anxiety flickers to life. He manages to nod slightly and fidget with his new gloves, unsure of what else to do.

[caramelcuniculus]

Pokemon Horizon is already starting to scratch my brain....... help

[captainseamech]

//the mods are asleep, time to share my side blog for HT while I can

[galaxyskinned]

@crimsonsharked moved from ASK

Jack grinned mischievously and tilted their head to one side.

"You looked like you could use one, plus I wanted to see if sharks are as smooth as everybody says."

[bittcnneck]

charlie has received a caramel apple !

"thanks, dad!" Charlie replies enthusiastically, easily taking a clean bite out of the apple covered in hard candy. Those canines sure do come in handy. As she chews on it, she lets out noises that can only be described as pure pleasure.

[ryllen]

[edains]

Children of Rannoch: Notable Quarians aboard the Rayya

Children of Rannoch - A Quarian Overhaul (LE2)

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[ponydoodles]

[spicyvampire]

MANNER OF DEATH (2020) EP. 7 4MINUTES (2024) EP. 4

[devils-little-mouse]

𝓜𝔂 𝓶𝔂, 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾~

[cyberneticlagomorph]

Next time I die I'm going to hell just to throw hands with that radio fucker on GOD

[caramelcuniculus]

@vixletserenity continued from here!

Typically speaking, Lacey wasn't the type to go towards the labyrinth. It just wasn't her cup of tea, is all! Matter of fact, she was jut minding her own business, Whimsicott in tow, waltzing through the Terrarium without a care in the world.

That was until Lacey heard noises of struggle, and their carefully playful call inside the labyrinth called for a real emergency once she heard Celeste's voice. Now how did someone like that get stuck in there? Not that it mattered at the moment. Lacey would take Celeste for questioning once she was safe and sound!

"Please hang tight; Whimsicott is coming to your rescue!" The addressed Pokemon nodded to her trainer before jumping and floating into the labyrinth. Eventually, Whimsicott met Celeste. She waved her paw diligently.

"Has Whimsicott reached you? She'll help you leave if you let her!"

[captainseamech]

A long awaited closed starter for @gluttonybound

             Darkness. Sadness. Desperation. That was all it could be registered as High Tide trailed forward, a ragged cloth over his head with a shaky servo holding it to hide some of his figure better. Tiredness. Anguish. Terror. He couldn’t bear with his new ‘life’. He had to do something, anything. And that he did, as his heavy footsteps made some marks on the floor before him with broken chains being dragged from his arms and legs, one heavy metal collar wrapped around his neck with yet another broken chain on the other end that swang with his heavy breathing, exhaustion winning over him.. No, not stopping now. Not after managing to escape with minor difficulties and going so far by foot. If he stopped, they would find him and he would be forced to go back to his nightmare.

             There was a light at the end of the way much to his relief, which gave him strong determination to go for it. Finally, a way out! Picking up his bearings, High Tide shook off the feeling and walked faster towards the source, slowly realizing there was something else with the light. A sound, to be exact. Wait, was that... music?

             When he came back into his senses, the tall figure managed to walk inside a place full of color. Full of life... Full of hope. Making his way into the crowd, metallic footsteps went foward, towards the song that was once muffled. He went closer. And closer. And closer, as the music got louder. And louder... and louder.

             High Tide stood in place as he saw who belonged the voice that lured him inside: she resembled a bee of sorts, and was happily singing to the crowd before her. His hand almost stopped holding the cloth hiding himself entirely, he was amazed by seeing someone so bright and energetic in a place like this. How was that even possible? A place of light between darkness? Was his eyes sparkling a bit or was the scenario that gave such impression?

[galaxyskinned]

@radioiaci moved from ASK

He pointed at his own antlers in way of answering that 'why', painted a gaudy gold to match his nails for the day.

"Mine do, so I always find it fun to ask around and see who's the same or different in that regard." A shrug. "That's all."

Now as for 'who'. "You can call me Jack, Jack of All Trades, Jack of Hearts, professional Fairy Prince and avid multiversal meanderer at your service."

Jack took a deep bow until the tips of his long ears brushed the ground, offering the Radio Demon his best smile when he straightened. The smile was lopsided and sharp toothed, like he'd never really learned how to smile properly, but it suited him and his features the same way stripes suit a cat.

[bittcnneck]

"...how about we work on those agressive reactions...? Huh? Everyone..?"