#please tell me if i missed any tags

[kakyogay]

⚠️ploppy playbime chaper 3 spoiler and gore warnig ⚠️

the line goes so hard!!!!!1

(stupid dog getting me really into this stuid game and breaking my rain world streak grrr grrrr >:[ /pos)

pics without text under cut <3

[katabay]

original thief series basso & garrett :)

ngl, it's about quality over quantity for me. an npc can have a total of three minutes of screen time, but if they have a cool name, they can live rent free in my head and I'll spend several hours trying to decipher drawable features from a blurry screenshot of pixels

there is a vague hint of a story here, and that's because every time I try to play thi4f, I get incredibly frustrated with how Not Fun the game play is. like, is the story good? well. but it has a PLAGUE. that should've given it instant 'I'll replay this once a year' status in my heart, but the game play sucks so bad that I've never finished it. I can't believe Not Fun gameplay beat out my obsession with narrative plagues.

anyway, the idea is basically if the original era had a game with a plague centric narrative and some other stuff I liked out of thi4f thrown into a narrative blender, with a heavy dash of horror thrown in because some parts of the thief games were scarier to me than entire dedicated horror genre games.

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[bl00dalchemist]

'They love eachother' i say, as i draw them in situations that are, in fact, not loving.

[aliothbuzzsawshark]

I love the prince fit so so much yall don’t understand

This is a redraw of art I did last year, original is below undercut!

[pmpwbrrs]

@mossyflowers

i think POM needs some. some medical help. Perhaps

[jaymehargreevcs]

lila: he's your son.

diego: ?! no he's NOT

*some episodes later*

diego: he's my son!!

lila: lol no he's not

[mooneytried]

I am really sorry if I seem really inactive on tumblr (since i'm more used to posting on ig) but let me make this clear.

I do not support genocide of innocents. Parents should never have to fish out their children under bombed rubble. Children should never get used to hearing the sound of bombs and the screams of their community or family. Journalists shouldn't have to fear being specifically targeted for the "crime" of documenting and spreading news about the ETHNIC CLEANSING of their people. Hospitals and the people who work in medical care shouldn't fear not being able to provide immediate help to those who are targets of GENOCIDE. A whole country of innocents' genocide shouldn't become normalized or seen as deserved.

And while this post is about mainly 🍉, this goes out to other countries who are currently going through a modern day genocide.

It hurts for me (someone who is especially sensitive to pain and suffering) to watch videos of these atrocities but imagine how the people who are going through these said atrocities feel? The best thing I (and hopefully the people who will see this post) can do is SCREAM for them. Boycott, protest, post all you can!

Genocide IS genocide. No ifs or buts.

[miwachan2]

If Bee were to have a (completely understandable) mental breakdown, what would it look like? Considering the power she has, I bet it would be pretty bad to say the least…

she has actually OwO once

⚠️ read tags

When she was a kid the training and pressure from the clan made her mental state snap and her "blessing of a power" became unstable. It started to destroy her from the inside, as well as what was around her

She would have completely broke had it not been for a literal tranquilizer

since then her emotions were deemed too unstable, instead of the best way to give her time and therapy to work through her previous trauma and better understand herself. as well as gentle training for her powers, she was slapped with hard meds that controlled her emotions so she could handle the training they had planned for her so she could become like her father as fast as possible :)

[gulongming]

♪ Musically Yours | Best Soundtracks of 2022 (based on prompt n. 6 from @kdramaspace and @userdramas' joint end-of-year event)

◌ Jué ài, Faye (Love Between Fairy and Devil) ◌ Fēng xī, Tiger Hu & Ye Xuan Qing (Who Rules The World) ◌ Twenty Five, Twenty One, Jaurim (Twenty Five, Twenty One) ◌ Just Watching You, Jeong Se-woon (Alchemy Of Souls) ◌ Chunhyang-ga, Lee Ji-hye I (Pachinko) ◌ Still Love You, Yoo Hwe-seung (Tomorrow) ◌ Hollow, Sød Ven (Blueming) ◌ Wanna Be Your Lover, Monday Kiz (Soundtrack no. 1)

[itscooltoskate]

Lionel Messi 🤝 Timo Boll

Wonder child

Lefty

Can effortlessly switch hands/feet and still make incredible shots

Stayed in one club for nearly all his career

Is/was the mvp of said club

Loved by everyone

A true players’ player

Has won pretty much every trophy there is

Has been no 1 with 36 +-1 years old

True sportsmanship

Humble

Introverted

Can't separate him from his respective mate/coffee

Really cares about and takes time for his fans

Just a guy™ with some massive talent and a hobby

No drama, unproblematic king

Married to childhood sweetheart

Been a pro athlete for way longer than normal people

Getting retirement questions in interviews and answering them with “I’ll play for as along as I enjoy it and haven’t thought of that yet”

Most importantly: adorable af

I rest my case.

[burntcyanide]

rare lost media cooking mama x hylics dlc !!! all levels use oranges somehow. version without gorma or title (tw because. half of gibby's head is on the cutting board and bleeding non detailed "blood" [juice]) - - - - - - - - - - - -

[emburbaguette]

“What do we have here? How long it has been, o sister mine?”

“I do not know you.”

“But *I* know you, Ydiklas. The Light may have changed you, you may have taken on the form of the Eliksni, but you will *always* be one of us.”

“…”

Made some developments to Ydi’s story! I realized i havent posted anything of her (by name) yet, so i’ll probably make another post soon.

Really excited to see how the story for the season goes, especially with how ill be able to fuck with Ydi’s lore

[ghostlygunk]

man this game is great

[andi-o-geyser]

just another day wasting away in margaritaville trying to figure out how the actual fuck the Grand Army of the Republic is organized. send assistance i am shaking sobbing crying in a corner

[throttlegainwell]

... Okay, now there are two missing Iconoclast scenes in my fic WIP binder and a small side fic from El's POV, following what she was doing in the background. So like. Naturally. Of course.

(Still not writing them just yet. But they are multiplying.)

[koushuwu]

stay

minors do not interact | okumura koushuu x reader

event | masterlist

tags/cw: spooky sports entry, werewolf!koushuu, manipulation, toxic relationship, obsessive behavior, angst, kidnapping (of readers male friend), very vague context, no editing we die like neji. tell me if i missed something pls.

“where is he?” you asked, voice quivering as you looked your boyfriend in the eye. his ears laid back flat against his head, almost blending in with his blonde hair.

“gone,” koushuu said. not sure exactly what you’d expected when confronting the werewolf, but it wasn’t this. not that blunt carefree tone, as if he’s just commented on the weather. maybe that should have been expected, though.

“what do you mean gone?” you asked. your hands were already trembling. your friend had gone missing and when koushuu had let slip that he knew something. that he’d helped you by taking him off your hands. your blood had run cold.

“don’t worry about it.” your insides started twisting on themselves, at the way he dismissed it, like it was nothing. it wasn’t nothing. it wasn’t nothing. how could he— why didn’t he care? it. wasn’t. nothing.

“koushuu,” you said. harsh. accusatory. a warning, as the worry you’d carried for days rose like bile in your throat. “what did you do to him?”

“i said don’t worry about it. he won’t bother you anymore,” koushuu said, taking a step towards you. one that you matched backwards, nimbly keeping him out of your personal space. he looked at you, tilting his head to the side, ears falling slightly. hurt.

“that’s not the issue here,” you pointed out, still keeping your distance. your boyfriends droopy ears most often made you feel for him. made you want to go to him and comfort him. but this— this was too much. even as it seeped into the tight knot in your stomach. your chest. too much. your eyes were burning and your voice thick as lead. “he didn’t bother me. he’s my friend!”

“he made you cry.” your lower lip trembled. he did make you cry, but you’d made him cry first, and now you were never going to salvage that friendship again. you were never— the first tear slipped from your eye. koushuu’s eyes widened. the second tear followed and he moved in, hands extended toward you. “no. no, no, no. don’t— don’t do that. don’t cry. please. this isn’t what i wanted.” your own feet moved before you even considered, carrying you backward, keeping the distance, hands in front of you like a barrier.

“don’t— don’t touch me.” his ears twitched. tail swishing. a low whine sounded from the very back of his throat. you knew that sound. just like you knew the way his tail flicked and his ears dropped even further. you knew his mannerisms. but you’d never known he’d do something like this. he’s stopped his charge, staring at you with those big wet eyes. the change in his mannerism was stark. from not caring to the embodiment of heartbroken.

“please don’t do this.” the desperation in his voice ripped at your heart, making the tears flow harder. “okay. okay, alright. i’ll let him go. just— please don’t cry. don’t push me away.” let… let him go? you didn’t think before you moved. with your hands fisted in the front of his shirt, you stared back at him through the tears. let him go?

“he’s alive!?” your hands trembled. your voice trembled. hope. a little glimmer of hope pushing back against the tears.

“he’s alive,” he agreed. he was alive. your friend was alive. koushuu’s hands on your hips, fingers winding into the fabric of your shirt, clutching the fabric and pleaded. “you can’t push me away like this. please. i need you.”

“let him go,” you said. you needed to hear him say it again. needed him to promise you.

“stay with me,” he said instead, hands moving to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

“let him go,” you repeated, still holding his gaze as his arms tensed. scared that you’d disappear if he let up for even a moment.

“i’ll let him go. just— don’t leave me.” one hand moved into your hair, claws grazing your scalp as his pulled you against him.

“you can’t pull something like this again. promise me,” you said against his shirt, voice stern, but still tick from the tears.

“stay. i promise. just—” koushuu cradled you like you were the most precious thing to him. like he never wanted to let you go. maybe you should have been been disturbed by the way he hadn’t cared about removing your friend at all. but right now, you just felt relieved. his lips pressed against your hair. “stay.”

“i’ll stay.”