#sungle

[lofilrk]

[amomiamo]

I have to draw this after I saw this hair style of Jisung god…how come you looking soooo good, you just a baby chick TT—TT 💖

[un-pearable]

what do you mean you think sonknux is a rarepair

[abirddogmoment]

On a morning hike

[eebie]

hehehe

[keykidpilipili]

Hmmmm I wish other grail fronts had skins for the poster servant too B/

[999moreyears]

why is me chilling in only a bra so taboo... THESE ARE JAMMIES!! yall dont understand at all

[applejuiceyjuice-art]

i would love for the final to be onceler vs cecil its just… so fitting

voting for sans is so obvious cmon guys i thought we were countercultural here

[ribbonandthyme]

Work in progress of a fairy circus oc because I like to see how many tropes I can cram into a single character

[anervousmirrorball]

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[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Uff. Like I needed the tub faucet to disintergrate!

I used a hack saw and got through the fiberglass, and hoped the problem would be simple. Well, simple as decades of rock hard mineral buildup would make tightening things up. Yeah, there is the insane mineral build up, but it turned out the metal itself is cracked!

The faucet is my main source of water since the sink is screwed up. I don’t wanna have to go out to the hose at the dog lot every time I want water…

[msclaritea]

Stupid publicity stunt between Ryan Reynolds and Musk, confirmed. Didn't know the two were such friends.

[enterrandomname]

Albert Wesker x Gn!Reader

Warning: May be OOC, who knows, Wesker being possessive(?)

Word Count: 436 words

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“Dearheart, have you seen my sungl-” He paused, a smirk forming on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you impersonate him. He found it quite amusing.

“Uroboros will be released into the atmosphere, ensuring complete global saturation." You huffed in annoyance as the sunglasses kept slipping down your nose despite multiple attempts to adjust them.

“So that’s where they were.” His voice startling you. Oh shit, did he see your horrible voice-acting skills? “Albert! At least give me a warning! You could’ve given me a heart attack.” You placed your hand on your chest, feeling your heart racing. “Do you want them back, darling?” You watched as he made his way toward you.

“Dearheart, I never said that I wanted them back.” He stated, gripping your chin as he placed a kiss on your cheek. “In fact, I want you to keep them as a symbol to show others that you’re mine.” His gloved hand made its way towards your chin, stroking it. You could only gaze up at his radiant, crimson-feline-like eyes. Almost finding yourself hypnotized by them.

You bit your bottom lip, finally glancing away from your husband’s hypnotic-like eyes. “Darling…” He never acted like this. Shaking your head, you sighed as you wrapped your arms around his chest. Wesker’s eyes widened for a moment, his body tensing in response. You had almost forgotten that he wasn’t used to hugs.

“Now I feel bad for even taking these. How about we go shopping next time? And then we’ll be matching!” You exclaimed, placing your hands on Wesker’s face. His eyes stared into yours before he nodded.

It’s almost absurd how you were able to tame the beast inside of him. He was always gentle with you, afraid that he was going to kill you instantly. The Albert Wesker being afraid? It can make any person laugh as if you were crazy!

Suddenly, Wesker’s phone rang, shattering the peacefulness the two of you were enjoying. He muttered curses before answering the phone, his back facing you. “What is it?” His eyebrows furrowed as he heard the news. “I’ll be there. Don’t do anything foolish till I get there.” He hung up, not wanting to hear another word from the caller. You frowned, as you knew what this meant. Work, work, and even more work. Apparently, being a god was more important than you.

“Don’t worry, dearheart,” he said soothingly, turning around to face you with a feint smile on his face. “If you behave well, maybe I’ll reward you, hm? Would you like that? A reward for just being a good little pet.”

[keimiwolf]

Red hood feet dangled off the roof. It had been a good day. Most of the winter supplies were passed out, the new homeless shelters just finished construction and people started moving in today, they were much but enough to keep the cold out and get food to those that needed it.

Hood leaned back on the roof. He had some more hats and coats that should go to the colony in the west, too stubborn to move into a building, but luckily not stupid enough to refuse help.

Now to start on his night tasks, a new drug was making the rounds. It left the user unresponsive, seizure, vomiting, then organs start failing. In all one dose will kill you in 6 about hours. Not fun, and definitely not allowed on his streets.

New dealer had been making his way into hoods territory, sailing to Anyone who gave them cash they needed to know who was ok to sell to and who they lose a hand for. the rumor that-

A small body crawled onto is lap, shaggy black hair and big sapphire blue eyes stared at him. The boy had to be around 3 or 4. And is far too comfortable sitting so close to the edge of a 5 story apartment building.

Jason carefully put his arms around the kid. the last thing Jason needed was a kid falling off a roof.

"My name is Danny Fenton I was born on Christmas Day, I don't know who my datty is and Mummy's gone away. All I want for Christmas is for someone to take me home. Does anyone want a Christmas child of their own."

"I'm not Santa kid."

"I know Santa for the rich kids, and I'm an orphan. It's ok though cuz Ally kids have you, and that's even better!" Danny cuddled closer to Jason. The poor kid must have been out for a while he was freezing to the youth and definitely needed something to warm up.

"Then I'll do the best I can." Jason carefully worked his way back onto the roof before standing and placing the kid on his hip, some what glad his helmet hid his teary eyes. "While I work on your Christmas wish how about some hot chocolate. I'll walk you back to the orphanage."

The kids smile put Dicks to shame. Jason would definitely need to buy some sungl-

No Bad Jason no adopting black hair blue eyed children with tragic backstorys. You are not Bruce.

"I get a wish and hot chocolate! Best day ever! Thanky Mr hood."

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It was early on Christmas morning when Jason gave in. Its been two weeks since he dropped Danny off in a orphanage that looked more suited for rats then children. the kid had never been far from his mind.

He keep his word and had been looking for a home for Danny, but everyone who could take him Jason always found a problem with.

Yesterday when he went shopping he wondered into the toy Isle and left with more then the gallon of milk he went for. The gust room was now equipped with 5 new plushies a night light and a galaxy themed blanket.

Getting up Jason dialed the phone. It was far to early for anyone with normal hours to be awake., but he needed to do this now before he talked himself out of it.

"Hay Alfie, would you mind calling the guy for me-"

I decided to write this instead of sleeping sooo for give any grammar errors. Also merry Christmas Eve!

Inspired by this song:

[cupids-fiction]

just started dead boy detectives and neil gaiman rlly said make ALL of them hot. EVERY SUNGLE ONE.

WHY ARE THE CROW AND CAT MEN HOT.

[whimsicallywiddershins]

I'm just imagining one day that George, Alanna, Jon, Thayet, Numair, Daine, the knights, ect are just hanging out after a council meeting or something, and they all start talking about famous ancestors, cause they are all noble and I'm sure they all have great records. And George is sitting there, listening but quiet, cause he really can't contribute to all these ancient bloodlines and kings and such. Jon feels bad and is like

"George, do you have any interesting family members? I've bet you've got lots of famous thieves." You know, the include him. And George is like.

"Well, there is this one lady, Rebekah Cooper. She was a guradswoman that caught some big kidnappers and such."

And everyone's like, cool cool, how ironic, ect.

Then Jon starts thinking. That name is familiar, but he just can't place it. So later everyone is drunk and having a good time and Jon goes and unearths a book about his family. And there, in the section of his famous ancestor King Gareth III, there is a sungle page about his kidnapping. And one sentence mentioning his rescue by Provost Guardswoman Rebekah Cooper.

Jon goes insane. He goes running back to the little party and is like

"George!!! You won't believe this shit!"

And everyone gathers around and is amazed. That George's many great-grandma saved Jon's many great-grandfather. And there are lots of jokes about how Tortall would be lost without a Cooper there to save it.

But then, as the weeks go by, Jon keeps looking. He finds old Provost reports about a stubborn Puppy named Cooper that nabbed a notorious child kidnapper. About a rookie dog that ended a counterfeit ring practically singlehandedly. Reports left by Lord Gershom of Haryse, praising Rebekah Cooper for her work. Small accounts talking about an odd cat. A scent hound. The amount of people Rebekah Cooper saved. The difference she made.

And he compiles these findings, and spreads them around. Everyone is reading about this young Guardswoman that saved Tortall's people, over and over. Girls are inspired to become guards and knights and Riders. The Lower City is proud of its savior. The commoners are excited about a hero that came from nothing, like them. People start telling stories, making songs. Talling the story of Rebekah Cooper, so she will never be forgotten.