#that's funking HARD

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I need more junkrat amputee content- Like bro is missing half of his limbs and I rarely see people utalize that- I mean it cost him an arm and a leg to get those prostetics, they probabaly weren't cheap either. His nubs need to breath every once in a while

[nuclearanomaly]

IDK Emmrich... maybe that one should have been left alone

[skybridge-sound]

CHAMPAGNE SQUADRON is in the air!

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[buttonheart]

i like this bra so i put fem dabi in it

[assassin-artist]

look at my team dawg we're not making it to day 15

[cosmicdreamgrl]

vocal line x dimple stages for @cordiallyfuturedwight [ cr : 0613data, namuspromised ]

[ohposhers]

i need to know ur opinion on queen essence eddie, i need to know ur opinions on the funkfam

Queen Essence you mean the rizz master and only troll on the planet that can make Delta a nervous mess ? yeah im obsessed

[sugoi-writes]

Invictus - Alastor x GN! Reader (Fluff / Comfort)

A/N: Ahh, depression! Here is a little piece that hit me across the face while I was trying to recoup. Mentions of Alastor's regrets/angst, his mother's death (briefly/sparingly), reader is struggling mentally. I hope this can bring some comfort to folks who are going through it rn!

(lightly proofread, and made in heat of the moment, so sorry in advance!)

"...do you ever wish that you weren't the Radio Demon, Alastor? That you weren't the person you became?" 

Alastor blinks, looking up to you from across the table. What an absurd, curious question to ask. You were always full of these ideas, ones that perplexed him to no end. But when he saw the look in your glazed over, simmering gaze... he decided that humoring you would be best. 

"...come again? I don't quite understand the question, dear." 

Hands were fidgeting below the table, chest feeling tight as you formulated your next sentence. You felt like your ribcage was being crushed by a hydrolic press. The grueling, agonizing pressure from your anxiety was threatening to make you keel over. And for a moment, you thought you might give in to the feeling. Thank the stars for Alastor's reciprocation in this conversation. 

"Like... Do you ever hate the place you're at right now? As a person? Do you ever wish you could start over again? Turn a new leaf? New name, new face, new space.... I know you think 'redemption' is bullshit, but..." 

You continue to avoid him and his steely eyes, a sad smile gracing your forlorn face," If you had a chance to... Not be yourself. To start over and lead a different life... Would you?" 

Alastor's mind pondered many things. The reason he was sentenced to rot hell. The reason that his mother died. The way that he was raised, the people who he fratenized with in life. The accursed deal he was entangled in. There were many things that made him who he was. There were things that even he regretted. But for all intents and purposes, he was exactly who he needed to be... But he could always be more. 'More' would never be enough, truly. 

And so Alastor took a sip of his coffee, eyes down cast to the newspaper in his other hand," ...I suppose anyone would like a chance to start over. For menial reasons or otherwise." 

You didn't notice the way he smiled, your eyes still down cast to your trembling hands. 

"But if it's all the same to you, darling... I rather like the person you are now." 

Your eyes developed hot tears, threatening to cascade down your flushed face at any moment. Alastor sighs heavily, setting his newspaper down on the coffee table. 

"Invictus. Have you heard of the poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley?" 

You blink, a few tears tumbling down your cheeks," I... Can't say that I have, honestly." Alastor hums in acknowledgement, manifesting a parchment out of thin air. 

"Would you care to hear it?" 

You make eye contact with Alastor, his smile simple, unforced. His face hung perfectly neutral as he waited for your permission. You, of course, had no qualms about hearing his voice. 

"O-Of course... Go ahead." 

Alastor cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair as he began. 

"Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul." 

A part of you smiled on the inside. Unconquerable.... This was definitely Alastor-coded to you. You didn't comment on this as he continued.

"In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed." 

You feel the tension in your shoulders disappearing, slumping forward as your body finally relaxed. Something about his voice, the evenness and clarity of his tone made you react physically. You couldn't put your finger on it... But he soothed you. He always had. 

When Alastor stood, your eyes widened, watching as he started to advance towards you. 

"Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid." 

The filter over his voice thickens, typically a telltale sign of Alastor's emotions fluctuating. Was he frustrated with you? Cross with you? You should have known better than to talk to him like this... God, what an idiot you were. But Alastor didn't feel this way. Alastor strode directly to your side, a hand settling on the top of your chair. With a flick of the wrist, he dismissed the parchment. He was quoting the poem from memory now.

"It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll" 

Alastor leans down to you, his free hand going to your shoulder. He shakes it gently, his radio filter fizzling out. His voice was left raw and bare, only for you to hear. His smile reached his eyes as he continued, his gaze not wavering from yours. 

"I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul." 

A comfortable, round silence fell between the two of you. You were conscious of his warmth, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. You were aware of his heartbeat, strong and steady like a metronome. You were aware of his stature, bent heavily at the hip to match your height. Your felt his eyes, kind and sincere, searching yours for a spark. You felt your heart flutter for a moment, as the weight of the poem and it's meaning settled over you. 

"What a lovely poem, Alastor," was all you could mutter, voice dry and brittle from your fragile, emotional state. 

"Of course. A powerful one, at that. I reflect on it often when I feel an inkling of... Doubt. Trepidation." 

Alastor, the one-and-only Radio Demon, having self doubt? What a troubling thing for him to entrust in you. 

"I encourage you to remember it well. And, you must reflect on it when these feelings of regret and anguish wash over you. I find that it can be very helpful; illuminating. It can remind you of your importance; your agency in your afterlife." 

Alastor, in a rare moment of tenderness, pats the top of your head, letting his fingers curl and run through your hair. 

"Shall we talk about anything else that troubles you, darling?' 

You blink, still reeling from the poem, it's gravity, and the kindness being showered upon you," N-No I.... No, I think I feel much better now. Thank you, Alastor." 

The Radio Demon accepts your answer, giving your hair a playful ruffle. He stands back up to his full height, his hand retracting from you slowly. 

"Anytime, dear. Though I think it's time to get a head start on the day, hmm?" You look up to the Radio Demon, who already has a cup of coffee summoned for you. You smile, graciously accepting the offering. 

"Of course... But... Could you... Y'know?" You tilt your head torwards Alastor's free hand, asking for more contact. Alastor sighs dramatically, before granting you more affection. Just look at how hopeless you were... It was almost too much.

"I suppose a minute or two more of this wouldn't hurt, would it?" 

[haveyouheardthisband]

[canisalbus]

Compliment barrage! Your pose work is such a pleasure to see, your colors are so so good, you kill it with the expressions every time, and you’re really good at conveying the tone of each piece of your wonderful dogs! We’re all so lucky that you continue to share your art and your descriptions of them with us :)

Have a great day!

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he’s charming

but he’s also low-key

he keeps things cool and casual

he’s known for being a bit reserved but still very kind and thoughtful.

he would love small, intimate dates, like grabbing coffee at a local café or going for long walks, enjoying each other’s company without the pressure of a flashy date

he was shy AT FIRST

but he’s romantic at heart

you’d get sweet surprises like flowers, handwritten notes, and even songs written for you

he would also probably be very attentive to your needs, always making sure you feel valued.

nuno would be the kind of partner who supports you no matter what you’re passionate about.

if you have a dream or goal, he would be your number one cheerleader.

he’d help you build confidence in yourself, especially if you’re pursuing your own creative endeavors.

so fucking nuturing it hurts

nuno has an absurd number of bandanas, and he insists on showing them off like they’re prized possessions.

you’ll find him wearing a different one every day, and whenever you go anywhere, he’ll make sure to ask if you think it "matches the vibe."

he takes his bandana game way too seriously.

when a song he loves comes on, he gets super excited and starts dancing…

but it’s honestly hilarious.

he’s got zero rhythm and is always tripping over his own feet.

he’ll tell you, 

hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,

but you’ll be trying not to laugh while watching his awkward dance moves.

that was an intentional move. a new form of dance i’m calling ‘the wobble of destiny.’ it’s going to catch on, just wait

i’m not bad at dancing. i’m just advanced. you’re not supposed to get it yet. you’ll understand it when the world catches up with me.

due to him being really fucking charming

he doesn't always realize when he’s flirting.

he’ll casually compliment your friends and totally not mean anything by it.

but, of course, you’re over there dying inside while they blush, and he’s completely oblivious to the awkward tension he’s creating.

whenever he’s on the phone with someone, nuno will randomly adopt his best "rockstar" voice, even if it’s just to talk to your parents or a delivery guy.

he’ll dramatically answer calls like, “you’ve reached the one and only nuno bettencourt!” and immediately dial it back when they don’t react as expected. 

easily distracted by shiny things…

you could be having a serious conversation, and suddenly, nuno will stop mid-sentence and stare intently at something shiny or bright—whether it’s a reflection on the car window or a cool guitar pick.

he’ll interrupt the moment with something like, “whoa, that’s cool,” and then totally forget what you were talking about. he’s like a child in a candy store with anything that sparkles.

ooh, shiny! is it just me, or does that sparkle like it’s begging to be noticed? it’s like... a cosmic message. don’t you feel it too?

pet names are odd…

like very

he loves to come up with “cute” pet names, but he forgets them constantly.

one day, you’ll be “pumpkin” and the next day, “peanut butter.” the best part is, he’ll say it with absolute conviction, as if it’s totally logical. eventually, you’ll just let him call you whatever ridiculous name comes to his mind.

[fitzrove]

slay

[skybridge-sound]

CHAMPAGNE SQUADRON HAS YOUR BACK-DON'T GIVE UP

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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Ugly Kid Joe - Cats In The Cradle

[buwheal]

Ask sketched out for wway later that i rlly like but you wont actually see any of the pose because its obscured by his desk. so. :-(

[eroticlamb]

The Jimi Hendrix Experience photographed at Hyde Park in London, 1967 ♡