#all that good stuff

[lilybug-02]

The actual reason they ditched Chara.

Fan-art because I can draw. And I um.. kinda really love @akanemnon‘s comic…

Kind of a minicomic below…

Please forgive me. I’ve had this in my head forever and just wanted to share my AU meeting yours. That is my Final message. Goodbye. 🫡 jumping in this hole now 🕳️🚶‍♀️

#twin runes #all that good stuff #hnksdjnvkjsdnvojsdn I love your art style. like it’s so good and consistent???? like damn #it’s so professional looking. I’m always so impressed #and your comedic series really is amazing. I love the plot and setting and everything about it #um sorry I’m gonna get too fan girlie. have a good day #bread #art #my art #chara #frisk #kris #Susie #mini comic #deltarune chara timeline #lol

[lavaflowe]

A couple more iterations of Wukong I wanted to get out of my system! I had so much fun with these it’s gonna be hard to pick which one I’ll stick with💀

#tried more hairstyles more fur shapes #all that good stuff #I also Just introduced a friend to the book and I forgot how much I loved the little detail of the Tiger fucking exploding #absolutely hilarious #first time Tripitaka realized he was in over his head 10/10 #sun wukong #jttw #my art #tripitaka #jttw tang sanzang #character design #I also gotta stop doing these doodle sheets theyre kinda ugly

[downtohide]

I love the tone of a lot of early Alpha Couple songs where it's like we're starting to realise that something is very wrong here. maybe even something of horror movie proportions. but neither of us is going to acknowledge it in case it becomes real, and the lines are starting to blur between what's real and what's not.

#one winter at point alpha privative #stardusting #alpha incipiens #alpha sun hat #all that good stuff #the mountain goats

[trungles]

#cute fantasy doodles I did #unicorns #mermaids #All that good stuff

[its-a-gold-song]

isn't it wonderful

two of my best friends have coined the term "man core." it means something different to each of them, but they both aspire to it. sometimes I don't understand it. they'll point something out to each other and collapse in a heap of realization, and I'll make eye contact with another friend. oh, we love them. but other times, I think I get it. oh, the masculine. isn't it wonderful.

to one of my friends, "man core" means crisp suits with loose ties, snarky remarks. she is proud in her masculinity. she wears her ratty and loved leather jacket and her loose faded jeans to her rock band gigs. she shakes her short choppy hair and sticks out her tongue as she shreds a guitar solo.

we're getting ready for semi my senior year. I considered getting a dress but couldn't find anything that didn't feel performative. I get changed in the bathroom, and when I come out she looks at my outfit (my black suit and my embroidered corset top and my vans and my heatless curl sock buns) and tells me "you look very gender." I smile into her eyes and am surprised I'm holding back tears as I agree. yes I do.

to my other friend, "man core" means devotion and provision, running ahead to hold open the door, cowboy music. when declaring what type of aunt we all would be, we decide that she is more uncle than aunt. she comes to me beaming when the train conductor calls her "buddy." she sings the muppet part of "man or muppet" at our school variety show and practices ballroom dips with me for prom.

in our fall play we are cast opposite each other. my character is a woman who pretends to be a man. I am in costume a day early to be able to practice my quick change, and she has a slightly dazed look each time she turns to me. we walk through our combat and intimacy, and between the clang of swords and the quiet false kisses, she looks at my costume (my velvet doublet and my tights and my billowy period-piece shirt and my delicate braid crown) and tells me "you just. you look very man core." I smile into her eyes and am surprised I'm holding back tears as I agree. yes I do. so it's moments like this that I understand. isn't it wonderful?

#goldsong vomits #to clarify i am a cis woman and so are these two friends #but also #the masculine! isn't it wonderful #thoughts about gender #gender #mancore #lgbtqia #queer #gay #gender identity #all that good stuff

[onmaplestreetagain]

Actually Stranger Things is about how love — in all its nuanced forms — can be bigger than your worst fears.

#and if that's 'basic' or 'corny' or whatever the complaint is nowadays #then fine #I'll still take it #because despite rampant cynicism I still think that's what all good stories are about #yes it can be dark (it is dark) #no love does not save everyone all the time #it's never that simple #but stranger things speaks to that belief #it's about good vs. evil #the monster vs. your friends #ALL THAT GOOD STUFF #stranger things #stranger things 4

[wasty28]

#xie lian #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heavens official blessing #all that good stuff

[pe0ple3ater]

Back to my roots. Wrote something really normal. It's f!cell/c!roier, there's blood, attempted sa (NOT from Cell), there's sex, there's Roier being a freak. I swear to god I'm super normal about Cell as a character. Basically Cell kills someone and they're both horny about it

They get in a situation.

Cell was right when he told Roier initially that this was a bad idea. Picking up someone from some random club to get money was a bad idea. Roier knows this, but he'd been desperate to help Cell somehow. Anyway, even if it meant using his body.

Roier cusses and squirms; the guy's hand is around his throat, and he's laughing meanly in Roier's face. They're hidden in an alley; the rough brick against Roier's back is uncomfortable.

"Déjame ir" Roier snarls, trying to push him off. The guy laughs and leans into Roier's space, grinning, eyes dark and dangerous. Roier can smell the liquor on his breath, and his hand is too tight around Roier's neck. He fights to get out of his grip.

"¿Qué pasa perra? Pensé que lo querías," the man purrs, pressing his full body into Roier's. His grip cuts off Roier's breath, and Roier starts to panic. He scrambles, and his nails dig into the guy's arm, trying desperately to push him away. He feels lips on his neck and his skin crawls.

"Cell!" Roier manages to choke out, and the guy's teeth find themself in his throat. Roier wants to vomit. He doesn't think Cell will come, which makes tears fill his eyes. Why would he come? Why would he save Roier? A sob escapes his lips, and the man laughs, unoccupied hand tracing down Roier's stomach. Roier squeezes his eyes closed. Something warm explodes across Roier's face and chest. The hand around his throat disappears, but the weight against him gets heavier for a second before it's gone. Roier opens his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Cell is standing in front of him, eyes dark and wild, covered in blood. He's got his bloody knife clutched in his hand, and his chest is heaving. The man is on the ground, blood sprouting from his throat. He gasps up at them, eyes wide and hand pressed against the wound in his throat. His eyes glance between Cell and Roier.

Cell looks over Roier for a second. He reaches over and touches the marks Roier knows are on his neck, fingers so gentle and light as he touches Roier that Roier feels heat curl in his stomach. Cell's eyes snap down to the man, and he growls, straddling his lap and driving the knife into his chest over and over again. Roier watches, shell-shocked and shaky. He feels sick as blood splashes onto his skin and clothes.

Cell looks beautiful, his hair messy and his hands and clothes are covered in blood. His ears are pressed back, and the parts of his tail that aren't coated in blood are puffed up in anger. His face is curled in disgust. He's mumbling words in Portuguese that Roier doesn't understand.

Roier stumbles to the side and vomits, the blood and the feeling of the man's hands on him mixing and making him sick. He coughs and gags. Roier pants and closes his eyes, trying to breathe and calm down. Roier feels a sticky hand on his back and jumps, looking over and seeing Cell kneeling at his side. He's got a soft look in his eyes, concerned and beautiful. His face is covered in blood. It contrasts beautifully against his pale skin. Roier looks at Cell and laughs softly, shakily.

Roier didn't expect Cell to step in when the guy started getting too handsy. There's something between them, a heat and tension that makes Roier squirm, but Roier didn't think Cell would risk himself for Roier.

"Are you okay?" Cell asks softly, leaning closer to Roier. He nods, pushes himself up, grabs Cell, and tugs him closer. Cell is straddling his lap, hands braced against the brick wall behind him with his knife still in his hand, looking down at Roier. Roier's hands rest on his waist, looking up at Cell.

"I'm okay. You look so beautiful," Roier says, pressing his forehead against Cell's chest, his hands sliding under Cell's shirt and dragging against his skin. Cell shivers under his hands and breathes hard through his nose. He's disgusting and bloody, and it makes Roier sick, but he can't deny that he's hard in his pants. There's a body lying not even two feet away from them, someone Cell killed for him to save him. Roier groans and presses soft kisses to Cell's collarbones. Cell groans and twitches above him. "So beautiful," Roier mumbles, dragging his nails down Cell's back and reveling in the little moan it drags from his throat.

"Roier," Cell mumbles, pulling away a bit and grabbing Roier's hands gently and pulling them away. "I'm not really into all that," Cell says softly; his hands are tacky with blood, and Roier stares at them. Roier nods slowly and meets Cell's eyes.

"That's okay. It's not a big deal. Whatever you want," Roier mumbles and Cell laughs softly, settling down on Roier's lap. Roier groans softly, and his hips twitch up into the pressure. Cell purrs softly, grinding down against Roier's lap. Roier gasps and his hands fly back to Cell's waist.

"That doesn't mean I can't make you feel good," Cell mumbles, leaning down and kissing messily at his neck; every time his teeth scrape against Roier's neck, it sends heat shooting through his body. Roier's head falls back against the bloody wall, exposing his throat to the beautiful killer in his lap. Cell bites bruises into his throat and sucks hickies into the skin. Roier pants and squeezes his eyes closed, nails digging into Cell's waist. Cell's hands slide up under Roier's shirt, thumbing at his nipples and making Roier gasp and his hips twitch up into Cell's weight.

Cell mauls his neck, covering any marks the man before may have left, and Roier is so aroused that he's dizzy. Cell unbuttons Roier's hands and pulls his dick out from his boxers and his pants; he spits, and Roier moans.

"Get yourself off," Cell mumbles, nuzzling against Roier's neck and biting where his neck meets his shoulder. Roier wraps his hand around his dick and jerks himself off quickly.

Cell smells like blood and dirt and sweat. There's a cooling body close enough for him to touch, a person that Cell just drove that knife into so many times that his chest is a mess of blood and gore. Roier is dizzy with arousal, moaning and squeezing his eyes closed as his hand works quickly on himself. Cell mumbles against his skin between kisses and bites, telling him how beautiful he is, how pretty he sounds, and how helpful he's been.

Roier finishes between them, ropes of cum shooting onto Cell's clothes. Adding to the mess of blood and viscera covering Cell. The sight makes him gasp, cum, and blood soaking into Cell's clothes. Cell pulls away and smiles at Roier, showing off his wicked little fangs.

"We need to get going," Cell says softly, pushing himself up and stretching. He glances distastefully at the dead body next to them. Roier is sitting there with his dick still out of his pants, blood soaking into his pants, sickness still rolling through his stomach. Cell looks so in his element, beautiful and ethereal standing in the moonlight. Like a fallen angel.

Roier tucks himself away and quickly stands, stumbling on shaky legs. He reaches out and grabs Cell's hand, lacing their fingers together. Cell smiles, squeezing Roier's hand.

#this is so #well it's definitely something I wrote #cellb!t #ro!er #blood and gore #murder #all that good stuff #qsmpnsfw #I hope you guys find this shit hot because if you don't I'll be embarrassed #this fandom needs more fucked up writing #ILL DO IT MYSELF #peopleeater writes normal thing

[unsentbattleships]

#jercy #jason grace #percy jackson #percy x jason #jason x percy #pjo #pjo series #pjo hoo toa #all that good stuff

[mable-stitchpunk]

Ragatha becomes friends with Caine's newest creation, much to Jax's dismay. Seems like the Candy Man's pretty sweet on her. Maybe a little too sweet on her...

#The Amazing Digital Circus #Ragatha #Jax #Ragatha x Jax #Pomni #Caine #Zooble #Gangle #Kinger #fanfiction #Raggedy Ann and Andy a Musical Adventure references #Horror #Hurt/Comfort #Romance #all that good stuff #Spirited Away references #Ragtha befriends Candy No Face and it goes as well as expected #Jealous Jax #Bunny behaviors

[2xhbergggg]

Can you tell a got Gomens on the brain?

#I love character and ship playlists sm #I love making them I love browsing other peoples for inspo #all that good stuff #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens

[badlydrawnlilcal]

[You feel something touch your leg in the dark.]

[Turn the light on =>]

[…Oh! It’s just Lil Cal. You can’t stay mad at him!!]

CAL: HAA HAA HEE HEE HOO HOO!!!

[Might as well say hello while you’re here!]

#somebody had to right? #badly drawn homestuck #lil cal #homestuck #ask blog #homestuck ask blog #badly drawn #poorly drawn homestuck #all that good stuff #intro post #I guess #I’ll make an actual one eventually #lmao #bdhs

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Seriously, what if Callie is Pit-girl, and we are led to believe that the scene we're watching is one complete scene, where pit girl falls, and gets harvested and eaten, but it's parts of different instances, one where Callie is hunted down, possibly even by the adult Yellowjackets as a sacrifice to the wilderness, or maybe a recreation/copycat of some sort, and it's interlaced with segments from an actual hunt the yellowjackets did, where they ate someone else

#yellowjackets #callie sadecki #pit girl #mine #thoughts #theories #speculation #all that good stuff

[ride-a-dromedary]

Listen I love Halsin being the narrative character comforter in fic, but I need more where he is the comfortee either in turn, or entirely. Just for a bit.

#BG3 Musing #Halsin Posting #there are a few i've read but i need more - platonically even better #halsin very obviously *likes* taking care of people and finds himself more useful when he can #so i'm not saying take that away from him #but genuinely just a little - even just a hey i mended your shirt for you - you washed my hair now let me wash yours #someone bring halsin a cup of tea or something #a book a snack even #hey you mentioned your mom what was she like? #what are you making there? it looks complicated #all that good stuff

[liesyousoldme]

i've been waiting til i see it in your eyes

[Buddie | 3224 words | rated T | spoilers for 6x01]

One minute he’s playing Boggle with his kid and the next Buck is making a metaphor about couches and looking at him like he’s the only thing in the world that matters. It’s… it’s a lot, and Eddie knows he must be bright red because his face is hot, but Buck just keeps looking at him like it’s not five seconds away from sending Eddie into cardiac arrest. 

Somehow, he manages to sound completely normal when he says, "maybe that's how Bobby feels about interim captain."

Buck doesn't say anything back, but the conversation doesn't leave Eddie's mind easily. Not even just the words and the meaning hidden behind them - it was the way Buck looked at him. It was like…

It was like the way Eddie himself looked at Buck.

And isn't that a revelation to have over lasagna. 

The conversation breezes through how great the food is to telling Chris about some of their most recent kid-friendly rescue stories. Then Chris starts talking about the history project he just got assigned, how he has to research a famous figure in U.S. history and how he's got no idea who he's going to pick, but Miss Robins is going to give them a "really really long list" to choose from if they can't come up with their own by Friday.

And Eddie is listening to his kid. He really, genuinely is. But he's also watching Buck, who, about halfway through Chris' monologue about all the different ways people can be famous and how is he supposed to even choose a category much less a person, looks back with eyes that Eddie's scrambled brain can only describe as fond. He quietly clears his throat, looks down at his plate, then looks back up. Buck is still looking at him, this open and vulnerable expression that makes Eddie's breath hitch in his chest. He turns to look at Christopher because he thinks he might spontaneously combust into flames if he keeps looking at Buck while Buck's looking at him like that. Chris is winding down, debating with himself the merits of actors versus presidents and Eddie finds himself glancing back over at Buck, who catches his eye once more, then looks down at his own plate and smiles, his cheeks red.

And what the fuck is Eddie supposed to do with that?

They finish dinner quickly and Eddie offers to do the dishes and Buck says he'll dry so they end up standing side by side at the sink, and if Eddie takes a little longer with each dish than he normally would then that's his business and his business alone.

Chris complains about Buck's lack of couch again when he goes to the living room to watch television, and Eddie can feel Buck sigh from how their shoulders are pressed together. He mindlessly scrubs at an already clean plate and glances over at his best friend, who is vigorously drying the dish he made the lasagna in and biting his lip. There's a beat of silence and then Buck turns, just enough so that he can make eye contact with Eddie and his voice will still carry over his shoulder to Chris.

"Like I said," Buck says, and Eddie's heart is in his throat. "I don't want to pick the wrong couch."

continue on ao3

#buddie #buddie fic #my fic #911 fic #911 #couch fic #my self-indulgent take on the couch metaphor #friends to lovers #getting together #mutual pining #all that good stuff

[seijorhi]

Hey rhi not to harass you or anything but would you consider sparing any more crumbs of your upcoming fic

i swear on my LIFE it is coming nonnie!!

“You said you loved him.” “I don’t,” comes the immediate response. Too quick.  [Redacted] scoffs. “You still mumble his damn name in your sleep. He the one you’re imagining when I’m buried inside of you, making you cum, sweetheart?”

#i'm sorry #i feel so bad for taking so long with it! #this week #for sure #pinky promise #cross my heart and hope to die #all that good stuff #rhi answers #and #AND #i have the next two planned as well #you know what #i feel like i outed myself with this one #oh well #it'll still be a surprise #kinda #🤡🤡🤡