#but anyway! into the soup

[enderspawn]

idk which one of your blorbos this would be, but i feel like divine loser by clem turner could apply to a couple

LEGIT I have been trying to apply blorbos to this song for like Weeks now and none have fully stuck yet but— okay wait nvm post cancelled can we fucking talk abt this genius annotation

#10/10 song tho #but yeah. bc of the title I keep specifically looking at the apotheosis crew but. hm #one I don’t know them Well enough for something this relatively Vague in concept #and two I REALLY want it to be Peter bc. haha divine loser. but I *think* he conclusion I came to is *if* it’s any of them it’s rumi #< don’t ask me how I came to that conclusion bc I don’t know it happened a while back okay BFKSNDNN #honestly if anything it’s like. all 3 at different times. like each claims their Own Line(s) #but anyway! into the soup #og post #answered #anon #personal

[lastoneout]

the whole guilt-tripping language in posts about important topics paired with how I'm still getting bitches in my notes talking about why it's actually good to tell "bad" people to kill themselves continues to prove to me that a lot of people have absolutely no concept of social justice or activism outside of assuming the worst of and then viciously attacking strangers on the internet

#the worst part too is this is just the logical conclusion of the hyper-individualistic society #that thrives on isolating us from each other and our communities #anyway pls get out and go volunteer to clean up litter or at the soup kitchen or something #y'all need to see that your actions can have both good and bad real world consequences #and also interact with people who share your values but come from different walks of life #and also how to organize with people you don't always 100% agree with #so yeah hang out at the farmer's market or smthn y'all really need to connect with your communities

[alaraxia]

needless to say the vibes were in shambles

#felt like I got whiplash #yeah yeah it’s on me for shuffling a multi-hundred song playlist we literally call The Soup #the weird songs add the tecks ture to the soup #never know what you’ll get #anyway I don’t normally post this much so if y’all are expecting this forever then lol lmao even #mini me #digital art

[piecesofbrokenrecollections]

AJ: AA is 50% Apollo trying too hard to sound cool in front of Klavier and 50% Klavier twirling his hair in reaction to it

#ace attorney #klavier gavin #apollo justice #klapollo #apollo justice: ace attorney #eleanor's ramblings #i wish i actually had some klav-playing-with-hair screenshots but my klapollo-soup brain can only do so much #anyway have some classic 'hiya' content

[a2zillustration]

Don't worry we're getting back into our sillies after those last couple serious comics.

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[[ All Croissant Adventures (chronological, desktop) ]]

[[ All Croissant Adventures (app) ]]

#I love aylin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #act II spoilers #croissant adventures #tav #ketheric thorm #dame aylin #I am so stupid I found Isobel's room in moonrise and just did not put 2 and 2 together lmao #in my defense I read literally everything in this game and my brain is soup #anyway I love it #comics

[cozylittleartblog]

8th annual nick valentine post! fallout 4 npcs Love sitting. they'll see a chair and ask "is anyone gonna sit here" and not wait for an answer. its like nick is on a personal quest to sit in every chair in the commonwealth. if he sees a chair its on sight

its because his joints are bad, obviously. he's like 140

#fallout #fallout 4 #nick valentine #fo4 #art #doodles #comic #fallout soup #do not tag sole survivor or ship please and thank u (she is not the protag!) #once again i see your weird video game quirks and bugs and raise you headcanons for all of them #i like to think about all the stuff that happens in the game besides the literal gameplay #stopping to sleep places or to shelter from the rain. tending to injuries. or just synth maintenance #having a picnic in an abandoned department store :) #the general realities of living in the commonwealth #anyway poor ol peepaws got fucking robot arthritis can we get Fs IN THE CHAT

[xfreischutz]

swan knight for magical knights zine! blessed by cygnus and themed after lohengrin (but only for the swan knight motif and none of the story)

#art #wow i haven't posted art here in years #anyways i completely forgot about this piece what with life and all #life is rough! #one of my joys is the ajinomoto nabe cube......it's a nice cup of soup/broth for when i want a snack but don't want to actually eat anythin

[mossy-paws]

they’ve been cooked…. (PHIGHTING!)

Yea Twitter really liked these ones lmao, anyways the first one was for a trend and the second one is just a silly follow up to it LMAO

#I actually had a lot of fun with these #I’m trying out a bit more of a “clean” style (specifically for chibis and such) and I honestly really really like it #It’s much easier to do stuff like gradients plus it’s pretty simple and nice! #I’m also working on a bunch of mermaid au chibis as well so those should be out soon! #I am kind of tied in with comms though so it may be a bit before I get to them #but hopefully they shouldn’t take too long :3! #Anyways enjoy the SFOTH eggrolls and icedagger soup #You can purchase them for 2944838482939 bux at catshots Café :3c #art #artists on tumblr #phighting fanart #phighting! #digital art #roblox phighting #phighting roblox #phighting #phighting art #roblox #PHIGHTING #phighting icedagger #icedagger #icedagger phighting #darkheart phighting #venomshank #illumina #phighting darkheart #illumina phighting #darkheart #ghostwalker phighting #ghostwalker

[cuubism]

I didn't even share any exterior shots with you all. Failure.

Go to the New Inn it only takes an hour and a half to get to from central London 😂

Can't miss it the sign is painted on like 50 times, presumably so Dream would DEFINITELY find it.

No WAY Dream can miss this. Well, maybe he can, he can be a bit dense at times.

THE NEW INN! TOP LONDON ATTRACTION! (in my heart)

#can you all believe this is the thing I was most excited about doing for the whole trip 😂 #this is my Buckingham palace. this is my London eye #definitely in the top 5 things ive done on a holiday purely for the self indulgent silly quality of the errand 😂 #the place is so cute and charming for real and their soup was really good😂 #and the neighborhood is nice its right between 2 parks #anyway I'm still riding the high yes indeed #the new inn #dreamling

[dragonflavoredcake]

Gem: It's like feeding two birds with one hand! Impulse: You mean killing two birds with one stone? Gem, very serious: I would never hurt a bird. Grian: That is completely untrue and you know it

#incorrect hermitcraft quotes #hermitcraft incorrect quotes #geminitay #impulse #impulsesv #grian #geminislay #pesky bird #soup group #or two thirds of it anyway #gingerbread duo #hermitcraft #hermitblr

[khytal]

for love and for peace (of mind)

#vashwood #nicholas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #trigun #khyt.art #a good bowl of soup can fend off any horrors I think #I firmly believe that wolfwood is just as good at cooking as (if not better than) vash #I like to think that it comes to him naturally #since he probably didn’t cook while he was with the eye #anyway day 2 yippee

[katabay]

some death mark sketches! somehow I missed the death mark 2 announcement trailer entirely??? belatedly, I’m excited to see that daimon will be showing up in dm2 🥳

#death mark #I am too tired to fight autocorrect on their names right now so I will add those tags in the morning #stop…..changing daimon to daikon…please……….. #anyway. he’s my favorite guy. I want to feed him. soup. #I feel like this character was made to push every button in my brain like oh my god hello #kazuo yashiki #shuuji daimon #daimon shuuji #yashiki kazuo #spirit hunter death mark

[ruubesz-draws]

Audrey and Bendy/Ink Demon are getting along well.

(Technically, Bendy is Henry's son but I still want to make Audrey and Bendy friend-ish half-siblings)

Original here (Poor ducky btw)

#bendy #bendy and the dark revival #batdr #ink demon #bendy and the ink machine #batdr audrey #bacon soup #they are like frieniblings #idek if that's a word but you get the idea #bendy is Henry's son btw #he always was #and always will be #i shud probs draw more henry with bendy #cos old man needs to see his son #*sob* #gonna be a touching moment I bet #but anyway #audrey and bendy are getting along well #they do this all the time #it;s ok #do not repost #my art

[powderblueblood]

Ooooh lacy falls asleep watching a movie with eddie and he hears her having a sex dream

an: LMAO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! alright MINORS DNI i have no problem sending swarms of bees to your houses and also warning for somnophilia (kinda) and hands free ejaculation

first of all, who the hell falls asleep during the warriors?!

the gramercy riffs have just dedicated 'nowhere to run' by arnold mcculler to the warriors and shit is about to go down and your head is bobbing forward on eddie's worn-out couch.

he rolls his eyes at you-- really? "hey." a finger jabs at your knee from the opposite sagging end of the couch. "wakey-wakey. it's just about to get good over here."

"mm-- i'm awake!" you jump, but your eyes barely flicker back open, lashes all heavy and voice all loopy.

"tough day at the office?"

"you would not believe." he watches you struggle to muffle a yawn and pinch your cheeks to liven yourself up. "christmas returns. you remember all those old men that kept coming in and buying copies of the joy of sex?"

eddie guffaws lightly. "uh-huh."

"well, today i met their wives."

eddie mouths a little 'oh no!' and you chorus back 'oh yeah!' and even then, with your cheek shoved against the heel of your hand, he can see you're struggling for consciousness.

"lie down," he tells you. your brow furrows, because you're always more stubborn than tired.

"but the movie--" "fuck the movie. well, no, it's a great movie but just-- take a load off."

you sit up a touch straighter and eddie's about to give you shit about always being such a little pushback. but then you decide, "okay. just for a sec."

what he doesn't expect is for your head to land in his lap.

i mean, couches, opposite ends, you could have cozied yourself up against the slouching arm, but no. you decided to stretch yourself forward and settle with your head basically in his crotch. facing the ceiling. facing him.

eddie's breath shallows as you look up at him, your expression the closest thing to peaceful he's maybe ever seen you. you don't even have that little hitch between your eyebrows you sport like a uniform. looks like that night in his trailer, when he hid you away in his bedroom, which-- look, memory lane is not on the agenda for tonight.

"do me a favor?" you say, and your voice is this cracked little purr.

your hand blindly tugs at his, resting it on the crown of your head. oh. right. that hair petting thing. that thing he gets you to do when you're not being such a pill or he's worn you out from being such a pill. you're so nice with your fingers, see, pressing them against his scalp in a way that makes his whole body shiver. scratching a little sometimes-- a little too harsh sometimes, which makes him cringe away. but not because it hurts. because it... does other things.

eddie sighs, like it's really putting him out, like you do, and slides his fingers into your hair. but that's nothing compared to the sigh you let out.

fuck you. how can one little puff of air make him want to flip you over and mount you?

but he's trying to be normal about this-- he's trying so hard, because you're friends, right?

he doesn't think before he says it. "that feel good?"

"mm-hm," you mumble, hand sliding across your stomach, tucking under your breasts, getting comfortable. "mm-hm... careful of your rings, though."

"i'll be... i'll be careful."

"thanks, eddie." your fingers rise to brush against his tummy, some physical acknowledgement of gratitude that he's sure you mean as like, a nudge on the shoulder or a slap on the back or a high five or a fist bump but it sure as fuck doesn't feel like that.

especially when your fingers stay there, suspended in position as you've fallen asleep almost instantly. like stick a fork in you, you're done.

which is a relief. because less movement from you means less focus on you, which means eddie can pretend to watch the movie and pray away the halfsie that is nestled at the back of your skull.

problem is, you're awfully hard to stop looking at.

as your breathing deepens, his fingers slow and he just... watches you. the ascent and descent of your chest. the soft flicker behind your eyelids. the way your mouth parts ever-so-slightly. you're exhausted, but you're relaxed and he-- alright, fucking shoot him, he feels a little responsible for that? a little proud, okay? you're never relaxed. you're so high strung and sharp, but the edges of that seem to dull around him a touch. especially on nights like these.

eddie finally deludes himself into chilling out enough to tune back into the warriors, and then you make a sound.

it's a soft one, but enough to pucker your lips out of shape.

"ohmm."

eddie freezes, jaw winching. your fingers flick involuntarily against his stomach-- a twitch. a very dangerous twitch.

you make another noise and fuck him, if it doesn't sound like the first delicious note of a whimper. oh god.

and his fingers are still tangled in your hair. ruffling a little, breathing out heavily through his nose, he goes, "lace-- lacy," but it's zero response from you. just a hitch in those eyebrows.

and so lazily, so feline, he feels you sleepily nudge into his touch. if he didn't know any better (he doesn't, for the record, he's never known anything in his life other than this moment, if you really want to know), he'd think that was a sign to... keep going.

digits move against your scalp and he watches, unblinking, as your lips part. a sigh flies out, and not the kind you make when you're fed up with him, not the kind you make when you get a less-than-perfect grade or snag your tights or have a headache... not that kind.

different. sweet. the way he though you might sound, once all those defenses were smashed down. how much is it to rent a bulldozer.

his dumbass, age-old pajama pants are tightening by the second and they don't hide a fuckin' thing. how are you not feeling this.

well, whether you are or you aren't, he's still moving his fingers through your hair and you seem to like that and he's so, so happy, like he's so, so stoked but-- watching the breath hitch in your chest, watching the way your tits kind of slope out of the neckline of your shirt, watching goosebumps flash across your skin.

jesus christ, he can see your nipples through that thin little top you're wearing. tight and pointed, an illusion through the slinky cotton and binding of your bra.

eddie's teeth tighten into his bottom lip, his free hand gripping the back of the couch. this symphony of quiet, broken sounds coming out of you is a full extended play in and of itself, and he wants you on repeat. forever.

your hips lift the tiniest fraction. your fingers, still curled up by his belly, stretch and catch at his t-shirt.

"oh, fuck," eddie breathes, hoping he's quiet enough.

he's doing everything, and he means everything, not to move his hips even one iota even though his cock is crying out-- crying out for you, for your hands, for your mouth, for the crook of your fucking arm, anything so long as it's you.

"mmnm," you mumble, completely unaware, thighs rubbing off one another.

aching. dashing a wet spot right under your pretty, brilliant, terrifying, pretty head.

oh, fucking wake up-- feel me-- but don't, because what if the illusion shatters, what if the bubble bursts, what if you see him for the filthy fucking pervert that he is, getting off on watching you sleep. stroking your hair, making you make those noises-- the fucking sounds coming from those pouted, pillowy lips of yours.

he throbs, and your other hand jerks up to your chest, and his thumb strokes the right side of your skull and you moan. full-bodied. almost real.

it's so dangerous. he wants to turn you over and plunge his cock past your smartass mouth and weaken immediately because you're you and he's him and he will end up begging you to let him gloss your lips with his cum.

too much! way too much! eddie has to bite down on the shoulder of his own shirt as his body tenses, his balls tighten, his vision blacks out--

his eyes squeeze shut, hand freezing on your head. moisture spreads like guilt across his conscience.

fuck. fuck. fuckfuckfuck!

eddie's eyes snap open and he doesn't waste a second of time. he grabs you by the shoulders and shoves you up and away from him.

"wmwhatthefuck--" "--gotta piss. move."

but he sorely underestimates just how dizzy he's going to be when he stands up. he stumbles to the bathroom like keith richards getting off a ride at six flags.

"eddie?" you huskily mumble after him, and he's like, ready to kill you. ready to kill you. ready to give you a home lobotomy so you never say his name all needy and crackly and lovely like that ever again.

when he eventually slinks back, different pants on this time, you give them a pointed look. you're all criss-cross applesauce on the couch and he, like, fucking hates you and wants to carry you to his bedroom bridal style and tear off your panties in a single mouthful.

"costume change?" you ask.

"you snore like a coal miner, you know that?"

eddie's never wanted to fuck a coal miner before.

#powder room talk #deadlynightshade-and-hyacinth #hai brainrot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #so anyway i'm gonna eat some soup #l. doevski by powder

[kazimo]

Yin Yu and Quan Yizhen visit a ghost while running errands (also they're married)

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #quanyin #yin yu #quan yizhen #tian guan ci fu #fanart #i always forget how hard comics are to make #anyway i love them #would u share ur soup w qyz

[m-for-now]

As someone who is genderfae (microlabel under genderfluid), I have a lot of different experiences with gender.

I just wish someone told me sooner that it won't go like "today I'm a girl" "today I'm an enby" but more like ,,, "today I am a swamp witch" "today I am a feminine victorian vampire boy" "today I am a forest goblin collecting people's stares about my gender expression like shiny rocks on the ground" "today I'm an androgynous pirate lady"

Like,,, sure, are those real genders? I don't fucking now. If a cisgender person asked me what I identify as that day, would I answer like that? No, definitely not.

But to my genderqueer, trans and genderfluid friends; do you get me? I can't be alone with this, right?

#genderfluid #genderfae #gender expression #genderqueer #transgender #nonbinary #queer #questioning my gender yet again #gender crisis #gender #my gender soup has so many flavours you don't understand #i needed to explain to my friend that when i say i want to dress like the cutest victorian inspired goth vampire prince #it's not actually a male gender #like.. you would really think it is #but that is a very nonbiney gender somehow #don't ask me how #or maybe it does count as male? #but the femininest androgynous male you can think of #like cute pretty let me giggle like a little girl kinda feminine #i don't even know if half of these things make sense #“why don't you just say girl or enby” #because moon witch dark cottagecore female isn't the same #as go out in the sun and enjoy the breeze i command a ship androgynous pirate lady female #anyways