#there's more to come

[ebhutchins]

"Come here, cupcake."

#caitvi #there's more to come #lgbt #wlw

[omniallen-ceo]

HEEEEEEEELPPPPPPPPPP

i was finally able to watch the episode

HELP

THIS IS JUST THE START OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL .............

"I'M HERE FOR YOU"

ALLEN IS SO SWEET AND HELPFUL!

And Nolan venting to Allen, lol.....

I HAVE TO COOK MORE FANART AND WAIT FOR S3...

shout-out to @grand-regent-thragg for seeing my vision LOOL

#invincible #allen the alien #omni man #omniallen #allen you have to comfort him #there's more to come #hype #husbands

[piiinkfreak]

mlp human designs p.1 yay

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#fanart #digital art #redisign #human design #mlp #my little pony #twilight sparkle #rarity #ahhhhh #i did the wrong simbol on rarity #sorry guys #i wish i did her in a more regal style #but she kinda has this business lady vibe that I like #kinda #the bg is bad and i know it sorry #anyways #there's more to come #already am coloring the next one

[allieisacrybaby]

Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the (un)dead?🩸

#sneaky peaky #🙈 #there's more to come #this is just the tip of the iceberg #get excited my loves #greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #sammy kiszka

[caucaxican]

RDR2 as text/twitter posts | part 1 / ???

#red dead #red dead redemption 2 #i told you i was making a series!!! #THERE'S MORE TO COME

[thatsladyfaggottoyou]

Despair x Reader (gender non-specific)

It's very simple: the Endless are not allowed to love mortals. So you don't call it that. You call it something else.

Adoration, you call it, or mutual beholdenment, or sometimes you call it 'need.' But not love. Never love. Because the Endless are forbidden to love mortals, and you are so very mortal.

You love things about her.

You love the weight of her body against your own. You love the sound of her voice from your mirror in the morning. You love the little gifts she leaves--baked goods or hearty things or, one time, her cardigan. She, of course, smells like nothing, but you imagine you catch something of a scent like shed snakeskin in the deeper fibers of the cardigan, and you'd never found comfort in decay before then.

She loves things about you, too.

She loves how you yearn. She loves the defiant hope that beats in your chest when she sinks her hooks too deeply into your heart--you are mortal, after all, and so she knows that you know she cannot love you.

She loves the feel of your hands on her skin.

She loves the way you love the way she loves the way you love her.

But the Endless are not allowed to love mortals, and so she will not love you.

You talk about, sometimes, what will happen when you die. You tell her you will beg Death to bring you to her. You have seen her realm, the world behind the mirrors, all gray mist and little rats and shards and spiraling glass. You think--if it was by her side--that you could make a home there, too.

Despair tells you, often, not to long too much for Death; you are hers, first, after all. And though she does not love you (cannot love you, for she is Endless and the Endless cannot love mortals), she cares for you, and for the debts you still owe her. The debts of food and warmth and comfort and her cardigan: things you must find some way to repay her for, and she will stay by your side until you do.

(Death, for her own part in this, cannot help but think it is a very silly dance the two of you do. But it makes you both so happy, and she would see her sister happy. She knows you will not have to beg her long.)

There are a pair of rats that live in a lavish cage in your apartment, and who every morning (after a repayment of kisses--things owed must always be repaid) are let loose to roam the floor of your home, making themselves comfortable on your shoulders or lap or by your side as you ready yourself for the day. They are hers--are her--too, and you love them. (They do not love you; they cannot. But they abide you well and enjoy your company. You do not wonder if it is the same thing.)

You care for the rats (for her) and accrue new debts owed to you--debts Despair must repay. Food and warmth and comfort and kisses, all things she must repay you in time for, and she cannot leave in full--cannot leave your side permanently--until she does.

And if you cannot remember who owed whom first, and if Despair chooses so carefully to forget, then the cycle--debt, and repayment, and overpayment, and debt--must continue until such a time as all sheets are balanced.

Or, you suppose, until Death do us join beyond mortality--for Despair is Endless, and the Endless cannot love a mortal.

#despair of the endless #sandman imagine #this one got away from me lads #there's more to come #i love her so much

[his-pair-of-spare-glasses]

One of my contributions to the @iqlucis zine. It has aged a bit by now and I’d most likely do some of the things differently BUT I still very much like it and was happy to contribute.

The flask went through a design process as did the clothes. And, yes, the patterns are handdrawn.

#ffxv #Ignis #fashion #zine #fanart #iqlucis #myart #this was very much fun #but also a lot of work #There's more to come #stay tuned <3

[jackxxspade]

WE ARE

BADASS TEMPLE

🐉 MAGSU

🌙 JACK SPADE

📸 Arsense Imagery

#kuko harai #aimono jyushi #badass temple #hypnosis mic #hypmic #cosplay #photography #cosplayers #there's more to come

[fategoflatass]

Shoutout to my aunt who thinks YouTube is an English band.

#mai.txt #2024 just began #there's more to come

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

LMAOOOOO

Doing God's work in making my mutuals happy. So proud of myself

@emiko-chan-is-here, glad you liked it dndben

#There's more to come #Do your homework tho >:/ #sam's talky talks #Thanks for the praise though djdnsn you're making me blush #Glad you ate it up like how Taichi ate Takaaki's pussy– *gets shot* #As the chef that's the best compliment there is LMAOOO

[egocentered]

#david oakes #cold skin #just wanted to have a closer look at this collarbone #shamelessly objectifying men #photo edit #movie #we're on a trend here #there's more to come #naked david oakes #not sorry #godwin of wessex #earl godwin #vikings: valhalla #vikings valhalla

[jomiddlemarch]

Over here simply haunting your ask box, like a Dickens Christmas ghost! Holiday prompt #12, baking gingerbread (or other cake/cookies), Anne/Gilbert, if you please, and if you have the time! xx

“What are those, Anne?” Diana asked, pointing to the pile of unevenly shaped, lumpy brown biscuits which were keeping uneasy company with Marilla’s famous cherry jam thumbprint cookies and some of Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s golden shortbread. Anne cradled the well of her tea-cup and let the steam rise up like a genie before she answered; she knew Diana wouldn’t mind waiting because she was a bosom friend and had shown it even more every day since Matthew died.

“I don’t know, to be honest, Di,” Anne said. “I found them wrapped up in a clean dishtowel in a little wicker basket by the side door. There wasn’t a letter or a card or anything to say who made them or what they were. I know they don’t look particularly appetizing, but I thought I should at least put them out before I throw them away. They made me wish we had a cheerful pig named something splendid like Hieronymus to feed them to, but alas, we only have the chickens and the cow and it wouldn’t do to put Buttercup off her feed. We’d have no butter or milk for a week.”

“Marilla would never let you name a pig Hieronymus,” Diana remarked. She picked up one of the biscuits. “I’ll try one, a little bite anyway. If it’s terrible, I warn you, I’ll spit it out in my napkin.”

“You can’t offend me, Di—I still remember all those sets of Hammond twins,” Anne said.

Diana sniffed at the cookie, then took a dainty bite, chewed for a moment and then smiled.

“I know what this is—and who it’s from,” she said.

“Don’t keep me in suspense,” Anne said. “Have I a mortal enemy in Avonlea who wishes to dispatch me with inedible pastry? It cannot be a secret admirer—"

“You have a friend, you goose,” Diana said. “As soon as I tasted it, I knew what it was.”

“Well?”

“It’s the Blythe gingerbread,” Diana said. “I’ve tasted it a thousand times, it’s their own spice blend and Mrs. Blythe will never say exactly what the spices are and in what proportion. But she never made this, she’d be horrified if she even saw these, halfway to burnt. Gilbert had to have made them.”

“Gilbert?”

“It’s not that surprising, Anne,” Diana said. “He hasn’t tried to hide that he wants to be your friend and it makes sense that he’d want to give you something—but in a way that you don’t have to thank him for it. It’s true these aren’t the best biscuits, but it’s the thought that counts and it’s awfully sweet of him.”

“It is sweet, isn’t it?” Anne said, looking at the biscuits again. He only had the most rudimentary baking skills, which was understandable since he was the Blythe family’s only son, but she imagined him in the kitchen, measuring out the flour and sugar, his brow furrowed as he considered how much of each spice to add, maybe licking a smear of molasses off his thumb. 

“I’ll have to thank him,” she said.

“I suppose,” Diana replied slowly. “Or you needn’t. He didn’t leave a card or a note. I don’t think he expects you to say or do anything. He just wanted to do something nice for you. I don’t think he expects anything in return, not even a thank you.”

“I’ll have to return the cloth and the basket, though,” Anne said.

“You leave that to me,” Diana said stoutly, as if she were undertaking one of Hercules’s twelve labors. Anne smiled again, thinking of Diana with the basket in the crook of her arm and Gilbert finding it on his doorstep, the cloth neatly folded with little pine tassel tucked in as a talisman.

#anne of green gables #prompt fill #anne/gilbert #anne & diana #shirbert #bosom friends #matthew cuthbert #sweet #gift-giving #we stan gilbert blythe #fruitloopsforlife #brace yourself #there's more to come #domestic

[clinically-not-straight]

Alright so, I got messages from a dom, I'm just that sexy. The conversation went awkwardly and it was very clunky until this happened.

Anyway, so we continued, because why wouldn't we

And of course her response was

#there's more to come #she didnt shut up over night somehow?

[trailsofstars]

DMC5 free-cam - V

#devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dmc #dmc5 #dmc V #I'm having way too much fun with the free cam #there's more to come

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

What are your Poptropica ocs?

I had to look through my stories just to remind myself XD

Fauna: Half nymph, half satyr from Mythology Island. Her personality is actually similar to Rumpelstiltskin, now that I'm thinking about it!

Willie the Steamboat: A talking cartoon steamboat from Rubber Hose Island. (At the end of The Parent Trapped he gains the ability to turn into a submarine and back)

Merboy: No, that's not his actual name XD The humans just call him that (the way Bambi called the skunk Flower). He comes from the Merpeople world. He likes to turn humans into Merpeople.

Kronos: The evil little baby pulling all (well, most) of the strings. Is the embodiment of Time and the Nexus.

Terra Strail: Terra Strail is actually this lady. I just gave her a name. I also made her take the identity as the Crystal Crusader.

Crystal: An Ice Giant that Terra Strail befriended on Ice Giant Island. 

Okeanos: Kronos' older brother, and one of the few Titans who didn't participate in the Titanomachy. Back in the day he tried to keep the islands separated, since it would help prevent Kronos from finding a way to escape.

Dark Astro-Knight: An Astro-Knight from a different timestream whose island was sent to the Void. They are actually this costume, I just added a character and convoluted backstory to it XD

Myson, Olivia, and Jordan: Gender-bend Terrible Trio basically :)

Rhea: Kronos' honey. She saved Zeus from being eaten by him! She is trapped in Tartarus with the other Titans, but can appear to humans in a spirit form: a lioness.

#there's more to come #ask #poptropica oc #fauna #willie the steamboat #merboy #kronos #kronos poptropica #terra strail #crystal crusader #crystal #okeanos #okeanos poptropica #dark astro-knight #myson hartman-wong #olivia hartman-wong #rhea #rhea poptropica #poptropica

[ljfoxie]

This is part two of my little backstory...

Like many of the other archangels, Lucifer possessed skills and certain powers, all of his siblings had different “party tricks” and Lucifer’s favourite was shape shifting, in particular transforming into a serpent. Now the Garden was almost impossible to get into if you were an angel, God’s creatures however, well they got a free pass. And so Lucifer was granted entry in his serpent form, he just wanted to see Eve in the flesh, just a little peek. She was so cute in her little fig leaf outfit, her long brown hair and hourglass figure. Lucifer’s only obstacle now was Adam, the big dumb smelly human that she was living in the Garden with. 

Lucifer visited a few times before he made actual contact with the object of his affection. 

God had told Adam and Eve not to touch the fruit that grew on the largest tree in the Garden, they happily obeyed and the tree remained in perfect condition, never picked…until one fateful day. 

Lucifer watched Eve fawn over stupid Adam, even bear his children, it drove him mad. She only had eyes for him, he was a handsome specimen, even Lucifer could appreciate how aesthetically pleasing he was. 

During his constant visits to the Garden, Lucifer’s older brother, Michael, grew suspicious of him and where he was disappearing to. Archangels rarely left heaven and when they did it was under God’s instruction, but young Luci was always rebellious and wasn’t one for following the rules. He had already devised his plan to attract Eve and make her his forever, he just needed to deal with the dumb blond who’s whole life was controlled by the organ in his fig leaf and not the one in his head. 

Lilith, now roaming the Earth and transformed into something demonic and vengeful outside the Garden, was easy to manipulate, Lucifer promised her Adam if she would just help him get Eve out of the Garden to be with him, and in return Lilith could take her rightful place beside her husband. 

There was only one problem with this plan, Lilith didn’t want Adam back, she wanted him dead. 

Luci wasn’t bothered how she distracted him, as long as he got Eve it was of no interest to him. The only problem with his plan was that Adam would be banished but there was nothing stopping God from creating another human for Eve, so Lucifer had to make sure she would be banished too. Bring on the fateful day!

To Be Continued...

Read Part One Here

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #writing a book #the backstory #there's more to come