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been sitting on this for a lil bit and don't think i'll get around to fully finishing it so here's some skulk fundy au art (one with lights, one without)

god this silly has officially wormed his way into my brain

Go All Out

With Horror

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Your first mission.

It wasn’t going very well.

Of course that was mostly because you couldn’t rely on magic like your opponent did. Or like the rest of the gang. Killer had been paired up with you for that very reason. Couldn’t have you dying on your first day. Though, Killer only did so much.

It was supposed to be a routine raid. Get in. Distract the residents. Take what they needed. Get out. You and Killer were one of the distractions. And you just had to meet the oddly dressed Papyrus of this world. That wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t a swap au. Killer had immediately engaged in battle, leaving you to dodge what blasters and bones came your way. You weren’t sure if you should try to help or stay out of the way. Killer had it handled right?

Your soul turned blue.

“Well, well. Hello, human.” Said a voice behind you.

You fought the hold on your soul but it tightened. You grunted and tried to look behind you.

This world’s Sans had his face hovering over your shoulder. “Ah, ah. You wouldn’t leave a new pal hangin’, would you?”

Your face twisted at his grin. Wasn’t he a swap? The magnificent Sans or something? What was he doing? This wasn’t how the gang described swaps.

He grabbed your shoulders and you suppressed a flinch at the contact.

“Release me.” You said, much calmer than you felt.

He chuckled. “Normally, I would. But~” He blinked slowly but when his sockets opened again, his eyelight was blue. “I saw who you came with.~” You tried to lean away from him. “We don’t take kindly to raiders here, human.”

You fought his hold again. You needed to get help. Your eyes went to where Killer was fighting Papyrus. Maybe he would hear if you-

A hand went over your mouth. “Nope~! Let’s not bother your friend, hm~?” He whispered in your ear. “He looks busy.”

You struggled. Surely, Killer would see you. He had to. He was supposed to protect you for this mission. He looked so focused, though.

A blaster charged up pointing you direction from where the battle was going on.

You broke the hold on your soul and tried to break away from the weird Sans. His hand stayed clamped over your mouth as the other wrapped around your waist. You thrashed trying to at least get away from the blast. The blaster fired and suddenly the world lurched as Sans rolled with you out of the way.

His grip tightened on you and you felt him try to get a hold of your soul again. “Woah! Almost lost you there, didn’t I?”

You growled through his gloved fingers, kicking at him. You had to save yourself.

“Feisty, aren’t we?” He purred, pulling you closer so you couldn’t kick properly.

Your eyes widened. This was a Lust au, wasn’t it? Nonononono. You fought even harder to break away. You knew what the gang had told you about these aus.

He started pulling you backwards. “Don’t be scared, sugar plumb. The Majestic Sans will take care of you~.” You couldn’t break his grip. His strong and practiced hands held you secure. You felt his breath on the back of your head. “You won’t remember a thing~.”

Sans yelped as you were yanked backwards. Another hand grabbed your upper arm and ripped you away from the pervert. You scrambled to steady yourself and break away from the new threat when you locked eyes with Horror. He gently released your arm and rubbed where he’d grabbed you before turning back to the swap with fire in his eye. You stepped up behind him, not willing to leave your partner in a fight again.

“Don’t touch her.” He growled, towering over the opponent in his crushing grip.

Sans cursed and summoned a bone.

That was a mistake.

Five blasters and an uncounted amount of bones appeared around Sans as he swung at Horror’s arm. He didn’t even nick Horror before he was dusted. Horror heaved with his fist crushing the dust in his hand. He wasn’t moving.

You peaked around his large form, concerned. “Hor-”

“AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Horror screamed. His blasters went off again and started blasting a hole in the ground where the Sans had once been. Bones imbedded themselves in the ground before evaporating under the blasters. You shielding your eyes at the light show and radiating heat.

“HORROR!!!” You shouted over the storm of sound. “HORROR, HE’S GONE!!!!”

The attacks gradually slowed to a stop. You and Horror panted for a minute.

“Woah.” You said at the destruction before you.

His attention snapped to you. You flinched. His eyelight had zeroed in on you and was but a pinprick of black against burning red. He didn’t seem to recognize you. Again.

You stepped back.

Horror shook his head and the tension in his shoulders dissipated. He looked over you with concern. “Are you… hurt? . . . Anywhere?” He looked like he wanted to step closer but restrained himself.

You sighed when you saw the Horror you knew come back. “I’m fine. Just startled.” You glanced down at the hole. “I… didn’t see him coming. He…” You hesitated. “He caught my soul off guard.” Should have kept your guard up. Always keep your guard up.

Horror growled at the hole. “Good… riddance.”

“Yeah…”

You and Horror shared a moment of silence.

“Woah! What happened here?” Came a voice at your side.

You lashed out, swinging a fist at the intruder. He caught your fist and smiled at you.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N.” Killer said. “So what’d you and Horror have against the ground?” He pointed at the hole.

Horror growled and came at Killer before shoving a finger in his face. “Where were you?”

Killer lifted his hands in surrender, grin gone. “Hey, I’m just one guy! That Papyrus just wouldn’t die! I was gonna kill him and be back at Y/N’s side before she even noticed I was gone! I swear!”

Horror’s growl got louder. “The Sans had her.” He snapped.

Killer’s wide sockets turned to you. As if he thought you’d correct Horror. When you didn’t his mouth fell open. “…Well, shit… You okay, kiddo?”

You nodded. He hadn’t gotten violent while he had you. So nothing was bruised or broken.

Killer’s face changed to something you didn’t recognize on him. “I didn’t mean physically. Are you okay?” Oh. That look was sympathy wasn’t it.

You hesitated to answer. Were you okay? Nothing had happened. Nothing that bad at least. Did that count? You weren’t sure. “I don’t know. I think so?”

Killer and Horror shared a look before Killer spoke again. “Let’s go meet up with the Boss, yeah?”

You nodded. He gently grabbed your sleeve to teleport.

Nightmare locked eyes with you the second you teleported. You looked at your feet. He wouldn’t let you go on a mission again after that. You couldn’t handle yourself for two minutes! You were a liability if they had to keep a constant eye on you. This was your only chance to prove yourself as a valuable member of the team. You’d messed up.

Nightmare rounded everyone up and you all went home. Horror had his hand on your shoulder the entire time.

“Freshen up.” Nightmare said as he moved towards his office. “Afterwards, everyone gives a report. Don’t take too long.” He was gone.

Dust, Killer, and Cross started checking and cleaning each other’s wounds. They moved in tandem. You mindlessly watched their quick and efficient movements. They worked so well together. You even saw Dust hand a wrap to Cross while they both were facing opposite directions. Killer managed to keep up perfectly while yapping his mouth off as usual.

The hand on your shoulder gave a gentle squeeze, pulling your attention away from the orderly chaos. Horror looked down at you. “Let’s get you… clean.” He mumbled.

You nodded numbly and followed him to a bench against the wall you hadn’t noticed. You must have teleported into the medical wing of the castle. Horror had you sit and grabbed a first aid kit. When he opened it you realized that it was specifically a monster first aid kit. You were completely at a loss for what anything in there was. There was even a bag of candies. Horror opened it and passed you a candy. You accepted it from his hand as he pulled out a salve of some sort.

You stared as he took your right arm and gently pulled your sleeve up. You reached to stop him when you suddenly noticed a large burn mark on your arm. When did that get there? The fog in your head started to clear.

Ow.

Ow!

You pulled away from Horror at the rush of pain that shot through your body. “Ah!!” You yelled. Why did it only start hurting now? Why didn’t you feel it earlier? You fearfully pulled away from Horror. Did he do something to you? What could he have done? And why would he hurt you? The guys from across the room stopped what they were doing and looked over at you. Seeing you holding your arm away from a concerned Horror, Cross got up and walked over. Dust and Killer slipped out of the room together.

“Y/N.” Cross squatted in front of you, pulling your attention away from Horror. “You’re okay. Your adrenaline is wearing off. It kept you from feeling the pain. Horror isn’t hurting you. You’re okay.” He held your gaze with a knowing look. “It’s okay.”

Horror cautiously took your arm again. You looked back at him, flinching back. Cross set his hand on your knee.

“Y/N. Look at me.” Your head sharply turned back to Cross. His face was just as gentle as before. “Keep looking at me. He’s just cleaning you up. Can you tell me how you got burnt?”

You thought back to when you were dodging Killer and Papyrus’s blasters. It must have happened then but you made sure to check yourself each time. So when did… Your eyes widened. When Sans had dodged with you. You must have still gotten hit.

“Killer and Papyrus were fighting.” You started slowly. “He had my soul. I broke free but he grabbed me. A blaster fired at us. He rolled with me at the last second. It must have hit me then.” Your mind was numb again.

Cross nodded patiently. “Who had you, Y/N?” He gently probed.

Your mouth shut.

“Sans.” Horror said quietly.

Cross’s eyes shot between you and Horror. You looked at the burn on your arm.

“Hey, keep looking at me.” Cross beckoned. He tipped his head into your line of sight until you obeyed. “You did a good job.”

“No I didn’t.” You said without thinking.

Cross’s lights flickered for a moment. You saw a flash of recognition and grief in his expression before he regained his composure. You couldn’t find it in you to care. You’re sure you’ll feel regret later. He tilted his head at you. “Why would you say that?”

“I couldn’t take care of myself. I failed.” You stated bluntly.

That expression flashed again. Yeah, you’d definitely feel guilt later. “Y/N.” Cross stressed your name. “You weren’t supposed to be in that situation. It wasn’t a test. It was an accident. You weren’t expected to hold yourself in battle on the first day. The goal was to show you how we did things. What happened wasn’t your fault.” He smiled at you. “You did good.”

“No.” You corrected again. “I got caught. I couldn’t get away. I’ll never be able to keep up with you guys if I can’t even beat a monster that was holding back. I did not do good.” You felt sadness press against your barrier. You pushed it back.

Cross looked sad. He went to speak again when you looked away, effectively ending the conversation. He sighed.

“Done.” Horror stated. He had cleaned and wrapped your wound with a long loop hanging off the bandage. He nudged your other hand which still held the candy. “Eat that. It… helps.”

You popped it in your mouth without care.

Dust entered the room again. “Hey, guys. Reports.”

Horror nodded and stood. He offered his hand to help you up. You took it despite not needing help. He lifted the loop from the bandage over your head. It held your arm in a makeshift sling. You gave the sling an upset look. As if you needed to look any weaker.

You silently followed Horror and Cross to Nightmare’s office where they would enter alone for their report. You waited to go last. You needed to psych yourself up first before you saw Nightmare.

Horror went before you and when he came back out he gave you an encouraging smile. You didn’t react as you entered the office, carefully not to bump your arm in the door. Nightmare sat at his desk scratching things down on paper. You sat on a stool and waited for him to finish what he was writing. Trying to distract yourself, you looked at the shelves behind him, reading the titles.

“Normally, when someone comes in to report,” Nightmare startled you, setting his pen down. “They start the conversation.” His eye leveled yours.

You look down. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” Your free hand grabbed at your collar.

Nightmare sighed. “I see you got your first injury today. Care to tell me how that happened?” His fingers drummed on the desk.

You took a deep breath and straightened to give your report.

After your full report, Nightmare remained silent. You ended up slouching again in an attempt to go unnoticed.

“What makes you think any of that was your fault?”

You shrugged.

Nightmare heaved a deep sigh. “Did you know, Horror struggles to use his magic?”

You shook your head.

“He doesn’t teleport. He doesn’t summon bones let alone a single blaster.”

Your brows drew together and you looked up at Nightmare. You’d just watched him summon five…

“Horror has a very hard time focusing his magic. I have yet to see his blasters. None of us have.” He let you mull that information over. “He told me that he wasn’t sure what happened. That he was just angry. He saw that Sans dragging you and acted. Horror purified the world of his dust.” Nightmare’s brow rose. “We would have all done the same. Do you know why?”

You shook your head again.

“Because you are important.” He stated. “You are worth it. If you didn’t have a use, you would never have been brought here in the first place. You’re not just a guest or a weapon or a tool. Just like everyone else here, you are family.”

You shrank into yourself. As much as you wanted to hear those words, you didn’t think you deserved them. You hadn’t done anything to earn them. Nightmare stood and walked around the desk to stand next to you.

“You’ve done enough, Y/N.” He said, gently grabbing your arm. You flinched, the feel of that Sans’s hands still fresh on your arms. Nightmare pulled you onto your feet and into a hug. “You are priceless.”

You melted into his arms. You really needed that hug.

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BROOO. HE KNEW

just noticed this in the ep ‘Into the Bunker’ so, yeah. 🥲

Hi hi hi haiiii!!! ^_^ Daisy here!!!!!!!!

Another day... Another edit... There we go!!!

Eddieee!!!! Wooo :3

I think that he would do such a great job as a childcare worker!! Wouldn't he!

Actually... Maybe not just Eddie, all neighbors!! They're friendly enough to do that job!! Just look at them!!!!! But... Maybe except for Frank... Well... At least he would try his best...!!!

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Art: partycoffin (On Tumblr !!)

All I Want by Kodaline is THE Destiel song and no, you can't change my mind.

Can we talk about the scene where Luke moments before dying asks Annabeth if she liked him. Many people see this as a disgusting pedophile moment, but I was thinking about this, and I had a thought.

What happened to Luke after Thalia died? He became vengeful, he started hating the gods. It was his turning point and it led to his own death. Why? He loved her.

Luke knew how much death of someone you love affects you, by the way I mean romantically. He knows it. He fucking died for it.

So just think about how this might have been him making sure that she didn't like him that way. Making sure that his little sister doesn't get hurt because of love. I mean he doesn't know about percabeth now does he. He wasn't there. Last he remembered she saw him as a role model and had a tiny crush on him (she did you can fight me on this). So why can't this be him worrying that she might end up like him in the future.

Why must it always be Luke and Annabeth.

The family he promised was Thalia, him and Annabeth.

I think after all he did, thinking about Thalia and Annabeth in his last moments is completely in character for him.

Hiya!

for the drawing request thing, could you draw Needles from tmagp? You're artstyles really cute and I think it would suit him (no pressure tho)

here you go!

and aaaah thank you i'm so happy you like my artstyle 💙💙💙

It's always really nice to see someone rec my stuff, but to see one of my favorite authors rec TWO pieces of my work is really really neat to see! Thanks so much!

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

A collection of fics I’ve read (/reread) and thoroughly enjoyed in the past week-ish from all kinds of fandoms and genres.

BNHA

Putting Infinity into Words by redrobin1989

Soul Mates have evolved with quirks to become Soul Bonds in which one feels the entire emotional spectrum and a fact about their future relationship. Or so Izuku had heard, he’d only ever two Soul Bonds and they both caused him pain. Until All Might and Yuuei and he finally learned what it was like to have a loving, thriving Bond.

Honesty’s The (Best?) Policy by honeyandsunshine

“Disorientation is one of the quirk’s side effects, along with dizziness, confusion, and flushing later on. He’s going to tell the truth the entire time, but the truth may be…” Aizawa stares exasperated at Midoriya before running a hand through his hair. He mutters something under his breath that sounds distinctly like goddamned problem child, before continuing. “It may be slurred and difficult to understand.”

Hanta does his best not to stare. He does not think his actions are convincing to anyone.

“So it uh… I mean, it’s like…” He eyes Midoriya’s disorderly movements. “He’s… drunk?”

– OR:

Aizawa is tired, Midoriya gets drugged, and Sero uncovers some uncomfortable truths about his friend’s past.

Between a Rock (And a Hard Place) by honeyandsunshine

Midoriya’s past is minefield just waiting for the right trigger. Todoroki’s present isn’t any better. Iida gets caught in the middle.

Or:

“You can’t tell Aizawa-sensei. You have to promise me you won’t tell him.”

Something builds in Tenya’s chest.

“I-“

“Promise me, Tenya.”

What else can he do?

“I- I promise.”

Harry Potter

rust and fur and reception sticks by rexcorvidae

Remus Lupin was 22, and broke, and barely capable of taking care of himself. These were things that he knew. But he knew this, too: He could not allow Lily and James’s son to stay in that house. - remus makes an impulsive decision, and has to deal with the consequences. he doesn’t regret it nearly as much as he probably should.

ATLA

A Baptism of Fire by azenki

[A baptism of fire: a difficult introduction to a new job or activity.]

Crown Prince Zuko’s introduction to his new role as exile is difficult indeed. Chin Zun only wishes he didn’t have to watch.

Or: there were citizens at that Agni Kai. Chin Zun is one of them.

The Witcher

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OR

Jaskier comes from a far humbler background, and would really like to know why Yennefer never came back for her youngest brother.

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Jaskier is a regular human bard, and Geralt could swear that yesterday he’d had regular human teeth. They’re just a little bit too long for his mouth, now- too white, too sharp. A predator’s. Jaskier clicks them together, experimentally, and winces when he bites his tongue. “Fuck anyone you weren’t supposed to?” 

“I don’t fuck anyone I’m supposed to,” Jaskier says, a little proudly.

I Know The Kindest Thing (Is To Never Leave You Alone) by WinterSky101 (+ podfic)

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(Honestly, how did Geralt not notice that Jaskier didn’t age for decades?)

all some children do is work by some_stars

It’s two children, he realizes as they slowly sit up. They look about eight or nine, not that he’s much judge of children’s ages. One is a girl, dark-haired, in a shabby dress. The other is a boy. His clothes aren’t much better, and his hair isn’t much lighter than the girl’s, but his eyes—

His eyes, Jaskier realizes with a distant sense of horror, are gold like a cat’s. His mind makes one more valiant effort to keep from connecting the obvious dots and recognizing them, and then it finally does.

“How in the unholy fuck,” Jaskier says to no one, “did this shit happen?”

really self indulgent and weeby dating sim ep, but like those cools ones that usually need to get kickstarted

am I the only one who liked five and lila?

Uploading these a bit late but Art fight batch #1

Pokemon & Spidersona for @/Iower Samson for @druzsea Chips Ahoy for @quirefeast Nadja for @/Akatina8 Deborah for @/DeborahWolfborn

op turned off reblogs due to getting harassed over this post but i agree with this too hard .m y post now

reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like

couple’s t-shirt idea

chat do I tell him Iike him or do you think he knows? (we very much say we're married but in the most platonic way possible, he only makes gay jokes sometimes)

If you couldn't tell, im Uzi btw, that's our discord

Ok, but WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABT HERA JUST- AGREEING TO RELEASE ODY AFTER FINDING OUT HE NEVER CHEATED ON HIS WIFE???

Ngl, Greek Mythology could never make me hate you, Hera dear

i’m sorry but i don’t want this post to ever end lmao, it’s too godly for that

have we considered....

there being one Dream blob controlling a robot???

my employer is a fucking playdoh

Hazel's fact was so sad this week :(

I can't believe the phrase "tater lung" is going to make me feel things now

Blair Witchtrial/craft/hunt & Carmington Tré from Every Place I Cry at Holy Shit Improv