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SAWTOBER !!
Day 16+17: Collar+Shock "Sooner or later, you're gonna hate it."
You know, I recently watched the post @luckykittysshowerthoughts and I came up with an idea.
Imagine that MC and Michael finally met, no matter where - in Devildom, in Celestial Realm or in the human world - and just got to know each other normally.
Then, when they were alone, Michael began to sincerely apologize to MC for the traumatic events they had been through. Perhaps he made a bow.
At first, the MC were confused, because it's not his fault, why is he apologizing?
However, the more time passed, the more cracks appeared in their facade. In the end, all the emotions experienced surged with great force, and the facade collapsed. MC is just starting to have a real tantrum. Their legs stop holding them up, and they just fall to their knees.
Michael immediately knelt down after them and wanted to comfort them, but began to hesitate whether he should touch them. But when, in search of support, the MC themselves rushed into his arms and began to sob on his shirt, he did not mind. He just hugged them soothingly and began gently tracing circles on their backs with one hand. His halo shone with a warm, even light, and his wings shielded them from the outside world in a protective manner.
An angel would whisper all sorts of gentle and soothing things and promise to protect them. He would sit in this position until MC calms down. If they fall asleep on him, he will take them to the bedroom and put them to bed. Michael would stay with MC for a while.
He would surely give his blessing to MC and make sure they had a good sleep.
Michael takes his promises seriously, so he wasn't going to leave it like that. He will definitely keep his promise to MC, no matter what it takes.
the most important uquiz that has ever been made:
which hamlet character do you kin?
If My Masked Dancer OTP Met An OwO Cat..... (Part One!)
(I couldn't upload more images bc tumblr Doesn't allow you to post over 10 images)
Ohmygod? An Enhypen title track with non-hypenated words in its name????
IT'S YOUR FUNERAL — your assaulter believes you're fucking around when you say you'll go get your boyfriend. It's his funeral.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. k. bakugo x reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. assault, reader kinda fits in the damsel in distress role, katsuki knocking them out, gender-neutral, not proof-read, re-uploaded
When you shouted to the man who was currently attempting to squeeze your waist, the loud music drowned out your voice. Your words only became apparent when you pushed his hands away and salacity-filled eyes connected to those of your more adamant ones.
"Hm? What d'ya say, baby?" You shivered upon hearing the nickname he gave you.
"I said to leave me alone," you yelled again.
"Uh-huh?" he grins, finding your discomfort extremely amusing, "you want me to leave you alone?"
Firstly, you responded by asserting yes, but after some consideration, you decide that including, or else, is necessary.
When his head falls to his shoulder, he says, "or else what, baby? Whatchu gonna do if I don't?"
Frumpily, you reply, "I'll get my boyfriend."
"You'll go get your boyfriend?" He smirks, "where is he then?"
You point behind yourself at your golden-headed brute, decked in his finest. That would be some baseball cap and jeans adorned with a red wives-beater showcasing his enlarged biceps. "See him? He's got blonde hair. You can't miss it."
Unfortunately to your attacker, he does. He views you as pointing at the smaller, scrawnier blonde boy, with latte eyes rather than the much larger, bulkier, and crimson-eyed one he's talking to. The grin on his face only beams from knowing he would win if a fight broke loose because of his size and strength.
"Go ahead and get 'em, babe," He licks his lips as he anticipates victory, "I wanna talk."
Rolling your eyes at him, you contemplate how dumb and wacky he must be, but you keep that to yourself. Under the tinted lights, you see the aggressor's eyes watching you squeeze past sweaty bodies that flashed purple to blue and settles on pink before it shortly resets the rotation again.
As you catch how his eyes appear to magnify with uneasiness and how he clenches his jaw tight as you steer towards the larger blondie, you observe how he displays skepticism. Despite this, he holds firm.
From the corner of his eye, Kasuki notices you shakily emerging from the dancing bodies with a grimace glued on your profile. With a scowl on his face, he stares at you. "What's wrong?"
"Katsuki, some dude keeps trying to touch me," you whine, pointing to the guy who remains awkward in the middle of the dance floor. His stance reminds you of the stand you would take in front of your asleep parents to alarm them that you had vomited just moments ago. "He wanted to talk to you when I told him to leave me alone."
In response, Kaminari, the assailant assumed to be your boyfriend, whistles before smoothly vacating to bother Kirishima, as he does not want to be caught in Katsuki's wrath which occasionally tends to end up affecting everyone's day.
As Katsuki's eyes follow those of the guy who suddenly turns his attention to the people around him, he deepens his scowl even more. Your arm wraps around the arm of the man who kicks his feet off the wall, moving toward your aggressor. Contrary to you, he has an easy time crossing the dance floor, simply shuffling anybody off with a fuck off who tries to disrupt him.
As Katsuki approaches him further, it's hard not to assume the man is pissing his pants. Despite their similar height, he recognizes that he is standing in front of a fanatical hero who has doomed villains to the slammer half-dead with melted faces. The hero then asks, "Why are you bothering them?" But the man know it's bait to give him a story to fuck him up.
And as you expected, he turns into a little bitch. Although his mouth opens, closes, and opens again, he doesn't say anything. Rather than his randy stare that used to flit from your eyes to your waist, he now looks at you straight in the eye with fear as if he was begging for redemption. You don't grant him that kind of safety.
In the realization that he dug himself into this dilemma and only he can effort to dig himself out, he finally chokes out with his hands raised in the air, "L-Look, I didn't mean— It was a joke! I-I didn't realize they would take it—" before his words are cut short.
Katsuki's glare is venomous, "so you never took a hint after they told you to fuck off multiple times?"
It wasn't until the cold breeze that swept under your hair that you realized Katsuki was directing the man outside the club. Away from onlookers.
You could hear the man's heart drop before eventually, he is. Nevertheless, before that, he spewed out a topsy-turvy mess of "I-I— the music, it was— I couldn't—" before ultimately being clocked out by a fist that linked with his head. He falls backward onto the packs of stuffed garbage bags that end up ripping upon impact.
"Thanks, Katsuki," you say, depositing a stained, red kiss on his cheek.
In the end, Katsuki is content with the fact that the slimeball is sure to leave you alone, despite his irritation with the lack of brawl that the man seemed to be seeking before and was so confident about.
"Just doing my job, princess."
Find your name with the gif button and add the one that is the most relatable
“Stay on the path.”
11:33 a.m. // 10•07•21
Me when i've finally started the online process of animating (im tracing my drawn poses bc drawing on paper is easier for anatomy 4 me)
For anyone who’s ever wondered who they’d be in a 19th century novel, the wait is over: I put together a 19th Century Character Trope Generator!
If you’d like to reblog, put your character in the tags because I’m curious.
no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.
I'm doing this for their own good.
There's obviously a lot of talk about Tumblr being shut down, which does not appear to be happening, but do you think the re-organization will be enough to keep Tumblr running indefinitely? Or is this maybe the start of an eventual shut down of Tumblr?
What's super clear is our previous approach wasn't working. It didn't turn around the business to make enough money to support the investment of infrastructure and staff needed to run Tumblr, and a lot of users were unhappy with some of the changes we tried. There have been a few staff changes within the team, but basically what we're saying is starting January 1, 2024 we'll try a different structure with smaller, more focused teams working on the core parts of Tumblr that people say they want improved. We'll sunset or rollback some things we tried that didn't work.
I'm advocating for this change because I think it has a good chance at success. I don't do anything hoping to fail. There are lots of examples of products with hundreds of millions more MAUs and smaller teams than Tumblr currently has, and there are amazing examples like OpenAI and Telegram running circles around much bigger players with small teams. That's what we hope to replicate.
The good news is as well, since people leaving Tumblr aren't being laid off, they're just switching to other teams within Automattic, if something doesn't work or breaks we can always pull them back in to work on it.
TW: EYESTRAIN
400 FOLLOWER DTIYS!!!! FINALLY!!!
Rules are simple, just follow my boundaries listed on my blog intro!! You can mess with the perspective and colors, go crazy!! Do whatever, the only thing you gotta keep is D being an absolute smug bastard.. oh and the deadline is September 10th (so about a month from now)
Version without effects + bg below:
rebloga are appreciated… I spent wayyyyy too long on this 😓
chicken ham turkey grilled cheese pizzapie. pick one.
what.....what the?
uhm... I'll pick ham i guess?
He took over most of my scketches, even old ones
