#I need to put them in a blender

[tamaygou]

Learning to love

[phantasmatoucan]

CONFESSION

NO BONUS I JUST WANT TO SAY THIS IS SEVERILY SELF INDULGENT LMAO, I MADE THIS IN LIKE IN ONE DAY U CAN TELL BC THE DRAWINGS START TO DIE BY THE END I DONT CARE THO THIS WAS FUN 12K12RNR, SKEPTUNIST RISE UP THO!

[wayzeri]

guh,,,, im so ill about them gang,,,…

[star-lacedd]

i like how john and arthur’s relationship is like “ok i play you pretty music and recite you pretty poems but you have to see me kill and cannibalize a man, among witnessing other horrors, through my eyes…. and also im going to yell at you” and “im going to make you blind and steal your arm and make you kill your best friend and also yell at you but like i’ll give you cute and poetic over the top descriptions of your surroundings and leave my other more evil fragments of myself for you <3”

like somebody kill them both right now

[cosqf]

puppy eyes are signs of nonagesimitis

[roman-o-cheese]

Solangelo Page for the day >:3

(Close ups under the cut)

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

Agh shit fuck I forgot to post this here sorry

Emotionally falling down the stairs rn lol

Anyway something something mini head cannon God I'm awful at drawing backgrounds

I just think, other than Jack obviously, Ronaldo would be one of his favourite coworkers because he uses him as an evidence disposal let's him eat any excess human meat used and any parts that can't be hidden in the pizza, because he is much more responsible with disposing of evidence and doesn't just dump them in the dumpster where they can be easily found, dave.

This mini headcannon is from a single dialogue line dave says that I half remember about dave saying he likes ronaldo and he knew how to use human meat effectively, which probably means he hides the meat in the pizza

With how supossedly effective Ronaldo is with cooking and hiding human meat there is a non zero chance he could also be some kind of serial killer, freddy's seems to attract the type I guess

And that was my mini headcannon about a dsaf side character no one cares about, I love giving that purple freak more unhealthy father figures, make him suffer

[urfavrib]

Frostbek for you my babies

I am so incredibly rabid about these two it’s unbelievable here have some bs

Frost is very mindful (most the time)

He’s calm cool and collected in the face of danger

Quick to crush the mind of any threat

But Torbek is special

He’s a threat but Frost can’t be calm cool and collected when it comes to him

There’s something that aches when he sees Torbek

Something that begs for mercy when Torbek gets hurt

And Frost has no clue how to cope

I mean when you’re stunted like Frost is it’s not super surprising but it is nonetheless painful

Frost wants to be gentle and kind but he doesn’t know how

He’s blunt and he hurts Torbek without meaning to

He craves to be kind to drop the calm cool and collected act

He wants to be soft, and warm and sweet

He wants to take the time to undo the matts in Torbek’s fur, and help with the upkeep

He wants to teach Torbek self love and self respect

Teach him to mindful of himself and his needs

He wants nothing more than to hold Torbek and be held in return

But he can’t

••••••••••••••••••••

Torbek feels useless

Not part of the Krew, just a Carney that Kremy barely remembers

He tries to fit in the void where Frost fits at the at Witchlight Carnival

He doesn’t fit

He doesn’t realize the Krew betrayed him

and he spends 5 years in the Feywild thinking back to guys night in the short reprieves he gets from the near constant pain and torture

When he comes to in the Inn, he’s horrified.

How could he do this to them, his friends

Frost was the only one who showed him any kindness

Frost

the calculated one shows him kindness and patience

He wants to prove himself worthy of Frost’s kindness

He tries

The Other emotionally tears Torbek apart “why would he ever actually care?”

Torbek still tries

After Agden Longscarf Torbek falls apart

He can’t remember it, but the Krew does.

Frost does

But Frost doesn’t hesitate to comfort him, to console him

Frost and him grow closer

After the Jaberwock Frost isn’t the same.

He’s more distant

Torbek notices

Torbek catches him off guard with a question “Does Frost want a hug?”

Frost hadn’t been treated as anything but strong since he was barely older than a kitten

And he fell apart

Torbek stayed with him, terrified he did something wrong

Frost and him stayed together

Gricko found them in the morning

Torbek contorted around Frost protecting him like he was the most precious thing in the world

Gricko didn’t say anything but woke them for breakfast

[justablah56]

hi guys aether here to give you its just about to go the bed rwd thought , ummm still thinking about the professionals breakup . and maxim finding out that vr la is becoming a cleric and this hurting him so badly but even then he isn't able to cut him off completely . he could have easily prevented himself from getting attached by just telling vr la that he couldnt come to him in even a professional pretense . but he didn't . bcs he doesn't actually want to lose him . and he still wants to have a connection with him so very badly and he's scared by the fact that he wants that . and hes just desperately hoping that by telling vr la that they can't be friends he'll be able to stop caring about him . anyways . thinking about those gay robots .

[v1neyy]

skizzpulse 12!!

They srsly make me ill like I need to put them in a paper shredder and turn them into confetti so bad. Also I may slow down on these for a while bc I have like… quite a few fic exchange gifts to write!!

Skizz/Impulse - #12, a kiss in the rain.

WC: 464 || original post!

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Impulse is sorting through his chests when the pistons of his door open up behind him. He doesn’t mind that people steal from him, but he does wish they would put things back in the correct place. He turns around to say hello and is met with a completely drenched Skizzleman.

“Hey buddy!”

He walks up to the angel, “Why are you soaked?”

Skizz chuckles, “I was hangin’ in the rain!” he shakes his wings, making water spray everywhere around the room, effectively getting Impulse wet.

He yelps at the water, a very manly yelp mind you, holding his hands out in a pathetic attempt to stay dry. “Skizz!”

The man grabs his hand and starts dragging him towards the door. “C’mon, out we go, you’re already wet anyways!”

Impulse sighs and lets himself be dragged outside. Rain is falling in a downpour, pounding against the roofs of the buildings that live in the cyber city. Hopefully he made them waterproof enough.

Once Skizz is done dragging him he lets go of his hand (which Impulse misses more than he should) and turns to face him. “What do we do now?”

“I dunno. Just wanted to do something,” Skizz shrugs.

Wrapping his arms around himself, Impulse shivers. “Well I’m cold,” He makes his best pouty face.

A damp wing wraps itself around Impulse. For the second time tonight he yelps at Skizz, the cold seeping from the feathers into his skin. The angel gives him a cheeky smile, “This better?”

He narrows his eyes. “No. This is worse, actually.”

The second wing wraps around him and pulls him closer, making him chest to chest with Skizz. Butterflies fill his stomach.

“How about now?”

Impulse rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever,”

Skizz gasps in mock offense, “Hey! Don’t give me attitude, I’m helping!”

Raindrops land on Skizz, looking almost like tears. It’s a bit mesmerizing to Impulse, how his friend can look more angelic than he already does while not even trying. He nearly faints when sturdy arms take hold of his waist, spreading warmth.

“What- what are you up to?”

He gets a sly smile as a reply, “Nothing!”

Impulse is about to bark a reply about how Skizz is never up to nothing when he’s cut off by lips pressing against his. It takes him a second to process that the angel is kissing him.

Once his brain starts working again Skizz is pulling away, looking anxious. He panics a little because he doesn’t want this to end, not now, not ever. He cups Skizz’s cheeks in his hands and pulls him back into another kiss, this one slower and more meaningful.

When they part they both laugh. Impulse hardly notices the cold rain drenching him, the warmth from Skizz making his skin buzz.

[a-cat-in-toffee]

y'all know what time it is <3 wight and smokescreen conversation <3 wight has a real bad time. small warning for general self hatred and brief roadkill and murder mentions cause this guy can't be normal lol

“I just… don’t get it.” Wight sighed, a twinge of what might be anger to his voice. He was sat at Smokescreen’s kitchen table, across from the man himself, lounging in one of the chairs. If he was being totally honest, which he rarely was, he didn’t even remember how the conversation had turned to this. “With what he did to you and the others-”

“And by ‘you and the others’ you of course mean Seer?” Smokes gave him a deadpan look, almost immediately making the conversation a personal attack. Wight made a small noise of frustration. 

“Believe it or not, you freak, I care about you-” almost instantly he could see the doubt on Smokescreen’s face, “-and yeah, I’m fucking pissed about what he did to Seer- but I’m also pissed about what the rest of you had to deal with!”

He’s pretty sure it’s because of Rabbit, and the miserable state he had been in when Wight got dragged into the situation. Seeing just how much one specific universe had manage to fuck everything up. One person, if he was being totally honest- surely w2’s meeting with Winters had been influenced by him.

“Well… he feels bad. And I know how that fucking sounds, okay? It’s weak, and it’s nothing, but…” There was this look on Smokescreen’s face that Wight couldn’t fucking stand. The most genuine sympathy as he talked about this freak who had tortured information out of him. “But there were things that led to his situation. And he is trying.”

“I don’t care if he’s trying!” That frustration, that growing burning feeling, the itch of it beneath his skin, in his heart, in his veins- “He hurt you! You shouldn’t just- just forgive him like that! Like nothing happened!”

“I don’t think you really get to decide who I do and don’t forgive.”

“Don’t fucking-” Wight groaned. “Don’t. You know that’s not what I mean, asshole. I just- I don’t fucking get how you could go through that and just turn around and forgive the asshole the second he seems sorry! Do you not see how weird that is? Why am I the sane one here?”

Smokescreen doesn’t respond at first, and some part of Wight almost thinks he’s actually considering what Wight had said. Like he might err on the side of logic for once. Of course, he doesn’t. Wight isn’t even sure why he ever considered it, actually. Tentatively, pityingly, like Smokes knows how Wight will react, he asks, “Wight, is this… actually about Bell?”

And Wight doesn’t know how to fucking respond. He just… stares at Smokescreen like a fish out of water. A very angry, offended fish, that is. “The fuck do you- Of course it’s about Bell! What the fuck else would it be about?”

And fuck him, Smokescreen gives him that look. Sickening as his tone, full of that pity. That sympathy that Wight knows he doesn’t deserve. It pisses Wight the fuck off. Like Smokes might know something that he doesn’t. Like he’s a dying animal on the side of the road, one that Smokes stopped to disgrace with empathy. As though stopping to feel bad for the thing would change how dead it was. “Wight…”

He stands, pushing the chair away with a loud screech as he does. “I’m talking about Bell, okay? This isn’t some fucking metaphor, or projection, or- or whatever! I know what I’m fucking feeling!”

Smokes doesn’t even look surprised at his stupid, childish outburst. “I just think maybe you should take a minute and like… think about why you’re so pressed about him trying to be a better person? Or why you’re mad about me in particular being receptive to that. Not like- Mechanic or w2.”

There was a reason. He swore there was a reason. He just… couldn’t think of it. There had to be a reason, right? Smokescreen didn’t know what he was fucking talking about.

“You can be a better person if you want.” Fuck this, fuck everything about this, he needed Smokescreen to stop talking. “It’s not some holy unachievable goal- even if you have done fucked up things, and you’ve done fucked up thing to people, you can still be good. You can still be forgiven-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He couldn’t, he fucking couldn’t. There wasn’t anything in him that could be redeemed. He was too far gone, no matter how hard he tired, no matter how hard he clawed for it- “Shut the fuck up, Smokescreen.”

He couldn’t stand it, the burning, horrible, pitying look that Smokescreen gave him. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t fucking do this.

There’s a tense moment where he wants Smokescreen to reach out. To keep talking. To yell at Wight for being an idiot. To realize that Wight was right and pick up his axe from where it sat under his bed and cleave Wight into tiny little pieces. To hold him gently and say it again and again and again and again that Wight could be forgiven.

He doesn’t. And Wight knows he won’t.

Wight turns on his heels, storming out of Smokescreen’s apartment in what might be anger. He needed to- to do something. Pent up energy spilling out, weeks of not using his powers, of letting any situation kill him, of being careless, and reckless, and trying so hard to be good. To not use his powers, to not hurt anyone, to not lash out- it was sickening. He hated it, and he hated himself for craving that validation that trying gave him. Hope was not a thing that came easy to Wight, and this place seemed to do nothing but shove it down his throat.

He didn’t deserve pity, or sympathy, or compassion- he didn’t deserve hope. 

Fuck.

He shouldn’t have yelled at Smokescreen, what the fuck was he thinking? He shouldn’t have brought up the topic in the first place, he knew Smokescreen would see through his bullshit- God, and now Smokes would be mad at him for being an idiot. Shit. 

Wight needed a fucking cigarette.

[captainjimothy]

having the brainworms is so embarrassing what do you mean i laid in bed for an extra 2 hours this morning just thinking about qunt kissing. im gonna kill them. do any of yall know if there's a different word for kissing-oomox rather than just getting a handjob bc i feel like there ought to be. there should be separate words for lobe-handies vs lobe-licking vs lobe-kissing vs lobe-biting. so much untapped potential here

[valeovalairs]

paeon immediately reminded me of the plague doctor from the salt grows heavy. freak, plague doctor, gender non conforming

[ind3cisive-cl0wn]

Serendipity-- he/they/she

Bones-- he/him

[teh-inggris]

[awaggaa]

yaugh