#Indecisive insides...

[acronym49]

Iridescence!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't test me, Bestie!

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[ratstuckinamarble]

Introducing you all to my endless well of joy, made possible thanks to the pattern by @itsthebeastpeddler (whose blog you should check out cause she makes some really lovely things ^-^)

It's a slug!!! Fully hand-sewn cause doing so seemed easier than learning how to use our sewing machine... I'll do so eventually XD But it was actually fairly therapeutic.

Oh! Looks like they're friends now.

Camouflage slug... With a "snail" (he's in denial) friend I made some time ago >:) Dang she's making connections left and right :0

He's a big fan of strawberries, can't blame her. And as per the peddler's suggestion, I used a pipe cleaner for the eye stems! Now they're bendyyy

I knew keeping these suckers around for over a decade would be worth it... Also, the single progress photo I took.

This is my first time sewing a plushie, and I had a grand time. Learned a lot along the way, and the ladder stitch that always intimated me is actually super easy XD Wanna know what the best thing about making such a slug is though? The way the eye stalks wiggle about if you shake him sjshsj

A little slug kiss on your forehead for good luck <3

[spraynd]

~ Das Veilchen - Johann Wolfgang Goethe

thomas lawrence and who? im sorry i just immediately thought of him and what ship this could fit, my brain works in magical ways (im offering thomas/vincent btw but i bet sth else could work as well)

read the tags for more unhinged rambling about lawrenitez

[barbatosgossipsection]

Has anyone else noticed how Satan swoops in on everyone's Devilgrams? Homeboy is EVERYWHERE. He's in your walls right now.

— Anon

[corvine-cosmos]

Inside you there are two wolves. One wants tumblr fame and the other wants to be left the f**k alone.

[bravevolunteer-a]

VERSE — D.EAD BY D.AYLIGHT

Michael is pulled into the fog from one of the many nights spent experiencing near-death in a Fazbear location ( for now open as to whether or not it’s pre or post-scooping ), doomed to be a survivor in The Entity’s trials. Had he simply been on his own, any hope or motivation to survive would have been in just as short supply as it was in his life prior, but Michael is unlucky enough to have a reason to endure each trial. The spirits clinging to him. Although Michael has no way of truly communicating with them ( open as to who it is; likely Evan, Elizabeth, Charlie, or a combination ), he knows they’re present after being pulled through the fog with him, and if he were to give up… they would be tossed in the void along with him. Similar to the reason he had to keep going before, he fights for the restless souls he believes deserve it more than himself. That and a hell of a lot of spite. 

Although he isn’t the most skilled physically, he brings a handful of advantages to the table:

He will set fires, usually spreading off the wooden planks, to throw the killers off

Occasionally has extended hook time depending on his performance ( reflective of his remnant / inability to die )

May have aura-reading advantages in terms of where the killer is ( security guard… essentially the equivalent of watching the cameras )

May occasionally receive help from the technology-inclined spirits when repairing generators. This can also be a disadvantage, as if they are in distress, he will take longer to complete tasks. 

His killer pairing is Springtrap ( by default, fnaf 3-esque, obviously open to changes if writing with Williams ) and their setting is an amalgamation of different pizzerias. To pair with the rabbit suit, Michael wakes up with the Foxy mask, which he either wears over his face, to the side of his head, or hanging off of his belt.

[madamutzsar]

pretty colored sketch commission i did recently ~ characters belong to mazidon

[captainseamech]

             The Phantom made his way up the stage, holding an instrument in one hand and a stool in the other. What was he planning? Placing his seat down, dark-blue and golden cape flung behind him as he sat down, readjusting the mic to the appropriate height and putting the matching instrument in his lap. Oh, it was an electric guitar sparkling in blue, gold and white!

             As he played its intro, the stage’s mood changed drastically, only focusing on the guitar, mask and the golden stars in his outfit. Oh, of course, it was his music theme! Even though he never really played a guitar before, he had hopes he was doing alright to bring a shift into the ballroom’s vibes for the better! And even though he was using gloves, he didn’t seem to struggle!

             At the end of his turn, the mech stood up and bowed to whoever was listening, tipping his hat and leaving the stage. He seemed proud!

@qveenofgluttony

[astracora]

It's the last day of my mizutsune tattoo today, which is nice!

Then I have to work out what tattoo on my list to get next /hit with a brick

[theghoulboysblog]

just had a dream that ryan bergara came to my campus, and that he and i had the same idea to walk to this food place nearby that had amazing deals on that specific day. i stood behind him in line, but the line was long so he left. i went through the line, got a plate of food, and woke up mutterering about shrimp and sausage 😭

[balkanlila]

you changed your url again!! both are very lovely but apolloamy is REALLY beautiful 🌻❣️

THANK YOU!!!! I can't really be known as anything other than the Amy Pond blogger, this is my identity on this site. I do enough Bob Dylan-ing when I'm offline anyways. Also I am not too big on shortening words so that's what made this url the winner. + The fact that Apollo is pretty much everything this blog is. Medicine + Music + Sunlight... THE JO BRAND!!!!

[delusional-hoe12]

would you rather chase your career too hard but lose yourself in the process or preserve your mental health but live a mediocre life?

[silentlimes]

i’m starting to get why people c.ai, still don’t necessarily like it but i get it

[jackass-jones]

I have finally acquired fabric so I can make my own jacket yay

[elliestwoleftfingerss]

just thinking about how husband!simon remembers wife!reader's bra size 😭

you'd never been so humiliated, yet somehow so aroused after coming out of a retail shop. simon swore up and down that he hadn't meant to do it.

"it was a 'spur of the moment' kind of thing", he'd said.

"spur of the moment'? kiss my ass," you'd replied.

"i'd kiss your ass any day, love."

you noticed that none of your bras were cutting it anymore; the cups were a bit too big, or the straps were too loose and would fall down at any chance, or the material was falling apart due to a certain someone's roughhousing.

and this certain someone picked up on it, too. well, why wouldn't he? he was your husband, he knew these things. he'd sit in bed and watch you getting ready for bed, his eyebrows scrunched in a little as he watched you mutter to yourself while staring in the mirror, giving an exasperated huff before changing your bra out for something else to sleep in.

he'd heard enough of your mumbled complaints for him to plop you down in the truck and drive you both into town, tapping his calloused fingertips against the steering wheel as he pulled into the carpark outside the retail shop.

it was pretty easy to navigate once you got inside; kids and babies at the front, men on one side, and ladies on the other. you spent a little while looking through some different options, asking for his opinion on a few. obviously, he liked anything you put on, so his opinion wasn't very helpful. thankfully, one of the shop clerks noticed your indecision and decided to approach.

you told her what you were looking for, and she asked the few routine questions: what colour? what style? what size?

before you could open your mouth and tell the young lady what your bra size was, simon stepped up, holding a few things you'd chosen under his arm.

"she's about..." he held up one hand in a claw-cupping motion, as if he was holding something that only he could see. "...this big."

your face flushed with embarrassment as the clerk nodded, looking a little confused but walking off to find what you needed.

and you didn't stay much longer in that shop.

as soon as everything was paid for and you'd both returned to the car, you buried your face in your hands and gave a nervous, humiliated laugh.

"simon! i can't believe you did that," you groaned.

"i can," he said gruffly. "got the right size, didn't i?"

you bet your ass he snapped that thing off you as soon as you were getting undressed.

and what was his logic?

i bought 'em, so i get to take 'em off.

RAAAA i hate this it's so short but i seriously couldn't find it in me to make it longer stupid writers block 😔

ENJOY :3