#don't think too hard about it

[littlefoxpress]

Recently treated myself to an actual bone folder, and it's probably my new favourite thing.

Such. Crisp. Edges.

Never in a million years would I have expected to ever get excited about a bit of cow bone.

[almondcroissantsandink]

do you even play lol on your phone? is it a desktop computer game? idk i whited out for this one. i'm not meant to know

[arttsuka]

Fish family

[phi-justpassngby]

"I'll show you, who I really am..."

[yoyowrites]

i had a dumb thought, what if the first time sj sees lbh, lbh is crossdressing? like we know lbh is a very pretty boy and young ppl don't really look too much like either gender. so lbh looks like a young girl. maybe one of the nights where sj is visiting a brothel, in a nearby restaurant, lbh is working as a waitress and sj overhears some man making a harsh comment. sj huffs and defends lbh, making a scalding remark about the man and telling lbh to be careful. maybe he even gifts lbh a small knife and says if anyone ever bothers them to use it. he also tells lbh to ask for him if he ever needs help.

then, way later when other cultivators bring lbh to cang qiong sec, he is super excited to see sj. he's like an eager puppy ready to meet his hero. sj is convinced lbh is a girl pretending to be a boy due to some reason. sj is determined to keep lbh's secret safe. lbh is just very happy that sj is still his hero.

sj is still a bit of a villain. like he's snappy and rude. there are constantly ppl saying how sj doesn't deserve his spot as a peak lord. lbh hates these rumours and is constantly praising his shizun.

[neverpathia]

A couple of stylization tests.

I'm not exactly known for a simple artstyle, which doesn't exactly come at the benefit of those trying to draw my designs. Except I happen to really love it when people draw my designs.

So here are a couple of simplified versions. Please stand by as I do this for each Voice.

Extra stuff under the cut.

If you ever draw my Paranoid, my life is fucking yours, except that would come at the cost of my life because it will absolutely kill me. /pos

[omnicom]

Pokeshipping Week 2024

Day 3: Handkerchief

I really like drawing school uniforms. They're really kinda nostalgic for me despite never having been to Japan my entire life. I think it's really nostalgia for my childhood anime, but they're fun to draw regardless. 👍

Seems like something is beginning to grow, but whatever shall become of it? Is Ash potentially having a revelation of sorts or is it still too early to tell? Stay tuned! 😉

Art © Crumpled-Hakui

Like what you see? Want art like this of your own? Check out my art commission post here and send me an email or private message! Thanks for stopping by!

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

alfred's playhouse

[myceliumsunshine]

Man-God-Thing - Winchester!Reader

Dean had broken his promise. That’s what you were mad about. Not that he’d found a hunt. That he’d broken the promise he had made with you. A/N - this is for the summer snapshot challenge by @ambiguous-avery . fun little beach angst! enjoy! Snapshot Word Count - 890

You sprinted down the beach, unseen by the other people as you screamed for help. You don’t know how he was doing it, shielding your terror from the masses on the beach. You screamed again, hoping, praying for someone to notice you.

The man - god, thing, you weren’t really sure - was walking behind you, following you, at a leisurely pace. It was as if he didn’t have to worry about catching you. He knew he would.

He was tan, a long white beard contrasting against his neck, a Hawaiian beach shirt shrugged over his shoulders and khaki board shorts down to his knees, flip flops on his feet. The man - god, thing, you weren’t really sure - had held you captive before you’d managed to escape.

When he’d first caught you, you’d been sitting on the beach late at night. You’d just had a major fight with your brother, and had come out to the beach to cool off. See, you were all on a vacation - you, Dean, and Sam - but Dean couldn’t seem to relax. He saw monsters everywhere.

You saw them too, admittedly, it was your job to hunt them, but before you had begun your week long holiday, the three of you had promised each other not to pick up a case, and to relax for once, just for one week. Let the other hunters deal with it.

Dean couldn’t relax. He’d read in the newspaper about someone going missing off of the very beach that you were staying at and he’d gone straight into hunter mode. He’d broken his promise.

That’s what you were mad about. Not that he’d found a hunt. That he’d broken the promise he had made with you.

The man - god, thing, you weren’t really sure - had come out of the water, gasping like he’d been drowning and this was his first breath of air in a long time. You’d moved to help the man immediately, pulling him to his feet, hitting his back to get the water out of his lungs.

“Are you alright?” You’d asked as he stopped spluttering. He’d nodded, grinning in a way that had made your stomach turn sour.

“Yes.” Was the only thing he’d said, before he’d pulled you back into the water with him, kicking and screaming. 

Now, you sprinted into the beach shack that you, Sam and Dean had been staying in. Even if they weren’t there - they weren’t - all of your weapons were. You picked up a gun, an angel knife, and readied yourself. 

The man - god, thing, you weren’t really sure - opened the door. It didn’t bang open dramatically like most monsters liked to reveal themselves. The door opened softly, like a gentle sea breeze had pushed it open. He was grinning that awful, gut churning grin as he stood there, tanned skin and beach attire filling the doorframe.

Where were your brothers? That was your only thought as you shot the man - god, thing, you really weren’t sure. The bullet bounced from his chest, and he grinned down at it. You let out a shriek, discarding the gun and moving towards him with the angel blade.

Red bloomed around silver, staining his Hawaiian shirt. He looked down, his grin fading. You pulled back out the angel blade and shoved it back in, and he grunted. Over and over again, you stabbed your captor, this man-god-thing that had tortured you under the sea for the last week. The room seemed to brighten as you pushed him off your angel blade and to the ground.

You weren’t really sure how long you stood over his body, panting, angel blade clutched loosely in your hand as you stared down at him blankly.

It was over.

You wanted to cry, as you stood there, the man-god-thing’s body on the floor below you, but no tears flowed. There was this lump in your throat, tightness that felt like it would never go away, but no tears flowed. You weren’t sure how long you’d been underneath the sea, but with his torture it had felt like an eternity.

The sound of footsteps alerted you. You looked up as Sam and Dean walked back through the front door of the shack, laughing. Their movement stopped when they spotted you, blood splattered on your face, angel blade in hand, man-god-thing body at your feet, leaking dark liquid onto the floor.

The blade clattered to the floor as your face wobbled. Sam was at your side in a second, your hands shaking as you began to sob.

“You were right.” You’d sobbed to Dean, repeating the phrase over and over again. “You were right.”

You’d been gone for the night. 12 hours at most. Upon hearing this, your sobs had loudened, before silencing entirely as you picked up the angel blade from the floor and began stabbing the body again violently.

The smell of salt and sand still makes you gag sometimes. You hadn’t been able to shower or take a bath for a month. Fish still makes you shiver. You’ll probably never go back to the beach.

But you’ll never forget the feeling of your brothers’ arms around you as you sobbed, the cheers that Dean let out as you stabbed the corpse of your captor, the taste of the icecream that Dean had forced Sam to go and get.

TAGSLISTS ALL WORKS @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @ambiguous-avery SUPERNATURAL @bettystonewell

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[ratreekinghavock]

here's another tag game because the last one I made blew up, but it's the trauma version (TW: death and sh mentioned under the cut)

share 5 things that absolutely haunt you and tag your moots

1: I accidentally removed 9 people from this mortal plane (and blame myself for all of them still) and watched them all as they were unaliving because I didn't know what to do

2: I tried to kms when I was fucking 9

3: my shoulder is really scarred/cut up for errrmm...reasons 🌚

4: I stopped eating for a while and now it's hard to eat because I've been desensitized to hunger from that

5: I'm terrified of yellow flowers for a reason. No I am not telling you, I've shared enough TvT

EDIT: YALL OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS OKAY? DOES ANYONE WANNA TALK? YOU GUYS CAN ALWAYS MESSAGE ME OKAY IM NOT THAT GOOD AT BEING A THERAPIST BUT I WILL LISTEN TO YOU VENT 😭 I MEAN I KNEW THIS STUFF WAS GONNA BE PRETTY BAD BUT I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO BE THIS BAD HELLO?!

@demonshauntme2 @sasgaycumfilledcondom @warden-draws-sometimes @lolmynameiscandlelake

[tklpilled]

kurapika rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm before laying his head on his desk with a thunk. his back is sore. he's been sitting in one place too long. he's been feeling lighter lately, though, and he tries not to think about it as a burst of energy before he completely falls apart. although...energy might be a strong word for how he's feeling now.

he closes his eyes, swearing he's only resting them, that he won't fall asleep, but he knows it's a lie. he doesn't want to move anywhere more comfortable, though. if he did, it would mean giving in to his exhaustion.

there's a sudden feeling at his waist, soft and fuzzy, almost like a stray hair or bug. he picks his head up, looking down to brush it off, when the sensation suddenly multiplies.

and it fucking tickles.

it's stupid. he hates how helpless he is to stop the giggles erupting from his lips, despite his attempts to clamp his mouth shut. kurapika curls in on himself as best he can at his tiny desk. he doesn't know what's causing it, but he needs it to stop.

it seems to target all his weak spots, places even he hadn't known were so ticklish. he can't even remember the last time he was tickled, though he knows it's been at least a few years, before—

there's a feeling like a jolt down his spine and he snaps up straight with an embarrassing eep! sound. he squirms in his chair to deter this weird, invisible force. his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. it's awful.

he actually snorts when he feels something at the backs of his knees, doubling over and cackling into his sleeves. he doesn't think he's ever laughed this much in his life.

"i—ehe, stohop," he pleads to the empty room, squeezing his eyes shut like that will make it stop. there are invisible nails crawling over all his sensitive spots and it's driving him insane and he hates it and...

it's fun.

childish and stupid and humiliating, yes, but fun. he feels his tiredness slipping away just a little with each swipe of a non-existent finger. there's something almost freeing about this, the way he's openly laughing without worry. he can barely think about anything but the electrical sensations wracking his body, and he likes that.

so, since he can't sense any malicious intent...he'll let it be.

[weirdnico]

all the batkids from my dc!au

[dentesal]

[kidspawn]

you know what rip andrew minyard you would've loved georgia miller

[emile-hides]

Since you’re legally an adult, do you have anything that helped you kind of overcome the fear of growing up? It’s my birthday now and I’m terrified of the upcoming responsibilities. I just want to be a kid

Look. Everyone is just in various stages of just a kid, putting hard lines of "Legal Adult" and "Kid" are only gonna hurt you mentally. Don't get too caught up in your age and what you should be doing or who you should be by the time you hit a certain number of years old.

Aging isn't a race, it's an inevitability, it happens, but that doesn't really mean it has hard and fast rules like all 16 year olds should drive and all 18 year olds should be living alone and all 25 years old should be married. To be human is to be unique, ever changing, a fast and hot thing of life and love.

So no I don't have anything that got me over the fear of growing up, because it just kinda happens like everything else, and honestly I was never really scared of being older, I actually look forward to it personally.

My best advice to you is just to keep thinking of yourself as just a kid for as long as you need. There's no reason to force a mental switch from kids to adult the second your birthday comes around. You can still be just a kid at 18 or 21 or 37.

It's fine, you've got time, there's no rush. The world will keep rotating regardless.

[beepbeepinthecorner]

"Ah, of course you will be invited as well Dr. Beck." "Definitely not what I was worried about."

Beck and Martinez were doing some stupid shit and Lewis told Vogel to take care of it.