#next request is coming up

[shhh-secret-time]

I woke up today and saw my collection of silly stories got 100 kudos on AO3. That number may seem small, but it means the world to me. This year alone I've been inspired to wrote more than I ever have in my life. We hit 50 followers here too!

I say we because from the bottom of my heart I mean it when I say I couldn't have done it without you guys. I wanted to make this post to talk about you guys.

Truly I can't express enough. Thank you. It took a very long time to get where I'm at in life and sometimes it is exhausting. But everytime I see a kudos, heart, reply, or even a reblog with tags talking about how much you liked it; my heart soars.

I love you guys very much. If you need me I'm a DM away. Take care of yourself for me, because you mean something to me. I promise it does get better, even if it's small things like this.

[crunchybeards]

waiter waiterrrr more bug yaoi pleaseee

COWARD! GET OFF OF ANON AND REVEAL YOUR BUG YAOI LOVING SINFUL SELF BEFORE THE COURT.

...You're lucky that I was planning on making stickers for these two anyway.

[omegamoo]

some gouache practices ft scott (again) and gem

[morninkim]

As a show of good faith toward the remaining Decepticons at the beginning of a new, united Cybertron, newly appointed Senators Bumblebee and Soundwave allowed Shatter and Dropkick to enlist into Autobot City's Defense Team.

These two turned out to be... not the best choices.

The city may have fallen to Insurgent Decepticon occupation had it not been for young recruits Hot Rod and Arcee's accidental interception of Shatter's communication with the fugitive Starscream.

To replace the errant Defense Team members, Springer and Blurr were reassigned from Iacon to Autobot City in their stead.

[amvro]

pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader

summary: you wear his hoodie

warnings: reader is called adorable

Today was special. Today was out of ordinary for the two of you. You got to have a lazy afternoon.

After all this time together, both of you had slightly given up on having an afternoon where both of you were free. It was usually Amuro that had what seemed like endless work to do back to back, but recently you had your fair share of shifts that happened to take away your afternoons as well.

So spending a slow afternoon at his place was exactly what both of you needed— and it was what both of you had longed for for so long.

It was as normal as things could get. The two of you on the couch with a warm cup of coffee, chatting away. Catching up on your week, enjoying the presence of the other. Your legs tangled around his to steal some of his warmth, and he'd gladly share his heat with you. There was nothing more you could possibly ask for.

“Are you cold?” he asked softly. “Let me get a blanket. I'll be right back.”

“Oh, just a little,” you said. “Thank you.”

He came back quick, turning up the thermostat while he was at it.

“Let me know, okay?” he said. You were always the one to feel cold in this relationship.

“I will,” you replied, sipping on your coffee.

“I also brought one of my hoodies if you'd like. Perhaps it's better than nothing,” he said.

“Really? I'm going to borrow it then,” you said, without hesitation. It looked so comfy and warm there was nothing to overthink.

Now, he was not expecting this. He was a little curious how you'd look in his clothes, but it really wasn’t that big of a deal to him. Oh how wrong he was. It was an incredible deal.

Here you were, wearing his baggy hoodie that was rather oversized on you. That was all that was happening, really, but his heart was racing.

“It’s warm!” you said, snuggling into it. “Rather big on me, as expected.”

His eyes were wide, and somehow he was lost for words. Who knew that all it would take to fluster him was you in a sweater of his.

“What do you think?” you asked.

He motioned for you to come closer and so you did. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “I think you look adorable,” he said, his head on your shoulder. He didn’t want you to see his face because he knew he was far more flustered than he wished to be.

“I feel like I want to see your face,” you said, slightly teasing but slightly hopeful.

“Not now,” he said and you laughed.

“It’s super comfy though,” you said. “It’s warm and it smells like you. I kind of want it.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt such butterflies. “It’s all yours. You can have all my clothes if you wish.” You laughed.

A soft silence filled the air for a moment. It was incredibly pleasant.

“Hey,” you said quietly, playing with his hair. “Did you mean it when you said I’m adorable?” It was more of a mutter under your breath than an actual question, but he’d hear it. He hears everything you say— especially to him.

“Of course,” he said immediately, looking up right away— confused that you'd question that. “When are you not?”

You look rather flustered, yet it was obvious that you couldn't stop the smile that was creeping up on your face. And he couldn't help but smile too.

“I love you, you know,” he said, leaning his forehead on yours.

“Yeah, I do,” you replied. You really did. He makes it plenty obvious that the affection he has for you is so deep and genuine all the time. It was simply that ‘adorable’ wasn't a word that left his mouth often. “I love you too.”

It was safe to say you had long forgotten how cold you felt earlier.

[scramblescrew]

good morningg/afternoon/nightt 💗! , can i request a shadow the hedgehog x fem reader where basically the reader gets hurt badly during a battle with eggman and shadow patches her up and gives her cuddles <3.

((With Pleasure, 💗 Anon!))

/TW: a few descriptions of blood and injury\

Shadow the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader: First Aid and Cuddle Scenerio

(Romantic(?) Fluff)

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

_________Getting injured________

- you had been on several missions before and only had gotten minor injuries

- neither of you had expected one of Eggman’s Badniks to actually get a good hit in

- while Shadow was taking on a majority of the bigger threats but you made sure no stray badnik took a cheap shot on him

- as the robot waves dwindled down, you made the mistake of letting your guard down and turned to see the red eyed hedgehog finishing off the robots that were rushing towards him

- As Shadow turned to look at you, his eyes widened as two Buzz Bombers flew up behind

“Y/N!”

- Shadow launched forward, trying to save you from the things shooting at you

- unfortunately, you had turned just in time to be shot in the side and shoulder/arm. Sending you flying into Shadow’s arms

-bl**d gushed down your arm and onto the ground in a steady river of crimson. Lucky, the blast slightly cauterized a few blood vessels so bleeding out would take a bit longer than normal

-but it still needed to be addressed….NOW.

—Addressing your injury—

- after rushing you back to safety (your home), Shadow quickly got a med kit, then started disinfecting and bandaging the wounds

- thankfully the wounds weren’t that deep so gauze and bandages were applied to stop the bleeding

- but unexpectedly, even with quite a few wraparounds with bandages

.

- blood still soaked into the bandages enough that red was appearing on the top layers of the bandages

- Shadow quickly removed the gauze and bandages then re-bandages the wounds

- the bleeding eased up but there was a bit of blood still

-But for now, it would do…..

- you were wincing in pain still so your worried partner got you some painkillers then picked you back up

- shadow then took you to your bed and laid you down in it, getting in with you shortly after

————The Cuddle Session————

“Y/N….I’m so sorry…I should’ve been there…”

“Shadow, it’s ok! We’re both alive and doing pretty ok!”

- you two comforted each other as an outpouring of memories from your pasts emerged.

- Shadow talking about Maria and his fears about losing anyone of his other loved ones again

- …he couldn’t bare to lose you too… not after everything you two have been through and done together!

“Y/N, Seeing the blood and your pain…the memories all came flooding back again…ones I wish I could heal from…I can’t let you go…I can’t lose you-“

“And you won’t lose me…Shadow..honey…some scars don’t heal, Maria was your best friend..your sister…and there was nothing you could’ve done that would’ve made the outcome any different……”

“You’re right…I love you, Y/N..”

“I love you too…remember that she and I will always be here for you in one way or another…and that you can still live for her sake…”

-Shadow smiled as you told him about your life, the ups and downs, the trauma and possible healing, everything-

-that was until you finished talking and looked down

.

.

.

-you saw that your partner, the usual reserved and grumpy hedgehog had nuzzled his face into your neck and had fallen asleep with a look of relief and ease plastered onto his face

-you chuckled, and using your not injured arm, smoothed out any stray quills and patches of fur

-you hummed a soft tune as you too succumbed to sleep, albeit still in a bit of pain

——————BONUS!!———————

-Shadow woke up and reached his hand out, hoping you were still in bed…you weren’t.

- Shadow shot up, his eyes open and mind fully aware, you weren’t in bed, your place in bed was still kind of warm so you had to have gotten up very recently

- The immortal hedgehog teared up as he freaked out and got up and started rushing to the bedroom door-

- you were now suddenly in the doorway, leaning against the frame in a fair bit of pain with two cups of coffee and a small pouch in your hands.

“Y/N! You’re injured, you shouldn’t be out of bed! Come on- come lay down!”

“Darling, I just went to the kitchen and made us a little something! Just a little coffee for us two!”

-Shadow had taken the cups and pouch, setting them down on the bedside table,

“Doesn’t matter, now lay down!”

-You did as he said and got back into bed and into a comfortable position

“The larger cup and the pouch are for you, take ‘em.”

-Shadow looked at you for a second before taking the cup and pouch,taking a sip from the cup and going to his side of the bed, “….thank you, Y/N…”

“You’re welcome…I know you like your coffee..!”

“Yeah, I do.”

((IDK- I heard Shadow liked coffee and went with it!!!))

UP NEXT: Black Cat! Reader x Bishops (Platonic)

[front-facing-pokemon]

F.A.Q.

what is this?

this is front-facing-pokemon, a tumblr blog (currently) designed to post every pokémon in national pokédex order from the least flattering angle possible!

why is it called front-facing-pokemon if not all the pokémon are front-facing?

because they used to be! we managed to get through the entire national pokédex facing directly at the camera, and as a result of a poll, i switched to this theme in order to keep the blog going and still post funny pokémon pictures!

have you done (x pokémon) yet?

search for its name on this blog! every pokémon is tagged with their name. since we got through the entire national dex for front-facing 'mons, i can guarantee you we've done your fave at least once!

will you do (x pokémon) next?

this is not a requests blog! it goes in national pokédex order

will you do (something that is not a pokémon)?

if it's not april fools day, then no! april fools is the only day i take requests, so if you see a post from me that looks like i took a request, check the date! however if you live in the eastern hemisphere they may show up as being april 2nd

when will you do (x pokémon)?

whenever we reach it in the national pokédex! find the national pokédex number of your chosen pokémon, subtract it from the national pokédex of the most recent pokémon you see, and divide that number by two, for two posts a day (minus mega evolutions and alternate forms), and you'll have roughly the amount of time you'll have to wait until your favorite pokémon arrives (again! because we've already done the whole natdex once)

how do you decide which angle is the least flattering?

you can vote on them in the front-facing-pokemon discord server! that's where we decide on angles for new posts (and technically this gives you sneak peeks of the upcoming posts like a week in advance!)

do you have a main blog?

yes, but i don't use it often! @kinogassa!

what are munchers, sniffers, bald, rock, etc etc?

silly names we gave some of the angles in the first discord call to establish the beginning of the queue to give names to recurring angles that tend to be funny on pokémon. and angles you'll likely see repeated!

sometimes i stream!:

[artinandwritin]

I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice

Quick Siri piece before i start another week of animating my group's stopmotion movie!!

[therainywriter]

Welcome Home (Fluff)

Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader

It was a cold and unusually dark night. Art wasn't home, he’d been gone for a few days already. You faintly hoped he wouldn’t return, that things would go back to the way they were before he forced himself into your life.

Another part of you looked forward to seeing him again, to be caught under his intense gaze and lured into his arms. It was cruel how he deceived you with gentle touches and almost intimate stares.

Those soft moments switch in the blink of an eye. Little nibbles at your neck turn into harsh bites and tender caresses become a tight, painful grip. You’re starting to like it, seek it even.

You glanced down at the nasty green bruises on your thighs, exposed by your soft cotton shorts. He liked to leave an impression behind when he was going to be gone a while. Something to remember him by, though he was already certain you wouldn’t forget.

He had you wrapped around his slender, deadly finger and you didn't do a single thing about it. He was like an addiction, you couldn't just quit him though a part of you desperately wanted to.

It was strange how you were drawn to him, how the sick embrace of his arms brought you such strong sense of security. You were certain something was wrong with you and he was to blame.

He twisted your mind, your body, your entire being. 

Art was funny too, quiet the comedian when he was in a particularly good mood. You smiled to yourself at the though of his goofy shenanigans, an image of him standing at the door in sunflower sunglasses making you giggle.

He was so incredibly unpredictable. You could only hope that was the side of Art you’d see when he came home. 

Little did you know, he’d been standing at the doorway as you cleaned the kitchen counter, oblivious to him and lost in thought.

He tilted his head, observing you. A small smile ghosted your lips, a fond memory perhaps. He wondered if that little expression of happiness would disappear once you saw him.

Slowly, he made his entrance, careful not to startle you too quickly. He grinned, raising his hands to hover over your hips. You screamed as soon as he made contact and his grin only widened.

You gulped, catching your breath as Art picked you up and placed you on the counter you’d been cleaning. 

“That was mean,” you frowned, rubbing a bit at your chest. He waved off your complaint and stared at you, almost expectantly. Though you were unsure of what exactly he wanted.

His arms moved to either side of you and he leaned forward a bit, still standing tall as his head tilted. You were effectively trapped, if you tried to scoot back he’d only grab you.

“Welcome home Art,” you said, voice quieter than before as you looked up at him with nervous eyes. 

He shook his head, wrong answer.

His head was now level with yours, eyes staring holes into your own. The mood had shifted and you now felt a little ill.

You didn't think when you pressed your lips to his, feeling him smile against your mouth and move between your legs, closer to you. Right answer.

His hands moved to the back of your head and fingers tangled themselves gently in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gasping for air once he finally pulled away.

“Did you miss me?” you questioned, out of breath.

He nodded, wiggling his eyebrows before bopping your nose and moving around you to wander elsewhere in the house. You sat there for a moment more before getting off the counter and gathering your cleaning supplies. 

Art was home.

[brown-little-robin]

aughhhhh I miss orange chicken so bad

[magistralucis]

"I'm right here." - Trazyn/Orikan (requested by @beril66)

(Drabble for a prompt fill challenge, prompts available here.)

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They debate the pros and cons for a while, but in the end Orikan gets his wish, as he must've always known he would. Trazyn feels some kind of way about it. It's odd - as he gathers the necessary tools and heads to Orikan's quarters, he feels not a single smidgen of hatred, only the weight of dread mixed with weary concern. This is not how he would've characterized his sentiments towards the Diviner before any of this happened. He feels out of himself, frustratingly passive, inadequate.

"Orikan."

But if the Overlord of Solemnace is not adequate for this task, no one else will be. He desires breath, deletes the notion from his engrams, and enters.

Orikan is lying silently on the ground. Sannet is watching over him. Outwardly the astromancer is closer to restored - his primary servomechanisms have regained their function and the necrodermis 93% regenerated, the scratches buffed out and his carapace polished a rich turquoise - but Trazyn doesn't need to scan him to know that little about Orikan's mental state has changed. He sends an interstitial greeting, receives but a tiny blip in return. Trazyn dismisses his Arch-Cryptek with a nod, then with some effort, kneels down beside Orikan.

"Don't suppose you want it done to the tiles." He says out loud, more to himself than the astromancer, then dares the slightest touch with a fingertip upon the other's blackened spine. Orikan tenses, a shiver passing through his circuits. "I'll be gilding below those (gesturing at the three orbucula along his spine), then your clavicle-collar, and your headpiece. Has Sannet updated you on my process?"

A small nod. Trazyn heaves a sigh-analogue. Three whole decans have passed since that fateful battle, and just as long their cohabitation in Solemnace - but Orikan is still so afraid, and refuses all attempts to clarify the problem. Hardly an encouraging atmosphere where hands-on work is necessary. Still, for Orikan, he will do his best.

"... Good. If you've no other qualms, dear colleague, I will begin."

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They don't talk. Not about each other, not even loosely to fill the time. Trazyn's working at the same speed as his living self once did, which is rather slow for necron engrams, and in the absence of Orikan's jabs and insults he finds himself dwelling on the strangeness of the other's request. No one among their kind has needed to hand-gild anything since biotransference. Few individuals remember the art at all, and besides, they have decorator-scarabs for the purpose. Trazyn certainly isn't painting on his own raiments whenever he's damaged or switches bodies, and he loved gilding with his hands, it was his finest skill among the scribal arts.

But even when Trazyn lived the practice was considered old-fashioned. It's not an art he imagined Orikan, with his dislike of the past, would be caught dead asking for. Their world has shifted about them and maybe it's everything Trazyn has ever wanted, except he knows they're not the things Orikan would've usually wanted, and the thought of the other's discomfort bothers him more than he'd admit.

(Then again they never thought all that seriously about being caught dead, full stop.)

The hand holding the brush trembles. He is thinking illogically again.

(Trazyn only foolishly thought they had.)

Enough of this. Trazyn forcibly focuses his oculars elsewhere and redirects extra core-flux to his fine-motor actuators. It's easier because he's not facing Orikan. The spaces between the orbs and his spine are narrow, and while Trazyn can zoom in visually for the little details, he has no choice but to physically lean in close to actually let his brush pass over those areas. He tries to be discreet about it, but ultimately he must hold Orikan against him as he works, or else lie beside him for a clearer view.

He's seldom been this up close and personal with Orikan without dying. Nor with anyone else, not in this context: the living Trazyn's handiwork belonged to books and scrolls foremost, stone second, with the occasional jewelry-burnishing for interest. And even if he were only working on those (and not Orikan's body), remembering how it was done before is not the same as putting the work to practice, especially since Trazyn's current technique is different to how it was done before. There's a brush and there is gold, and therein ends the similarity. Trazyn's pigments are no longer bound with gum, but with fluid living metal, which adheres directly upon Orikan's body once painted. There is no need for varnish, nor the bite of regal acid, nor heat produced from anywhere other than their cores. Trazyn's own nanoscarabs are following along, tidying up the edges and weaving the gold layers into necrodermis at a subatomic level. His artisan's pride suggests a filigree finish, though his rational side suspects Orikan won't care for it.

Nevertheless he ought to bring it up at some point. It's a pretty touch, a dignified thing. Trazyn finishes gilding the lowest orbuculum down Orikan's spine, sits up with the faintest creak of his knee-cabling, moves away.

The astromancer's hand darts out of nowhere to grab his wrist.

Trazyn bristles. Literally bristles, the epidermic layer of his necrodermis rippling visibly as his subconscious prepares for an attack. It dies down as soon as he regards Orikan, and the immensity of the panic radiating from him; no need to run a diagnostic scry, nor even ask what's wrong, since the Diviner is incandescent with alarm-patterns from every functional node. Without a word Orikan drags himself to kneeling, crawls forwards - then collapses right against Trazyn's ribcage, clinging on for dear life, or whatever passes for its illusion nowadays.

"Orikan!" Trazyn's voice crackles, then fuzzes out of his vocal emitters entirely. It comes back dampened, soft, despite his best efforts. "What are you... oh... oh, damn it all."

There's no answer. But the point is loud and clear: Orikan needs his company, he won't be left alone. This was never about mere gilding - something happened to Orikan during the brief moments of his godhood, and Trazyn's presence is the only thing that's been grounding him ever since, for he's the one other proof Orikan has that the interdimensional horrors could be overcome. "I was only going to move to the other side, you know I wasn't going away." Trazyn says quietly as he puts down the brush, sitting up as straight as his back will allow. He supports the other's frail body in his arms and drapes one half of his cloak over him. "I'm right here, Orikan. It's all right."

They're pressed turquoise against turquoise, core-flux burning hot. Trazyn would not have believed, once upon a time, that such a happenstance could've occurred in any other context than his unfailing triumph over Orikan: he'd have been all too happy to see the Diviner crushed, made centrepiece or vassal or a slave, the gold and turquoise proof of his ownership more than anything else. Those fantasies feel distant now, like they're a different lifetime and a dozen different Trazyns away. In the present day Trazyn the Infinite is merely staring down at their hands, two charred and two unblemished, his oculars dim and sad as he clasps their fingers in comfort.

Fleetingly the archaeovist recalls this was how the Nihilakh nobility welcomed additions to the dynasty. The newcomer, usually a child or a foreign spouse, would be granted a ceremonial robing of the dynastic colours followed by gifts of gold and turquoise goods. Seal-rings for a new groom, hairpins for a bride, amulets and jeweled rattles and gold-embroidered toys for the newborn babes. Trazyn has never had cause to perform this ceremony himself and remembers nothing else about it, and he certainly doesn't think Orikan had anything like this in mind - but as far as welcoming Orikan to his household goes, he supposes this is the most benign way they could've gone about it.

"My dear Orikan." He soothes, watching the glimmer of Orikan's discharge nodes slowing to a quiet blink, and rests a warm palm atop the other's cranium. "I will not leave you. Take as long as you like."

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(Notes: This is a piece exploring a headcanon that Orikan wears Nihilakh colours because Trazyn gifted it to him post-TIATD, presumably during a recuperating period on or near Solemnace. Orikan got battered to hell and back during that battle, it's doubtful Trazyn would've let him go in that state; since I also enjoyed writing about necrontyr!Trazyn's scribal duties in Unravel recently, I've brought back the chrysography/hand-gilding angle for this piece. 🥰 It struck me as a low-key but very intimate image.)

[byakuyacoochie]

Thank God I freaking found your acc😭😭 it's so hard to find people that makes jjba smaus like you!:))

I'm glad to be providing for my fellow jjba stans it's not much but it's honest work 🙏

[summergoodwife]

Gonna say it again, "Just stop consuming the genre" is THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSE to someone complaining about the lack of representation in their preferred genre!! And "Consume other stuff too" is not much better!!! I don't care how much you think varying media consumption is a Good and Holy lifestyle, not everyone wants to do that! There is no obligation to do that and there should not be! Because it's fucking entertainment. It's not a college major.

And! And and and. I would be remiss to not point out that when you tell someone, "If you want well written (minority) just get out of (genre fandom)" you are, regardless of your motivations, rhetorically aligning yourself with the exact same bigots who just want the pro-representation crowd to shut up and go away.

[fishermcn]

// super random but if any of y'all are trying to do a run of bg3 once crossplay drops...

[spoopy-nevermore-dump]

Hey pssst hey. Have you ever considered: Montada?

I hate it, and it nearly killed my hyperfixation

But I understand my opinion on this may affect others, and many may be hurting from this episode soooooooooo

Art requests open

[wholoveseggs]

How I look after rereading Ice Cream and Love Bites because it is possibly my favorite fic of all time. And I need that comfort right now especially with Dark Star….

- ⛺️💜 (I am finding comfort in your other fics atm but I reread Ice Cream and Love Bites probably every week or so…)

Awwww I love that one! Writing about fatherly Elijah just gives me butterflies...

Like... seriously I MELT