#sketty post

[goosehaver]

Narinder is born!

he's my largest plush to date, and despite many needle wounds and other hand-sewing mishaps, he's (mostly) done.

i may or may not give him a mouth. i was planning to. but i think he looks fine without it. i do plan to make him some robes (or maybe just a shirt, depending on how it goes) and a little scythe.

is he perfect? nope, but he's here, and i'm happy with how he looks, even if he's a little lopsided and silly looking.

[spaghettiisinmysoul]

The dagger experience

[u3pxx]

the people are right he is like a little chew toy

[voidedtea]

[ID in alt]

my pieces for @strawberrij's thespius fashion zine!! quite the endeavour and adventure that turned out pretty neat i think :]

special thanks go to @ratchetclankarecute for posing/cloth references + the bulk of the image descriptions! that first image would Not have happened without them <3

[ups3tti]

"Cole was so dismissive of jay being adopted/jay's trauma in skybound. He's a horrible friend for that." May I bring your attention to Jay "make like a ghost and vanish" Walker

[blinkees]

I HOPE THE KITTY YOU FOUND IS DOING WELL :0 ARE WE ALLOWED TO SEE HIM OR COULD YOU DESCRIBE HIM MAYBE? I LOVE KITTIES!!!!

he cried at the back door while my partner and i were heating up leftover spaghetti so his name is Sketty now. luckily the vet had a time slot open today so he’ll be going to get checked out very soon!

he is so friendly and sweet, i’m guessing he was a pet at one point but was either lost or abandoned because he is *so thin*. couldn’t believe how light he was when i picked him up.

he’s eating really well though, using the litter without issue, and drinking plenty of water.

if we’re lucky, this handsome boy has a microchip and a family that misses him, and we can get him back to his home.

[theres-a-corpse-in-this-bed001]

Guys I love this picture so fucking much you dont understand

[raintailed]

decided to do some references for glaggleland sillies!

Most of them are gigglers, but Sketti is a glaggle (a more... aggressive variant). Gigglers can be turned into glaggles and vice versa.

Also the glaggleland rw stuff is by SarwaNoodle and Mimcooo :]

Princess (they/them); they like to romp around in the woods and they're usually dirty as a result. In fact, their paws and ears have been stained green because of it! Also, they're an assassin and their title is Life Stealer >:]

Patches (it/its, ey/em), who is colored like an egg and is super smart. It is really good at solving puzzles

Barnaby (she/her); she has really long legs and is very frog. While my characters were all canonically drawn by the Artist, Barnaby is one of the few characters who actually remembers this.

Gooble (any pronouns)... why do they look like a grunt??? No one knows. They are violent in the same way a cat is, and goes crazy for feather toys

Orble (he/him), who is very round and always wants attention. Please pet him.

Sketti (he/him, they/them), who is as long as ever and still has a habit of chewing up shoes

[forgivenpunishment]

When Wolfwood wakes up, he'll find himself alone in the bed. Which, in of itself, was not necessarily an unusual thing; Vash had a tendency to go out early in the mornings to get things done whenever he thought the undertaker could use the rest, but it isn't just him that's missing from their once-shared room— his bag is gone, too.

The only thing left of the blond's presence at all is a piece of paper sat on the little round table; Wolfwood's name written on the outward-facing side. And written on the inside…

—

I'm sorry, but I'm going the rest of this alone.

Today was a stark reminder of why it's too dangerous to get close to me. You may be able to keep up, but you are still human, and there are going to be times where things are out of our control; where I look at you or say something that brings you back to that place and puts you in more danger.

I don't make this decision lightly. Our time together in these last few months has meant more to me than I could ever hope to express in words, and to that effect, I'll cherish the time we had for the rest of my life, even if I don't deserve to; I refuse to let my selfishness be the reason you're chained to another monster.

You deserve to be able to carve your own path, Wolfwood. It might be hard for a while, but you'll find something, I know you will. You're good at so many things… I just hope that whatever path you make for yourself lets you forget me, one day. And maybe that same day, I'll get to hear about you from someone else who had the chance to get to know you in some way.

- V

⩥ @orangetintedglasses || break-up letter (plotted)

Wolfwood is going to kill Vash the Stampede.

Wolfwood is going. To kill. Vash the Stampede.

After the night they had—hell, the entire day they had—Wolfwood felt trapped in a nightmare, pounding on unbreakable glass as he watched Vash leave without looking back. It was just a nightmare—it was, wasn't it?—but it felt so real, and when he woke up in a cold sweat with tear tracks running down his cheeks he was so certain…

Sure enough, Vash's bag is gone. There's a letter on the table. No matter how many times Wolfwood pinches himself, no matter how hard he digs his nails into his thigh, he won't wake up. Why can't he wake up? It must just be a continuation of the nightmare—Vash said he wouldn't leave…

Who is he kidding? When has Vash ever kept his word on something like that? As soon as he gets it in his flighty head that someone's life would be better without him, there he goes like a ghost in the wind. Wolfwood has witnessed this, has scolded him for this, and he thought, like a fool, that perhaps he'd be the first time Vash would stay for someone. Maybe the two of them really had something worth keeping—he thought they were a team, and then he—

He told him about the damn pins.

Gray, dreary light fills the room, a stark reminder of the gloomy winter months reigning over them—it's still hot out, that doesn't change much, but it is… cloudier. Colorless. It's miserable, it weighs down his heart, and he's not sure why.

God—he loved Vash.

He actually fucking dared to love Vash, and of course this is the result.

His hand trembles as he picks up the letter. Every word, every letter, Wolfwood had essentially figured was written on the note before he even read it. He hates it when he's right. At least in his dream Vash had cried in the bathroom about it—this note doesn't have a single teardrop, it's written so neatly, like he'd… like he didn't care.

No, that's just his insecurities talking… Vash is just used to hollowing out the space in his chest of everything and anything that he cares about, of course the idiot cared… right?

If he cared, how could he have left after the mess of yesterday? If that had happened to Vash, Wolfwood would've been clinging to him like glue the day after, not so… so dismissive. The letter isn't even a 'see you later,' Vash doesn't want to see him in this delusional happy future he sees for Wolfwood—he just wants to hear about him from afar, from someone else.

The table cracks and clatters as he smashes his fist against it, crumpling the note within it. His fingers bore holes into the paper, and the drag of the paper tearing against his calloused digits feels like a damn drug, or like—

Cigarettes. He needs a fucking cigarette.

Wolfwood takes one from the pack Vash had gifted him and flicks his lighter harder than he needs to. The flame licks the tip of his thumb, but he doesn't care. In fact, he welcomes the pain, wishes for it to wake him from this nightmare (it doesn't, again). He unfurls the note, reads it again, then crumples it up again.

Why should he care about being broken up with? He should be concerned, as a friend (or whatever they are), where Vash has gone—why do his eyes feel ready to burst with tears, what is he, heartbroken? He's spent his whole life alone, why is this any different? He expected this to happen too, so why is there a whisper in his ear to let Vash go and get himself killed, that he hurt you, you shouldn't care about him anymore—

Vash could be anywhere by now. Wolfwood doesn't even have a hint as to where the man could be, or which direction he left, he has to start looking now—even if Vash doesn't want to be found, he… he has to, doesn't he? He needs to protect Vash, it's his one job—if he can't do that, then what does he do? What other path does he have? He doesn't belong anywhere, there's nowhere Wolfwood can go and all he can do is…

The undertaker begins to wobble to the balcony to continue his smoke, but he can't keep the image up any longer. The cement blocks that he calls feet crumble beneath him, causing Wolfwood to land hard on his knees, giving him rug-burn. He leaves a burn mark in the carpet where he digs the end of his cigarette into it, twisting it until the entire stick is wasted and wadded up into the butt.

Loud, angry sobs spill from his throat, tears run down his cheekbones into the carpet, unfettered by reason. No matter how hard he shames himself for shedding precious droplets for such a suicidal, ignorant, oblivious, arrogant, head-up-his-own-ass man like Vash, he can't temper the flow however hard he tries. He can't stay his tongue from sobbing 'no, no, no, no,' like some kind of teenage girl, and he definitely can't help the way he crashes to his side and crosses his arms over his chest to hug himself as he writhes with conflicting emotions. Anger, depression, relief, and grief all fight for dominance as though his heart is a goddamn arena, and he's the bait for the monsters to fight over.

He's young again. He's flailing in his cell, wishing he was home, wishing he was anywhere else.

He's alone in this strange world again.

He always has been. Always will be.

He is the Punisher, and he was foolish to think otherwise.

[orangetintedglasses]

( basic bitch music taste means I don't really make playlists that often but WHEN I DO it's usually for ships LMAO, anyway, mw/star playlist whoops-- )

[goosehaver]

no fucking way

[spaghettiisinmysoul]

Okay so for those who aren’t aware, marvel rivals does this thing where, when new skins come out, they’ll host giveaways.

They get a bunch of streamers, have them play on different servers, and if you end up in a game with one of them, you get a skin!! Last time, you could pick one of any skin in the shop, this time you get a set of sue storm and mister fantastic, but their wedding edition :’) including a pic cause it’s CUTE

SO! This means you have to time your queueing up right. You find out how much of a lag the streamers have, or their mods will send countdowns in chat, so you know when to ready up.

Well obviously there’s a lot of people trying to get these skins, so when you get into a match that DOESNT have a streamer, a lot of the time someone will go in chat and be like “we’re throwing the game right?”

This has led to many shenanigans

We spent pretty much every game playing a full team of healers (me and my two squad mates all immediately pick healers, and usually the other three in the party will follow cause it’s funny lmao) AND I got to see my Jeff have multiple playdates with the other teams’ Jeffs, which was DELIGHTFUL.

Basically, there are still some good people in the world and apparently they’re on marvel rivals <3

[afriendofblahaj]

TY <3

trans women are cool as fuck

@spaghettihell @deadskincellsonyourpillow @afriendofblahaj

[ups3tti]

Hey whatever you do don't think abt the fact that if Morro had succeeded in killing all the ninja in the caves of despair like he planned, Cole would be the sole "survivor" since he's a ghost and the blast wouldn't kill him. So he'd just have to watch everyone else die.

[madammuffins]

Just learned linen is a fiber. Guess who's daily intake is going to go off the fucking charts.

[ultrabreaksound]

I have been thinking about this practically all day

Just imagine

Just imagine what could happen if Blurr found out about Shockwave earlier than canon but kept the secret because shockblurr reasons