#this is so bad timing bruh

[sandeewithtwoe]

Im going to bed rn (its 1:18 am for me rn) but I hope you are doing okay right now despite the news that just came out :(

Im doing okay rn, very tired and sad... But also disappointed... I guess I kinda just accepted it and realized theres nothing I can do about this.

Im just hoping that whatever Jakei decides in the end, that she is happy and safe.

Good night Sandee 👋🏼

It’s very late here too (2 am) but I can’t sleep cause I already took a 2 hour nap not too long ago

Very sad about the news too, Underverse was a big part of this community and it’s so sad seeing it end because of harassment from weirdos. A large part of this fandom will be grieving. Wishing Jakei a good rest.

Goodnight Clo!! Sleep tight <33

[imclou]

can't believe fnaf brought me out of art hibernation man what a turn of events

[hivemindscape]

im a big fan of esper powers slipping loose in harmless ways when they're happy

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: Phil, should we just pick someone and target them and make sure they don't get in?

Phil: Jesus. No??? [Laughs]

Tubbo: Ok, sorry, I just wondering if we were on the same wavelength–

Phil: It's against the rules, first of all!

Tubbo: How is targeting against the rules???

Phil: It's literally against the rules.

Roier: [Starts messing around with his soundboard] 🔊💥

Phil: Alright, target Roier. I'm kidding– [Cracks up laughing]

[cloudcake-macoroni]

SO THE DEFENCE GAME WAS A THING!!!

[arolegos]

hai.. jago doodles in these trying times :3

moree stuff about spider lloyd under cut cause. cause.

Oka its technically an au of post-canon movieverse simply bc . why not. lloyd doesn't have powers there so this makes for some silly fun ideas!!!!

it takes place a year post canon, the ninja have retired since their main threat (garmadon) is no longer an active threat, and any other threat they leave to the police. also the fact that they were highschoolers being ninja did Not Sit well with most adults so they were kinda Barred off from that. that was ok with all of them though

but then lloyd got bit by a spider!!! 🫨🫨 and #withgreatpowercomesgreatresponsibility so now he's. spiderman. unsure if that's the name im sticking with but that's just the foreground of the au :3

his design isnt set in stone yet but this is some of it!!!! :D i have some lore prepared but im too lazy to type it all out okay bye i have to study for midterms :(

[kristiliqua]

watching sneeg and clown argue is so funny because holy hell i’ve never realized how sneeg is SUCH an instigator for literally no reason other than Its Funny and Being A Little Shit

[feng-shui71]

Bc I did this today but u gotta draw the fam in matching shirt/dress colors doing silly ass jcpenny style photos for Mother’s Day

gang I can’t believe they subjected you to this corny photoshoot💔

[typheus]

Clown time for grimm :)

[leelarots]

various edits made by my lovely moots

based on this message

original if u wanna edit her into any thoschei scenes

[blaiddraws]

if you ship ingo and emmet please don't follow me

[notgonza]

My brain has such a strange attachment to side characters. it's fun until you realise how little they show up, and then you can barely find any content of them outside of the original source

like if they show up for one second on screen I go nuts and put all my attention on them and then rewatch all the scenes their in 5 million times

[king-lena]

watermour + text post meme (part 38) // inspiration credit to @watermourdivorce and their top tier watermour coded reblogs

[lizardbrainlabs]

tng au where everything is the same but data is wearing cunty blue lipstick for no particular reason

[arttsuka]

People not understanding the difference between liking/disliking something and that thing being objectively good/bad will never fail to anger me

[rhonissancee]

๑Superficial Love. Goldenratio (Ratio x Aventurine). WC: 1.2k [to note: not proofread !]

Aventurine wasn't one to actively express what he was feeling. Think of it like a kaleidoscope, converting sunrays into different shapes and colors to distract you and bring your focus away from the source. In his case it was always much easier to showcase various different emotions and wear them like a mask. When he needs people to pity him he'll craft a perfectly pathetic face one to easily deceive. When he needs to get on someone's nerves a small quirk of his lips into a smug smirk is all it really took. So he didn't see the need for expressing himself when he can easily shift into something that'll cater to the other party, like a masked man raising the stakes of the game every time just for the player to realize that he had nothing but a bad hand. A master of deception who knows how and when to use it. It took years of practice to get him where he is now, years of observing people from the shadows, analyzing facial expressions when he'd play poker, and mimicking them perfectly to suit the facade he was trying to build. So imagine his surprise when all of it comes crumbling down the moment he becomes tangled with the esteemed Dr. Veritas Ratio. When face to face with another masked fool it was easy to tell, like a predator realizing that it's one of their own, alike to the point where the mask becomes undone for a split second; a moment of vulnerability. But a split second will stay a second. It was a barely there crack in one's facade, one that can't be seen by the naked eye unless up close.

"you're deflecting." Bored. Casual. But there was something, a small pinprick of emotion—that barely there crack and Aventurine was ready to hammer it down.

"responding to that serves quite difficult Veritas." He could see the small pinch in the others fine brow, an indication of annoyance, he always hated when Aventurine called him that. A small tell being the way the others jaw would tighten only for it to be forced into a relaxed state.

"with a mind like yours. It shouldn't be." Treat it as a yes or no question and you'll find yourself more likely to pick none. Except the question proposed was far more complex, sticky with emotions that Aventurine has spent years trying to bury deep in the alcoves of his soul, never to be felt again.

"you said I love you." Aventurine repeats as if saying it again makes it more digestible, more fathomable, more like a test instead of a declaration. It did no such thing, If anything saying those three words made his tongue numb and his head ache. He maintained his calm exterior, mirroring Ratio's own one.

"I did" his words mechanical, Aventurine almost found it comical. From gathered information one could easily tell this was probably the shittiest confession ever, in movies confessions are usually done over the pouring rain preferably with tears spilling from their eyes and voices screamed raw. There was no screaming, there were no tears, even the weather outside his apartment seemed cheerful.

"well thank you" that was dumb even Aventurine had to admit it. What's even worse than a shitty confession was an equally shitty answer. You say thank you when a gentleman opens the door for you, or when you receive a glass of water from the waiter, not when the supposed love of your life (Aventurine is still debating if that's the right term for Ratio) is confessing their unyielding feelings for you with a stone cold face.

"thank you?" The quirk in Ratio's brow was the only indication of his amusement. Aventurine could feel the steam of heat rush to his cheeks. That mask he so cleverly designed now getting dismantled with ease. This wasn't fair. Ratio was doing this on purpose .

"thank you for your confession. It must've taken a lot of courage to say that." Aventurine can't save himself now but he could at least try to play it out. In the game of feelings (at least with Ratio) the only loser is the one that folds.

"quite. I had an entire speech planned." Aventurine choked on his spit, he imagined it: Ratio hunched over his work desk trying to find the perfect synonyms for beautiful.

"the effort is admirable" only for the speech to be reduced to three simple words. Yet those words tangled deep within his heart strings, tugging and knotting itself orchestrating the loud thump thump thump in his chest. Honestly he'd prefer the grandeur speech instead, he'd rather Ratio go on and on about how his hair looked sun spun and how his eyes reassembled those irritatingly bright graffiti stencils on brick walls.

Ratio didn't even try to speak. His eyes said it all: 'deflecting' and a small hidden part of them seemed to say 'say it back, I'm begging you'

Aventurine laughs his tone a bit pitched—panic. "Such a thoughtful confession deserves time and thought put into it" he needs time. He needs time. He needs time. He needs time.

He can't do this right now and so he allowed himself a calculated slip up, a moment of vulnerability all for the sake of buying himself more time.

A slow blink was Ratios reply as if it just occurred to him that not everything is warranted an immediate answer, an immediate solution. Aventurine could see a small crack, ruining his flawless porcelain facade—shame perhaps?

A speck of guilt. He knew the agony of waiting for an answer to something the type of feeling that roots itself inside of your brain to fester doubt and insecurity. But if he knew Ratio (and he did) he wouldn't allow things as feeble as that cloud his focus, he'd snip every single one in a heartbeat. If anything he would warrant Aventurine as much time as he needed because Ratio was a sensible (albeit emotionally constipated at times), meticulous man. He wouldn't want a rushed answer let alone a forced one.

Aventurines assumption was confirmed when he felt gentle hands envelope his own ones. He couldn't help the small flinch he let out at the contact, something he wasn't used to despite hanging around the scholar almost everyday. His gaze met Ratios and he was surprised to find them warm and sincere, eyes like honeycomb encased in amber. He didn't like the look of sincerity in the others face.

He watched as Ratio slowly brought his two hands to his lips, kissing his knuckles with the devotion that would bring preachers to shame. He didn't expect to spark such a reaction, he didn't know what mask to put on. A miffed look crossed Aventurines face.

"take all the time you need. I won't go anywhere." Ratio mutters softly, it was out of character, it was unusual, it was making Aventurines heart malfunction and his mind muddled.

"you-"

"I'm sorry" what why

"I don't want you to answer for my sake." Ratio explained, another kiss to his hands. Aventurine remains silent, shocked. This was Ratio. The person behind the porcelain mask. Raw and vulnerable and so utterly smitten.

For me? Aventurine swallows thickly but he could feel that small panic from earlier thawing. An indiscernible feeling replacing it.

"Aventurine, anaticula. I love you." Ratio says and this time it wasn't to demand an answer, it was to inform, it was to declare, it was the type to be whispered under shared sheets in the dead of night.

Honestly Aventurine wouldn't mind that thought.

The blonde sighs softly with a small smile drawn on his lips "what am I going to do with you Veritas" he mutters, moving so that his forehead could rest against Ratios, his brows scrunch a bit as the words repeated in his head.

I love you

I love you

I love you

AN: gonna separate my writings actually. Fanfics for my OTPS will be here, x readers on the other account + Anyways take this ratiorine drabble that I wrote on a whim (so sorry if it's messy) because I'm so high on both of them + Fun fact: anaticula translates to 'little duckling' AND IK ITS LIKE KINDA CRINGE AND SHIT BUT IDC LALALALALA + They're both emotionally intelligent but constipated when it comes to each other me thinks. I honestly love this ship so much (it hurts) and I'd definitely write for them more.