#<- that’ll be my tag

[blorbosorbet]

A quick little Danny

[dewinabsentia]

whenever the ghouls sneeze, their element pops off ever so slightly. rain sneezes, the faucet trickles. cumulus sniffles, some papers slide off the table. it’s not very troublesome, even with dew, the most he ever does is light a candle or singe a leaf on one of mountain’s plants. but swiss. swiss, much like his multi elemental ability, is a wildcard. he’s popped lightbulbs, thrown open locked doors, froze an entire pot of freshly brewed coffee completely solid. some caffeine loving ghouls are still holding a grudge over that one. and phantom, ever the instigator, finds this endlessly entertaining. if he’s bored, he’ll light a candle that he knows will get swiss sneezing. the rest of the ghouls have taken to banning anything labeled “rose scented” from the den.

[tahopo]

50s-esque slasher to romcom pipeline

[panthermouthh]

What could go wrong

[pkmn-smashorpass]

Tell me your fave and why!!

[seawaveleo]

on a stroll

[sixoclockuty]

my integrity design

doodles

[zarvasace]

Anyone remember these guys? :) Storm and Magma! I wanted to draw something unequivocally CUTE. Process video under the cut for fun:)

[dovegraveyard]

To want so badly 🌙

[does-this-look-inanimate-to-you]

do the people who comment on my ao3 works know they are sustaining my life force

[princncess]

I’m curled up in my cage holding onto a pillow. I’ve been here for a long time and have pretty much gotten used to it.

I hear your footsteps approach and the door open, and instinctively press myself back against the wall side of the cage, holding my pillow tighter and lightly shaking from time to time as I tend to do in your presence. I look up at you with a little bit of fear, but most of what used to be behind my eyes is gone now anyway. You tell me in a calm voice that you’re just bringing me my food, nothing to worry about. I stay pressed against the wall as you open the door and place my bowl and water cup down, and only relax once you leave. You even gave me a utensil this time, how nice. I would have thanked you, but you cut out my tongue a long time ago.

I eat my food and finish my water, placing the bowl and plastic cup by the cage door and returning to my original position: blankly staring off as I hold onto my pillow. You come in again to get the dishes, and I press back against the wall as usual. My gaze remains empty and unfocused; shrinking away from you is an automatic, rote response at this point. You take the dishes and leave the room.

You come back after a few minutes and lie down next to me; the cage is roomy enough to accommodate us both laying down. The wall and I are once more acquainted, you our matchmaker. You smile at me.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, tone indicating no displeasure of your own, but still an awareness of my circumstance. I softly shrug at you, coming loose from the wall a bit but still mostly hidden by a blanket and the pillow held tight to me.

“Well do you feel good?” I softly shake my head. I’ve learned that you don’t tend to get mad at me if I tell you I feel bad. Maybe you care how I feel, viewing me as a loved pet, or maybe you just like hearing that I’m hurting. No way for me to know.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” I shrug again, sunken eyes finally dragged from the floor to meet yours.

“There must be something.” Lots of things would make me feel better. Let me go, hurt me less, kill me, give me sweets. I don’t ask for any of these things, either because I already know you’d refuse or because of difficulty in communication. Instead of asking for any of those, I settle on the one thing I can think of that would make me feel better (stop steadily feeling worse) at the moment. I pull my arm out from under the blanket and point off into the distance behind you.

You look back where I pointed. “Hmm? You want something over there?” I sigh. “Mm-mm.” “What is it then?” I point at you, then point back to the distance. Your tone drops to a slightly raised dull monotone as you realize what I’m saying. “Me, go away. That’s what you want.”

Your tone scares me, makes me think I’ve upset you. My breathing quickens. I hide behind my blanket and raise my arm to cover my eyes, softly whimpering.

You sigh and return your tone to normal. “I’m not mad at you. Come on out.” You softly pull at my wrist, I let you take my arm from my face- I know better than to resist you. “I’m not upset. I’m not going away like you want, but I’m not mad at you.” You wait for a few moments while I calm down.

“Is there anything else you want, something I’m willing to do for you?” I stare at you for a while. Finally, I hold my arm out in your direction, palm facing up. You can see the scar along my wrist from the time I tried to free myself from you. That’s why I get plastic cups now. You infer that I need your hand to finish communicating, and place it in mine. I move my hand up to hold your wrist.

I gently guide your hand to the side of my head, and holding your wrist, stroke my own hair a couple times. I let go and you continue stroking my head as I put my arm back under the blanket. I bury the lower half of my face in my pillow and close my eyes. My breathing is slow, and tears trail sideways over my nose until they soak into the pillow. I keep softly shaking as you pet me.

[nashdoesstuff]

they’re in love your honor

killer belongs to rahafwabas shattered!dream belongs to galacii

[pspsps @largefound-the-sequel, @justanidiotartist, any others?]

[countinglegoclowns]

I’ve been experiencing a lot of su brainrot lately so. Take these lol I’ve put a stupid amount of thought into them

Rambling under the cut

Pigsy is a Rubellite!

They’re often confused with rubies, and they have similar jobs, though rubellites are a little tougher and more stout

They’re often confused with rubies, and they have similar jobs, though rubellites are a little tougher and more stout

His weapon is his rake

Tang is an Amber!

Ambers are only a tiny step above pearls, though much shorter, and are often used to categorize information. They became largely obsolete in later eras as it was hard to make them.

Tang can summon wings and his weapon is a khakkhara

Their fusion, Baozi, is a Carnelian!!

Ultimate dad, totally balances out pigsy and tang

Always cooking/eating something

His weapon is a large, spiked club

[sunglassesmish]

jensen and misha in 2022 -> part one

[kookiecamera]

Please please please can we get the three of them in more scenes together. Marvel I am in your walls😳

[theallstore]

hello hello hello!! my @mcytblrholidayexchange gift for @cohnal !

words are from maize stalk drinking blood by the mountain goats + i have no idea if tumblr will keep the resolution or not so if it doesn’t this should be high res -> https://postimg.cc/wysKZc5j