#Don't you worry

[somerandomdudelmao]

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

That one ask made me realize

Leo's the only one that doesn't know Casey yoinked their spirits from like the moment they died.

Leo wasn't aware enough of what was going on when his spirit was brought to the present! The others were and knew what was happening! Leo doesn’t know, and no one's told him!

If I didn't like just wake up, I'd have screenshots but

DONNIE'S FACE IN THE LATEST UPDATE. HE'S NOT ABOUT TO TELL LEO HOW CASEY BROUGHT HIM BACK! HE'S ALREADY BEEN FEELING GUILTY ABOUT LEAVING EVERYONE BEHIND

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

[smilelessthan3]

MODERN AU TIME!!

Every fantasy game gotta have some kind of modern au version of it, right? This time, the party met over an online mmorpg that they all enjoy!

They're all meeting up for the final raid of the latest DLC. They've been invested in the story for years now and are excited to finally end this arc together! They all meet in Siffrin's city, staying the week in a hotel, playing the game the final day they're there as a last hoorah!

On the second to final day, they visit the city's park. The city was founded on Change God's beliefs and thus has a Favor Tree After a visit to the tree, Siffrin guides everyone to a restaurant nearby that he really likes. Going across a street before the sign says to walk. Everyone tells him not to, but he just says this street is always empty, it doesn't matter Then he wakes up in bed, the day having restarted.

*i know, two au drawings back to back, but i do have a lot of actual normal game drawings, but I just like drawing people in new outfits lol*

[fangirlfortress]

I love ships where it's like. They're your best friend. They're at times your most bitter enemy. You're two sides of the same coin. You trust them explicitly, would die for them, kill for them, and they for you. They are your fiercest protector, and you theirs. They've worked in the shadows, have done things you don't even know about, for the sake of your safety. And you don't know - you don't go looking - but sometimes they come back after a journey and they have something dark shielded behind their eyes, an adoration you refuse to look too closely at. You long to touch, but you can't. You don't let yourself. You don't let yourself even think about it. They don't either, though sometimes they fail, they put a hand on your shoulder and linger. You let them to trace the shape of your face for a few seconds, allow yourself the brief weakness, but nothing more than that. You push away, you say, "don't." because this can't be. It could. You could reach out, could fight, could love each other. You could reach out. You don't, you never will. You kiss someone else, a pretty girl, someone you love very much, but there they are, behind her, staring at you. And you open your eyes as you open your mouth, look them in the eye, watch their still face - this is a song you've both danced to before - as you press your mouth to another's, not thinking of anything at all but looking, looking. And in another life, one where everything weren't so complicated, where you weren't so twisted up inside with all the worries that were placed inside you when you were young - legitimate worries, ones you still carry today, that you will always carry. If your positions were different, if there weren't so much history - so many secrets. If, if, if.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Morty: *already a traumatized child in canon*

Me with my Rick and Morty angst fics: MORE TRAUMA!

[ghuleh-recs]

Yk who i think is really underrated when it comes to x f!reader fics?? Cumulus. I've barely seen anything of her and it breaks my over-dramatic heart!! Do you have anything of her?? I'm so desperate at this point lmaoo

Anon! You are so right and you should say it! I hope some of these are new to you. Enjoy ♡♡

recs under the cut.

fever for the fire - @gravehags - E, 1.7k

This abbey party fucking sucks. But what's waiting for you outside, certainly doesn't.

if you have kinktober (ch. 8) - @codekeeper - E, <1k

From your place sprawled out on the bed, you follow Cumulus’ movements with your eyes as she steps into the harness and adjusts it to fit over her curvaceous hips. She yanks at the straps impatiently, her brows furrowing in concentration; after hours of teasing you and working you open, she just wants to fuck you already.

Ghouls' Night Out - @cowboyemeritus - E, 1.9k

“I’ve never done it with another girl before,” you admit, almost shy. It drives the three hellbeasts mad, and they exchange glances. They look like lionesses out on a hunt and the buzzing arousal inside of you only grows at the sight. *also see these great headcanons here.

Praise - @lunariiawrites - E, 2k

After a fight breaks out, you're left to clean up the mess, and Cumulus decides to show you a few notes on the piano, among other things.

Kinktober 2021 (ch. 10) - @copias-thrall - E, <1k

Massage – Cirrus x Cumulus x Reader Cumulus has a great idea on how to spend the evening.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

[sparrowsworkshop]

"Don't You Worry" by OneWingedSparrow

Main Tags: Twilight Princess, Post-Canon, Zelink, Link & Epona, Fluff, POV Epona, Trust Issues, Retrospective

Summary: Epona notes Zelda's nervousness around Link, and thinks it is undeserved. Read on AO3 Reblogs are appreciated! Hey listen, have a TP Zelda song rec since you're here :) ~

Epona knew her master’s hands. Link’s pull on the reins was never harsh, never hasty. She could not say the same for Fado; that man meant well, but, while occupied with counting the goats they were herding, he always clutched the reins too tightly, putting too much pressure on the bit. Nor would she say the same for the children she loved; whether nervous about being up too high on her back, or simply so confident to be up so high, they would cling to her mane with fervor. Talo especially held a habit of jerking.

When the Bulbins had taken her, they roughhoused her more than even Talo could have. She did not appreciate the rough talons that cut into her skin while they wrestled a coarsely woven bridle over her head and clamped their harshest bit, perhaps better fit for a boar, over her tongue. She did not like the feel of their hands on her reins, as they yanked her hither and yon with no care for her own sense of direction. To them, she was only a vehicle that carried them from one point to the next. She had been glad to break free of their stiff, demanding control.

When her master found her again, his touch was as welcome as a summer breeze from Farore. Gentle, and soothing, and steady, and sure. He guided her, but did not force her; he let her go her own way, but tugged her away from distractions as necessary, ensuring they arrived at their required destination.

Epona knew her master’s hands. She had spent countless years of her life helping Link plow the fields, tote the crops, haul the firewood. She knew the firm kindness by which he brushed her coat, the quiet strength by which he mucked the barn, the fond tenderness by which he patted the goats. Even when the herd got ornery, and he had to wrestle a wayward, bleating fugitive back to the ranch, Link’s might never lost its meekness. Epona knew her master’s hands, and she knew they were trustworthy.

Why was it, then, that the princess of Hyrule seemed nervous of the hand offered unto her?

Glancing back over her withers, Epona shook her mane and waited. For how long the princess had hesitated to receive the gift, it was as if Link had offered a writhing snake instead of a shimmering tiger lily.

The forest whispered a patient breeze to pass the time, while the ever traipsing brook muffled any conversation between the two. Epona swished her tail in warning as a fly droned by. Thankfully, it did not land.

Movement at last caught Epona’s eye. The princess finally accepted the gift, though she received it not in her hands, but in her hair, as the giver—her Hero—carefully reached upwards and tucked the flower behind her ear. No, Epona thought, the princess’ hands were meant to receive something greater than that lovely gift. After all, Link was reaching out once again, and this time, there was no hesitation; the princess let her hand rest in his.

Epona’s ears flicked forward. While she watched in excitement, the two began to wander, their footsteps drifting towards the water that danced with dappled sunlight.

Yes, anyone skittish could discover the truth, even the very princess of Hyrule.

Her master’s gentle hands could always be trusted. ~

[jasminediaz]

Let's start from the beginning...

Okay so... Hi! I know it's been so loooooong since the last time I posted something and I know I literally neglected my account, but I have my own reasons to have disappeared for the past.... 6 or 5 five months, I had this little thorn of coming back to this beautiful place and community, nevertheless there was some stuff I had to deal with first and that didn't let me to create more content.

MY LAST YEAR IN HIGH SCHOOL

Around January and March I was dealing with some problems like any other teenager has around my age (or well young-adult); I would say some childish situations happened in my circle of friends that led to us to split (the initial problem started with 3 friends) and it escalated to the point that most of our mates ended up igetting involved in that; for my part I didn't have any other disagreements with them (let's say I was the one listening to their problems and the one who was the mediator in this, I mean, I never took sides like a good Hufflepuff being in a neutral point HAHAHA) But it hurt to see our friendship falling apart... Besides, it was my last semester and as such graduation was not longer so far, so that took all of my time, my teachers would give a lot of homework to do and I couldn't get enough sleep. To that I have to add that I was also a little sad since I had to break up with my BF, nothing to worry about, it was for the best, and I promise that I tried to keep up on posting my drawings here to deal with my sadness but I was emotionally exhausted. And of course, not leaving aside my new responsibilities and procedures to do as a young adult.

2. MY ENTRANCE EXAM

After all the drama I had in my last 3 months of High School, I graduated. For the first time in many months, I could say I felt a relief to close that chapter in my life, it was a feeling of freedom after all the things that happened there, however I wasn't done yet, my entrance exam for the university was around the corner and as such I had to study and prepare for that.

I don't complain about it, there are a lot of people that had had the nerves of going to university and you know what? it was worth it! I passed with a high score, and I can finally say that I started university a month ago 🎉😊

Of course I had to addapt to this new chapter in my life so that I could have enough time to prepare myself to come back to this place I missed so much.

3. EVERYTHINGS GOES SMOOTHLY

In conclusion... I'm currently doing fine, fortunately and if everything goes well I'll be posting accasionally, not as much as I used to do, but I would like to keep on track with all the things I missed; I really want to thank to VERY special people that I chated with during this time I was gone, your company and messages were so helpful to give me hope that I could be here again, and I'm so grateful to God that you are part of my life now. Love to ya'll 💝💕❤

@yoselin-uyu @tiny-chiro @aleapple1216 @aneshkablack @immagrosscandy @khamoise @maleliddell @theevoh12 And welcome to you!! I hope we can be good friends @nev-nara @hailzerox @arrozconlecheeee Just so you know, in a few minutes a drawing will be posted hehe P.S. sorry @krinkitori :"( I missed you too

[tinylongwing]

[ronqueesha]

My space wife is officially my space wife!

Legit in tears over the thought that Andreja's vows were her giving Sarit a gift that represents everything about her faith, her past, her culture, and her trust. A gift of utmost spiritual belief and connection, given to someone who began the story with a mind full of nothing but machines and numbers.

Sarit is a different person now, due in no small part to Andreja. It was Andreja who first saw the true Sarit, the frightened girl from Neon who struggled to breathe and wished only to live a normal life without a failing body. And Sarit was the first person outside of House Varuun that Andreja was willing to drop her defenses for. To let someone else in and be vulnerable with. They both have seen each other for who they truly are, and love each other even more because of it.

[storkmuffin]

John? JOHN?! JOHNNNNN!! Stop! Stop!!! He's already dead! OMG!

Behold: Basically the two faces of the INTJ Autistic.

No 1: Clenching Everything You Can Clench.

No 2: The mask falls as soon as their back is turned. Oh James.

[slytherindisaster]

someone: so, how many of them you want to be bisexual?

me: yes

[triple-pupil]

WHAT IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY!?!? IM SO SORRY I MISSED IT!! Forgive me with mugman and cuphead in gmod fighting to the death

PFFF DON'T WORRY AT ALL, FRIEND. No one is obligated to even aknowledge it so, it's ok.

PFFHAHA. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.

[honelle56]

I just wrote a 1.5k word outline for a drabble so I guess we have a fic incoming soonish xD

[shakiradaily]

DON'T YOU WORRY Black Eyerd Peas x Shakira x David Guetta Official Music Video

[midnightmarev]

For the Wings of Fire enjoyers that may or may not reside in the QSMP community, I need your help.

I am in the process of making a Rainwing OC to replace Wilbur in an AU that's been at the back of my mind for a VERY long time, and I can't decide on a name for them. They're a kind of adventurous spirit and left the rainforest as a dragonet cuz they wanted to see what else there was, the other Rainwings just scoffed and shrugged, not even noticing when they didn't return. They now live with Phil, Techno and Tommy (not gonna spoil their tribes or backstories lol) :3

The names I am thinking of are

Egret (a tropical elegant bird (not far from regret, like I'm regretting making Wilbur a character))

Lyre (like the Lyrebird (it also sounds like liar, which is what Wilbur is (the character isn't)))

Canary (again, a bird)

Nightingale (another bird lol)

Airy (kinda like they've got their head in the clouds, according to the other Rainwings, at least)

Juniper (a berry. Only put this on the list for if I wanna make them a humanoid OC as well sometime in the future)

What do we think?

[museumgiftshoperaser]

Paint the Devil on the Wall

80s New York City art scene AU, Coming November 7th!

My Steddie Big Bang project has a posting date! The first of five chapters will be uploaded to AO3 on November 7th! I can't wait to share this story that I've been working on since January. It's the longest I've ever worked on a fic and also the longest in terms of length. We'll probably be clocking in at around 60k and it will be rated E. The fic will be accompanied by art from @melonalemonade and @dreaminginpencil which I could not be happier about! I've seen a little sneak peak of one of the pieces and it's so insanely gorgeous, you're gonna love it so so much <333 Below is a little excerpt from the intro...

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The first artwork Eddie ever falls in love with is a piece of graffiti on the dumpster behind the church. He’s ten, maybe eleven and his mother pushes him across the parking lot on Sunday morning. They’re running late and pretending not to be, but the Indiana sun soaks sweat through his mother’s nicest blouse. A telltale sign of rushing and cheap polyester. 

Would you look at that, she tuts anyway, like judging other people will guard her from nasty looks from the right side of the picket fence. Her yellowed nails hook into his shoulders. I bet it’s those Peterson boys again. 

So Eddie looks. 

It’s a corner of town he’s seen a hundred times, but just like that it’s new again. Angry blue and black lines swoop across the metal into bold letters spelling out SOON. Loud like advertising, enticing like early morning cartoons. Messy, but on purpose.

His mother must see the crease between his brows, maybe the longing in his eyes because she adds you don’t draw on things that aren’t yours, baby.

Inside, with his knees on the hardwood and his eyes closed, those bright letters light up the inside of his eyelids like a promise. Soon. He doesn’t know what, or where or how, but he thinks it’s coming. 

Later that night he scratches the same swooping letters into his bedside table with a ballpoint and a vision. Pushes so hard the plywood dents in the shape of his marks and learns how good it feels. How a room can be a canvas. How he gets to pick the colors.

His stepdad smacks him over the head for it when his mother finds out so he figures nothing in his bedroom is really his. But maybe he knew that already. 

It’s a decade later now, and Hawkins, Indiana is over seven hundred miles away. He doesn’t believe in God anymore, maybe never did, and he no longer believes in Art. But he believes in Soon like nobody’s business. Gets the word tattooed over his wrist his first week in New York and never looks back. The money. The boys and the white, chalky lines across every black surface he can find. Everything. Soon.

It’s coming.

All of which is to say that this is not a love story.  At least, not yet.

(If you have any questions you can always send me an ask, I've been absolutely DYING to talk about this story since January) (And also thanks so much to all the moderators who've been running this big bang!)