#I keep forgetting to use that tag!!!

[catliker49]

I am hoping I'll finish this tomorrow!! I'll be a day late for Clown's birthday, but it's currently 2:30AM! I must get my beauty sleep! Here is some of the Line art so far if you are interested! Howdy and Barnaby! Yay!!! Ooh I also drew Sally.. I love how I drew her.. I'm holding myself back from showing too much of the drawing, but AAHH! (Also I am so Angry - not really! haha! - every time I try to make my text fancy.. the last letter, full stop, comma or bracket is always white rather than the Colour I chose! Evil I say!)

[royalarchivist]

Phil: [Logs out of his Hardcore world so Gus doesn't accidentally step on a button and kill him]

Gus: [Tries to start his own Minecraft world] 🐈

[cloud-ya]

0^0

[ryssbelle]

Mickey mouse cartoon reference go brrr

[djinn-ale]

bring back ghost bumblebee

[meanbossart]

aw god dammit all the gorgeous art peeps are making of Best Boy Drow got me inspired to draw my tav twins with hiiiim 😔 my twunk boy eck is totally very secure in his masculinity so he'd get sloshed and start comparing scar stories. em's the "smart" twin so she knows they're both beat 😔 this will not stop her from ogling. she's on her best behavior i swear 😔😔😔

THE HOWL I JUST FUCKING LET OUT AT THIS. I'VE BEEN STARING AT IT AND SNICKERING LIKE AN IDIOT FOR THE PAST 15 MINUTES.

I'm OBSESSED with all the body language here, you illustrate gesture/movement SO WELL I practically envision this animated, and oh my god the atmosphere 😭your backgrounds are every bit as lively and beautiful as your characters - THE FOLIAGE, THE BLURRY FOREGROUND, SO MUCH DEPTH HERE

Also I love this wall of text on top and not a single bubble connecting back to DU drow, you just know it's been an entire 20 minutes since he last said a non-monosyllabic word. I'M GUESSING ECK DOESN'T MIND, HE'S GOT ENOUGH TO SAY FOR BOTH OF THEM, 10/10 DYNAMIC.

Em I'd question why you're even wasting your time here but we both know why. Anyways I can assure you they're going equal amounts of ogling - Eck how long will it be before you notice your sister's rack is far more interesting than your mephit bite.

Anyways my point is this is fucking incredible. I'm speechless. I must retreat into my cave now and stare at this for the rest of the day.

[crystalmagpie447]

uh m

cries wails sobs

off 2 bed i g o

siishjhubhjkIJHUBYDHENS

[cypric-rat-hyperfixation]

Trans rat rock :>

Have a good day :D

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[peachyfnaf]

i havent drawn these two in a hot second so. my favorite gay people :) this piece is named 'emergency gay people' bc i listened to a song that reminded me of them and damn it really Was an emergency to draw em kjdfhsdfdgf

[cozylittleartblog]

diversity win your spam emails are queer

[dizzybizz]

sleepy gill and gill with the bubbled evil cat

[royalarchivist]

Phil: Gee, I sure hope I'll get to go on many more adventures in the future! That would be incredible.

Phil: ...What's this like, heavy feeling in my chest, like I'm forgetting something? ...Chayanne? Tallulah?

Phil did NOT have to break out the QSMP angst in the middle of his anime-protag speech as a bit, that was foul 😭😭

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[While the Minecraft song "Alpha" plays in the background]

Phil: Boop, there we go! [To Chat] Why are you staring at me? Why- why are you staring at me? I'm not gonna do it!

[Phil turns his camera off]

Phil: What's that, Piglin? You think I should go on an adventure? Wow! You know, I think I will! I think I will go on an adventure! I'll bring back so many treasures for you, you'll see! You'll all see! [Laughs] Here I go! Soaring through the sky! [Laughs] Gee, it reminds me of that dream I had that lasted a little while where I couldn't fly. Now I can! Oh, it was a terrible nightmare, terrible nightmare indeed. [Laughs] I sure do miss that wet cat. [Laughs and snorts] I wonder how he's doing! I'm sure he's gone on many adventures. Whee—!

Phil: [Temporarily breaking character] We gotta get some soul sand, hold on, this guy's a dumbass. [Thanks a sub]

Phil: Gee, I sure hope I'll get to go on many more adventures in the future! That would be incredible. ...What's this like, heavy feeling in my chest... like I'm forgetting something? [Quietly] ...Chayanne? Tallulah? No, it's nothing. No it's nothing, it's nothing, it's fine! Let's keep digging. I'll just keep digging and it'll be fine! [Laughs]

Phil: [Breaking character as he turns his camera back on] I can only be mean to you for so long, I can't keep a straight face saying that sht, oh my god, that– that was so foul. That was so foul, I apologize. [Cracks up again]

[luna-loveboop]

Hey guys I have a favour to ask

Please do not reblog Jojos post about the patreon with complaints and disappointment.

Everything everyone is saying is valid. Your fears and concerns- the disappointment because you can't afford it- is so important

Your thoughts are important and so are you

It is very unfair to Jojo, however, to see those reblogs- with half support and half negativity.

Everyone is worried about the fandom- what it means that we might not be able to see some content- that we won't know how to handle some people knowing things before others can

But I would ask that you express those concerns on your own blogs, perhaps not even under the Lu tags.

I know your intentions are good. There is no denying that we all care. But these statements are inherently negative no matter how well meant.

No problems will go away by ignoring it- by just shutting up about it.

What I fear right now is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Most concerns are about the fandom- about there being division, a sense of "elitism".

But if we're worried about division, then we will only make it happen by arguing about it.

We should turn to unity. We can work to make this positive.

Obviously no one will share what is on the patreon before it is public. But we can still share in the wonderful excitement and discussions following updates! We should agree to have just as much joy in what we love.

We should agree for there to be no bragging- only excitement when everyone can see it, that we can share our thoughts just as well as we always could.

This is a huge step for Jojo. In motivation and getting rewarded for years of hard work. In helping her to continue what takes so much time.

We've all read big project fanfictions where the author had to stop. I find this extremely reassuring as to an underlying fear I know we've all had.

Linkeduniverse is wonderful and loved. Now we have more certainty that Jojo means to see this through- to carry out what was never intended to be a story starting out.

I get it. I am so scared too. I'm scared for the fandom and I'm scared for me. There is no way I can afford it. I may not ever be able to.

I'm scared to even make this post- to say my opinion and ask something of others

This is amazing and wonderful. I think everyone agrees that we are so proud of Jojo for taking such a big step for herself.

Reblogging her post with disappointment and rants in the tags- do not show her it's not worth it- that she will only be met with disapproval.

Let's be kind- and make this positive.

This is a good thing. Every worry and concern is valid, it shows how much we care. Let's keep this something we love.

I love you and you are amazing.

[nomazee]

keep my blankets warm and my name in your mouth

after a night of soaring through belobog's liquor, you finally face the consequences of it on the floor of your hotel room. thankfully, dan heng has experience with taking care of idiots (i.e. you)

dan heng x gn reader — drunkenness, sweet and sappy and sarcastic, dan heng is probably ooc, reader is trailblazer but this is set vaguely in canon & lore doesn't matter, stupid people who love each other but never say it, are they dating or are they toeing the line of cohabitation in the middle of a hotel room?

sequel here

notes: oh gawsh hey guys... yeah yeah it's been forever since i posted but i giggled at all the requests i miss and then instead of doing those i wrote this, but TRUST i am getting back to all of you in a timely manner i love you all thank you so much for sticking with me, i'm coming out with a follower event once i hit 1k (soon) so be excited! love you guys and enjoy

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Dan Heng is an awful caretaker, really, and you should’ve known this because of his deadpan and often awkward nature. It just never really occurred to you until he’s truly saddled with taking care of a living, breathing thing—i.e., you, drunk and vomiting into a trash can after a spree through Belobog’s bars. 

In your defense, having no memories means having no experiences to your name (other than everything you’ve been through on the Express so far, which is maybe more near-death experiences than you’d like to have), and you heard that being drunk was just something everybody experiences at least once. 

Then, Pela texted you that one time asking for quick tips to sober up, and it dawned on you that you don't even know what that feels like, and then—who cares, really, you don’t have half a mind to think of your tragic pre-drunk backstory when you’re trying not to die of embarrassment as Dan Heng maneuvers you in a way that won’t get vomit on your clothes. 

The cold tiles of the Goethe Hotel en suite bathroom aren’t enough to bring you to full awareness, so you let Dan Heng ragdoll you into kneeling over the trash can and pull any dangling accessories away from your, um, line of fire. 

“Why would you guys let me do this?!” you wail in disbelief, trying to hold back a mouthful of bile but ultimately failing as you cough into the bin again. You’re truly betrayed at the thought that your closest friends wouldn’t warn you of things like alcohol poisoning, and pacing yourself, and how many drinks is too many drinks. 

“I didn't let you do anything,” your friend retorts, because he’s evil and mean and awful at comforting you, “I told you it would be a bad idea. You’re the one that still went out.” 

“Did I puke in front of everyone?” 

Dan Heng pauses, which is always a bad sign. It means he’s thinking, really thinking about what to say. “At the very least, you puked in the snow and not inside the restaurant.” 

A desperate wailing noise escapes you yet again. Life is cruel, and Dan Heng is crueler. He should’ve told a sweet little white lie and you would’ve been none the wiser and a lot less mortified. “Himeko laughed so hard when we found you that Welt had to make her leave.” 

“Just kill me,” you whisper into the trash can, full of your hopes and dreams and the remnants of your dinner and drinks. “I can’t go back to the Express. Execute me and give me a gentle death.” 

“No need to be dramatic,” he says, annunciating his words in that odd little way he does, and it makes you want to kiss him and read a dictionary to you, cover to cover. “You need to drink water, and then brush your teeth. I don’t trust you showering right now so you have to wait until the morning.” 

“Oh, Dan Heng,” you keen, with the grief of a spouse watching their partner go off to war, “you don’t even want to wash my hair for me?! You just think I’m— I’m a drunken slob!” 

“Be quiet,” he commands through his teeth, embarrassment warming him up—you can feel it, the way the tips of his fingers go a little bit warm from where they rest on your shoulder and the side of your face. “You— I don’t think that. You need to brush your teeth.” 

You definitely are not brushing your teeth tonight. You tell Dan Heng as much but he just rolls his eyes and compromises with a travel-sized bottle of mouthwash that he pulls from the cabinet under the sink. He’s so prepared. Or maybe that’s just the hotel staff. Regardless. 

You rinse your mouth out once you’re fine enough to let Dan Heng pull you up to your feet and rest you against the counter of the sink. He has to remind you multiple times to not swallow the mouthwash, and you bat at him childishly for thinking you’d ever do such a thing—except, you definitely would have drinken down an entire mouthful if he didn't say anything. You can’t bear to look at your reflection in the mirror. You just pray to whatever Aeon is listening that there’s no awful stains on your clothes, and that you don’t smell so terrible that Dan Heng goes running the minute he lets go of your arm. 

“Where’s March?” you whine out as he leads you from the bathroom to the main hotel room, trying to gently set you down on your bed but giving up once you immediately fall into it like an ungraceful rock. “She would be so much nicer. You’re mean. Do I smell bad?” 

“I’m not mean,” he tells you, sure of himself and the twist of his mouth as he avoids looking you right in the eyes. “You don’t smell. You need to go to bed. And lay on your side.” Petulantly, and not without some kicks of your legs and flails of your arms, you find yourself situated under the sheets of the hotel bed, sock somehow off your feet now as Dan Heng pulls the blankets right up to your shoulders. 

“I’m on my side now. Do I get a reward?”

“Why would you need a reward?” 

A disgruntled tsk escapes you and you look up at Dan Heng with an exasperated expression. It’s pitiful enough to guilt him into kneeling down beside your bed so that he’s at eye level with you. “Because I went through so much tonight,” you slur out, words starting to mix with each other as a result of your remaining drunkenness and the exhaustion of the night hitting you. “I’ll take a, um— a gold star, or something.” 

“I can give you a cup of water in the morning.” 

Another dreadful wail escapes you. You’ve never faced evil more potent than Dan Heng, and by the stupid twinge of a smile on his face, he knows what he’s doing. You hate how endearing he is, and how he dangles little treasures like this in front of you. You’re brought back to the heat of his fingers from earlier, the gentle touches he left on your shoulders as he let you puke your guts out without even flinching. As much as you joke, you know Dan Heng’s kindness comes from a lack of evil. Comes from a supporting weight against your arms, comes from travel-size mouthwash, comes from staying in your hotel room until you fall asleep and double-checking that you’re on your side. 

In the morning, you’ll take the cup of water, and you’ll take him out for breakfast, too.

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[juniebug113]

i'm a virgin. i have no idea how to suck dick. but i'm 99% sure i'd be awesome at it

[vole-mon-amour]

every time I notice artists' (whose art I adore) notice like, "proshippers don't interact", I feel like I have been slapped in the face and personally insulted. you love my favourite character. I love my favourite character. we might even have the same otp. so what are you afraid of?

I mean, I thought we're all adults here? and can see that fiction is fiction and people get to explore things in fiction without harming anybody? and that's the point of fiction because it's fiction? and as long as it's tagged and can be blacklisted, it's fine? also, I thought we had an understanding on our fav character's personality, because they wouldn't discriminate like that?

(Halsin fucked a chimera. he had sex with Astarion (a vampire, which is against all that druids and nature stand for). he doesn't mind having sex in his bear wildshape. dude is naturally curiois. he doesn't care. he understands.)

gosh. the fandom used to be fun and not so sanitized. you guys are just mean.

upd: this is not about a particular fandom, even though I have a couple examples in mind. I encounter this in every fandom & it's exhausting.