#I think it turned out OK

[morkshark]

Who are you, really?

[ignivv]

In the deepest ocean

The bottom of the sea

Your eyes

They turn me

[Radiohead- Weird Fishes]

[solenstelluna]

You know what they say.

When in a drought, it's always ok to upload old stuff you never felt like posting before.

[cold1dead1eyes]

16. bad caretaker

“don’t leave…” whumpee whimpers from their knees. they reach out to grab caretaker’s ankle and caretaker turns around in a flurry, fury evident on their face.

“i told you, whumpee…” caretaker grits out. they shake their foot but whumpee holds on tight, lip trembling with desperation.

“caretaker! please, don’t leave, don’t leave—” tears wet whumpee’s cheeks as they dig their nails into caretaker’s pant leg. caretaker rolls their eyes. they pull out their gun and whumpee jerks back.

“you are a pain in my fucking ass, you know that?” caretaker’s voice is thick with vitriol. a wave of guilt goes through whumpee. they didn’t mean to bother caretaker. they just thought— caretaker had rescued them, let them stay, taken care of them when they were sick and hurting and bloody. whumpee thought—

“i don’t give a crap what whumper did you, whumpee. you’re only here because you’re useful.” a hurt sound grinds past whumpee’s throat without their control. they didn’t mean to bother caretaker. they just wanted to be good, to show caretaker that they appreciated their kindness. they just want to be safe, like they were promised.

caretaker takes the safety off their gun, cocking it before pointing it right at whumpee’s forehead. whumpee freezes. they stare up at caretaker with wide, terrified eyes, trying to make sense of the situation.

“now back off, or i’ll make you.” caretaker growls, their eyebrows knitted together in a threat. whumpee swallows hard. they slide back on the hardwood floor, leaning back against their bed. whumper never gave them a bed. whumper never fed them. but caretaker does, caretaker always makes sure they're clean, well-fed, healthy. whumpee should be more thankful. whumpee should apologize—

"goddamn punching bag, making my life hell." caretaker mutters as they click the safety back on their gun and stow it away in their belt. they sigh and give whumpee a look before they leave.

"be good while i'm gone." they order, and then they walk out. whumpee doesn't move. they barely breathe. they make sure they're good for their caretaker until they come home again, because after everything caretaker does for whumpee, obedience is really the least they can give them.

prompt by @whumpay

[astraldrake]

Revenge/friendly fire on @theforsakenprince of their oc Apollo

[tickymikky]

A piece inspired by @trashcanwithsprinkles beautiful fic over on ao3, Cyanide Narwhal.

Thank you for the amazing story you created and continue to provided to us. Hope you all enjoy my idea of Childe swimming with his Narwharl Construct.

[curlfeatherz]

leafpool

[sonadow4life]

SONIC WITH EYELINER

Haven’t seen anyone do it with orange (which is opposite of blue on the colour wheel if you didn’t know) I think it looks good

HIS QUILLS ARE SO HARD I DIED MAKING THIS ISTG

[loevawrites]

Fandom: Star Wars Relationships: Darth Maul/Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Angst, Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Canon-Typical Violence, Aged-Up Ahsoka Tano, Touch-Starved, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Darth Maul Needs a Hug, Maul can't keep his eyes off Ahsoka, Maul secretly has a sense of humor, Mutual Pining, Bisexual Ahsoka Tano, Bosoka if you squint, Enemies to Lovers, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Interspecies Romance, Alien Biology, Maulsoka, Ahsoka Tano Needs a Hug, Maul is a wisdom bitch Summary:

Ahsoka had defeated her opponents and survived—yet she had lost everything. In the aftermath of Order 66, she wakes up to find herself saved by an unexpected ally – Maul. Now they travel together, light and dark, bickering their way through a galaxy in desperate need of balance.

[cto10121]

The catchiest of all the little recitatives of this show, lol. Decided to do them both and fortunately Tumblr now allows multiple audios, so why not? I also took the trouble to learn Fleur-de-Lys’ harmony, which actually sounds nice on its own. Neat.

Phoebus’ Name (Le mot Phoebus)

Esmeralda Now, good sir, if I may inquire The name of he to whom I am bound?

Gringoire I am Gringoire, poet and squire Troubadour and prince of the streets 

Esmeralda The prince of Paris’ streets, very meet

Gringoire I am not a rake nor a lout I would never wander about  With you as my lady  My queen

Esmeralda If you’re scribe, then you can read Then Gringoire, if you’d please heed my need: What does Phoebus’ name mean?

Gringoire Jove above me! Joking aside, Who’d dare wear that name with such pride?

Esmeralda One whom I do love above all 

Gringoire My Latin’s rusty, but I recall Phoebus is the god of the sun

Esmeralda Phoebus’ name means the sun

Lovely Like the Sun (Beau comme le soleil)

Esmeralda He’s so lovely, like the sun Bright and strong, a prince of love Deep within me wakes a love That grows and soars the skies above For he’s lovely, like the sun Bright and strong, a prince of love My prince…my one

Fleur-de-Lys He’s so lovely, like the sun Strong and fierce, a rogue, a knight In his arms, he holds me tight It feels so wrong, it feels so right But he’s lovely like the sun Strong and fierce, my day, my night  My knight…my one

Both He’s so lovely, like the sun Bright and strong, my prince of love He is mine, I’m all he is And someday soon he’ll make me his He’s so lovely like the sun Wondrous man, my love, my one He’s so lovely like the sun Soon He will be mine!

[ghost-of-hallownest]

the child

[dulcewrites]

Omg she’s pulling a Gone Girl. I can’t wait for the next part I’m on the edge of my seat rn. Stunning!!!

Thank you 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[heavenscribbles]

speed draw of my most recent drawing

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[hinamie]

spiraling

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative