#aaaaand this one too!

[pizzaqueen]

The Pizza Box Pact / Act Two: A series of unfortunate dates Written for @steddiebang Art by @goingsteddi3 and @cousin-itt Rated T / part two of three / 8.4k (total ~24k)

SUMMARY:

Eddie and Steve have been living together, working together, and raising their cat together for a few years, now, but they’re not together together. They’re friends—the best of—nothing more, and they’re happy.

At least, Eddie is, and he thought Steve was too. But then he finds a pact they made, one drunken night ten years ago, where they pledged to ‘marry’ each other if they were still single by the time they’re thirty, and everything changes.

Steve isn’t amused by the reappearance of the pledge, in fact he seems almost upset by it, and Eddie figures it’s because he’s going to be thirty soon and doesn’t have a girlfriend. So, he does what any best friend would do: promises to find Steve his perfect woman, setting him up on a series of unsuccessful blind dates.

But somewhere along the way, Eddie rediscovers feelings that he thought he’d put aside years ago. He just hopes he hasn’t discovered them too late.

PART TWO TEASER:

“Or maybe you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Doing what?”

“Setting me up on hopeless dates.”

A nervous laugh slips loose from Eddie, which is weird; he crosses his arms. “Why would I do that? You’re my friend.”

“You tell me.”

Because I… Because I want… Eddie shakes himself. “I don’t know. You’re the one who brought it up, so maybe you should tell me.”

Read part two at AO3

Tagging some people who wanted to be tagged: @skullrockbi @cuoredimuschio @nuggies4life @ahhrenata

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hold on ok i belted out a brief laughingstock Scene for possible future use that i Had to write down bc if i didn't, i'd never remember it. and why not share?

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“Barnaby? Barnaby, old chap, are you with me?” 

Barnaby blinks, registering the green fingers snapping in front of his nose. He huffs a laugh and pushes Howdy’s hand away. “Yeah, yeah, I’m listenin’. You were saying?”

Howdy gives him an exasperated look, a fond look. “Thinking about running off to a farm again, were you?”

“Nah, just the clouds. They’re a lot less work.”

“Well I’d rather you didn’t. Who would I talk to during the long hours if you went and floated off?” Howdy winks before turning to his shelves, already yammering away about something or other.

Something or other that Barnaby is once again not listening to, because what was that? Barnaby quickly presses his cool paw-pads to his burning cheeks, feeling the bristling fur there. 

Has Howdy ever winked at him? Now that he’s noticed it, Barnaby can’t recall. If it’s new, then why? Why a wink of all things? What did that mean? And that look Howdy gave him… 

Barnaby adjusts his abruptly too-tight tie. It’s unusually warm in the store, isn’t it? Howdy must have forgotten to turn on the AC. 

Gosh, what is Howdy even saying? He’s still talking, but Barnaby hasn’t absorbed a word. He can’t even tell if Howdy is still speaking english. It’s all garbled.

There’s something wrong with Barnaby. He must be coming down with something… or he’s just overthinking it. Overworking the ol’ noggin. A good long nap should set him right. 

“Listen,” Barnaby interrupts, patting the counter, “I uh, I don’t know where my head’s at. I better go find it - I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Oh… alright, then,” Howdy says, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. 

Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. Barnaby slaps that thought out of the park. He doesn’t want Howdy to be disappointed, that’s absurd. That’s something a bad friend would think. Barnaby may be many things, but a bad friend isn’t one of them.

“I’ll whip up a joke that’ll knock your socks off next time I see ya,” Barnaby promises. He smiles around the discomfort and the entirely new feeling squirming around each other in his chest. 

“Now you’ve gone and brought up my expectations,” Howdy says. He leans on the counter and grins. “Are you sure you can back up such a claim, Mr. Beagle?”

Another hot flush races under Barnaby’s fur, and to his growing mortification, his tail starts wagging at breakneck speed. He lets out an uncharacteristically nervous laugh and backs away from the counter. To both of their horror, his back hits a shelf, making it rattle and tip.

“Oh, sh-” Barnaby lunges to right it before it can topple. He whips around and laughs again. Howdy’s wide-eyed stare burns. “Sorry ‘bout that! Talk about a bulldog in a bugshop, geez.”

“When you find your head, make sure to screw it on nice and tight,” Howdy says, a strange look on his face to match his tone. “And check your temperature while you’re at it - it’s not like you to be off-balance.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m off-balance,” Barnaby says. He inches towards the door, willing his stupid tail to calm down. “I just have ears instead of rearview mirrors.”

“Uh-huh…” Howdy slides to the side, trying to peer around him. 

Barnaby fumbles for the door. The scrape and bang of his search for the handle echoes in the quiet store. One of Howdy’s eyebrows creeps higher the longer Barnaby stands there, making a complete fool of himself. 

Finally, the door clicks, and Barnaby nearly tumbles over backwards in his haste to get out. He stumbles down the steps and briskly walks away, adjusting his hat and tie. As soon as he’s out of sight, he slaps his paws to his face and sags against the bodega.

“Idiot,” he hisses to himself. He presses his back flat against the wall and slams the side of his fist against it. Normally, Barnaby would use a situation like this to his advantage. But Howdy wasn’t laughing, and Barnaby wasn’t being funny. “Bulldog in a - gah, idiot!”

Great. Now Howdy thinks he’s not only a clumsy oaf, but that he’s losing his touch too.

Barnaby growls in frustration, pushing off the wall and stomping away from the plaza on all fours. What does he care what Howdy thinks of him? Others’ opinions of Barnaby have never been anywhere near his list of top priorities - barring Wally’s, of course. If they were, he'd never tell another joke again.

Yes, Howdy is a good friend of Barnaby’s. A close friend, even. But since when has he had such a - such an effect? Barnaby shakes his head, growling again. 

There was no effect. Barnaby is just going insane. Or he’s getting sick, like Howdy implied. That would explain the sudden hot flash, the loss of typically impeccable coordination, and, oh yeah! Barnaby’s brain leaking out of his ears.  

[mygirljunhee]

How are we ever going to explain this to NASA

[siyurikspakvariisis]

Well, this one has been cooking for a long time.

What if Nocturne leaves the cult? What if she cannot wash away the stain of Lady Shar? What if an inversion of a Sharran ritual may help her?

Or, what do you do when your evil ex-goddess lives in your head rent-free? You fuck nasty about it.

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/F

Ship: Shadowheart/Nocturne

Summary and tags under the cut.

Tags

Established Relationship, Ritual Sex, Cunnilingus, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Trans Female Character, Canon Trans Character, Religion Kink, worship kink, (very brief) Rimming, Selunite Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Knifeplay, Mild Bloodplay, Post-Canon

Summary

Nocturne holds onto her knees and whispers with the graveness of a deathbed confession: "Nightsinger forgive me, but I've been left hollow." Her bright purple eyes cloud with tears. "I have turned my back to Lady Shar and all she has left me with is this shame and guilt. I want to be cut away from her. I want her so repulsed by me she won't deign to touch me anymore."

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

I don't know if there are any owl house fans among us but:

do you see my vision?!

[cha1cedony]

I love that Discord has the ability to be so cozy and close-knit, but I hate that it’s so blocked off from the rest of the internet. And you can’t lurk; you HAVE to be active (or at least active enough to get in in the first place). Ahem anyway. you should invite me to your Discord servers.

🌀 Oooooo you want to invite me to your extremely niche DnDads Discord servers so bad ooooooooooooooooooooo 🌀

…or send me an anonymous ask about my favorite uhhhhhhh? mustelid or something. Ask me for good Lieder on a specific theme.. I’ve been listening to them all day. Maybe this shouldn’t be on my fandom blog???? It has been derailed ANYWAY idk I’m just feeling antsy and rambly hi 😁 How are you HAHA

[000marie198]

We have a compilation, Hiccup

[marmolao]

furry tobitaka :D (no pressure ofc!!)

you are a genius and you deserve everything in this world and i wouldnt have come with this design if it wasnt for your request

[euphor1a]

Hello, my belovedest petals 🌸

It’s been,,, 365 days since I started posting on here 🎀 (the first post made on this blog, for reference!), and I just wanted to thank all of you for being here, from the bottom of my heart ♡

To celebrate, I’ve changed my blog theme entirely (both on mobile n desktop) >.<! I wanted to do something ~unusual~ that is not out of my reach and capabilities, so I thought maybe this would be a good idea... I mean, everyone likes to look at pretty things, right? So I hope you guys can look at all the pretty gfx I made and feel happy in some way 🦋✨🌆! It took me whole 4 days and probably 40+ hours of brainstorming and working on everything, so I really hope my hardwork paid off! 💖💜

Tumblr has never been an easy place for me to be on as I struggle with interactions, building connections, and as a result get lonely very easily. More than often, I’ve felt like an outsider on my own blog, because of how unwelcomed I had felt in a space that is created by me. But, I’m trying to work on those things slowly, especially on how to be rational with my own feelings, and not listening to my brain whenever it’s being unnecessarily mean. About interactions though, it’ll probably take me a long time to actually show improvements, but I promise I’m trying my best always ^^! I appreciate everyone who has ever made an effort to interact with me, I see you and I appreciate you lots, even if it doesn’t feel that way 🫂

That got a bit heavy, no? Don’t mind it, please :( those who have seen me for long enough probably know that I’m kind of like this, but still ╥ ╥

Lastly, I wanted to say thank you so much, once again! I hope my presence here can be a positive one for me and you all as long as I’m here; let’s be happy in this silly little corner of the internet ♡

much love,

aleyna 💌

[cosmoknightchaos]

Ahit Doodle Dump

I'm tired and I hate pens. Have some doodles

[pridefallen]

❝ his emotions are the loudest when he's silent. ❞

independent, selective, & private LUCIFER from ntt solmare's mobile game OBEY ME! SHALL WE DATE?. written by noah.

[technofinch]

your honor, i understand the prosecution's argument, but you have to consider: i'm a deergirl, and getting hit by a car is gender affirming. to me.

[note-boom]

Fanon: Mori is an irredeemably evil pedophile and traumatised Dazai

Canon: Mori is a utilitarian creep and traumatised Yosano and was slightly terrified of Dazai

[ofcowardiceandkings]

need to collect some sketch ideas for totk character revisits

[prettyboysmlm]

hahahahahahahaa my friends hate me :)))))

[postalninja]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Octopath Traveler II (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castti Florenz/Osvald V. Vanstein Characters: Castti Florenz, Osvald V. Vanstein Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Gothic Romance, Sexual Content, Memory Loss, Manipulation, no Rita and Elena in this universe, Supernatural Elements, Dubious Consent, Bittersweet Ending, a bit more bitter than sweet Summary:

Faced with total amnesia, Castti finds herself not only adrift at sea but lost in an ocean of uncertainty. Her rescuers bring her to the port town of Canalbrine where she must begin anew with nothing but the clothes on her back and the contents of her apothecary's satchel. But setting off into the unknown would be decidedly less frightening with a companion at her side... as luck would have it, she comes across a scholar named Osvald, who offers her kindness when she needs it most. Her fate soon becomes entwined with his, as strange things begin happening to her, and he becomes her only beacon amid a storm of confusion and doubt.