#also HAPPY HOLIDAYS YALL

[emile-tb]

Chatting away :)

Narrators included! Arthur - @indigo-art

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF animatronics aren’t evil,, just jolly

[valentine-comic]

sketch vs final result for c3p3! i personally love dorothea so much <3

[midoristeashop]

HAPPY SNOGGLETOG MERRY CHRISTMAS HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! :D

Any hijack fic with a dancing scene is an immediate certified banger for me like common the boys are dancing and in love and enjoying life and not caring about responsibilities and

ALSO I’m working on a full illustration for rotg cuz it’s about time and it’s Jack Frost Santa season so I offer wips as gifts <3

(First one is a screen cap study, second is the actual draft tee hee)

K love y’all and enjoy your holidays!

[the-anxious-axolotl]

Old doodle I decided to clean up for @shandycandy278’s fic, And For a While I was the Suspect! Not any scene in particular, just these two goopy boys :)

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Being the eldest kid is tough. Being the eldest kid of 10-14 ish kids? That's on a whole 'nother level baybee~

Do you know how stressful holidays are????

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

I got new Helix piercings!!

[skeleton---arts]

Wanted to see if I could make the most obscure version of this meme possible. If you recognize both of these characters I am kissing you with tongue

[haveyouwatchedthiscartoon]

REALLY IMPORTANT UPDATE PLEASE READ

Hey y’all, so this blog is probably gonna be on a VERY SHORT hiatus. Just like. Literally less than a week.

The short long of it all is that my parents are coming in tonight for the holidays and unfortunately as much as I tired I didn’t have time to queue up enough stuff for that period of time.

The ask box is STAYING OPEN during this period of time! So you CAN keep sending stuff in there just won’t be any polls for a hot second! Holidays are just kinda hectic, you know? Lol

But thanks again for everyone’s support and I’ll see y’all after I’m done showing my beach parents around the mountains haha

Also! In case anyone is interested! Cartoon Network is on YouTube streaming Holiday Special reruns of their cartoons for FREE for this month! Here��s the link! Happy Holidays and go watch cartoons!!

[just1gnome]

"that sounds tediously boring"

gnome beat the game

here they are on the boat

[whumpacabra]

20. 10/10 Interrogation

Angst, past trauma, past captivity, referenced military setting, referenced torture, referenced murder, fictional politics

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“Sargent Harrison Gomez. Translator and technician for TF-42, deployed from Carson City, Nevada Tuesday June 3rd, 2003.” The words were practically a script, slurred between bloodied teeth between screams from broken bones. A prayer, a litany against surrender. But he wasn’t there anymore - there was no surrender to fear here. Wherever here was. Harrison paused as the Deputy scribbled down the information in his notebook. “Can I ask a - a dumb question?”

“Sure.” Thomas looked up, still parsing the words he had transcribed.

“Where - where am I? Where’s - I know this is Cedar Creek or - or something - but…”

“You’re in Cedar Hills, Idaho. Southwest corner of the state - just north of the Nevada line.” His eyes scanned over his notepad, brow furrowed. Harrison interrupted whatever thoughts were churning behind those dark eyes.

“Okay - okay. Okay. Dumb question number - number two - what’s today date?”

“February 29th, 2004. Leap year and all.”

8 months.

He had spent the last 8 months buried beneath the same soil he was sworn to protect. He had spent the last 8 months bleeding and starving and bearing witness to horrific human rights abuses on that soil.

8 months.

It felt longer - it felt wrong that years, or decades hadn’t passed. It felt wrong that more than a few days or weeks had been lost to pain and fear and grief. Had they been declared MIA? KIA? He was supposed to see his mother for Christmas that year - his niece Mel was so excited to show grandma her new knitting skills.

8 months.

He missed the new Lord of the Rings movie.

He wanted to laugh and cry and scream.

“Okay.” Harrison nodded, voice flat and expression blank. Laughing and crying and screaming didn’t help in the bunker, and it wouldn’t help now. He was lucky this small town cop hadn’t shot him on sight - a haggard, blood covered man of color half hysterical with panic and dehydration.

“You don’t seem okay with that…are you sure you’re - ”

“No, but it won’t change time and space if I was.” Harrison shrugged, shaking his head as if it would help clear the desire to scream until his lungs gave out. “Sorry, just - just wanted to get myself oriented. What were you going to ask next?”

“Sure, sure…” Thomas wasn’t convinced but the suspicion in his eyes was drowned by gentle curiosity. “You’re Sargent Harrison Gomez, and he is..?” The deputy nodded his head toward the door they had taken Wolf through.

“Wolf.” Harrison swallowed the half formed sentences on his tongue. He tortured me, my squadmates - killed my CO with a rabid dog and made us watch. He was tortured in ways I can’t imagine surviving. He got thrown into the same dark hole as me when we were left for dead. He got us out of the Box. He saved me from a fate worse than death. He took a bullet for me. I hate him and I can’t at the same time. “Just - I only know him as the Wolf.”

“He’s not one of your squadmates?” It was an honest question, Thomas’ brow pinched in thought. Harrison strangled the flare of offense in his gut - how dare he put the Wolf on the same level of comradeship as Elias and Merrick and Orson and Thatch and Clement -

“No. No, he - he was just in the shithole as us.” They had been there for 8 months. How long had the Wolf been down there? Was his real name on one of the dog tags weighing heavy in Harrison’s pocket?

“Oh. You two seemed…well acquainted.”

“Between getting shot at together and talking to him for however long to keep him awake until…until he stopped talking…well, we aren’t friends, but he’s not some random stranger.”

It was odd to consider. He knew more about his torturer than he knew about Thomas, or Dan, or Merrill. (Not that he knew much.)

“Is there anything identifying you know about him? Outside of his name, of course.”

“German. I think he’s German - he - he spoke German when he was…scared.” Harrison swallowed thickly, forcing down the memory of the Box and the Dark and the smell as the Wolf begged him not to touch him. “His Arabic is good. Accent was always just a little off - makes more sense after hearing him in his mother tongue.”

“Why was he speaking in Arabic?” Harrison opened his mouth, and then closed it. Thomas’ body language shifted, a tension gathering in his jaw. “Son, we won’t hurt you boys, but if you know something that could save lives - ”

“They weren’t terrorists.” Harrison bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing back the spark of anger in his chest. He thought they had been. He thought for so long he was under a different continent’s sand. “They were American.”

“Are you sure?”

“I - I’m not crazy.”

“Didn’t say you were.”

“Don’t.” Harrison felt a cruel laugh bubble in his throat. “Don’t you fucking dare - I’ve spent the last fucking 8 months thinking I was watching terrorists torture and - and murder my squadmates only to crawl out and find I’m not a day’s travel from home.” The laugh hiccuped into a sob. “If they’re terrorists and - and they somehow got set up out here then this damn country is fucked. They’ve got enough men and firepower there to wipe out this town overnight.”

“You’ve been through a lot.” What a polite way to call him insane. But he didn’t have the energy to flinch away from Thomas’ gentle, steady hand as he rubbed Harrison’s shoulder. “How about we talk once you’ve rested up a bit? I’ll…keep an eye out for anything suspicious.”

“The hard drive…” His voice was hoarse, throat strangling his words. “The - there’s a duffel in the truck. We grabbed anything we could - I, there’s a hard drive.” Thomas’ eyes flicked away, guilt in his voice.

“We don’t have any computers in town. County library has a few…”

Of course this hick town wouldn’t have a single computer between them. Harrison’s sobs turned to gasping sighs.

“I’m sorry. I’m - I’m not lying. I wish - maybe - 8 fucking months.”

He was too tired to cry anymore today.

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(An AU of my Freelancers series)

Taglist: @i-eat-worlds

[apnourry]

if anyone has some cute hair ideas that don't involve curls hmu bc i'm in need

[ohitslen]

Well wouldn't you guess it 🎉Ch. 2 of The neighbor from 311 is up!🎉

[fa3tality]

the rivulet ! they dressed up a bit for the holidays :) sort of 

 its been too long since ive drawn slugs 

one day i need to make posts including hcs and whatnot for each slug, at least the main three before downpour releases

[daydadahlias]

what are you getting us for ashton’s birthday

some respect for fanfic authors as people will be first on the list <3

[jankwritten]

don’t pretend (to know the damage done)

relationship: Jason Grace/Nico di Angelo

word count: 2587

summary: Nico practices his makeup skills on Jason. Jason realizes there's a lot he'll put himself through for Nico's sake.

“You were right,” Jason mumbles, his eyelid trembling in an attempt to hold it shut, but not too shut, like he was instructed. 

“About which part.” Nico readjusts the way that he’s holding Jason’s face hostage, shifting more on his knees. Jason can only kind-of see the look on Nico’s face, something that’s distinctly negative, his eyebrows sloped down tight together, knit by little creases in Nico’s forehead, the way his mouth is pressed into a firm thin line of concentration, eyes hyper-focused on Jason’s eyelashes as if each individual one has offended him in a new and unexpected way. 

“This is definitely more uncomfortable than shaving my legs.” 

Nico huffs out laughter that doesn’t show at all on his face, eerily. Jason closes his other eye. 

He’s pretty sure makeup just isn’t his thing, not in the way that it is for Nico. It feels less like he’s getting made pretty and more like he’s being dressed up for play time, the same way he puts on stupid, shitty Halloween costume dresses when he babysits Estelle. His eyelids feel heavy and sticky with product, and he can’t really help the wriggling, urgent feeling like Nico’s going to find something horrific and gross in his skin, looking at him up close like this.

(continue reading on AO3)

@thinkingjasico HERE IT IS I'M FINALLY POSTING IT part 2 of makeup fic!!!! sorry it took so damn long