#anyway. hell. please work

[butchsaint]

had to delete all my save data on my switch

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[moeblob]

Terrified by this customer I helped today holy moly why would you say that while reading my name tag and saying my name please don't REPORT me for any behavior, good or bad. Just don't.

[such-a-daydreamer]

GUYS I'M COOKING HERE.

Behold.... A CROSSOVER?!?!! Between LETHAL COMPANY, THE S.C.P FOUNDATION, AND THE BACKROOMS!!!??? Wooooo!!!

Now, I could be smokin some shizz rn and be cookin a disaster, so I wanna know the numbers

[antleredreality]

[beatcroc]

something about perspective, representation, or finding beauty in imperfection, i don't know. i mostly just wanted to say that fake pep looks like shitty ice cream.

[tobythetrashyartist]

Happy birthday to my favorite guy, Desmond Miles!! In another universe, you could've been enjoying your birthday eating cake with your son and friends 😔💔

[deswhomst]

electrical engineer des to you all from now on hehe 👩🏻‍💻👩🏻‍🎓

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

yea

[nikolas-ghostbusters-fixation]

Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is how everyone thought Egon had gone insane. What Happened that made them think that. They've fought a gigantic Stay Puft Marshmellow Man TWICE (counting the 2009 video game because iirc it's canon? Correct me if I'm wrong), fought an interdimensional god, fought a blood thirsty ruler that killed thousands and was hated by all that was trapped in a painting (and managed to get in to beat him by making THE STATUE OF LIBERTY start walking down the street with slime that reacted purely based on vibes), found an underground abandoned transit system full of the moodslime, had a bathtub try to eat Dana and her baby, fought a giant murderous black widow lady, fought the fisherman ghost who turned an entire hotel floor into the bottom of a ocean, and that's not even mentioning them getting trapped on an island that randomly raised up from underwater that had been abandoned for decades created by Ivor Shandor who worshipped Gozer. So what did he do or say that made everyone else think he'd gone insane?? All I can think is maybe he was acting strange / eratic before, but he's always been like that to some degree.

I don't know. It's something that I've been thinking about. The correct answer is 'it's not that deep and they needed a reason that the others weren't together anymore and weren't aware of Egons death or know what was going on,' but also. What Was He Saying that prompted everyone, including Ray, to think he lost his mind when he'd been right almost every time before that.

I'm genuinely so curious as to what he was up to before this. What was he doing. What insane idea was working on prior to this or was he even working on anything at all??

Also want to clarify this post isn't negative 😭 I really love the newer movies and their lore / the newer storyline / characters, I just like thinking about small stupid things like this. Gives me something to think about / speculate about / figure out an answer to.

[caliburn-not-calculator]

VR-LA examining his favourite totally not pet devil. Trying to figure out how the hell his weird anatomy works. Maxim is feeling real normal about all the touching and comments Part 1 also

Veerle neatly penned a title on a fresh paper of his notebook, glancing up at his subject as he recorded the focus of the days investigations bellow. In the cleared centre of his study, Maxim sat still on a stool, his tail coiled around its base and wings resting low at his sides. His eyes were narrowed under the bright light Veerle had summoned and he had to squint himself as his golden scales flashed beneath it. Finishing his writing, he stepped up to the devil.

"Alright, this should be pretty simple, I am merely going to sketch and make note of your musculature, especially that relating to your wings. No peculiar experimentation today, unfortunately." He looked to Maxim, who's stare had returned to him and posture straightened as he was addressed.

"As agreed," he replied, raising a clawed hand to one of the bronze clasps which held his robes at the shoulder. "Should I remove this? I suppose you will be needing me to."

Veerle nearly sighed in relief, not having wanted to pose the question himself. No doubt the look he'd receive from such a request would have been enough to incinerate him on the spot. "Yes, please. As much as your are comfortable."

With little further ado Maxim unfastened one clasp, and then the other, the deep purple red fabric he wore falling from his chest to pool around his hips. Veerle averted his eyes on reflex. Though of course a moment later he was looking back up, eagerly tapping his pen against the page. Immediately he stepped close enough to feel the heat radiating off the devil. His stare scoured his scales, taking a quick impression of the strange curves of muscle beneath them. Most notably different were two bulky ones which wrapped beneath his pectorals and around to his back. Below them, stiffened ridges trailed along his ribs, and more by his hips. They were similar to the lines of spines along his shoulders and arms, though rather than having the boney protrusions they were merely knobbly bumps.

Thick plated scales over his shoulders faded to glittering flecks across his collar bones, and likewise larger scales along his sides became smaller and scattered over his torso. Curiously, Veerle tapped his finger against each section, testing their hardness. Maxim shifted minutely, his wings twitching, but didn't retreat even as it turned to careful pressing and trailing his fingertips over the ridges. Veerle hummed to himself, pulling away only when the warmth against his hand started to get uncomfortable.

He returned to his notebook, furiously jotting down notes and adding a few rough sketches, well aware of the time limit the agreement imposed on him. In one of his glances back to Maxim he caught himself being watched just as intently, head tilted a fraction and eyes fixed on his hands. Veerle paused.

"What?" he asked, squinting suspiciously as Maxim's stare snapped to his face.

Aside from clearing his throat and coiling his tail tighter he gave no indication of any sheepishness. "Merely wondering what has caught your interest already. You may ask me questions, to be clear. It will be more comfortable than sitting in silence as I am prodded."

"Oh, yeah." Veerle started to wince, but replaced it with a cough an what seemed to be an unconvincing stern stare. "Well, you are the one who agreed to this, I'll do it how I like. But, uh, I was looking at you scale patterns, and the bumps. Not sure what they are exactly."

Maxim glanced down at himself, slowly bringing a claw to tap at one of the ridges. "Ah. Well, they are a small peculiarity. They would be spines like those I already posses, were I older. For now, and likely for many many decades yet, they will remain as such."

"Oh, fascinating." Veerle jotted it down, and stepped right up to Maxim's side, ducking his head to get a closer look. "So they are an indication of maturity then? Are you still young for a fiend? How would you go about wearing clothes with those, it seems inconvenient."

Maxim huffed at many the questions. He pulled his hand away from the bumps as Veerle began to inspect them more thoroughly, trying to feel out where they extended and ended beneath the leathery and scaled skin. Seemingly settling at the conversation, Maxim lazily brought his wings forward, diffusing the harsh light into a soft warm glow and enclosing the unwitting mage.

"To a degree, yes, they show age, but also power. Though the two are admittedly often equated. However it differs across types of fiend, so it is hardly a universal metric. Measuring ones horns is usually more accurate, provided the haven't been broken off." Veerle nodded along, the low rumble of Maxim's voice sending a pleasant reverberation through the fingers still resting on his chest. "As for myself, it is hard to say. There is no natural end point to my lifespan, but I would not be considered particularly youthful, nor am I ancient by our standards."

"You do give the impression of resigned middle age, so that makes sense," Veerle muttered as he skimmed his hands lower, beginning to feel out the ridges by his hips.

Maxim's response broke off with a choked noise that Veerle ignored beyond suppressing a laugh. Eventually the devil cleared his throat, seeming to recover, tail twitching and brushing roughly past Veerle's legs. Still, he provided no response. Veerle glanced up at him, finding Maxim's stare set on the opposite wall and his face stiffly blank. He rolled his eyes. It was notoriously easy to offend a fiend, truly he found them quite ridiculous sometimes. He duly ignored the hypocrisy of the thought.

"You still have another question to answer," he said, returning to his notes, noticing but not leaving the admittedly pleasant ambiance created by the shield of the devil's wings.

Maxim hummed, though it sounded more skin to a growling rumble than the human version of the sound. His brow furrowed, perhaps trying to remember the question. Eventually clicked his tongue in recognition. "Ah, clothes. Well, the blunt answer is simply that many wear very few. Modestly is not something of concern. Clothing is more often used as a status symbol. Though it is sometimes replaced with copious amounts of jewellery."

"Huh, would you be considered overdressed then, or..." Veerle gestured vaguely to the heavy robe Maxim wore, which usually covered him from shoulders to taloned toe.

Maxim paused, eyes darting away, before straightening. "I suppose, to some."

"Right, is that a personal comfort thing? I mean you seemed rather relaxed before if it is." Perhaps if Maxim's sudden tenseness hadn't betrayed some shred of embarrassment around the fact Veerle wouldn't have thought anything of it, but he couldn't help put probe.

Maxim eyes narrowed in a glare he surmised was intended to encourage a retreat. Veerle only widened his eyes in a mockery of innocence. After a few beats of staring, Maxim let his wings droop with a sigh, shrugging as he responded.

"I find it, uncomfortable, around others of my kind. There is a strong element of harsh competition that is generally unpleasant to participate in when..." he trailed off, tip of his tail twitching around the chair leg it held, "Well, I am certainly not on the lowest rung, but I am not the kind of fiend built for physical prominence. To a mortal perhaps I may seem so, but my strength of mind and magic is far greater. In matters of the body I pale."

Veerle blinked at him, then very slowly, lowered his eyes. He tilted his head as he tried to get a sense for what Maxim was implying. It was somewhat hard to imagine a creature more fierce or grand in appearance, with his wicked and finely tapered spines and plated scales of the brightest gold. He didn't know what the fiendish standards were, or even have that good a grasp on human ones, but the added muscle mass required for his wings seemed to have broadened his chest, and he'd have been lying if he said he didn't find the sifting of them beneath his scales somewhat appealing. In an academic sense, that was, though he supposed someone else may call it attractive. The wings themselves were impressively massive, as they had to be to keep him aloft, and Veerle doubted he could have opened them fully in the room. even if it were empty.

He looked back to Maxim face, his features just a little too sharp and strong to be human, and eyes burning too bright for him to meet half of the time. The devil had angled his face away as he was being inspected. Veerle opened his mouth to speak, but no words came to mind. He wasn't sure how to comfort a creature like him, or even if comfort was a thing he needed or was meant to be given.

In an attempt to break the silence more than anything, he croaked out, "Well, most of the devils I know are very small and quite hideous, and the ones more comparable to you are quite repulsive in a variety of ways. So, you're... doing fine, by my standards."

"Was that a compliment, per chance?" Maxim glanced back to him, almost cautiously fleeting and at odds with the amusement otherwise in his tone.

"Uh..." Veerle shifted. In another situation he might have found a biting remark, but the thought of it left a sour taste in his mouth. "Sure, why not."

He nearly jumped as Maxim's tail brushed past his leg, twisting into a loose but branding coil, keeping him there as he leaned in. Maxim's brows furrowed, the spins around his face flicking as he seemed to search Veerle's face. His attempted to escape looking him in the eye, only resulted in his attention falling to his ungarbed chest. At least puzzling over the shifts of his muscles and the strange second set of pectorals which tense with each adjustment of his wings could distract him from any other thought it my prompt.

"You are being flippant, but not untruthful. Curious." Maxim remarked, and withdrew enough to calm the stuttering effect he'd had on his heart.

"That's how I usually am," he grumbled, trying to retreat but finding Maxim had yet to release his leg. Sighing, he returned to his notebook, jotting down a few idly observations he'd made in his awkward staring. Stiffly he continued, "You're quite... pretty, for a devil, I suppose. The gold is nice, and you're, uh, well groomed, which is better than I can say for some fiends."

Awkward as the words were, Maxim's spines clattered as he lightly bet his wings and let out a small puff of smoke. He went rigid a moment later, but not before Veerle had mentally compared him to a preening bird pleased with its work. He ducked his head to hide his smile. Easy to offend, but even easier to flatter apparently. He supposed that was the duality of pride.

"Well, we're hardly done yet," he said, straightening once he'd neutralised his expression. "Let me have a proper look at those wings, maybe you can fish for another compliment with them."

[etherealplans]

home is wherever you are tonight

ch 1/2 | 19k | teen | post 8x08, Eddie moves to El Paso | read on ao3

He wants something that says Evan Buckley was loved once, even if he didn’t get to keep it. Eddie’s leaving, and he needs something to remind him of that, something to stop him from calling Eddie just to hear his breathing on the other end of the line, just to know he wasn’t some beautiful dream. Buck just wants to go home. Or Eddie moves out, Buck moves in, and the love is stored in the people of the Diaz house.

tune in on ao3

[ajthemagpie]

Fanfic authors, please, I implore you, from one writer to another, DO NOT DELETE YOUR WORKS. Change the account ownership, make a different pseud to put it under, anonymise or orphan them, it doesn't matter, just please, please, PLEASE, do not delete them. Please. Even if you think they're badly written, or out of character, or a decade old, or 'cringe', or whatever, there will be some poor schmuck out there who loves what you've written and will cry over its deletion because they forgot to download it. - Sincerely, some poor schmuck who loves what someone wrote and has spent the last ten hours trying to track it down because he forgot to download it.

[endthestarlight]

Sprout Fight Prompt 3: Umbrella | Dandelion Dreams Palette

Somewhat a continuation of my last art, though I wasn't planning on making this a 2 parter. Ron's just having a good laugh at how much of a sad wet cat Poiyo looks in the rain.

[quinngefail]

Wanted to try a lil something. Give me the worst fuckin flirting/"""""""""""sexy talk"""""""""" Adam could possibly be delivering (with a staggering amount of confidence) here, and I'll finish the piece with whichever I think is funniest + tag whoever wrote it :}

Deadline's super loose and you can comment/reblog/write in tags however many times you want, I'll just say AT SOME POINT I'll make my choice (💥💥💥 ! !!!JUST LIKE WHA TTHEY SAY IN SA💥W 💥💥!!!) this Friday lmao. Very eager to see what comes out of this because people in this fandom have no right being so goddamn funny HSKGSKGK

That is all. Have fun with it :)

[phagodyke]

7hrs into my work day lets play a fun game of how much overtime will they make me do 🥰