#err.... i dunno....

[oishartmani]

my attempt at mimicking @/negiwave2000 's artstyle (besides a drawing of it w/ my own ^_^) !!

he's such a huge inspiration to me........ pls check him out!

[beanbeanbee]

Survived exams yet again (barely). Taichi's an old fart and no one can tell me otherwise. (Humanization jumpscare)

[strayrainbow]

@ladylunora 's DTIYS! another one!

Still thinkin of Them, obsessed with their dynamic, I just love drawing them and nothing else apparently

Happy Halloween!

[glitterfartsprinkle]

ITS A NERD !!!!

@snakeguy999 's little nerd fellow + other silly doodles

rahh

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Okay, so here's a fun fact about me: I sometimes believe I live in a world where everybody I know and love (along with quite a few people I don't) is always THIS close to giving up on me. Like I'm always one slip-up away from being screamed at, denegrated and disowned.

Obviously, I don't actually live in that world. Sadly, my limbic system didn't get that memo, so every now and then it'll just go " someway somehow you fucked up and now your entire support network is about to abandon you, PANIC!". Cue the low mood, self-loathing and utter lack of drive to do... well, anything.

Roundabout way of saying that, if I disappear for a few days, that's probably the reason why. Sorry about that.

It's been getting better over time, but it always comes back just when I think I've finally gotten on top of it all. I can only hope that one day, I'll be able to put this demon to bed for good... or at least to a point where it doesn't threaten to derail my entire life for days at a time.

...on reflection, that fact wasn't particularly fun was it :3

[lakedo]

More!

(Chi caspita me lo fa fare?)

Ladies, gentlemen, cats and others, here we go again with my two OCs!

Have this other ugly drawing of these two!

Like the last one, this was made a while ago with the photo editor, so it’s not very good LOOK AT HIS SO INNATURAL POSE! 😭 AND THE BAD PERSPECTIVE! 😭😭 THE SHADOWS, THE LIGHT, TOO SKINNY, TOO FAT LINE! THE CIRCLES ARE NOT PERFECT!!!! 😭😭😭 AAAAAAA!!!!!!

Anyway…

I think I have to introduce them? Right?

Well, here they are!

Their names?

Electriolet and Mindyll! (What kind of stupid names, huh?)

Do you want more lore?

Another post! >:)

[spaghett-onaplate]

Ruh roh just found out my apparently supportive family think I am only trans as a result of trauma

[myrfing]

i sometimes think about relogging into LT just cus it was and still sort of is probably the most important online space to me but I immediately get e-s disease where even though it’s technically the same game it’s so unrecognizable now that I get overcome with bitter nostalgia and start saying old man shit about everything

[yourheartinyourmouth]

I’ve been reading What Manner of Man by @stjohnstarling (and enjoying it, even though I’m only a few chapters in) and I was tickled by the repressed gay priest looking at the two women who share affection for each other, a cottage, a cat, and a bedchamber and went “Oh, isn’t that sweet? Just two gals being pals.”

[dawn-of-worlds]

Naakrsh coils in on the void in his being, whispering to the sharp-eared and weak-minded.

Confused and disturbed in their slumbers, looking at a vast cosmic snake shedding its skin and gurgling curses upon the world, several humans found the an organization devoted to asceticism, truth, and universal salvation, the Ebon Priesthood of the Flayed Skin. The first doctrine of Ebon Priesthood, which even the broader world may know, is

Beauty is a lie that entraps you.

Those who wish to join the order as laity must adopt a vegan diet and disfigure themselves in some way to prove their understanding of this truth. In villages where the cult is fashionable - for humans still live in scattered, autonomous villages - a fashionable scar across the cheek is common, among people who get it castration or removing the eyes are sometimes chosen. If they do, they are revealed the further truth:

Beauty is a lie that entraps you within this world; the true world lies without and beneath.

Those who wish to join the priesthood proper and understand the means of finding the true world must, in addition to years of reflection on the prior truths, flay significant portions of their skin, pluck out their eyes, burn the tongue to prevent taste, and remove the testicles or clitoris. To these are revealed the further truth:

Beauty is a lie that entraps you within this world; the true world lies without and beneath, in dreams which are accessed through the following meditative techniques.

This is not the final truth, but it is the last initiatory one, because it is the truth that allows one to access Naakrsh's mindscape and figure out the truth for yourself. The true world glimpsed here is not a beautiful one, but the Ebon Priesthood has already convinced themselves that is not a bug but a feature. And if there is some beauty there, they know what is there to mislead them, and a sign that further investigation becomes necessary.

Although the Priesthood began among humans and is most popular among them, at least one Atai has joined, although no Atai communities.

(7 (2d6) + 2 (non-hoarding bonus) - 8 (create order) = 1 point left over)

[v-t-holmes]

so uh there was this fortune cookie post that i deleted bc i went to check op's blog and decided to take that post off my blog

[bookofthegear]

Dungeoneering is your passion! Your vocation! You know how to navigate a maze, climb a crumbling wall, make fire with two sticks and the body of a vengeful slime mold. Heck, you graduated in the top sixty percent of your class!

The slightly bedraggled finch greets you. You recognize him immediately as a Dungeon Finch. “Hi. I’m Jimmy. Are you the next explorer?”

You’re a little concerned about that “next.” Jimmy shuffles awkwardly on his perch. “There were some…err…incidents. But I’m sure you’ll be fine!” This does not make you any less concerned.

Nevertheless, you are a Wentworth graduate! You have your pack, your bedroll, your lantern, rope, climbing gear, compass, first aid kit, unreliable guidebook, and a truly epic quantity of granola bars!

And, of course, a knife.

[madebycloud]

Cozy

jenna ortega x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: rainy morning breakfast with your girlfriend (requested by anon) warnings/themes: fluff, rainy morning, breakfast err words: 0.7k

The rain's been lashing the windows all night. You roll over in the cozy little cove you've created with the blankets and pillows around you. The early morning chill is too strong for the warmth of your bed.

Suddenly, you receive a notification on your phone. You slide from the warmth of your bed and move over to the bedside table, picking up your phone and checking the notifications.

Nothing but spam and promotional messages. You sigh, returning the phone to the nightstand.

You sat up, stretching your arms and scratching your hair. You took your time to wake up, feeling the laziness seep into your bones. The idea of getting up made you want to just crawl back under the blankets.

The woman next to you was still sleeping, snoring softly. You reach out and wrap your arm around her waist, pulling her close to you and placing a string of kisses across her shoulder.

She mumbles something unintelligible, but her body shifts underneath your touch, and she rolls over to face you. Her eyes are half-closed, but her smile is bright as she touches your cheek and pulls you in for a long, lingering kiss. 

“Morning,” you mumble once the lips finally part. She giggles before laying her head against your neck.

“What time is it?” she asks, her voice still raspy.

“I dunno, 7 something...?” you reply, unsure of the actual hour but confident enough that it's early morning.

You give her a quick kiss on the cheek before getting up to start your daily routine. You washed your face, brushed your teeth, and dressed in comfortable, warm clothing.

When you were done, you found her still in bed, her body curled up like a cat behind the cozy sheets.

You head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, determined to make something special today. You start the coffee maker and read through the many recipes on your phone, hoping to find one that's quick, easy, and delicious enough to satisfy both your cravings and your taste buds.

Then you see it: those fluffy, mouth watering pancakes with sliced strawberries and maple syrup. It's like they were made for you and your taste buds.

“Ahh, that's the one”, you tell yourself, grabbing the ingredients in a flash to start cooking. Your fingers move fast and effectively as you beat up the batter, and before you know it, you've had a flawlessly golden, fluffy batch of pancakes created precisely the way you want them.

While your cakes are cooking, tiny little hands wrap around you from behind, and you turn to see your girlfriend.

“That smells delicious,” she says to you, her eyes focused on the cooking pancakes. You kiss her lips gently before turning back to the pancakes.

“Trust me, babe, you're about to partake in a culinary masterpiece crafted by none other than the 5-star chef.”

“Sorry to disturb the master chef,” she says, before she sits down at the counter, resting her legs in a cross and tilting her head to watch you cook. “What are you cooking?”

You can't help but roll your eyes, but you're not upset at all. With a playful grin, you reply, “Obviously, a five-star meal.”

Finally, the pancakes are done, and they are served on a dish with some additional maple syrup on top, as if you were an actual 5-star chef. Breakfast in hand, you set it down on the small table. Jenna follows you and sits down on the couch next to you, resting her head on your shoulder.

You sip from your coffee, tuning into the local news broadcast on TV. They're reporting the weather, which is rainy outside. You take a mouthful of the crisp, syrup-coated pancake—the sweetness of the strawberries and the richness of the syrup complement each other perfectly, and it's the perfect way to start your day. 

With a smile on your face and the pleasure of a job well done, you lean in to kiss her.

It's going to be another one of those days where you have too much stuff to do and not enough time to do it all. Oh well, at least you can count on your amazing morning kisses to make it worth it.

[disaster-racing]

I don't usually do text posts, but I just have to ask - has anyone else noticed something strange with the Screaming Meals streams recently? James and Clem have been making some weird comments about Marcus, and they sound... a bit worrying? So I went back to their previous streams to check, and here what they said:

Qatar quali stream:

C: "We're trying, you know, to really promote this channel… trying to make it grow, got no idea what we're doing. And Marcus Armstrong doesn't wanna help us." J: "Yeah. To be fair, he doesn't have a say these days in what goes on his Instagram." C: "Does he not? Oh! That's true, I forgot about that. That is true."

C: "So, so, can you… is that the real reason, the fact that you haven't got enough devices, that you're not listening to our stream, or is it sort of censored in the household, per se?" M: "Yeah, the US has actually censored Screaming Meals, umm…" C: "Oh, see, I didn't think it would have been–" J: "Sort of a North Korea situation, is it?" C: (laughs) M: (laughs) "For obvious reasons, mate, for obvious reasons." C: "Yeah, doesn't seem to be the US, but err…"

J: (talking to Marcus) "I don't know about you but the last time I checked my bank account, fuck me, there was some… there's gotta be some numbers missing, but…" C: (closes eyes, laughing)

Qatar sprint stream:

J: "Marcus gets to the UK sometime in November so we'll definitely be filming some stuff in November, as long as he's allowed to. Um, then you can get some more pods."

Qatar race stream:

J: "Marcus says please call a bit later than lap 15, with an x." C: "What a loser! Just always skiving off work." J: "Yeah, why, like… I dunno, he's probably getting screamed at or something, I dunno." C: "Marcus is? Yeah… well, he has been under quite a lot of pressure hasn't he, recently." J: "Yeah… " … C: "No, he hasn't lost control of his downstairs. He has lost control of his credit card, though." J: "He certainly has lost control of his credit card. Anyway!"

C: "Marcus joining us as well for a short trip [in Brasil]. Interesting." J: "Yeah apparently we're not allowed to talk about that." C: "No, we're not. Good times."

J: "Shall we give Marcus another go?" C: "Nah." J: "Fair enough." C: "He was being his usual 'I'm too cool for you guys'…" J: "He was being a bit, wasn't he. He's probably on another sanction from speaking to us." C: "I think so yeah. Must be one of those sanctions."

Mexico race stream:

J: "I'm gonna give Armstrong a buzz." C: "No chance he answers." J: "I believe he's due to fly out 9pm Mexico time." C: "He'll be under heavy control. …has your number not been placed on the 'banned' list?" J: "Ah, no, this is a burner." C: "Oh, mine has. Mine has." […] C: "Quite a lot of restrictions to get in contact with Armstrong these days."

Q&A stream:

(talking about what they would buy if they had to spend £1million on each other) J: "Then for Armstrong… ummm, I'd, I dunno, I'd probably just help him pay off his credit card debts." C: "True! Paying off his credit card debts would be something. Definitely."

C: "Look, we've got Loraine with the hashtag Free Marcus." J: (snorts) "No comment."

And when Marcus was on the sprint race stream last night, he seemed a bit tired and low energy, quite different to how he was on the streams earlier in the year. Maybe I'm just overreacting, but I really hope he's okay and some of the things they've said aren't as concerning as they sound...

[writemekpop]

Boy's a Liar | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: One day, your nudes show up everywhere in college. Did your boyfriend Haechan share them? 

Genre: College AU, cheeky Hyuck, angst

Word Count: 2k

Four letters. Blood-red, smeared over your locker in lipstick. 

SLUT.

Goosebumps ran over your body. Hands shaking, you tried to wipe the words away, but it only stained your skin red. You could hear snickering from behind you. 

Your heart was in your stomach. You heard people’s whispers.  

“I heard she sells her nudes for money.” “You know she blew the entire ice hockey team once.” “She even lets her boyfriend do anal!”

Chenle, basketball captain and mega bully, shoved past you. 

"Ever heard of plastic surgery? I wouldn’t touch that with a ten-foot pole.” He jeered and high fived his friend Jisung, who was doubled over laughing.  

You frowned. You spotted your best friend Winter and pulled her into a classroom. "What the hell's going on? Why is everyone being so mean to me?" 

Winter bit her lip. “Oh baby… you don't know?”

"Know what?"

Winter handed you her phone. "Don't shoot the messenger."

It was the Griffin college class of 2024 chat, with all 150 students. 

You nearly dropped the phone when you saw it.

It was your picture – no, it was your nude. You were lying in bed, completely naked.

“What the hell is this doing on the group chat?" 

The picture was followed by lots of comments and laughing emojis.

Winter snatched the phone back. "I think you've seen enough."

Your knees gave way and you slumped to the floor. Guilt, shame, fear, were all welling up inside you faster than you could process. You burst into tears. 

 Winter patted your back. "How did that picture even get out?"

You sniffed. "I dunno. The only person I sent it to was... Haechan."

The realisation dawned upon you. It had to have been him.  

Haechan was your boyfriend. He was the cute boy who was always ten minutes late to class, with warm brown eyes and a devilish smirk. He was the boy who would never let you leave his room without wearing something of this – a beanie, a hoodie, (his boxers, once) – so you ‘wouldn’t forget him’.   

You'd only been dating three months, but you loved him, and he loved you back… or so you thought.

You stood up. “I need to see him.” 

Winter squeezed your hand. “I’ll be here if you need me.” 

---

It wasn’t hard to find Haechan. 

He was in the cafeteria, surrounded by a group of boys, being cheered on and fist bumped. Haechan was grinning like he had just won the lottery. 

Your frown deepened the closer you got. 

“Can’t believe you smashed her, bro. Nice one!” Johnny, one of the seniors, said to Haechan. 

Haechan smiled awkwardly. “Err, thanks I guess…”

“Give us all the details!” Johnny said.

Haechan shrugged. “Well…”

When Haechan spotted you, the smile dropped off his face. 

Doyoung, another senior, pushed Haechan to the side and stepped towards you. He raked his eyes all the way down your body. 

“Hey baby girl, I heard you’re gagging for it. Wanna take this for a ride?” Doyoung grabbed his crotch, face leering.

 You resisted the urge to slap Doyoung. “The only thing I want is to run you over, asshole. Fuck you!” 

You stared at Haechan, waiting to hear the string of curses he would unleash on his friends. But he just stood there, rubbing his elbow, trying to avoid your gaze.  

You turned and sprinted out onto the field. You couldn’t take this any longer. You ran till your legs started to ache.

You heard a voice from behind you. “Y/n, wait up! Jeez, I forget you’re freakishly fast.” 

It was Haechan. You turned around to see him gripping his side, wheezing. 

His dark hair was a birds’ nest, and his brown skin was glowing with sweat. You hated that he still looked gorgeous. 

“What do you want?” you spat. 

Haechan straightened up and brushed his hair out of his face. “Y/n. I’m so sorry… the photo, I-“

“How could you send that to everyone?” you said, interrupting him. “That was meant for your eyes only!” 

Haechan shook his head vigorously. “No! I didn’t send it to everyone, I swear!”

You frowned. “Then how did it get out?”

Haechan gulped, looking incredibly uncomfortable. “Well I mean… I did send it to Jeno. But I told him not to share it with anyone! I made him swear on his mother’s life!” 

“What the fuck, Haechan! Why would you do that?” 

Haechan sighed. “Look, Jeno was bragging about all the hot girls he’s slept with, and showing me their pics. I just wanted to… be included.”

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" You shoved his chest. "I hate you!"

You turned around, ready to leave again. 

"Wait!" Haechan grabbed your arm. 

You looked into his big, shining brown eyes. Would Haechan finally take responsibility for what he’d done? 

But instead, Haechan whined, "It wasn't even me, though, it was Jeno!"

You yanked your arm away.  

You had turned down Haechan's best friend Jeno a year ago. Ever since then, he'd been cruel to you. Was this his form of payback?  

You huffed. "You’re the one who shared the photo in the first place! We're breaking up. Obviously."

Haechan made a face that reminded you of an abandoned puppy. "But why? I said sorry like a bajillion times!” 

"Oh you're sorry, are you?" You said, your voice rising. "Everyone’s calling me a mega slut, when I’ve slept with one guy. You.” You groaned. “We only had sex four times, for god’s sake!” 

"And those were the best four nights of my life!" Haechan said. "Please don't do this."

You scowled. "Why do you need me, anyway? You could have any girl you wanted… Mr Stud. Oh, face it, you loved the attention. All those guys clapping you on the back…”  

Haechan screwed up his lip. "What do you want me to say? Those guys didn't even know my name before this!” 

"Well you have plenty of time to hang out with them," you said. “Coz don’t have a girlfriend anymore.” 

Haechan hung his head, brown hair flopping over his eyes. 

You sniffed. You’d wanted to be tough, but you it was impossible. Tears began rolling down your cheeks. "What if my parents find out? Or my professors? Can people get expelled over this? Oh my god!"

Haechan stretched his arm put to comfort you, but he pulled it back at the last minute. He stood there in awkward silence as you sobbed. 

After a few minutes, you finally managed to stop your tears. You felt utterly exhausted. 

Haechan was still standing there. He was digging his nails into his palm, the way you knew he only did when he was extremely stressed. 

You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. 

"I'd like you to leave now, Haechan." 

Haechan sucked in a breath, his brown eyes glistening. "Okay, I'll go. But I really hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." 

You scoffed and turned away. You couldn't look at Haechan right now. One glimpse of his cute nose or the moles on his cheek would be enough to melt your heart.  

You didn't turn back until his footsteps had completely retreated. 

---

The next three weeks were rough, though nothing was as hellish as that first day.  

Mostly people had gone back to ignoring you, but you still avoided any parties or big gatherings. 

What hurt the most was losing Haechan. 

He wasn't just your boyfriend; he was your best friend too. You missed cuddling him at the end of a long day, you missed hearing him sing in the shower and then come out in nothing but a towel and a smirk. 

You also missed the sex. You had barely started doing it, and you were enjoying getting to know his body and your own. You had just discovered that Haechan's weak spot was his ear lobe, and that if you kissed it just right, he would purr. 

You should never have sent that stupid nude. You should never have trusted Haechan. 

You felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet.

Haechan had texted you a thousand times, but you ignored them all. At least he had the decency to stay away from you in class. He'd just watch you from the other side of the room, a mopey expression glued to his face. 

---

The next day, you were in the library, face buried in an organic chemistry textbook, when you started hearing increasingly loud murmurs.

You looked up and saw people running out of the library.

You were about to get back to your homework when you saw Winter running towards you. 

She was waving at you frantically. "Y/n, come quick! It's Haechan!"

Your heart was in your throat as you followed Winter and the increasing crowd of students into the cafeteria. 

When you saw Haechan, you gasped. 

Haechan was standing on top of a table in the centre of the cafeteria. His arms were spread wide, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs. 

"My name is Haechan and I'm twenty-two years old." He yelled. "And this..." He reached for his belt buckle. "Is me naked. Take a good look, people!" 

The crowd collectively gasped. 

Haechan shoved down his trousers and underpants to his ankles, and stood there, hand on his hips. 

You could see his strong tanned legs, his muscled butt, the dark patch of curly hair at the base of his completely exposed penis.

You smacked your hand across your mouth, unable to believe what was happening. 

Everyone was staring. Some people started giggling, others pulled out their phone and started recording. 

Winter, who was standing by your side, started to boo, but you elbowed her in the ribs, shutting her up. 

"Get down from there at once!" The piercing voice of the Dean shocked everyone. Most people dispersed. 

Haechan got down and pulled up his pants. He walked towards you, seemingly unbothered by the yelling professors and laughing students all around. 

He stopped in front of you and stuck his hand out. 

"Hi, I'm Haechan," he said, smiling. 

You shook his hand tentatively, ignoring the way your skin buzzed where you touched him. 

"Err... what are you doing?" You asked, half chuckling. 

Haechan's expression turned serious. "Look, Y/n. I know what I just did doesn't make up for what I did to you but... I'd really like for us to start again. I miss you, a lot." 

You paused. "Hmm... I don't know about that, Haechan."

Haechan's entire body deflated. He looked devastated as he nodded solemnly. "I completely understand," he said, turning away.

"Wait!" 

Haechan turned around. His eyes met yours.

"But… I will let you buy me a coffee. And we can take it from there."

Haechan could have beat his chest with happiness. 

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[dailymothanon]

YEAH YEAH I DRAW GAY PHYSICAL AFFECTION SO WHAT 👊💥💥i like these moose men i love them a lot . err I have these two versions so I wasn't sure which to post so i figured why not both 🫎 yes yes I know Alaska's big on the bears but so are moose (i also like that alaska's subspecies moose is scientifically named A. A. Gigas purely for how big they are, biggest deer in the world)!! Our official state mammal ofc, bears are basically our unofficial one tho, dunno why we can't just have two anyways smh 😒