#guys listen

[onionninjasstuff]

eeeyy i just think itd be neat if we tied in this little poll thingy

@tmntseparatedaucompetition

@s0fti3w1tch

[lunelicmoone]

ive made something horrible

[rcbertleckie]

masters of the air · part three

[littlecrittereli]

Hii, I'm very obsessed with your au, and seeing your magnificent arts I had the idea of ​​making the reprogrammed version of Tazzy Chris ;3 I hope you like it

just tell me HOW YOU DRAW SO WELL, YOUR ARTS ARE AMAZING!!!!✨️

I'll be waiting for the next chapter :D

OMG OMGO AKHDDAJJTGGNRR A R RR. RA R R R A THROWS UP EVERYWHERE!!!! /POS

THIS IS SO COOLLLL LOOK AT HIMMR AAHHHH HHHH HH THANK YOUUU I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!

Ch 7 just got posted!!! I'm so happy you like it!!! <33333

[legendzjagz]

OKAY SO

Just had the glaring realization

That the lastime we had kacchan appear with a halo of light around him was during the vigilante arc…

And we received the most GORGEOUS apology.

SO NOW…

… with him appearing with a bigger and greater halo…

… will we get a confession of some sort?

@paranormalmoonlight5 @z-mizcellaneous-z @smallmightsupremacy

[greenblorp]

I am FIGHTING my demons right now.

I NEED TO MAKE ACE ATTORNEY FANART

[freak60000]

i was to embarrassed to do selfship stuff until this year. this is revannie . ❤️.

[beepborpdoodledorp]

Carrow sweep is over, the dream is dead guys

[akashis-waifu]

Seriously, why am I seeing so little improper usage of Kyoka Suigetsu in fanfics? Y'all can literally conjure all kinds of crazy scenarios but still settle for normal smut LIKE WHY???

[luriuan]

Au where the magicians take Percy in and they just think “Wow he’s really good at water magic, maybe he’s following the path of Sobek or Tefnut.” And Poseidon is just secretly sending him messages in his dreams like “Okay, don’t tell them but you’re Greek. But my brother shouldn’t bother you if he thinks you’re Egyptian.” And sending him gifts (riptide).

(Aged down Percy, like two years younger then Carter, so he’s twelve when he’s taken in, after Apophis)

But even despite this he keeps somehow getting dragged into Greek adventures, and has to sneak away from the nome to do them.

This causes the older members much stress.

Horus/Isis: You come from Greek origins!

Percy (sweating): yeah? My moms Greek, doesn’t make me any less of a magician.

[sillyfbiman]

Guys please stop fighting over whether I top or bottom, it's weird :(

Both though. Both is good.

[month-of-july]

i see your t4t doorkeay and i raise you still t4t doorkeay but genderfluid michael

[deadpuppetboi]

I made a post about the theories I’ve had about Garrett being The Puppet and where I think he may be hiding/trapped in.

I’ve considered many things.

Maybe Garrett’s body is locked behind a box.

Maybe The Puppet is locked behind a box.

Maybe they’re stuck in another location.

Or maybe William thought of a plan.

I mean, he didnt actually think the damn thing could pose as much of a threat.

How could a little boy pose so much of a threat to the point where he couldn't sleep at night? Even in the comforts of his own home, in his bed, he could still feel the glowing eyes of a tall and slender figure staring right down at him.

Every. Night.

Vanessa wasn't much help, not with her constant nightmares, all the old man could do was just sit back and accept it. Accept the consequences of his actions, accept that there probably is an afterlife and he’ll go to Hell, and accept that he won't be able to take much more of this until he breaks.

But a man has to come to certain conclusions ever now and then.

He’s a businessman, a single father, the man of the house, a man with so much potential all crunched up by a little boy who cried too long and hard.

A little boy...

A crybaby, even.

There's a better way to this.

A smarter way.

Old man Afton encouraged him to be a true man and face his difficulties head on, not just cry about them. He knows better than to let a child, of all people, bring him down when he has so much to offer the world. So maybe he can manufacture something to help him sleep better at night.

It wasn't easy.

To create something as important and secret as this machine.

So many hours were spent sketching and creating even the slightest factors to get it correct. Carving and procuring the proper materials, painting the ideal colors, and even playing the right music to ensure that every note was played exactly to tune. Even yet, as William placed the final piece on top of the animatronic, he smiled proudly at the sight of a red top hat.

"There ya' go," he said as he patted the animatronic's crimson cheek, gleefully watching as its eyes glowed with a ginger tint.

It looked beautiful.

Black fur, grey undertones, crimson highlights, and sparkling stars shined even in the darkest of nights.

“Beautiful, just beautiful.”

The bear stared down at the older man, its thoughts not on how the exhaustion had taken its toll. Not the sweat, the unkept hair, the patchy beard, or even the bags under his eyes. It had no negative thoughts against its creator nor did it have positive ones.

It just had one goal in mind.

L.ure E.ncapsulate F.use T.ransport & E.xtract

It had just one goal in mind, and it wasn't going to let anything or anyone get in the way of it.

"You're perfect," William laughed, grasping the bear's shoulders with enthusiasm, "Just perfect."

[rab1darachn1d]

do you see the vision

[faunsoda]

why does max look like markiplier in this drawing

[agentplutonium]

There was a concept that I really wanted to explore with Milo and Sweetheart, but I'm not all that sure it's in character. But here it is anyway, cause really y'all can't stop me when I actually feel like writing.

CW: Gender Neutral Sweetheart (referred to as Sneaks in this, uses They/Them pronouns), Demisexual Sweetheart, not NSFW but they are getting hot and heavy in the beginning of this, casual talk of sex/all that kinda stuff

Sneaks didn’t understand. They were the one to suggest it in the first place, so they didn’t understand why things were changing now. They did everything right, they were fine just mere minutes before this, what was happening?

The two of them have been building up to this moment all day. Sneaks was excited, and more than happy to indulge in this. They’d gotten as far as the bed, equally haphazardly undressed.

Milo moved to trail kisses along their neck, leaving Sneaks to stare up at the ceiling. It did feel good, just… Sneaks couldn't put it into words. It felt… wrong almost. They felt like their skin was crawling, itching to become a separate entity.

But it made Milo happy. He was having fun and feeling good, couldn’t they do this for him? Couldn’t they put up with it just until he had his fill? They could do it and it not be a horrible experience for them. Milo knew how they were, but they never tried to stop something after initiating. Would he understand? Would he get upset with them, angry even? There were sparks of pleasure there, swirling deep in their stomach. They could make this work, they had to just endure it.

But they could feel it. The unease. The dread. It was like lead in their heart, weighing down their very core. It felt like a chore, something they would never do willingly, and they hated that. They didn’t want times like this to be a chore for them. They loved Milo. They wanted nothing to feel like a chore with him.

Milo nipped Sneaks' earlobe, but it didn't have any effect. It usually had them gasping, and then they'd get teased for it. It wasn't right, none of this was right.

Sneaks couldn’t do this.

Sneaks swallowed thickly, the hand that was holding onto Milo’s shoulder starting to push him back. “Milo,” they whispered, voice thick. “Milo, please.”

Milo, who seemed to catch on to their unease quickly, pulled back with a worried expression etched into his face. “What’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Sneaks shook their head, hands coming up to rest against his cheek. “No, you’re okay. I just… I don’t think I can do this.”

“You just not feeling it anymore?” Milo asked. Sneaks was searching for something they were familiar with. Disappointment. Anger. Regret or resentment. Anything that they’ve seen before. But it never came.

Sneaks shook their head again, finally answering Milo's question. "I'm sorry," They whispered.

"Nothing to be sorry for," Milo reassured, then paused. "Can I kiss you?"

Sneaks nodded but felt guilt gnaw at their chest. They had him questioning things he wouldn't have second-guessed. Milo only smiled at them before pressing his lips to theirs, gentle and soft, nothing how it was a few moments before.

Milo pulled back, sitting up. Sneaks grabbed the first shirt they should get their hands on, which ended up being Milo's, and put it on.

"I'll be back," Milo told them. "Do you want me to bring you back some water?"

"Sure," Sneaks muttered, sitting up and curling in on themselves.

Milo gave them a weird look but didn't press it. "Alright, well, I'll be right back."

Sneaks was left alone after that.

God, what were they doing? They could have avoided this, they could have kept Milo happy. If only they weren't the way they were. It must have been so easy for Milo in his other relationships. What if he realizes that, and doesn't want to try and work it out with them anymore? Would Milo want to stay with them?

"Here you are," Milo said, coming back into the room. He handed them one of the glasses he had, sitting back down beside them.

Sneaks took a small sip, not being able to make eye contact with him. They were waiting for him to say something, to bring it up, ask for an explanation, or something.

Instead, he brushed some of their hair out of their face, hand resting on their neck afterward. "What's wrong, Sweetheart? You got that look again." "Aren't you going to say something?" Sneaks asked quietly, the tremble in their voice noticeable. "Aren't you mad?"

"Mad? At what, the fact that you stopped something you weren't comfortable with?" Milo asked, voice soft. "Now why would I be mad about that, huh?"

Sneaks couldn't come up with an answer right then. Instead, they said, "You were having fun though."

"'Course I was," Milo said, "It's you. But, I would have been more upset if you let me do something like that without you wanting it."

"You didn't have to think about this before," Sneaks pointed out. They weren't sure why they were doing this, giving Milo reasons to be upset. It was like their mind was poking for some kind of reaction.

"I was still looking for consent, Sweetheart," Milo joked lightly. "It wasn't like I wasn't paying attention."

Sneaks frowned, eyes falling to the glass in their hand, fingers running along the rim of it. They were quiet for a few moments, mind muddling over what had happened.

"You don't want an explanation?" They ask finally.

"Do you want to give one?" Milo countered. They weren't sure if they did. Maybe not yet. When Milo didn't get an answer, he continued. "Sweetheart, it's your body. I'm never gonna do anything you don't want me to. Even if we ever get further than we are now, and you decided that you wanted to pull the plug, I would have listened. Wouldn't you do the same for me?"

"Of course," Sneaks answered without thinking.

"Then what does it matter?" Milo asked, not unkindly. He guided their gaze back up to him, and they saw that he was smiling at them. "I love you, and I want you to be happy. That's it. Plain and simple."

Sneaks could only look at him, trying to understand. They expected outrage, anger, and regret, not this. Literally anything else but this. This soft, caring tone that Milo had taken on, countering every negative thought that they were having. When was the last time someone put this much effort into something like this? This much effort into them?

"Do you regret it?" Sneaks whispered, and they finally started to feel a sting behind their eyes.

"Regret you?" Milo clarified, giving a soft chuckle. "Fuck no, Sweetheart. You're the best damn thing to happen to me. Hell," he let out an amused huff, "even if you decide that we can never have sex again, so long as you stay beside me, I'd still die the happiest man on earth. Because you," the word was punctuated with Milo grabbing both sides of their face, "are more than just sex, Sweetheart. You're more than just a body, though your body specifically is certainly an added bonus because it's yours."

Sneaks rolled their eyes, but Milo kept going.

"I do not, and will not ever, regret loving you, Sweetheart. And I'm gonna be here every time you need me to set those kinds of thoughts straight. You got that?"

Sneaks nodded, but Milo was having none of it.

"Say it." "I got it, Mi," Sneaks said, trying to keep the embarrassment out of their voice.

"Good," Milo pulled them in for a kiss, leaving their head spinning as usual. "I'll be here to remind you anytime you need," he added, only pulling back a few inches to say it.

Sneaks felt their chest grow tight again, but this time it was out of love rather than dread. It was like their very heart was swelling to three times its size just at that moment alone, becoming as light as helium, lifting them.

Sneaks pressed in once more to give Milo a quick kiss. "Lay down with me?" They asked.

"Of course," Milo said, "Anything for my Baby."