#heh. hahaha

[post-it-notes7]

yeah go on, sneak up on the guy who's job is to be immensely perceptive for a living

[thedumb1]

[oat-pup]

me and a friend while really stoned came to the realization that in the dandy's world canon timeline, the toons had to witness real world historical events

[alukaforyou]

u & ur partner draw each other challenge 🤪

this was supposed to be a little sketch but hmm i realized during this, i need to work on my coloring 😵‍💫 it never ends LOL ANATOMY PERSPECTIVE COLORS i feel like i can maybeeee paint a lil better but non-painty coloring is HARD DAM i put this pic thru like 3 filters on my phone cuz the og kinda sucked LMFAO my fault 😮‍💨 i would draw sukuna soo pretty like a bishie bl protag HEH 😏 and i think sukuna would be pretty good at drawing too i made that up in my head in canon he alr recites poetry so its similar methinks. he would draw u lovely in yamato-e style LMFAOIWJEJSJSJ aaaand check out the creamy crunchy cameo

crunchy is def a mamas boy he loves me but i think creamy might like sukuna more,,, i think she likes men LOL she sort of likes my bf n my dad so 🤔 closeup of bishie bl protag sukuna:

ugh the lips... 👁️👄👁️ i love him byealul

[livingininsomnia]

You've been playing so much twisted wonderland that it's even invaded your dreams.

In a dark hallway, with flickering torches that cast unerving green light upon you, Silver takes your hands in his.

You stare, unblinking at him, marveling at your own heretofore unknown creativity. The human brain really is a marvel. You have drawn Silver to life, bursting forth from your dream in the rush of a briar bloom, breath-taking in the width of its depths.

Silver stands before you in flesh and blood, so real, so very life-like.

His hands are callused in a way that you could never see in a two-dimensional screen, skin marked with evidence of past battles and fights. He holds your hands in his, smoothing his fingers across your skin, and you shiver at the feel of warm skin. His eyes are the shade of lavender that you love. It is so hard to keep eye contact, with how lovely they are.

He's just so pretty, it makes you blush the way a character in a screen could never do.

He has a scar on his neck, and his clothes are messy. Strands of hair fall out of place, and his expression is one you have never seen before—dark, foreboding, starving.

A shiver runs down your spine.

Everything is so real—from the back and forth of your eyes to the weight of gravity on your body. The way you shift your weight from foot to foot.

Even the temperature—your neck is cold and bare but the robes covering the rest of you pool at your elbows, something soft keeping you warm and comfy.

A shudder runs down your spine, and you let Dream-Silver gently pull you close.

"I'm so happy you're finally here," he whispers into your hair, cradling you in his arms.

The discomfort of someone you've never met before holding you close has you stiffening. Even though you know it's Silver, because you know him, because it's your dream. Silly.

You don't shove him away, because it's not his fault. Even your anxiety is here with you in your dream.

Hopefully you wake up soon. This is exhausting, which is just unfair when you're asleep.

You let him pull you along, tucked into his side. You marvel at the details. The weight of his arm on your shoulders. The slight echo of both your footsteps in the long halls. The stone flooring. The sharp smell of his cologne.

Your shoes are ridiculously soft, and they're not even runners. They're black leather lace-up ankle boots, and you wish you had shoes like this in real life. They're classy and comfy. Unrealistic.

He stops dead and his arms are the only thing keeping you from tripping. You disgruntledly hold onto him. You can feel the tensing of the muscle in his forearm. You appreciate your imagination but it doesn't need to be this realistic.

You crane your neck in as he opens the door, and it's a lovely bedroom that you genuinely wish you could have in real life. Soft fairy lights are installed across the walls and a gorgeous canopy bed filled with lovely looking pillows and throws sit front and center.

You push forwards and touch silky-soft bed sheets. It's a nice nightmare. Even if the boy beside you is holding you uncomfortably close, at least it's not a violent one. Just creepy. But not worth the effort of forcefully waking up.

He pushes you into the bed, and you let him drag you close.

It takes you a weirdly long time to fall asleep considering you're not even awake, but it's probably because you're not used to falling asleep with someone else holding you.

But it only makes you even more stubborn. After all, before you know it, you'll be awake.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

HEH. THE COMPLETE (UPDATED) HEH COMPILATION IS HERE.

Original version is here, but now the final "heh"s have been collected (sorry for the delay I was waiting for all the transcripts to be out!) and assembled in one place 😎. Enjoy!

[inchidentally]

girl im crying from your tag on landoscar pics form chrome night 😭😭 lmao proposal thing knocked me down I love you omg

l i s t e n Oscar looks ready to propose for just two people ever in his life and Lily's gonna kick him in the shins if he's gonna look like that every time Lando's dressed in white

tho it's not as bad as him looking directly at Lando's dick when someone said the Senna livery was his scheme to get Lando in Aussie colors - made even worse by the fact that Lando was literally naked under the suit for some reason ?? and made sure Oscar knew about it ???

[elluqien710]

day 18: leaves 🍁

“He leaves whenever I arrive.”

Finwë turned. “Who does, yonya?”

Little Nolofinwë fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “Náro. Whenever I enter the room, he gives me a mad look and leaves...but I didn’t do anything.” He frowned. “Atar, why…why does it seem like Náro hates me?”

Finwë leaned back, sighing. “It’s…complicated. He’s hurt.”

Nolofinwë frowned. “Hurt? Why?”

Finwë picked Nolofinwë up, seating him on his lap. “Your brother Náro…his Ammë is not your Ammë. She’s gone. And Náro is very sad because of it.”

“So why is he angry at me?”

“It’s…also complicated.”

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“He leaves whenever I arrive.”

Fëanáro dared to just disintegrate and leave? Before Nolofinwë could even slap him and rip him apart into pieces?

Fëanáro.

How Nolofinwë utterly abhorred him.

Fëanáro was the reason why they had to push through the merciless Grinding Ice, why they had lost sweet Elenwë and so many others—because he had burned the ships.

Abandoning them.

The one who’d doomed, bound by oath, and dragged into danger his own sons. Then instantly died, leaving his sons and his people without their guiding light.

Abandoning them.

Nolofinwë gritted his teeth. “Fëanáro. How I hate you.”

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“yonya” - son

“Náro” - a possible nickname for Fëanor (from his mother-given name Fëanáro)

“atar” - “father”

“ammë” - “mother”, informal

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<- day 17: tropical 🍍 | day 19: pebble 💎 ->

all drabbles

[zvahlne]

[kandavers]

what if i have crazier headcanons like... cannibalism

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

This is Gordon and James to me

[thedumb1]

[ezlo-x]

Actually if im actually thinking more au concepts i think its time for me to properly tag my aus so they dont get messed up

[lemon-russ]

Not warhammer, happy life updates-

I apologize in advance for how insufferable I'm about to become about this lol (and to anyone seeing this like 2-3 times bc I'm blasting it everywhere, I'm sorry I'm just excited hahaha) AND for the influx of sappy lovey fics likely to come

Boyfriend of 10 years proposed to me, after a pretty scenic train ride through the mountains, while watching the sunset behind the mountain range ☺️ (fiancé now ✨️)

I talk about him sometimes (I try to tone it down but I fail lol) but I really am obsessed with him. We waited so long because we wanted our own place first, and since we moved in may, huzzah! Engaged! I won't ramble too much but I am very excited to marry this soft viking whos obsessed with Christmas and boats, whos crocheting his own granny square biker jacket, who hangs strings of bones around the house, who lets me ramble on about warhammer fanfic writing and despite his protests gets excited to suggest "oh but wouldn't it be awful if they betrayed them?" Because he's nothing if not a lover of good drama and gossip lmao 💖

and as insane about him as I am, he is OBSESSED with me. In 10 years I have never once questioned his feelings for me. Any ego or self image issues I may have once had are replaced by a decade of him acting like he just walked into the lourve when I am just standing there in sweats and a tshirt or something. I'd say he's like a "wife guy" except it never feels like he's trying to prove something lol, he just wears his heart on his sleeve.

ANYWAY I'm gonna stop before I give a whole ass ted talk on this man. Life update: engaged!!! I love my Fiancé!!! I'm gonna try to get married on a schooner hahaha

Have some pretty pictures of the white mountains where he proposed 💖

[p4nishers]

STAND UP BRO

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Not to get into conspiracy theory territory so soon folks, but I'm placing my early bets on a heart-related injury for Tony somewhere down the line. I don't trust Will's intrigued "oh!" when Freddie said that Tony has a great heart, certainly not with all the odd body part-related horror he's alluded to thus far. A heart of gold huh? 🤔 I wonder how much that would go for.