#i am so very eepy

[gemkun]

good morning to everyone especially ratio’s fiancé 🥰🥰

[spookitordukeit]

Hhhhhh okay I’m gonna post the next half of the split chapter for Tbasawas tomorrow around 8 I think. It is currently 1:29. AM. :^]

[rhinco]

hmm, quiet (or any variation) for the word game?

"The guards' bickering is cut off by a quiet rush of footsteps behind them, and they spin around, both starting in shock when they see the source of the noise."

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wip ask game

[tangledinink]

it's the gemaversary so leo gets to go off, as a special treat.

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( next update is already available on patreon! )

[bl0ssom-skies]

In case it wasn't obvious, I like doing doodle pages lol

Doing these help me motivate myself a bit more. plus, it's with an AU I like, so bonus points!!

(Au and Saint Vanilla are by the wonderful @cuppajj!)

[nagichi-boop]

Saw this Reddit post and oh my days, it’s Shadamy!

[vurelly]

I'm experiencing burnout! Quite a bit of it, in fact. I have loved selling stickers, and I'm sure I'll continue again, but I'm in dire need of a break.

So! These two acrylic charms are back up for pre-order once more until April 28th. I will also be putting up a new Eclipse design in shop that will double as a sticker and double-sided keychain (like the Sun/Moon ones above) and this Chica will be going up as an 11x14 print. Once pre-orders are closed, I will work only on getting them to me, shipping them out, and then closing shop for the following weeks for a very much needed break!

The new Eclipse sticker/acrylic can be found here:

And my shop can be found here!

[intotheelliwoods]

Guess who got to see a Solar Eclipse at the 4 Corners! (the bobble leos did. this trip was for them actually- they didnt even pay for gas)

[spookythesillyfella]

★ WARNING FOR : BLOOD . GORE [kinda] . BODY HORROR [not really but i wanna cover all bases]

something something "i want to pull your skin open and crawl inside you" something something

[gemkun]

good morning the seaweed strap stays on that is all

[2-b-art-blog]

*yeet*

[bambeebirdie]

There are two things involving Shockwave and Elita-1 I’d really love to see in a transformers series (they are not compatible):

1. Them being absolutely enemies. Elita and Shockwave hate each other. They got like 4 billion years of extra war between them and they cannot stand even the sight of one another. Optimus and Megatron wish they hated each other as much as Shockwave and Elita do. They should get to be silly, terrible rivals at least once, please <3

2. Shockwave and Elita-1 ending the war on Cybertron and for a more crack version of this getting together too. Genuinely I’d be so into a series where like Optimus and Megatron establish communication back with Cybertron and the war is just over. Even funnier the war is over and their respective romantic partners are now married

[00fairylights00]

I hope this will be a healing message...... I keep thinking of making a high-humanity P laugh really hard 🥹 like doing or saying something he thinks is SO hilarious that he is literally on the floor, gasping for breath, unable to speak because he is genuinely dying with laughter.

Prolly would take some real tame shit to make him laugh like that too. Like a funny drawing.

I will keel over and die but in a happy, positive way. If you would allow me to add onto this though I’d like to think the higher the humanity the more his body reacts to touch, I think he’d be ticklish!

His head is in your lap, the usual resting place for him on sunny afternoons like this. The heat makes everyone sleepy and with Krat no longer under eminent threat P can finally just laze around and relax to his heart’s content.

The light turns his hair a chocolate brown as you run your fingers through it slowly, stopping every now and again to scratch at his scalp which earns you a happy hum and a beautiful, closed eye smile. Your other hand rests on the warm skin of his chest, visible through the opening in his shirt.

You can feel the steady beat of his heart under your palm, and the hand of his legion arm is laying on top of your own, squeezing every now and again to tell you that he’s not asleep, he promises he won’t fall asleep, he’s a liar but he’s happy and you don’t mind and he knows you don’t mind.

The heat is turning your mind syrupy but not enough that you don’t notice him flinch ever so slightly when the hand in his hair brushes against the length of his neck, his eyebrows furrow for only a moment but the idea is already in your head.

You only wish to test your theory.

As gently as you can you brush your fingers against his neck again, this time with far more intention. P jerks up, trying to escape your hold but you’re already one step ahead, having braced your arm across his front to trap him against you.

A beautiful sound falls from him, you can feel it through his back as much as you can hear it, he’s laughing! 

A proper, joyful, bordering on hysterical laugh. The sound was higher pitched than his talking voice, but was still rich and warm. You come to realise that this is the loudest he’s ever been, you don’t think you’ve ever heard P raise his voice. It’s nice to see him let loose, smiling big, broad and unabashedly.

With everything over and the state of his humanity clear, watching him navigate the ways he was taken advantage of was a careful thing. He’d become well acquainted with being angry and with being sad, so the moments when you could have him rolling on the floor, losing his mind over something silly was a blessing in every sense of the word.

You pushed him forward, the two of you wrestling against your bedsheets until you came out victorious. You sat straddled atop his stomach, digging your fingers into his neck as he squirmed and pleaded for mercy,

“Stop stop, I can’t breathe,” he laughed, throwing his head back and then pulling his chin toward his chest in hopes of trapping your hands.

You continued your assault of feather light touches, poking and prodding at other areas you thought might also be ticklish.

His chest, his armpits, his sides. It was the prod to his stomach that made him yell suddenly and almost throw you off of him entirely, as you tried to recover your balance he swept your wrists between one hand, breathing heavily as he tried to calm down.

“What… was that?” He asked breathlessly, smiling up at you dazedly.

“Tickling,” you hummed, also catching your breath.

“I thought I was gonna die,” he groaned dramatically, “do it again.”

“Catch your breath first,” you instructed, breaking your hands free of his grasp gently, “it’s nice to see you laughing, you deserve to be happy.”

His eyebrows turned upward as he soaked in your earnestness, a quiet thank you said with his eyes. His hands brushed against your outer thighs, you squirmed with a giggle and a mischievous smile took over his face.

“No,” you warned, “Pino don’t!”

He dug his fingers into your sides, copying your movements and making you squeal, he’d always been a quick learner.

[yanderespamton78]

The Guy

ough sorry for low quality image and pooey colours GOD my drawing tablet it brighter DAMN so we are going to pretend the colours are bright

based off of this

also @voidshrubsquared i most definitely would have forgotten to make this if you didnt reblog my post so here

[confusedgeckotree]

I enjoy media by getting so into it that anything I say is incomprehensible to a non fan. Sometimes even to a very casual fan.

Examples:

"MACKEREL!"

"Octokittens." / "The ship is biomechanical. The ship is sentient. The ship was also once a moon. This means that the ship, as a moon, was sentient and also at least somewhat fleshly."

"Oh. Yknow. The giant fucking angler fish god?"

"Oh. Yknow. The homophobic vase."

"Okay, but how did no-one see two children dragging a corpse to a tree?"

"The candy is a sedative!?" / "Bagged children"

"Five pebsi: triple affirmative." / "Catboy Pebbles."

"Where did you go, Tidedad?"

"If I read the word preternatural one more time I'm going to scream."

"Oh. Yknow. Erika."

[appalachianapologies]

Remittent Distress

Chapter Eight: Ongoing

Chapter Summary: Mac reveals increments of his past, forcing his way through a town that he's nothing but a stranger to. Unbeknownst to him, Dalton struggles through his own memories, parsing through his past to focus on the present. Fic Summary: After years of being on the run and keeping his head down, Mac finally receives the opportunity to end this screwed up game of hide-and-seek for good. With the help of two unlikely friends, some unconventional skill sets, and plenty of all-nighters, Mac attempts to track down his father before James gets to him first. It's been six months since an ordinary mission turned to hell, leaving its permanent marks on Jack Dalton—both physically and emotionally. But when information about a wild kid he came across four months ago gets dropped into his lap, he has to push it all down in order to find not just the kid, but the truth behind him as well.