#i loved this scene i had to draw it ok

[ferretteeth]

I'VE GOT THE VOICES OF MANY IN MY THROAT

THE TEETH OF A FROG AND THE TAIL OF A GOAT

[mensmommymilkers]

Had to draw the trio from from my fave book by @sarahreesbrennan as I reread for the millionth time 😮‍💨 They’re so fun

[siyuri]

"The domestication of all of it made Astarion’s teeth hurt. " Palmarosa by amazing @not-poignant

[7roaches]

thought of this while peeing

[sorrelpaws]

“they have a reason to hide!” (not sh/p)

[bumblingbabooshka]

[TUVOKTOBER: Day 9] Ballet with the Captain.

[astranauticus]

Do mechanites cry?

[gmanweatherreport]

Finally made some fanart for this game new chapter made me joker cracy

[todayisafridaynight]

That fuckin new bucket list trailer for 8?????????

hey what if we all just cut ourselves in half after this huh

[sol-shines]

guess who just finished warrior nun s1 !! bitch what in the everloving FUCK was that ENDING !!!!!!!!!!

[u3pxx]

After an accident at the crime scene of their newest case, Klavier and Apollo find themselves in a situation neither of them ever imagined they would go through. Between a murder at an antique store, reopened wounds of the heart, and two incredibly observant girls, Klavier and Apollo will have to navigate their new circumstances together. Along the way, affection that had been buried deep in their souls threatens to overtake both of them. The last thing Apollo needs now is a smack to the head with a low door.

finally posting the piece i drew up for @klapollo-minibang 2023 in collaboration with the wonderful artist @taxkha and our wonderful fic writer @strawberricakeandpie!! ♥️💜 READ THE FIC HERE!!

i hope you enjoy the fic strawb has concocted and written up bc i sure do!!!! (her original prompt has been described as "den-bait" WHEEZES) and!!! the awesome art katha will be sharing once the following chapters get posted! :^] (WHICH YOU ARE ALSO NOT READY FOR!!! THEY ARE VERY DELICIOUS.)

extra stuff under read more ;^P | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

can you believe i've joined the minibang for three years straight now?! and it's been such a dang joy every time! i just love when creatives get together and create something so filled with love for the media they both love, collaboration's fun, man!

also don't mind the fact that i haven't posted the drawings i did for the '21 and '22 minibangs here ok i just made a tumbly in november of last year ok ill get to it someday ASKSKSK

and also very delighted that i get to draw about one of my favorite silly tropes to happen ASKSK which, might not be obvious by the first chapter yet but oh, you'll see it. and maybe come yell at me about the trope after you leave a nice comment on strawb's fic, neow!!!!

if you managed to read this far and still have not read the fic, what're you doing man!!!

[geekgirles]

Ok, but can we talk for a minute about how well they explained Moxxie and Blitzo's friendship in, what, two minutes?

That short flashback scene is crucial to understand why, despite all their bickering and fighting and Blitzo's emotional issues and complete disregard of boundaries, Moxxie doesn't give up on him.

Because Blitzo, in barely a few minutes, showed him more kindness than anyone had ever done since his mother.

Moxxie's life had just been shattered. Torn apart. He got his heart broken and his ass in jail. The person he trusted and loved more than anyone completely disregarded his safety for money.

Once again, he is all by himself against the world. Just like when Crimson killed his mother.

And then, this absolute weirdo just shows up and starts talking to him like they've been pals for years.

He introduces himself, talks a mile per minute, says a bunch of nonsense I still don't quite understand, mentions his daughter and how expensive his babysitter's gonna get... But most importantly, he has an escape plan and he's already included Moxxie in it.

Maybe it's for convenience. Maybe Blitzo would've done the exact same thing no matter who he got saddled up with. But the important thing is that, for all his flaws and issues, Blitzo can't bring himself to be truly manipulative and calculating, at least not if he senses the person he's trying to con is as vulnerable, if not more, as he is.

Let's draw a parallel between Chaz and Stolas, shall we?

Yes, Blitzo tried to murder or at least incapacitate Stolas. Yes, his only goal was the grimoire. But the moment Stolas revealed just how lonely he was and how much sleeping with his first friend meant to him, Blitzo couldn't bring himself to hurt him. And what did he do instead?

He gave our Owl boy the best night of his life.

With Chaz?

Yes, he was mostly kinky and curious about M&M's sex life, but he could tell the guy was a douchebag. So the moment they were done, he went behind his back to figure what was really going on there.

But with Moxxie?

Blitzo was genuine since the very beginning. Again, probably the first genuine person Moxxie's met since his mother, and he knows it.

This face?

This is the face of someone who's thinking, "Finally, a friend."

[dovedewdrop]

Scratch My Back

Masterlist

Joel Miller x reader

word count: 889

Summary: The tide is pulling you under, just like it has plenty of times before. Your husband helps you communicate.

A/N: I’ve been struggling with my mental health & looking after myself for a long, long time and I was getting myself all psyched up to get a shower but I didn’t end up getting in and decided to write this lil thing that I’ve been thinking about for a while! I hope you enjoy it and if anyone out there is reading this and is struggling too, just know that you are not alone and that if Joel Miller were real, he would scratch your back❤️

Also thank you so much for 100 followers🥹🫶🏻 really brightened up my spirits a lil bit💓

Warnings: No Outbreak. Depiction of poor mental health. Sadness. One big loving man (it’s Joel Miller) (Not a warning but I didn’t want it to seem all doom and gloom😅) No use of Y/N.

To Joel, it was just a Wednesday, your day off. To you, the ceiling was caving in. Before he left for work you were sound asleep, your thoughts at bay, laying still against the sand, he placed a gentle kiss to your temple before rolling out of bed. Now that you were awake your thoughts were thrashing against the cliffs, the mental whiplash you were facing ultimately draining your body of all its energy.

You watch the clock on the bedside table blink from one minute to the next. You thought about all if the things you should probably be doing; showering, tidying the house, preparing that home cooked meal you’d been promising your husband for over a week but all you could do was slip in and out of sleep, that was the safe option, the one that would keep you somewhat sane until he returned. You didn’t want to bother him, didn’t want to text him those three words because you knew he would stop everything for you, everything would be put on hold so that he could soothe you and you didn’t want to add that onto the ever-growing list of things to feel bad about. So you waited.

“Honey?” His voice reverberated off the walls, the sound of his gentle tone floated up the stairs. You didn’t have the energy to shout back, the sound of his boots hitting the wooden steps told you that it wouldn’t be long until he was by your side anyway. He took in the sight of the drawn curtains, the sight of you facing them, still in your t-shirt and underwear and you felt the bed dip behind you, the warmth of his body encompassing yours, his scent filling your scenes. 

“Something happen?” A gentle kiss placed to your shoulder blade, the feeling of his lungs emptying and filling behind your back soothing you. You shook your head, allowing a silence to draw over you both as Joel’s arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you further back into the curve of his body. He was always so patient with you, so tender.

“Scratch my back.”

Scratch my back, a cry for help. A promise made between two lovers. A rule established when you’d first started dating. Joel knew that you struggled with your mental health, you’d opened up to some extent, brushing him off with a ‘I’m having a tough day but I’ll be ok x’ text in the beginning, even then he gave you your space. 

One week in spring however, everything was not okay. He hadn’t heard from you in four days, no text and definitely no phone calls. At first he thought that this was your way of letting him know you were no longer interested and selfishly, he couldn’t let it end that way. So after days of mulling it over and chewing his bottom lip raw, he drove over to your apartment and that’s where he found you, dark circles engulfing your eyes, threatening to swallowing them whole, hair unwashed, apartment flooded in gloom.

He took a bath with you, washed your hair as best he could. The spring air still had a slight chill to it so he’d made sure your new set of pyjamas were on the radiator ready for bed and he laid with you in silence until you turned into his chest and he felt the wet of your tears seep into his fabric. 

“You don’t have to talk to me.” He pressed a kiss into your hairline. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to talk to me, I mean obviously you can, when you feel comfortable and ready to but there is something I want you to do for me baby,” another soft kiss. Your eyes travelled up his face to finally look him in his eyes, those soft brown eyes that made you fall in love with him in the first place. All you could do was give a small nod, you would do anything he asked. “I want you to come up with a word or a phrase,” he continued, “so that when things get bad and you don’t feel like you can talk about it…” he trailed off, his hands drawing shapes up and down the length of your spine.

“Like a safe word?” He let out a huff of air at that, a small smile adorning his face.

“Yeah, kinda like a safe word, so I know that you’re safe,” his palm came to rest on your cheek, thumb cupping your jaw, “up here,” and his fingers tapped gently on the side of your temple.

“Scratch my back,” It was soft, the way it came out, tears threatening to spill over, “because if you promise to scratch mine, i’ll always scratch yours.” You couldn’t stop the tears from falling then, the last thing you wanted was for Joel to see you like this and to become his burden, but the way he’d shown you such care and compassion made your head feel a little less foggy, you wanted to promise that you could do that in return, that it wouldn’t just be him constantly looking after you.

“Oh sweet angel.” Both of his hands were cupping your cheeks now, pressing a light kiss to your nose and then your lips.

[ruizpizzaria]

FAZGANGG ROLL OUT ( FNAF MOVIE RAMBLES + EASTER EGGS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ) PT 1

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD ! ! ! !

ok first off i cant put into text or words about how i fucking insane i am about this movie so uhm ahahaha im not gonna or i might explode my head off and end up looking like cc's foxy's plush. THIS MOVIE WAS THE MOST LOVINGLY LOVING LOVE LETTER TO THE FANBASE AND I COULD NOT BE MORE NUTS ABOUT IT

SO IM GONNA WRITE ABT ALL THE LIL EASTER EGGS I NOTICED DURING MY WATCH OF THE MOVIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( many more rewatches to come )

UPDATE : PICS ADDED ! ! !

MATPAT AND CORYXKENSHIN CAMEOS ( NO MARKIPLIER D: )

do i even have to say anything about this??

MATPAT SERVING THEORIES SO HARD HE GOT HIRED AS A WAITRESS

CORY BREAKING ANKLES AS AN UBER DRIVER

the theater went ballistic yeah

SPARKY THE DOG CAMEO / FINALLY CANON LOL

MAN OH MAN WHATT I DDID NOT EXPECT THIS ONE.

In the movie we get a full glimpse of a disassembled sparky suit in parts in service -> max gets stuffed inside this suit later on or a suit next to sparky

the diner that matpat works at is also called Sparky's ( lol foreshadowing )

this is still pretty unreal to me.

FNAF BOOK LORE PLAYS A BIG PART IN THE STORY

There's a scene towards the end of the movie where Abby is hiding from foxy and runs to hide behind some arcade games -> reference to the sequence where Foxy is chasing Charlie in the silver eyes (lighting is almost one on one too)

The animatronics realize they're getting manipulated by afton /spring bonnie when Abby shows them the truth through a drawing depicting spring bonnie's true nature -> reference to Carlton showing the dead children that spring bonnie / afton is their enemy through drawing spring bonnie as their killer

CARL THE CUPCAKE

i just find it kinda funny that the guy eaten alive by cupcake was named carl seeing as how carl was cupcake's fanon name

also he can defy gravity too ig

THE SHIRT CARL ( ONE OF THE GOONS WHO CAME TO TRASH THE PLACE ) IS WEARING HAS A PRINT OF FNAF 6'S DRIVING MINI GAME

Chica's magic rainbow from FNAF world gets its own branded ice cream parlor chain :

EVERYTHING ABOUT ABBY HANGING OUT WITH THE FAZGANG.

Spaghetti and Pizza analogy

this one is a bit more obvious but I like how its used as away to illustrate how mike had to choose giving up abby or cc ( i refuse to call him garrett he is either evan or chris. )

Hospitalized Vanessa Theory

Now that Vanessa is hospitalized could she be filling the roles of cc or mike in fnaf 4 ( mainly cuz of hospital hallucinations )-> shes traumatized by the animatronics and could hallucinate back to her days in the hospital ( if she wakes up or if its a dream sequence or something not sure ) ; also could also work since she's afton's daughter

LIVING TOMBSTONE END CREDITS LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

point where i died in the theater and ascended

so yeah yk id say the trap was sprung successfully

I am the most normal about this movie

[somerandomdudelmao]

Hi Cass! First off I love all your stuff, huge inspiration ❤️💜💙🧡

You mentioned that you have to work fast because you’re in the animation industry then in the tags said you have ADHD. I’m a animation student struggling with my ADHD so I was wondering if it would be ok to ask how you handle staying focused and being motivated? Cognitive dissonance hits hard sometimes 🙃

Hm. The thing is, I work in the animation industry, but I'm not an animator. I'm a storyboard artist. It's very different.

When I was going into this whole thing, I was thinking a little bit about becoming an animator. Because let's be honest, the final product coming out of the hands of animators looks a lot cooler than a rough and crude storyboard. But I also realized very quickly that being an animator is literally the worst thing for my brain. It requires attention, perseverance, precision, and worst of all, it takes time. I tried to do one animation and realized I had none of those things. My brain was turning the whole process into torture.

So I started looking at other options and turned my attention to storyboarding. Because storyboarding is pretty much the opposite of animation when it comes to the creative process.

Drawing has to be fast and rough, you constantly have to come up with something new (and an adhd brain loves novelty~) And most importantly, angles, composition shots and characters are constantly changing.

I don't get stuck for two hours drawing the same face 500 times with careful precision. I play out whole scenes with lots of action and different emotions going on. It's entertaining.

And because some stages of the work can be done very sloppily, it makes it easier for me to overcome my paralysis and take it on.

I'm not going to say this will work for everyone. But for me personally? I think I've found the perfect job for my adhd brain haha

Of course, some amount of struggle is still present, but I'm stuck in a country where it's almost impossible to get adhd medication, so I've just accepted it~

[hunterwritings]

𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨

request: "Hello, I was wondering if you are ok with writing headcannons on what cuddling positions the Lin Kuei trio like with the reader? Thanks!" warnings: none notes: domestic lin kuei trio makes me FERAL

𝐁𝐢-𝐡𝐚𝐧

Bi-han is a man who cannot sleep without holding you.

His most preferred cuddle position is spooning. Most of the time he is the large spoon, he likes to feel like he's protecting you while you lay together. Anytime he's able to wrap his arms around your figure, he's happy.

He loves being able to hold his head in the crook of your neck and pull himself even closer to you. Every now and then pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulders.

Rarely he will let you be the big spoon for him; it would have to be a time when he is extremely stressed or has had a long day. He'll fall into bed after taking off his arm gauntlets and the top part of his uniform. Once you make it to your room, you're surprised by the Grandmaster lying in your bed, already asleep and hearing small snores come from his mouth. All you could do was laugh, getting ready for bed yourself. You sit down on the edge of the bed and crawl under the sheets, reaching your hands up and softly drawing circles over his bare back. You hear a deep inhale and exhale come from his nose, showing that he wasn't quite fully asleep yet. "Long day for you?" You quietly ask, snaking your arms around his bare abdomen, lying your palms flat on his chest. He hums in response, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Aw Grandmaster, you deserve your rest." You pressing your forehead into his back muscles. "I can rest now with you here." He says softly, gripping your hand tightly. You smile into his skin, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder before the two of you drift off to sleep.

𝐊𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠

Kuai Liang doesn't have a specific preference for how you lay with each other, he's happy enough to be holding you.

One position he does like a lot is when he is embracing you. When the two of you are facing each other and you have your head against his chest while he holds you close in his arms. He wants you to be able to feel his heartbeat, to know that he's right here for whatever you need. You are a being to be worshipped by him and he is here to give you absolutely anything you desire. He loves being able to hold your head close into his chest and kiss the top of your hair as he whispers how much he loves you. Kuai Liang is definitely a romantic. "You have no idea how much this means to me, (Y/N). How much you mean to me." He whispers, running his hand up and down the crevices of your back as his other hand lies softly on top of your head. You smile into his chest before pulling back to look up into his eyes. "I just hope you know just how much I love you." He speaks softly, gazing into your eyes, moving his hand from the top of your head to the side of your face, moving his thumb across your cheek. You reached your hand up to hold over his as you pressed a kiss to the rough callouses of his hands. "I love you too Kuai Liang." You tell him before he leans forward and captures you in a deep kiss, one full of pure love and passion. Kuai Liang could stay in this moment forever if he had to, it would be his dying wish.

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

Tomas loves the idea of pleasing you. How ever you want to cuddle with him, he will happily oblige.

He also doesn't have a preference for what position the two of you lie in, his main goal is making sure you are comfortable.

He loves lying down with you in bed to watch a show/movie and holding you as you the two of you laugh at the scenes. One of the positions you find yourselves in most often is Tomas with his back against the headboard and you leaning against his chest, your arms snaked around his muscular waist.

A laugh will escape his lips as you two are watching, every now and then he'll lean down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

When he wants to sleep, he absolutely loves lying in between your legs with his head on your chest. Although Tomas is a big man, he knows how to hold himself over you comfortably without hurting you. He would give anything to lie with you for eternity, to feel your hands entangle in his hair as he feels the skin of your stomach against his cheek.

Once the movie you are watching ends, Tomas will shift from his position of sitting up and crawl down to you. "Getting tired Tomas?" You ask softly, half-awake. "Yes, I think it's time for bed." He yawns, plopping down his body between your legs and softly lying his head on your chest. You chuckle at his movement and reach your arms up to hold his head on your chest. "I love listening to your heartbeat." He whispers, looking up at you. "Aw, my sweet boy." You smile before he lifts himself onto his elbows to reach up and press a sweet kiss to your lips before returning his head back to your chest. Within minutes, you hear small snores coming from him, falling asleep with a smile on his face.