#in the metaphorical sense

[whollysensei]

i just want to draw highly detailed faces with lots of unnecessary details and nobody is going to stop me hehehehehehe *starts fire with apple and tablet pencils*

[purpleghoul87]

To know Michael's opinion on clowns?

He's initially clown-neutral I'd say...I think he would find it funny that others found clowns scary... He thinks it's weird that Elizabeth is enamored by Circus Baby and other (in his opinion) gaudy designs. ( He is STILL not over how Foxy got redesigned. and I doubt he ever will be over it. LOL).

However that changes over time.

His little sister was killed by an animatronic one, and then to pour salt on the wound later in life ANOTHER clown animatronic ripped his guts out. Clowns so far have been 2 for 2. He is now clown-negative. (Rightly so)

I'd imagine he would not like Fruit Punch Clown or Lemonade clown ONE BIT in FFPS. (He's like: ENOUGH FROM THE CLOWN(S))

So yeah! In that post where I dressed him up like one inspired by Ennard .... he would NOT BE ENJOYING IT, ahaha.

Great question! Thanks for the ask. <3

[angrybatgaming]

DUDE, they made the graphics look so goooood! 🎵💙

And they made granny's place look so nice!!! (I miss how it used to look, but I like this too! I understand that they removed the hidey place under the tree???)

That explains why granny seemed to forget where the table was this past Thursday. XD

I especially like how some places look now. The Ark is STILL kinda hard to look at (my poor eyes), yet I hung around for a bit to admire the view and take this selfie. And yes. I got the Navigator cosmetics. They're very nice! The hair with the mask kinda (KIND OF) makes me look like Strife from Darksiders and I love it. The hair alone combined with the rest of my outfit (minus the earrings) also makes me think of a MHA character, but I don't know their name. I need to catch up on that series. ^_^; I'm so far behind...

Also I have a new favorite prop spell: the bonfire prop! If it's a prop I can still outside of spells, I'd love to know where and how! Though I hear there's a campfire kit coming for Days of Sunlight. Maybe I'll wait and see what that looks like.

Short update, but I'm loving the graphic improvements! Took my eyes a while to adjust, but everything seems to move/bounce more smoothly. And granny's house is just so nice to hang out at. 💙 I have older to stuff to upload later, but looking forward to sharing my experience with the AURORA Encore Concert! Hope to see you all there! (Though I will not be attending the record breaking event on Friday due to work.)

Strife for context. If I ever get Mellow Musician's scarf/cape and slap that on with my current outfit (plus whatever pants would go better), and I'll have myself a Discount Strife cosplay. Lol

[inevitablycharmed]

And behind that unstable expression there was a latent energy, like some agile animal lurking in the tall grass.

[scorchedhearth]

jason loves like an angry dog and he thinks his knife is the only meaningful thing he can offer

[ventcode]

my heart hurts a little, not literally but.. 

[cracklewink]

My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol

[mr-system-of-a-downer]

Would be nice to rest my eyes for a bit

[ohno-the-sun]

Some thoughts about who Eclipse is exactly

[simonbrain]

it settles deep into his chest—the love he has for you. he depends on you more than he'd like to admit, always by your side no matter what you're doing, his large, warm hands resting on your hips while he watches you complete the most mundane tasks over your shoulder.

it eats at him, the need to devour you whole, bones and all. he barely masks the snarl on his face when he catches a whiff of your scent, calloused hands twitching as he holds himself back from squeezing your soft skin the way he wants to, his jaw clenched as his mouth waters at the thought of sinking his teeth into your neck and shaking his head like a dog with a bone.

while he doesn't want to hurt you, there's no way he can love you without being a little rough. a little mean. it's not in his nature to love someone so gently; all the softness has been beaten out of him by the cruel hands of life.

that doesn't mean he won't try, though.

you kiss him so sweetly, with soft lips pressed to his, and he learns to relax into the kiss instead of pawing at your thighs, eager for more. he learns to control the urge to swallow you until there's nothing left and settles with pecks on your mouth until you're giggling.

you cling to him while you nap together, and he learns to melt against you and let go of that paranoia, the voice in the back of his head hissing at him that something will go wrong if he falls asleep.

you cup his cheeks when you sense him retreating to the dark corners of his mind, thumbs caressing over the scars and looking at him with the softest gaze he has ever seen anyone spare him, and he learns to reel himself back in. there's no trail of the hate or disdain he was expecting, no judgement whatsoever; just concern and warmth on your sweet face.

while he learns from you how to be gentle, you learn from him how to be greedy. you want him to consume your very soul.

you're not afraid of him tainting you. you're not afraid of the hands that have murdered countless people. you're not scared of the way he looks at you sometimes, like he's trying to engulf you just with his gaze alone, or the way he grabs at your supple body, like he's trying to merge with your being, or the way he kisses you, like he's trying to steal every bit of air from your lungs and hoard it for himself.

he's learning how to love you the way you deserve, but if you push back against him, taking something for yourself instead of being his sweet, thoughtful girl? if you bite back at him with more cheek than he's used to? if you kiss him back with more teeth than sweetness? he won't complain.

to know that you crave him as badly as he craves you? it sets his heart ablaze.

you always manage to surprise him, teaching the old dog new tricks.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sublime Equine.

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[theminecraftbee]

i thing i appreciate from joe today, on being asked for pronouns, explaining that it's a little bit like asking him for his favorite episode of avatar the last airbender. there are a lot of great options and he just doesn't really feel deeply enough about it to pick, you know?

[determinate-negation]

this is so grotesquely hilarious its like watching a murderer wear someones skin

[inevitablycharmed]

We all live our lives carrying Secrets we cannot disclose.

[sgt-tombstone]

Contrary to popular belief, when Soap joined the 141, he didn't attach himself obnoxious and irrevocably to his glowering lieutenant. There was no baby duckling moment, no imprinting from the sociable sergeant, no following Ghost around like a lost puppy

For his first few weeks on base, he was bright and loud in the way of the new kid on the block trying to make friends however he could, but he gravitated mostly towards Gaz, a man equal to him in rank, passion, and mischievousness. He sought out Ghost with the same enthusiasm that he sought out latrine duty or paperwork; a part of everyday military life that's easier to accept and move on than fight against. He didn't go out of his way to avoid Ghost, but he also didn't actively try to gain his attention either

Contrary to popular belief, it was Ghost who attached himself to Soap, not the other way around

Ghost has always stuck to the shadows, taken advantage of the brightness of others to stay hidden, to fly under the radar until he erupts with deadly force, and no one was brighter than Johnny. When Soap walked into a room, no one had the wherewithal to even think to check for anyone behind him; he stole the attention of everyone he came in contact with. He was a blaze of energy and charm and excitement, and Ghost shamelessly used it to his advantage, placing himself behind Johnny like he was deploying a decoy flare, knowing that he could rely on the shadow that Soap never failed to cast with his intensity. It wasn't a fear thing, either; Ghost never cowered in Soap's shadow. At worst, he lurked. At best, prowled. He did what he did best, assisted by an oblivious, brilliant sergeant

And when Soap caught on... Price never knew peace again, because Soap turned the glow up tenfold, intentionally creating pockets of shadow for his lieutenant to hide in, the two of them working in tandem until they didn't even have to speak, until they could move around each other with alarming, exceptional ease

Around base, Ghost took advantage of it for fun, or to get out of paperwork, or to avoid social interaction; he could trust his sergeant to distract anyone from anything for long enough that Ghost could slip away entirely unnoticed, with everyone around them none the wiser

In the field, though... They had never been a more deadly duo. There was risk involved, of course, because intentionally drawing attention to yourself in a firefight is less than ideal, but they trusted each other implicitly. Whenever Soap kicked up dust, Ghost took cover in it, hiding in plain sight, secure in the knowledge that the combination of Soap's diversion and his own trigger finger kept them completely safe. No one ever saw Ghost, not when they were too caught up in the pandemonium that was Johnny MacTavish, and then it was too late, because Ghost had already taken them out

And when Soap turned that wildness on Ghost himself, well... Simon could admit that he used his sergeant's influence to his advantage, but he'd never claim to be entirely immune to it himself...

[abstractfrog]

THE GLORIA SCOTT - part 2, and a follow up to my comic for the first half of this scene! thanks sm to @crashingmeteorz for allowing me to source validation for my whimsical cosmic approach to this moment <3