#noodlearms

[awkward-fink]

Waiting for them to come home

Just imagining you are waiting for them to come home, for the love of your life, your hubby, your boyfriend, your best bud and mate to come home again after a mission. And he is way overdue, like, the date he had given you is gone by now, two days, three days over and you wait. You barely leave the house, you have a warm meal ready to be served, a slowcooked meal that you only need to warm up to have ready, the bed is freshly made and clean, the house cleaned (even those pesky corners underneath the table). And you wait.

You fall asleep on the Couch every night, listening for the frontdoor to squeak, or a key to slink into the hole.

You fall asleep as he finally comes home, too exhausted from worrying to wake up.

Price would smile at you, shaking his head as he tries to be silent, footfalls heavy on the carpet as he toes of his boots and sets down his gear, before coming closer to the couch. He would stroke over your hair gently, thumb tracing along your cheek. When you do not wake, he will so very carefully pull you into his arms, blanket and all, and carry you up the stairs into your shared bed. He will take a shower first though before joining you in bed, holding you close through the night.

Ghost, is as silent as his namesake, footsteps making no noise as he closes in on your still form on the couch. He stares at you for minutes, drinking in your sleeping and relaxed form before leaning down to press his forehead to yours for a second, waiting to see if you wake up. But you dont, so he lifts you into his arms and carries you upstairs. Will not take a shower, just wants to be with you, so he lays you on top of his chest, arms crossed over your back as you sleep on, your forehead against his neck. He can feel your heartbeat, your warmth seeping into his bones as he relaxes slowly.

Gaz will gently set down his gear and kneel in front of the couch, observing your sleeping form with tenderness for a few minutes. He will reach out, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you up. 'Darling, wake up. Come on, couch will give you a bad ache in your neck, come on get up'. Is persistent to wake you until you are blinking blearily at him. Will help you up the stairs towards the bedroom and slide underneath the covers with you, as he had already showered at base so he could keep you in his arms right from the start. Will be asleep in minutes with you, curled along your back as a big spoon, his face pressed into your hair.

Soap, is not as silent as he wants as he enters the apartment, gear thunking to the floor as he curses out the corner of the doorframe he always bumps into. Finds you asleep on the couch and doesnt think much about carrying you up the stairs or waking you up. He will simply flop right on top/beside you, cuddling close, kissing your forehead as he shimmies and shifts with you, until you are both wedged over, against and into the couch in a knot of human limbs and cozy blankets. Will be asleep in seconds, snoring softly into your ear. You will both wake up with aching limbs but warm.

[redtoondevils]

I believe, that in Little Nightmares the Janitor. Is that, okay he is an enemy, and he does hunt.

That he is the least aggressive, and bloodthirsty monster. Like, more merciful than that, of the other monsters.

Evidence, he doesn't kill the RK kid, when he got captured. And he may have empathic feelings, when you look at the fireplace in the Hide away, you'll see a lot of scattered dolls, and toy's crafted for children.

Who are depressed, and familiar with playing. It has his presence inside that place.

[funky-sea-cryptid]

there is something so ironic about someone animating bendy to the literal alice song

[admin-red-rocket]

I could totally throw you.

PLUE

That would be me, your ever gracious champion, here to save the day!

[midnightmoonbeams]

stoner drew a loafing tuxedo kitty. *SKA*Spice drew Fuecoco for Team Spicey. NoodleArms drew Kirby and a cake for Team Sweet! AnimeGirl says, "I REALLY want a Callie Fan Title SO MUCH :(" BeeKirby is feeling almost the same, saying, "Please give the "Pearl Fan" title please please please" GSstandard drew some Squidmas-hat wearing squids. Celis drew some Poke Berrys for the (then) upcoming Splatfest.

From December 23rd, 2022

[punkcherries]

I saw you needed drawing ideas

Draw one of your ocs receiving a giant sword or any cool weapon, and their reaction to it

Love your color schemes btw :3

haha noodlearms cant even hold a sord

&thank u !!!! preciate u offering me an idea sarry this isnt in color i jusdt woke up <3 love and light

[bhaalble]

Giving Orroros the soldier background is the funniest/saddest shit I ever did to them. Diversity win this noodlearmed sorceror can only conceive of themself as a living weapon

[therobotmonster]

Centaurworld. I'm long since over modern noodlearm animation, I'd be happy to see budgets expand to the degree it's no longer ubiquitous, but something about Centaurworld's take on it is like visual nails on a chalkboard for me. Sounds like a great show, glad people like it, but it hits me the same way my misophonia does.

I am similarly but not as intensely disinclined to the Klasky Csupo animation style, and to Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy just in general.

Grossout stuff, in general, is not my bag. The boils-and-bruises Garbage Pail Kids aesthetic is one of the 80s things that holds no nostalgia for me. I like the dripping slime aesthetic when it's cartoony and candy-like more than when its chunky and curdled. Madballs is the upper limit of what I find appealing in that space.

Most collector-grade transformers and a lot of collector "toys" in general are like this for me. My thing is toys, and when they stop being playthings they stop appealing to me. "This is a model pretending to be a toy" is my kryptonite.

I'd mention Funko pops but like, that's a cliche, bazinga.

Oh, and I don't know what you'd all it, but there's this British comic aesthetic, used by a lot of old 2000 AD stuff, Judge Dredd, you see it's general look in a lot of Warhammer stuff. Don't know what that's called, don't care for it.

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

[duckies-minsung-fanclub]

Gotta thank my bestie for making the shirt! She's amaze-balls! #FenrirForever for our uncle #noodlearms 🤣💜

[shirozen]

Handmade with noodle arms #abunaday #daily #bunny #doodle #journaling #manual #workout #mixer #noodlearms #一日一兔 #人工搅拌机 #纯手工 https://www.instagram.com/p/CafIRfWJUAF/?utm_medium=tumblr

[kiki-wiccan]

 “Yes, it isn’t a myth. We can enter public spaces; but when it comes to privately owned property--we must be invited in.” 

     As Kiki situated herself, Stanislav remained standing, unsure if he should touch anything. Even though Kiki probably wouldn’t have minded, it was better to avoid being too informal; regardless of their mutual attraction.

       “My home is less colourful; if not more bland than my office.” Stanislav avoided mentioning the possibility of inviting Kiki over, in part due to what his home symbolized: sanctuary. He hadn’t extended an invitation to just anyone, as tempted as he was to bring Kiki home sometime. That would only be so if he could tell her--and tonight, preferably--before things traversed into a territory from which the vampire couldn’t retreat. After taking a moment to consider, he brushed aside the idea of a movie. He rarely watch television, save for the off-hand chance he might listen to the news while responding to emails. “Perhaps your artwork, if you wouldn’t mind. I understand if you want to withhold, but...” Stanislav trailed off, gazing into her eyes. I want to see into your mind. I want to understand you, Kiki.

    Those were the words that he hesitated to say, words he couldn’t bring himself too. How helpless it felt, understanding how important the wiccan had become. As if she were something precious, something of which Stanislav could admire forever. She was nothing like the momentary infatuations he’d reserved towards various men and women in his lifetime--this was the closest thing he had come to experiencing what he assumed to be love.

          I think I’m starting to understand what JJ meant.

            Stanislav gazed upon Kiki’s face, awaiting her response.

“More bland than your office? Looks like we should get some plants for your house as well....which means you should stop by the shop again” an innocent smile gracing her features, slipping in another excuse for him to visit her at work.

At the request of seeing her artwork she was quick to answer. “Yeah of..” she paused as her brows furrowed. She hadn’t touched the box with her old artwork since she moved. She knew what travesties laid within but she also had art she was fond of. “Yeah I’ve been needing to go through my old art anyway, clear some of it out. I’ll go get it!” With that she twirled and ran off to her room the grab the box. It was hidden within her closet and she struggled pulling it out. “Noodle arms...” muttering to herself but she was determined to do it herself. She ended up not being able to carry it so instead she reached down and pushed it into the living room. Plopping onto the floor and huffing softly as she glared at the box that she had to push. She was a bit nervous showing Stan her vent artwork that laid within the box along with other things but, she trusted him.

[life-is-no-sugarlicking]

Are you sure, guys?

[sketchdamn]

Sundae sal wavy arms

[gnzma]

"Ya kick things with your legs not with your arms, noodlearms!"

It takes him a moment to realize how fucking stupid this discussion is. In another moment he would've masked that silly comment as a joke, but right now he's kind of too busy focusing on the fact that John blew up his goddamn door. Come on man he just fixed it--!

"..."

...still. He just. Sits on his bed, avoiding eye contact. Too weak to talk back, to kick him out (again, quite literally speaking), to pretend it's nothing.

"...it's my, uhm-"

He never knows how to call Lusamine. Ex doesn't sound right. Former boss doesn't sound right either. She was both and neither of those.

"...somebody I used to know. Some years ago."

...eh, we'll work with it.

"Got a surprise visit. I don't really--" I don't like her that much? I'm scared of her? "...she's not someone I really enjoy meeting. That's all."

john's nonchalante's attitude as he enters the room, softly kicking a shard of wood away and putting his hands on the hips, is a sharp contrast with guzma's jumping on his bed and being right at attention.

fucking finally. a reaction. and he just needed to blow a hole in the fucking door.

« kick it down? » he replies, spelling every word with a pitch of annoyance and sarcasm. « you always tell me about my noodle arms, and you expected me to kick it down? i could have if i brought the entire army of kids with me. »

there, he stops for a moment, his eyes staring right in guzma's. they're so red and weary, they hurt to see - they remind him too much of his own, during the sleepless nights in the hospital, where every noise would make him jump in fright and rush to the bathroom, when he had the strength to do so. he knows they're red for a different reason. but he also knows how much they might hurt guzma first. he believes to know him enough to understand that locking himself in his room was the only way the skull's leader found to not feel weak in front of his beloved numbskulls.

« ... but i don't think you would have wanted that. » he concludes in a murmur.

he doesn't really wait for a sign of guzma he can get closer. he will stop if the other will ask him to, else he walks near him, and sits beside him. not touching him, he still doesn't dare, unsure of how much a physical contact might be helpful or not in a moment like this.

« what is it, guz? » he asks him in a whisper, a little question which answer will remain only between them, if he so desires. « i will leave you alone if you don't want me here, but please... at least tell me what is it. i can't stand staying out there doing nothing anymore. »

[stenyer-02]

𝕻𝖆𝖟 𝖞 𝖆𝖒𝖔 #noodlearms (at In Your Dreams ;)) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVJ6AZ8sanU/?utm_medium=tumblr

[joashbrittoart-blog]

Can't feel my arms...but atleast it'll be worth it... eventually...right??😓😓 #doodle #4 #armday #gains #dead #calisthenics #workout #summer #noodlearms #newtothis #artistsoninstagram #photoshop