#pls feel free not to match

[milky-waayy]

I made some matching astarion and gale pfps for me and my partner and figured yall might enjoy thems <3

cat boy sunday fr

no edit alts:

and some camp clothes alts:

licherly me fr :3

[moonchild-in-blue]

favourite crayons moodboard

So, after that post from @sleep-token, I got curious to know what were my favourite crayon colours. I went to the crayola website to check their colours page, and my favourites are: Golden Yellow 🍋 ; Tickle Me Pink 💕 ; Wisteria🪻

of course i had to make a moodboard lmao

[teacupchimera]

y'all I am Vibrating with excitement about this new piece I've just started working on 👀

[userwoodz-archive]

what is he so pretty for. sickening.

[edenfire]

I'm working on a secret project, and I can only choose one🤔💞 I really wanna know which pairing you guys like best!😊💗🌸

[putterphubase]

hi everyone!! i am now going to track #forfive so if you want to tag me in anything - mutuals or anyone!! - that you would like to share with me please feel free!

[faeiapalette]

Kemono-fied Q versions of my fav bois 😌. Art by @xinmoni on twitter! This are my personal commissions, so please do not repost nor claim it as yours! Saving is okay.

[yoharrysaidshe]

Just had a wild ass dream that Mike Faist was in an art house musical (porn) film circa 1920s and the final dance number turned into a threesome between him and two other men(?) (the other one seemed like a very gender nonconforming drag performer and it's what drew in Mike's character and the gnc character clocked his tea bad that he wasn't as straight as he was trying to come off as lmao) and it ended up with mike showing his hairy hole to the camera and me rewinding it multiple times to review said hole in dream wow c'est la vie

[safaksoy]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: Pie Numbers for 'za 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: closed for @just-foster

In the time that she had known Matthew Foster, she had only known him to be kind and brotherly. As a younger college student navigating the college town of Philadelphia by her lonesome, Safiye was often met with the ridicule of her peers. She had developed a propensity for muting the unwelcome criticism and name-calling. But it was on one particular evening, just past midnight, when another student—whilst completely inebriated—had cornered her on her path home that she met Foster for the first time. He had stepped up to the plate to defend a stranger, even kindly offering to walk her the rest of the way home. Perhaps subconsciously, she began regularly walking the path in which she knew she might encounter Foster. It had never been a school girl crush more than it was her seeking security and safety. In turn, she extended her medical services and she found herself administering first aid and suturing his wounds on a number of occasions.

Despite that Philly had been an unkind place for a single young woman like herself, she had endured much of it through a friendship with Foster. "I gotta say–" Safiye began snidely, grinning across at her dining companion, as she inhaled another garlic knot, "Didn't think you'd find your soulmate before I did. I'm quite proud of you." Though it could have been taken in jest, Safiye was being plainly honest in that moment. The way he spoke about Phoebe, maybe even sung praises about her, was unlike any previous casual mention of a girl. (Or his previous wife.) As far as Safiye could tell, Phoebe was a much better match for him than anyone else he had ever crossed paths with. "But when will it be my turn?" she grumbled, the way Disney stepsister villains might have. Her love life had been in a state of kinda, sorta, and maybe since the day she had met James Bennett. Will they, won't they? Their story hadn't played out quite as easily or naturally as Foster and Phoebe seemed to, and she found herself confused at times more than anything.

[g1bsongirl]

𖤐⋆.˚  STATUS  ... open .ᐟ 𖤐⋆.˚  LOCATION  ... anywhere outside baybee .ᐟ

what was the saying — music on, world off ? certainly applied to iris. the girl was in a trance, fully encompassed by the ‘smooth’ sounds of 100 gecs frying her eardrums. one notch up and crimson would’ve no doubt dripped from her ears. a grimace contoured her features as soon as her playlist shuffled. who the hell snuck ‘sail’ by awolnation into her rotation ? before she could even hit next, the wheels of her rollerskates swept up from beneath her. blunt force caused her body to stumble back. looked like something out of a cartoon, had it been, a giant text would’ve appeared in a decorative bubble … ‘ boing ! ’ headphones lay beside her, the obnoxious beat blaring. perhaps the song was a warning sign ? should’ve listened. instead, she accepted defeat, laid there and took a gander at the sky. “ s’nice day — huh ? ” head tilted as she squinted, trying to catch a better glimpse without mutilating her pupils. “ is it just me or does that cloud look like billy the puppet ? ” wasn’t her first time falling and it certainly wouldn’t be her last. “ y’think you could spare me a hand ? ” she extended an arm out, fingers splayed, and offered a lax grin.

[yummy-egg]

Feelin all the love in the world for these silly guys n had to express it somehow 😚😚😚💕💗💓💖💘🫀

✿ I ship them w each other but also my S/I 999 (he/him, he is a trans man like me :3) as a poly couple 🐺🐰🐱

[way-too-addicted-to-anime]

Kageyama Tobio serving and doing setter dumps are the hottest parts of the show you cannot change my mind.

[saviorclaimed]

closed for @autobotmedic

Ringing.

That's all he could hear for the first few kliks. Ringing, blinding, just like the sun that was in his optics. There was silence surrounding him now beyond the ringing which creeped with a headache, where once was a cacophony of... something. Voices, a choir, something; sounds which occupied his resting place. Wait. This... this isn't the Well. Charcoal digits felt the ground beneath him, he laid splayed across a metal surface - it was physical. He was used to feeling nothing now. He was used to being nothing. Seeing nothing and everything.

Where was he?

Cautious movements made, he angled his helm to the side; aged and wartorn metal not too far from him, ruins of a ship. It would come to him then, the Nemesis.

It fades in slow, the imagery, the visions, recalls. This place. He's still at the Well of Allsparks, wasn't he flying above it before? His gaze flickered around, the atmosphere and lack of presence not connecting with his memories -- where did they go? He knows they were all here. His team, his family. The anguished atmosphere was missing, along with their frames.

With careful movement, Optimus heaved his frame up to a sitting position, a servo resting on his helm to ease the spinning that followed, but it ebbed gradually alongside the ringing. Optics studied his surroundings; wind casually graced by the nearby structure, creating a soft whistle, but that was all there was in terms of sound. No life, no people. Just... him.

Following methodical movement, he would lift himself to his pedes, unsteady. Not yet used to having weight back.

The Prime's processors spun as he took steps to the Nemesis, hoping to take temporary shelter from his situation. Questions, concerns flooded his mind -- but the foremost thing he wanted, needed to do, was to call someone for assistance, for guidance. He needed to be known he was here.

As the shadow of the fallen warship cast over his glistening fresh frame, he sent a ping out, hoping that lines were still open, and that he could still contact the first on his list. His voice was ragged, static, from lack of use - or perhaps, first use in this case.

« Ratchet. Come in, Ratchet. Can you hear me? »

[re-regeneratedanomaly]

@disneybucks liked for a starter!

She has spent less than a day on this parallel Earth - to be fair she barely spent time on her own version of it - but she got that here some of their universe's fictional superheroes are real, and she suspects that her father may be in some of this universes' comic books instead. Great discovery after that: Spice Girls exist in both worlds. And yes, these Earths seem to be pretty much the same in all other aspects, including the bloody robbery happening right in front of her even though there is still some sunlight left. So she asks the guy at the counter if he has any Spice Girls instead of whoever is playing in his shop now, and Jenny does what she does best: starts beating the crap out of those guys following the notes of wannabe. Without killing them, though. No killing. She's very determined to do good. Until she sees the new masked guy and kicks the last robber down. "Hey! We going to fight too? 'cause..." she moves to the side, fists up in a defensive stance while giving him a good look, "I don't think we are supposed to fight, if you are wearing that... red thingy," she vaguely points at this attire which is hardly robbery-material, and gasps in recognition, because it's red: "I know who you are! You are the-the spider guy!"

[alarakcplan]

starter for: @bowiehawk1ns location: bowie's place

There was truly only one person in this hole in the wall town that Alara would openly admit she owed an explanation to. Only one person she had actually been afraid of not forgiving her for her disappearing act all those years ago. And yet, like the friend Alara truly didn't deserve, Bowie had been there at her father's funeral, no resentment or questions asked. Alara didn't often express how she was feeling, but seeing Bowie there at the church, had brought the first and only tears to her eyes that day.

Now that the funeral was over with, and Alara began to try to pick up the pieces of her life, she knew her best friend deserved the chance to ask all the questions they hadn't had the chance to talk about at the funeral. Alara had kept in contact... somewhat during her time away - she'd added Bowie to her close friends list on IG after all - but the brunette could acknowledge that that wasn't quite enough and it was time to catch each other up.

Knocking on Bowie's front door, a ridiculously expensive bottle of wine in hand, Alara chewed on her bottom lip in a rare show of nerves as she waited for her best friend. When the door finally opened, Alara immediately began speaking. "I know a proper catch up is beyond overdue, so I brought some wine. What do you say we drink our problems away while you catch me up on all the local goss?" Was she making light of the depth to which they needed to catch up? Definitely. But Alara never really was very good at diving in deep.

[maricabrera]

WHO: @noaandreas WHERE: Firefly Brewery

Admittedly, Mari should have been paying attention to which bathroom she was going in to and not staring down at her phone as she caught up on the texts she'd missed in her Nashville friends group chat. However, when she'd accidentally walked into the men's room and opened a stall door only to look up to see, well... that. She must have been repaying some negative karma because her trip to the restroom was forgotten as she stared, shellshocked, for a moment before stammering an unintelligible apology and turning on her heel to practically run out of the bathroom.

Her hurried steps carried her back to the bar as she fell onto the stool next to Noa, slightly out of breath, as she gently clutched the other woman's forearm. "I have no words for what I just saw."

Picking up the half empty glass of beer she'd left with Noa when she went to the bathroom, Mari quickly emptied the glass in a few swift gulps before continuing. "Actually, that's a lie. I have a lot of words. I apparently accidentally walked into the men's room, which- whatever. That's not a big deal. But when I opened the door to a stall there was a man standin' there. Pants and boxers around his ankles. Measuring his dick with the ruler app on his phone." She slapped a hand down onto the bar top to accentuate her words. "Who does that?! And in public! I need hard liquor. I need shots. Maybe some bleach on the rocks for my eyes. I- Noa, I though I had a strong constitution but I think I'm traumatized."