#plz look at my baby

[iceical]

So this is my head empty water spirit Sybil, in a decadent gown made from only the finest trash~ Never treasures.

Its just a dress design I made not too long ago for a drawing prompt from a cool friend. It comes in two flavors! Formal and filthy! I thought it looked better dirty ngl.

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[0xochitlsketches0]

As the poets say, You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round~ ✨

[yoroshiu]

Riku glances over at Sora and Kairi as he continues to build the raft, an uncertainty building in his throat. They were a group of three. So why did he feel out of the loop from those conversations? He calls them out, telling them to come over to help him, effectively ending whatever discussion they were having. He reassures himself that it isn't important.

Riku feels his heart thrum against his chest as he watches Sora banter with that duck and dog companion easily, as if they were always friends. Riku feels like an outsider. Replaced. What about Kairi? What about him? Maleficent tells him that Sora has replaced him. Sora has abandoned Kairi. Abadoned him. Riku turns away in frustration, hoping to turn it into an apathetic fire.

Riku sees Sora and Kairi after a long year of hiding and covers his face, puts up his hood, and runs. He cannot bear to join them because how could he? The shame eats away at him. It overcomes his desire to squeeze himself in their space. To take in their warmth and bask in it.

Kairi easily befriends two boys named Sora and Riku, but she cannot help but feel like she had stepped in between something pre-established, a norm. She watches them play with swords and bring up a joke only they know. Even though they always try their best to make her feel involved—a trio, not a duo and a plus one—she can't entirely destroy the unease in her gut.

Kairi feels a sense of distance. Those two keep on running on ahead without her, telling her to wait, to stay put. She doesn't want to do that anymore. She misses Sora's brown hair—something that had only (finally) become clear in her mind just recently. She misses Riku's smug and reliable grin. Why do they keep moving forward while she has to stay behind?

Kairi has finally gained the means to be of help, to finally fight by their sides. But Sora and Riku like slipping through her fingers like water droplets from the sink. Sora does that same smile that's supposed to bring a sense of joy, but it only fills her with grief. Riku uses that worried tone that's supposed to be endearing, but it only makes her feel resigned. How much longer?

Sora thinks of himself as less than cool when it comes to his best friends, Riku and Kairi. He's always felt that way. Riku—strong, cool, apparently the Keyblade's Chosen One. Kairi—kind, determined, apparently a Princess of Heart. He's apparently proven himself, but he still feels smaller than them.

Sora finds a vague sensation of desparation that gives him déjà vu as Riku and Kairi keep disappearing on him. One lead shifts into the disappearance of the other. He's made to ask, kneel and beg for any clues. He feels that he's always chasing. They keep being just out of reach.

Sora is at the end of his wits. Despite the clear sky and sea, he's only a torrent of loss and failure. A missed hand, a last stand—it fills him with a sorrow so heavy that he feels a familiar weight on his heart. He brushes it off because he can't be destroyed by it again. Sora brushes his pants and stands up because things are really hopeless without them. Riku and Kairi had called him strong, but he thinks that they're much stronger. They're the key to ending this once and for all.

[fairycosmos]

Hiiiii honey❣️❣️❣️ hope you’re having a great day 💋💋💋 here’s me with my baby Gracie 🥰🥰🥰

[megaawkwardhuman]

I know they're gonna prob be a one off thing but fuck it

I wanna see the little memo frogs bug the shit out of nandor next episode

like I want them to float around nandor maybe croak his name or something

then he tries to ask guillermo to help get rid of them but for whatever reason he's busy so slowly nandor befriends the frogs like he did mathew

and he names them all mini guillermo 1 2 and 3 or something

and later during an argument he tells guillermo "well these frogs that weirdly kinda look like you make better familiars than you >:[" or something like that and retreats to his room with his little floating guillermo frog army

then later once all of the angst is over and if the frogs are still around I want them to become nandor and guillermo's frog children

[biioniic-biiohazard]

btw guys idk if i ever showed him when he came in the mail but this is my furby, goober! hes a gen 2 furby baby ^^

[soloavengers]

Syl & Winnie’s last night -

This should be a fanfic but I want it out of my head asap without making it a WIP that might rot and grow too long so have some fresh short unedited pain written at 6am.

A full Seafloor Shrine got a tavern somehow, was not easy to do when suppliers can’t do their thing, but the bartenders put all their existing products together and reached a deal. A temporary thing such as they hoped the life in the shrine would be. Many people rejoiced the semblance of the addition brought.

Fearfully procrastinating the last beam once he was done helping around, Syl was happy to accept Lamond’a invitation for a drink. They both changed out of their armor - unfortunately he got into a little fight before Lamond could arrive.

Winnie thought something like this might happen. Syl had been on edge since their reunion, if he wasn’t faking a smile he was wide eyed and tense, weary and off his game during fights. She doubted he slept whenever she managed to. He considered her new armor and weapon before his own. Winnie worried about him as much as he worried for the sake of the world, but unlike Syl, concern made her fight her hardest. Secretly she was mad at herself for knowing better how to fight than how to console him these days, secretly she felt heartbroken that he never spoke, for in their journey it became easy for him to speak his feelings to her.

Winnie felt like she was waiting for a dam to break, so she was ready when it finally began to. Dragging him away quietly as he continued shouting insults, she wasn’t sure what it was about, some Battahli man might have uttered something about her under his breath. She could guess what it was he said, she so hated that this was the final straw.

She kept walking, into the ruins up some stairs, at some point Syl pushed her away and began walking at a bit of a distance. Something petulant in his attitude still, she cannot help her fondness battling her concern.

“Lamond’s probably wondering-“

“We’ll go back there, and you’ll maybe apologize to that man, then have a good time.”

He wrapped his around his chest and glared, “I’m not apologizing. Pawns shouldn’t be talked about that way after all your help.”

Winnie shrugged, “I care not what they say. we don’t fight for praise, I do it for you.”

He stopped, glanced at the loyal pawn. Her face showed not a single touch of doubt in those words. Syl looked at the beam which pierced the red cloudy skies and then down at the water damaged stone.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Not to me at least.”

“Yes I do. And I’m sorry,” his voice shook, Winnie’s own heart trembled and she stepped to stand next to him. “I’m sorry you have to be with me.”

She blinked, frowning as she looked at him. Tears were soon streaming down his cheeks and — while this was a moment she had been expecting— it was not like this. Not with that nonsensical apology.

“What?” Winnie asked with harsh confusion.

As soon as her hand touched his shoulder he folded down, crouched on the ground with head buried in his arms. She knelt beside him.

“Master…”

“I don’t know what I’ve done!”

“Nothing,” She said softly, suddenly it felt as if it was the first time she’d seen a human distraught. Her heart was in her throat and she didn’t want to hear anymore from him. Dreading the sobs to come, but accepting whatever tears may fall on her shoulder.

Syl shook his head, his reddened eyes looking at her. he sniffled. “No, it must’ve been something. Nothing so cruel should be without reason.”

Spoken so softly, so mournfully, somehow only she could’ve understood his words.

“I’m sorry.” As Winnie wrapped her arms around him, his wept on her cloak.

“Stop saying that.”

He said nothing as he cried, she felt pleased with herself for having brought him somewhere with no one to see him like this. It wasn’t that she thought it shameful, but she knew what it would make some feel. Would seeing the Arisen like this make anyone’s heart ache as much as hers did?

“I wished this an illusion. Some sick humor,” he sniffled. “What is left to do now? What will be of our world — why did you have to be here?”

“I-“ She always knew what to say, what to do. Winnie prided herself in knowing humans well, in understanding him most of all. But at that moment she felt so painfully clueless as her own tears fell on him.

“What will become of you? Why did you have to be dragged down with me?” It felt no longer like sad ramblings, she needed to say something. Even if it wouldn’t ease his pain.

“You wanted me.”

His cries against Winnie shook her, a fist clinched her cloak, she rubbed a hand up and down his other arm.

“I don’t want you anymore,” the words shook with sobs, so he repeated them over and over til the crying won out, and all he could do was wail his misery away in her arms.

Winnie understood what he meant, she understood it perfectly and thought he might try and wish that upon a thousand stars and yet nothing will make it true. He’d never mean it, so nothing can take her away from him. Nothing can take him away from her. Not even the end of the word, so long as she lives, not a single thing could dare. No matter the curve their journey took, memories and their bond could make her brave anything, Winnie wished he could find strength in that as well. Ever he was lead by good intentions, she had enough hope for the both of them.

She told him as much, she softly spoke until he calmed.

[usertoxicyaoi]

“I didn’t expect to be in his list (of the 3 2 people Sung Ho has feelings for). Because, he never called me. No signal or date. He seemed completely uninterested in choosing me. But, of course, I’m happy.” HIS MAN 2 (2023). Jun Sung + Sung Ho in Episode 5.

[bunnihearted]

i dont know how why or when it happened but i dont like that i get so much activity on my blog :( i made this blog to vent, and now bc more ppl see it, it means more ppl report my posts and i cant post abt sh or mental illness without being scared my blog's gonna get nuked... like im a freak in a mental hospital why do normies have to perceive me and then get all uppity abt what i post abt and then report me like go awayyyyy leave me aloneeeee :(( it annoys me so much but sadly when that point is reached u cant revert it. ppl are just gonna see my posts and report it and it makes me so angryyyyyy like why are u even online if u are incapable of curating your own space (without forcefully removing someone else's safe space) and just learning how to ignore ppl........ like fuck off and leave ppl alone

[starfiresky]

Yozora

[ghost-spark-odyssey]

Some WIP images for my story called Transformers Epidemic.

In order:

-Mortilus, goddess of Death and Destruction. Huge, imposing, but gentle and compassionate.

-My oc GhostSpark, no color scheme ideas for him yet. His alt mode is a jet of some kind (may or may not do away with the visor)

-Marissa Faireborn, leader of a group of freedom fighters on a post apocalyptic Earth.

[princesheepish]

You WILL look at my new pet mice (unless you have the mice tagged block due to phobias in which case have a nice day)

Names under the cut!

Truffle : black mouse

Pudding: black mouse with a little white

Dango: white mouse with a little black

Churro: brown mouse

[yongjae37]

Ramu playing with GenDice chibis

[1800-needs-help]

That episode of house where him and chase tell the story of some case they had and chase is being sued...and house just looks at the camera at one point. It scared the absolute fuck outta me. I don't know if he ever does look at the camera again but I think he should just for fun. Not even for plot reasons, just bc he feels silly goofy yknow

[potential-fate]

Callum tapped his shin with his foot, and Abe looked up at him. His boyfriend flashed him a subtle smile, as if to thank him for coming, or to say ‘See, it’s not so bad, right?’. Abe wasn’t sure which. 

In any case, Abe smiled softly back, not willing to break the easy vibe they’d fallen into in the ratty living room they were currently hanging out in.