#really inappropriate to post

[miscommunicationtree]

foaming at the mouth

things i can't be normal about:

[sketchy-tour]

HELLO HI HELLO I AM!!! RECOVERING CURRENTLY!!!!

So I haven't posted in a small moment and planned to get myself going again soon but right now I am recovering from an accident (I won't get into the nitty gritty) that has left me quite shaken. FIRST OFF I AM OKAY! Minor injuries so nothing alarming I am physically fine besides being sore for a bit and some scrapes and bruises that are still healing, including my arms which is making drawing a bit difficult. I'm slowly getting better but cant really draw for long periods and honestly I might not draw much for a bit till I feel better both physically and mentally. its the mentally part that might take some time. But I'm resting, rest assured!

ANYWAY this is more just an update cause I know i've been a lil absent. ESPECIALLY after this accident. I'm not abandoning the blog by any means, def still check on tumblr but couldn't seem to muster the energy to interact with much at the moment as my brain is a little rattled up.

I hope yall are all okay! I hope your days are bright and yall are taking care of yourselves!

I promise I'm doing what I can to take care of me!

[isagrimorie]

Parallels - Emily and Rossi conspiring

Criminal Minds 12x21 - Green Light | Criminal Minds Evolution 17x05 - Conspiracy vs Theory

[nevvn]

🍴😋

[six-tooth]

well... finding out that an artist who I admired immensely and had a huge impact in my art during my developing years as a young teenager has been called out for grooming children is heartbreaking to say the least

I stopped keeping up with his content as often and moved on from his fanbase a looong time ago, but I always kept thinking fondly of him due to how much his work meant to me at one point and the good experiences I had around people who also loved him and his art

when I was 12, about to turn 13, I was in one of the servers he made called "Mystery's Stomach". The memories are a little foggy, but as the document mentioned,, there were 18+ channels with no restrictions, so minors were constantly being exposed to nsfw, and in some cases even encouraged to create said content themselves

through these channels I was exposed to a lot of content that seriously affected me and still does to this day, and I should've realized how messed up that was, but I guess nostalgia and denial played a part in me not wanting to recognize all the red flags sooner

I truly wish the best to the people who were direct victims of him, and I hope he seeks the proper help he needs and leaves the internet for a long time, or even forever

[barufisher]

also it is really funny even with the chantry basically removed from the game it still gets handled with more care and respect than any of the other religions, the fact that you get so many options to comfort the andrastians when it's revealed their maker may not be real, and you can even pray at the temple later with the viper after minrathous is attacked... every character is just assumed andrastian, and if they're not it's always used against them in some way (dalish elves are repeatedly punished in these games simply for being dalish and are depicted as being foolish for wanting to connect with their gods and culture instead of assimilating and "moving on from the past") it's always amused me in that way even when trying to be critical of the chantry, the writers still manage to always grant it and the andrastians so much grace because of their real world bias (white + culturally christian) and the obvious real world inspiration for andrastianism. even with it's absence in veilguard it's still There in more subtle and even insidious ways given that all blame is placed on the evanuris instead.

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 15

content warnings: comfort if you squint, though whumpee wouldn't know, non-human whumpee, mentions of discrimination of non-human whumpee, royalty whump, conditioning mentions

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I ate the second crepe in silence. Dubhe scrolled on his phone.

As was his right. As was anyone’s right. I would not let myself forget that just because it had been hours since I’d been in the presence of royalty. Just because at this time of day, I was already supposed to have taken the queen’s breakfast to her and cleaned her room and cleaned the princes’ room and gotten started on the bathrooms. Just because I hadn’t done any of that.

It was fine. I was fine. Taking precedence over those responsibilities was the responsibility of doing what I was told. That was what my last royal command had been. Do what they tell you. And that’s what I was doing as I followed Dubhe back up staircases to a big room. His, maybe, if he’d made himself the king, because it was so big. Bigger than the queen’s, with a four poster bed and blue and white wallpaper.

“I don’t know if there’s any soap or anything in the bathroom,” Dubhe said. “I would’ve had a room actually prepared if I’d known you were coming, sorry. Should work for now though, if it’s okay with you.”

“Of course, sir. I don’t need any specific soap. I can use whatever cleaning supplies are available. Are there… more specific instructions as to what I’m cleaning?”

“What?” he asked, blinking at me. “I- no. No. I’m not asking you to clean. This is where you’re staying until we figure out how to go about more permanent arrangements.”

“Where… I’m staying, sir?” I repeated faintly. Had there been no open servants’ quarters? This was overkill, even from someone who’d had breakfast made for me. Especially from someone who’d had breakfast made for me. How many favors was he planning on doing for me? I was a servant, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t deserve all of this, and I couldn’t dream of paying it back. I couldn’t pay back any of the favors he was giving me. Didn’t he know that?

Dubhe's eyebrows pulled together. “Is it okay? I can find a different room if there’s something wrong.”

“No, sir. Nothing’s wrong. My apologies; I did not mean to question you or misinterpret your orders.”

He stared at my face, trying to figure something out, but gave up after a few moments. “Okay. Well. If the room is okay, I figured maybe you could try to get some rest? I know you probably didn’t have a lot of opportunities for that last night. If you’re tired, you can sleep. I’ll tell someone to bring you clean clothes, and soap and stuff if you want to shower.”

“You want me to… sleep, sir?”

“Do you not want to? You don’t have to.”

I wrung my hands together, nonplussed. “I just don’t… I don’t have my collar, sir.”

“Your… collar?”

“My shock collar. Sir. His Highness Prince Ryan took it off last night after my punishment, to make sure that my neck wasn’t hurt, and he didn’t ever put it back on. As is his right, of course.”

“Of course,” he repeated dryly. “What about your collar is relevant right now, bud?”

“I don’t sleep without it, sir.”

“Jesus. Okay. Why don’t you sleep without a shock collar?”

“That’s what wakes me up in the mornings, sir. It keeps me on task. There are very few things that I am permitted to do without it.”

“They- they shock you awake? Every morning?”

“Not every morning, sir. Shock collars are meant for dogs, actually, and they don’t always shock dogs. Oftentimes it just vibrates very quickly. It- it can simulate a small shock.”

He took a slow, deep breath. “So they simulated shocking you awake every morning?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay.” He sat down on the bed, patting it next to him. I sat down obediently, and he winced. “Sit… sit on the bed with me, bud. Not the floor.”

I stared up at him from my knees. “I can't be on that bed, sir. My wings will rip the pillows.”

“Will they really?”

I frowned. I didn't know they would rip the pillows. I knew they could. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be on most furniture for that reason, especially when I was unconscious. I could control my wings just fine when I was awake, but not if I did what he asked of me and slept.

He tilted his head when I hesitated. “Do you mind if I touch them?”

“Of course, sir.”

He was gentle as he ran his fingers across the bone that protruded from the top of my wing, like he was petting a cat. I hadn’t ever seen that part of a wing on a real bat before, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t really supposed to be a weapon. “It’s honestly not that sharp,” Dubhe said. “I’m not particularly worried. Do you not, uh, sleep on a bed if you’re so worried about this?”

“I’m supposed to wear caps on them, sir. They’re made out of silicone, to make sure I don’t cause problems while I sleep.”

“Yeah, I don’t care if you cause problems. At the moment, my main concern is your lack of sleep, not the bed, which is easily mendable or replaceable. Come on, on the bed.”

Even as he ordered me around, orders that I certainly wouldn’t normally get, his voice was so soft. Even after I’d misinterpreted a million things. Even after I’d disobeyed his order the first time he’d said it.

He looked down at me, his expression patient despite my hesitation.

“C’mon, bud.” He leaned down to grab one of my hands, tugging it gently. “I don’t bite. Up on the bed.”

I followed the direction. Physical direction was impossible to resist. Even if the back of my mind was screaming at me that I was a traitor, he was pulling on my hand, and so I followed. All I was ever trained to do was listen to what I was told.

“I know that this is strange for you,” he said as I sat down next to him. The bed was the softest thing I thought I’d ever felt. “I- I have met Ryan a few times before, and he was cruel to me too. It took me weeks to feel like myself again, and I’m sure that it was nothing compared to what you’ve gone through. I know this is weird, and it’s probably going to be weird for a while. But things usually feel more manageable after getting sleep.”

Addressing the prince by his first name was treason. Picking apart the prince’s worst qualities wasn’t any better. But I was supposed to behave. “I… am not supposed to sleep without my collar, sir, let alone in the middle of the day when there is work to be done.”

“But I don’t want you to do work, bud. I want you to rest.”

I smiled weakly. “All due respect, sir, but you are not the person that I am even supposed to do work for.”

“God, don’t I know it,” he sighed, but he looked at me and smiled too. Teasing, maybe. “Humor me. Please. Lay down for a bit.”

He stood up and turned off the lights. My eyes followed him around the room. He came back to the bed after, nudged my shoulder, encouraged me to lay down. Gentle, still, even after I’d ignored another order.

“Just do your best to get some rest, okay?” he said softly, pulling my blankets up to my chin. “In about an hour I’m going to send a servant up here with some food, clean clothes, all that jazz. They won’t wake you up if you’re sleeping, just drop stuff off and leave. And I’ll come get you for dinner, okay? You’re going to be fine, Onyx. Just rest for now.”

It was odd to hear him talk about ordering servants around and assigning them tasks when he had done so little of that to me. Did he think me incompetent? Had I done something badly enough for him to think that? Had I answered something wrong when Blue had asked me questions? Or, more likely, had he already gotten fed up with me having ignored his orders for the past ten minutes? I knew how to be good, I did know, I just- wasn’t being good, for some reason.

But when Dubhe ran his hands through my hair, my eyes began to close anyway. Maybe I was incompetent. Maybe I was useless and had no purpose. But I was tired. I was not supposed to want things, but resting sounded so good.

Dubhe left when my eyes closed and breathing evened out. I was not yet asleep. And despite the fact that he was a traitor, the cool spot on my head where his hand had been left me feeling emptier than I’d ever remembered feeling before.

~

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[wubaii-the-freakazoid]

Stand-Up Comedian? [JJBA: Crack Comic]

[needy-fox-boy-21]

Oh nooooo I hope no pretty t4t tumblr freaks gaze inappropriately at my tummy :3

[kaiserouo]

Wanna make plinx have multiple exo frames so he can fuck himself. Preferrably big titan type frame because oh fuck i really need that

Also wanna make the exo frames have different body types and personalities such that using different bodies feels like switching to a different identity. Literally what we players are doing with our 3 guardians lol

Tbh it would kinda feel like plinx is bumping two plushes together. But they are exo frames. And they are naked. And they are actually commiting to the bit. And plinx can feel them both, top AND bottom. And its basically just masturbating because despite there are two frames having sex its just plinx alone

[riddlesnap]

When I say that Eddie doesn't have a romantic bone in his body, I fucking mean it. He may one of DC's most intelligent villains but when it comes to the matters of love and relationship, he has NO idea what he's doing. His most inherent toxic trait is letting his imagination run away with him, developing unhealthy views of whoever attracted his interest and idealizing that person as somebody completely different from who they actually are. Case in point with this comic as Eddie goes to ridiculous lengths just to gain the affections of who he's interested in only to lose that interest as soon as it turns out it wasn't what he thought it'd be like at all.

[loveletterworm]

^ I think this exact scenario but with different blogs happens to me at least once annually or biannually I don't know the exact frequency

[moeblob]

I'm sorry for the OC brain rot on main....

(the lines are from a post about "tag yourself: awkward/unflirty Sims edition" and honestly? all my OCs are awkward/unflirty so ... yeah...)

[arcade-conspiracy]

Less living, more Dead.

[sigstenenbaum]

Also to clarify, we're watching a soap with multiple POVs. There's different reasons and valid reactions and as people watching a soap, we're going to go thru all the motions and dissect it every which way. It's what makes soaps and what has established soaps as some of the most-loved dramas on TV - the nuances and contexts and misunderstandings. My issue is 100% at the upset that Carla "allowed" a man to "be all over her". She has an established relationship with this man who has no interest in her and she without interest in him. And yes, that's where the nuance and context of the situation comes in (Carla knows something and Lisa doesn't) but ffs use that context and nuance to *not* be annoyed at Carla! Like if she was "kissing a girl to titilate the lad" she fancied (or possibly the reverse in this instance? V. Doubtful but some may argue), that'd be different but that whole situation couldn't've be further from that.

[lazaruspiss]

my sibling is starting to write fic and it's so. like they've been drawing for forever and never seem insecure about art. but writing is still new to them! so the fic isn't working how they want it to. i got to point at their pile of like, 20 something filled full size sketchbooks and go, look, you've made all this art, practiced all this time to be good. and how many things have you written? 3? you keep going! you keep doing it and it will be countless one day!