#shush what

[scarlct-vvitch]

in honor of ace week id like to shoutout every asexual who first thought they were bi/pan because they looked at all the genders and felt no difference and zero is equal to zero so they said "huh. must be bisexual" and then shoved their sexuality back under the rug for 3-5 years

[greelin]

it’s body “horror” to YOU. to me it is delightful. romance

[qrowpilled]

after like 6 years of being king shit in botw playing totk makes me feel like a newborn baby and a loser. i got one shot by a bokoblin. i can't afford pants. everything is so scary because i don't know what anything is.

[clusterbuck]

honestly people who criticise heartstopper for being ~sexless~ are so boring

like aside from the fact that they’re 15/16 and it’s completely fine to take a while to work up towards having sex at that age (or any age! or to never have it!)

look at the incredible diversity of experiences that’s being portrayed, including ones that are very rarely seen — a trans main character whose main arc isn’t about being trans. an aroace character. a boy with an eating disorder, usually a heavily female-coded thing in media.

all of this and so much more, portrayed incredibly compassionately and respectfully, and you’re gonna complain that the children on your screen aren’t fucking? BORING

[yabakuboi]

thinking about oldman yaoi steddie like—

trucker eddie picks up drifter steve at a pit stop some where in the middle of cornfield ohio. they've both had pretty rough lives, but eddie's a softy and when a pretty guy (despite his ragged appearance) flashes him a smile and says "hey handsome, got room for one more?" eddie lets him up in the passenger seat

a hundred miles later, eddie loses him and the last $10 out of his wallet, but that's okay. to be expected really and steve was pleasant company for a while. he doesn't think he'll ever see steve again.

except that he does, nearly half a year later, and eddie recognizes steve where he's sitting outside a truck stop in new mexico. steve obviously recognizes him too by the way he's carefully not looking at eddie. still, eddie buys two sandwiches and drops one in steve's lap before he heads over to the well-graffied picnic table outside the gas station. it takes a moment, but steve follows, sits across from him.

"i don't want any trouble," he says, warily placing his sandwich in the middle of the table, like an offering if eddie wants to take it back.

"no trouble to be had," eddie tells him, and slides it right back.

they eat in silence after that, and when steve's done, eddie asks if he needs a ride anywhere.

he drops steve off near atlanta this time, sighing when steve refuses to take any money but leaving him with a number to Eddie's trailer if he ever needs it. eddie doesn't take much time off, so he's rarely there, but steve takes the little paper from eddie almost reverently all the same. if he calls, he never leaves a message, and he never calls when eddie's home.

so they don't see each other for maybe a year this time, until one day eddie's passing through tennessee and the roads are wet and icy and there's steve again outside another truck stop. he looks at eddie with wide eyes, like a man that hasn't seen a lot of luck in his life and whispers, "i never thought i'd see you again."

and eddie asks "it's almost christmas time. you might as well come on home with me."

"i don't want to cause trouble with your family."

"no family to trouble," eddie tells him seriously.

so he brings steve home, and they eat frozen pizza for christmas dinner and drink cheap beer for new years. eddie gets called out on the road again, but he leaves steve at home. he calls the first night and steve's still there. and the next night, and the next. and when he's next in hawkins, steve is waiting for him on the porch and eddie thinks he must be mirroring eddie's shock, the two of them surprised that steve's still there.

steve's still there though, 5 years, 10 years, 20 years later, long after eddie's retired from trucking. they got a little RV now and a dog and they roam far and wide, but always together

[flonion]

Happy 8th Anniversary Splatoon!!!!!!

[bluebellowl]

Made this shortly after watching Puss in Boots

OBSERVE: a good boi

….. oh yeah! Now I remember! I made this because I looked up the name Ingo and it’s very old Germanic for wolf

I know so many people with that name, and now I have to suppress a grin every time one of them gets mentioned

[mllenugget]

I felt like making up "angwy uwu" designs for Phil and Bad cuz yknow the whole angel demon thing, with no real intent to create context for them, but by the time I finished them we had the Election Diner code incident and the kidnapping of Dapper which made me go [blinking white guy meme]

I gotta give huge props to OngakuK for giving me inspo on some aspects 'Cause designing godlike figures with tons of ornements and symbolism is her shit, so I sent her my first drafts and asked for feedback and she gave me really cool ideas

And here's some bonus mid-shapeshifting doodles

My og designs for them are much tamer : Phil has got far less pairs of wings and 20 eyes less & Bad has got far less teeth and one single lower jaw

[evevoli]

[ren-054]

Tiny AIW Excerpt…

(This doesn’t guarantee a bigger story in the future, have mercy on me pls /lh)

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

(prologue thing?)

They took away everything I had left to hold onto. Everything but them, at least. It almost felt freeing, a relief, in a strange way.

The scent of flowers was thick and sweet to my senses. My thoughts slowly blur together as I drowned in the heavy aroma.

No longer did I have to uphold myself as a person. In this land, responsibility was merely a word. A silly word, at that. I was being offered the chance to be freed from the pressure of my former life on a silver platter by the people who have unfailingly proved their devotion to me again and again. Who would I be to deny them?

Gentle hands of cool metal joints and warm motors take my own of flesh. There is an unspoken promise in our grasps.

Out there, there wasn’t anything waiting for me. Really, I had submitted to my fate long before I came here. Before I met them.

I would miss the surface.. My friends.. My brother..

If I just stayed right where I was, surely I’d be happy. He said so. They both did. And I believe them, as much as they believe in me that I’ll stay. I have nowhere to run, therefore I’d never think to walk.

Here, I’ll be safe. Here, I’ll be happy.

• • • • •

(Main excerpt)

“Sugarcube!~ It’s time for tea!”

I shift as a voice rouses me awake and I groan in protest. I felt so warm… I didn’t want to get up… Get up…

Get up from where?

Eyes snapping open, I sit up, finding myself on a grass and wool-stuffed mattress. A warm blanket made of soft fibers had been wrapped around my body, shrugged off when I began to scan my surroundings.

The room was dimly lit and the air was crisp, making me imagine the walls were made of stone or perhaps bricks. Unfortunately my vision wasn’t the best without my glasses. Candles were lit about the room. There were no windows, but there was a lone door on the far wall. Was I underground?

“There’s my little sunshine!” The same voice from before warbled, followed by the clinking of porcelain. “Come! Come! Before your tea gets cold!”

With bleary vision, I turn toward the voice. At a small wooden table set in the middle of the room sat a familiarly flamboyant red-clad figure with their knees up to their chest as they tried to sit in one of the child-sized chairs. I began shuffling off the bed, brushing myself off.

“M-Mister Hatter?” I mumbled as I walked over. “Wher—“

The Hatter tutted at me before I could finish, placing a delicate finger up to my lips. “Dearest little dewdrop, I told you, you can just call me Sun!”

“Uh, Sun?” I eyed the liquid the bot was pouring into the cups. Yellow flower petals and flecks of green herbs floated prettily along the surface of the unknown brew.

“Hmmm?” Hatter hummed, the swirls in his eyes seeming to glow with warmth at the sound of his name.

“Where am I? I didn’t fall down another hole again, did I?” I rubbed at my eyes. “And have you seen my glasses anywhere?”

“Oh! Those are right here!” Dodging my first question, the Hatter pointed at the other side of the table which sat the other teacup along with the distinct sheen of my lenses against the candlelight. “Come on! Have a sit with this lonely hatter!”

“Ah, right.” I nodded before taking my seat across from the bot, putting my glasses back on once I sat. Ah, vision at last.

The first thing I realized was the room was dingy, dustier than I expected. Before I could really notice any other finer details, Sun piped up once again.

“Very good, my dear,” he praised with a light laugh that made me nearly blush. “Now then, where you are. That’s a simple one!”

I leaned in with anticipation. With a relaxed—almost smug—gaze, the Hatter answered.

“I brought you home.”

[bamsara]

The urge to talk about symbolism in trod however I cannot do it unless I am asked specifically about the scenes that have them

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

I heard Eclipse was in dire need of cuddles, so of course I came to aid. I don't know why he needs it, but I will go and find out right now-

Oh boy oh boy chapter 9 here I come!!

Eclipse's design is based off of @themeeplord fantastic design and both of these characters comes from @naffeclipse awesome fic; Apex Polarity!

[valiantstarlights]

[clusterbuck]

oh, is it true

7x05 coda

Marisol hovers for a moment, awkward, then takes a step back. “So… I’m going to go home,” she says. “If we’re starting from the beginning…”

“Right,” Eddie says. “A little early for a sleepover.” 

“I guess I’ll come back tomorrow and, uh—” she gestures at the boxes. “Probably shouldn’t just leave them all hanging around.” 

“I’m on shift tomorrow,” Eddie says.

Marisol holds up her key.

“Uh, right,” Eddie says again. “Then I guess… I’ll see you when I see you?” 

Something flits across Marisol’s face, but it’s gone before he can figure out what it is. “See you,” she says, and turns for the door. 

Eddie feels like he should say something, but he’s still trying to decide on what that would be by the time the door slips shut.

And he’s—he’s not relieved. He’s not. Or if he is, it’s just because this whole unresolved mess has been hanging over his head like the sword of Damocles.

Sword’s still there, some helpful part of him reminds him. You just stepped out of range for a moment.

Depends on what the sword is, he tries to argue, then sighs. He can’t keep track of the metaphor. Definitely not enough to debate himself about it. 

Buck would get it, he thinks. Buck would go off on some tangent to explain what the sword of Damocles actually was, and probably tell him he’d gotten it wrong. He’d have some much better analogy to wrap it all up in, and would probably make the entire situation make more sense.

For a moment his fingers hover near his pocket, itching to get out his phone and call Buck. To ask if he’s doing the right thing, or just kicking the can down the road a little. Since the sword is still—

Whatever the fuck the sword is, Marisol is still an ex-nun and Eddie’s not sure if he’s quite right enough with God for that. 

But he can’t call Buck, because he’d walked out of Buck’s loft half an hour ago with firm instructions to call Tommy, and he can’t interrupt that. He’s already crashed their date, which—

Oh, God. The date. No wonder Buck had been acting so strange. The urge to call comes over him again, stronger now, to apologise for walking in on something that must have been so nerve-wracking already, but—

He remembers the way Buck’s face split into a smile when he said I can’t stop thinking about him, and he sighs and crosses his arms. This isn’t about him and his problems. It’s about Buck, who looked happier than Eddie has seen him in—months, probably. Happier than he’d been with Natalia, for sure. He doesn’t know if he’s ever seen that particular look on Buck’s face, giddy at the mere thought of a person and full of joy and hope for the future. 

And suddenly, there’s a thousand things he wants to ask Buck.

How had he known? How had he been sure? How had he trusted that the little flutter in his gut meant something real?

How had he been brave enough to try?

But the questions will have to wait. Because at this very moment Buck is calling Tommy, his nerves smoothing out into that giddy little smile when Tommy agrees to see him again. Which he will, because Tommy isn’t an idiot.

Maybe they’ll stay on the phone for a while. Maybe Tommy will say something that makes Buck blush, hints of bright red appearing at the tips of his ears and the very tops of his cheekbones. Maybe Buck will flirt back, and his voice will waver a little but he’ll manage to bring it home, and Tommy will laugh low in his ear.

So—no, Eddie can’t interrupt that. No matter how many questions he may have. 

[crowberri]

[In Stars and Time] These two…

[peachiime]

i've just decided that all of my poly ships are variants of pegoryukita. i'll find those parallels. just you wait