#they were gnarly

[lewmagoo]

i washed my makeup brushes tonight *everyone claps*

[honey-mess]

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[gophergal]

Another dumb comic, this time in color!

[pim-p1mling]

“kisses”

[ofishiallyjobless]

Was messing around on call with some friends and we accidentally made a smiling friends au 😭

The smiling catalog in Smiling County

Shout out to my friend Tyler for drawing the Grim & Gnarly mugshot along with smormu Shepard

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Jon: I wasn't armed!

Alicent: Except with a rock.

Aemond: I still have the scar!

Jon: Which healed!

[noxious-fennec]

Lilie likes tattoos but doesnt necessarily go for them all that often, she only gets them for major milestones (Religious tattoos for career milestones / Sun to celebrate her marriage to Nour / Matching Apollo tattoo to celebrate her brother getting clean)

Andre on the other hand has been getting them since he was 16, he treats his body like a scrapbook for whatever he thinks looks cool, in the end they're all small rewards for hanging in there. Some have more meaning than others tho (Scorpion on the 20th anniversary of his father's death / sun for Nour / Matching artemis tattoo when he got clean / Dionysus to celebrate 5 years clean)

The most meaningful one he has is the sleeve. His arms are a vulnerable spot for him and he used to keep them bare (his left still is, just in a compression sleeve) until a spur of the moment decision to get the sleeve with the medusa, daffodils, and lilies.

[ya-bug-boy]

Can I request Ingo and Emmet consoling reader who woke up from a nightmare? Reader woke up screaming and can't fall back asleep

Submas x Reader: Reader suffering from nightmare scenario

You suffer from a recurring nightmare. It always begins the same, you have the same conscious but you're back in time to when you were younger. You're completely aware of the danger you're in because you've experienced too much of it. But try as you might to get out of it, it always ends the same. A violent ending.

You've explained to Ingo and Emmet that you suffer from a type of sleeping disorder called sleep paralysis. It makes you relive a certain night from your traumatic past. While you are close with the twins, you don't feel comfortable telling them the whole details yet. When you finally get to the stage where you share a bed with them, you're worried with how you might suffer an episode. And unfortunately that comes true.

The first nights seem peaceful. But then the episodes starts.

Emmet is the first one to wake up first. He was always naturally a light sleeper. He finds you whimpering, with a strained expression. He tries to get you to wake up gently but it's not working. So he goes to Ingo to see if he can do it better.

When Ingo wakes up, it's immediate. His initial thoughts think back to Hisui where danger was more present in every day life. But with Emmet's intervention, he also tries to help, grasping your shoulder more firmly to wake you up.

It was small but notable. You let out a scream. Not a blood curling one but it was followed by a choked gasp. The twins shout your name and your eyes open.

You sit up, catching your breath. You try to brush it off, telling the twins that you're ok. Just need to get some air. You try to coax them back into bed but they refuse not knowing if you'd join them.

It's indeed late. While work isn't an issue for the next day, they were still concerned.

So the twins decide to do a grounding technique with you, coaxing you to take deep breaths and focus on emptying the thoughts out of your head, keeping your body stimulated by patting one thigh at a time. . . it oddly works. your head feels better. Lighter even.

The twins help you get comfortable, giving reassuring kisses that they're here. They make sure to stay awake until you fall back asleep, in their embrace.

[boxwinebaddie]

hey uncle nina do u happen to have that one para where u talked abt how jersey couldn't say ily during sbst and stan was like super sad abt it? i tried looking for it on ur blog but i can't find it</3

t-the...

tHE DIVORCE PARA???>?@?@?@?3/2/

YOU WANT THE FUCKDISNFN DIVORCE PARA????!!!?!?!

noooooOOOOOOoOooOo!!!!!!!!! :'(

i......Siiiigh.

goddamnit, guys. what happened to 'we hope you heal, uncle nina!' wAS IT NOT ENOUGH THAT I DIED ONCE??? I GOTTA DIE TWICE?!

but....because i love you very much, i will link it for you.

edit: oh god, i am reading it rn and it is soooo rough, i'm am so sorry. cringe. goofy aa. oof. later today, i might reopen it and just so we can suffer i will have it start mid sbst ( which, assumes i can write the smut which, no promises ) and then have it end with ravenstan leaving ( fuuuck lmao, like that fight does not even end there, we're in H-E-L-L holy shit ) because i hate my life but...anyways....

without further ado,

Please Enjoy The WORST

( and i do mean THE /WOOOORST/ )

Part Of Your Day...Maybe Your Life.

-uncle nina, who is going to request a lobotomy at her doctors appointment to forgot the divorce happened.

[snackugaki]

memory lane pizza

[gnarlyeddy]

Hello dearly beloved. Eddy wrapping all his tentacles around Harmony. Cuddling.

can an anemone girl and a nautilus boy really become best friends

[storm--bound]

hear me out

Meant To Be Yours from Heathers but it's Quinn and Darlin, especially this version

[zombieclieo]

"D'you think she cares?" His voice came across as a little worse for wear than it oughta. Death usually restored the body to peak order aside from a few scars, but here Martyn's throat was, scratchy and harder to parse than he woulda liked.

"What?" Came the reply. Scott shook his hand out, dirt particulates separating from his fingers as he did.

"Cleo, I mean. Obviously." Martyn laughed, leaning back against Scott's pretty little house, hand waving in a mockery of one of Scott's common gestures.

"Why would I know what Cleo thinks of you? We aren't teammates this go around." Scott turns back to his work, but it's still obvious how the previous victor felt about this game by how his voice catches at 'go around'.

Martyn winces, but he shakes it off within milliseconds. "You two are always allies! There hasn't been a go when you two haven't been conspiring. I'm asking because--"

"Martyn." Scott's voice was sharper than he meant, and it softens as he continues. "For one, I won't ask how you know more about mine and Cleo's relationship than either of us have told you. You and Grian get so clammy about that nonsense. For two, she hasn't mentioned you."

Martyn doesn't flinch, but Scott can tell that hurt him. Scott lived with him for a while, he knows. Martyn thinks himself infinitely cool and collected, but he isn't. He never has been and Scott's pretty sure he never will be. The blonde coughs. "Cool."

"Cool?" Scott laughs, looking up. Arcing underneath his hair from his right temple under his hair and around his throat is a lightning scar, and it glows slightly at the middle of his throat in a cool cyan. It aches. Martyn knows it aches, especially when Scott laughs. "Martyn, you were soulbound two goes ago. I know she's cool and all, but what's your hangup? Are you this hung up on Ren? Me?"

"What! Scott, you're having a giraffe. I don't get hung up on people."

There is a poignant silence. Martyn shifts uncomfortably. Scott rolls his eyes and returns to his work.

"Scott, I just wanna know how she is. If she ever thinks about me. I don't--I try not to think about it. The past, I mean. But it just... I may die but the soul lives on. Bones are buried but the soul is still here and it still feels that little string, y'know? We had the same soul, for a while. The same beating heart." Martyn finally moves from his ramrod straight stance, squatting beside Scott, a gloved hand extended.

The palm is cold. Ice fucking cold. The diamond shaped mark seems to give his flesh freezerburn as he nears the scar to any other living being. Any that are around, anyway. Martyn is cagey about it--Scott wasn't being mean. He has four of those diamonds across his body, though he supposes he's lucky that they're all... eh, relatively easy to hide. The one on his cheek, the back of his neck, and right over his heart were harder to conceal, though. That, and the massive ragged timepiece seemingly slashed across his back. The scar that never healed. The reminder to keep his ears open. To listen. To betray when it suits him. That one still pulses red, sore and obvious.

Scott doesn't know that a diamond burns for him as Martyn nears him. He doesn't know that it gets a little harder to breathe as the scalding diamond on the back of his neck makes itself very known. Bound, again and again, had he always found himself following after another? Hitching his soul into pieces again and again? Where would a diamond appear this time, for Jimmy? Where else would the cracks spread? Scott flicks his nose.

"You're absolutely doing that thing again where you just stare at me and look pensive. Fine, you want to know so bad what I think they think? Fine, if it'll get you to either go away or help me plant." Scott finally stands up fully and stretches his back out, then his arms high above his head. He reaches over to grasp Martyn's upper arm. "Cleo is a complicated person. They do care. They also don't. You aren't the center of her universe and that is fine. For both of you. Worrying about what they think won't make you less afraid of what comes next. Holding onto us--me, Cleo, the Ahaliance, Ren, that won't give you the peace you're looking for. You and Grian hold on tighter to the past than the rest of us. Let us go, Martyn, and let what joy you can have now happen."

The diamond hurts like hell. Like Martyn has slammed back into a pool of lava and it is eating him alive. It feels like dying when Scott holds his arm. He doesn't react. Scott doesn't know everything. "Alright, alright, I don't need an intervention here, mate! I'm genuinely just trying to see if she's mad at me, and you're talking different breeds and stronger memories. Bah. Maybe you're holding on to Cleo."

"Am I, then?" Scott snorts, and thankfully releases Martyn's arm. The burning subsides, somewhat.

"I think you are, honestly. I look away and suddenly you're gaslighting and gatekeeping and girlbossing! What about my gaslighting?" Martyn holds a hand to his chest as he fakes haughtiness.

"You're a bad liar, Littlewood." Scott kneels back in the dirt. "Now help me plant before you go back to our canary."

Martyn snorts, this time. "Our canary. Yeah, Scott, only me and Grian hold on." He does listen, though, and helps cover wheat seeds with dirt. As his right hand connects with the soil, it aches like a red winter, cold and bloody. He misses Ren. He misses Cleo, and Pearl, and Mumbo and everyone. He feels like there's a world where they could have been happy together, where they played games and laughed around Christmastime. As he looks at Scott, he wonders...

"Do you know what Christmas is?" His voice is more hesitant than he means for it to be.

"No, why?" Scott replies, shoving half a tuber deep into the earth.

"No reason. Just an old story." Then, that was the difference. He and Grian knew there was something beyond. No one else remembers what life extant a Watcher's game is like. He raises his head to watch the darkening horizon. Scott boxes his ear with a smile, and he shrugs. At least they have tonight to pretend like She wasn't watching. Like they were friends planting a field.

[aphantimes]

crushing him

[nelfs]

men are always buying the thickest, most luxurious, over-the-top toilet paper. ohhhh your plush anus needs the most expensive brand huh lol

[jils-things]

i can't help but feel that based on the da capo lore so far, mr candleman bf might not make it out....