#this is messy

[miausterx0x]

this jeff skin from pillar chase 2 is so peak

gonna steal his teeth

[shurohigi]

I haven’t had much time to draw gay shit but I do be thinking of outfits

[boop-le-snoot]

he's takin a lil walk & being gorgeous in a forest smwhere

[aaeeart]

if you want requests how about you draw some original lasat ( idk how to spell it the same species as zeb ) get creative out of the 3 we see in rebels plus cals master they very a lot in design

Hey. That's IT 👁️

I at first only wanted to sketch Chava and Gron but

and then

and while at it

it's too bad as Lasat OCs they don't have too big of a lifespan haha ... ha

[hopefulrunaways]

some valgrace, for a chance?

[salt-bun]

Soukoku as tiny forest creatures?

I hope this counts!!

[lost-in-fandoms]

Hiii Esi! Maybe maxiel + touch starved/cuddle curse? Thank youuu ❤️❤️

From here. Hi love <3 I don't think I did this prompt justice because it wanted to go in a slightly different direction, but it's still something? I think?

It's easy to answer Daniel when someone asks Max who's the teammate who taught him the most, the one who had the biggest impact on him.

It's easy to understand too: Max was young, new to Formula1, and Daniel had been his more experience teammate. He had absorbed his way of talking to the PR people, of smiling to the engineers. He had used his steering wheel settings, his preferred setup.

But there were other things that people didn't know Max had learned from Daniel.

It was possible that not even Daniel was aware of it, but Max remembers getting into the big team, and being patted on the back with a surprising gentleness.

He remembers feeling like his skin was too thin, shivers running down his back, as Daniel had hugged him, not because he had won, or because he hadn't seen him in a while, but just because Max had been there and Daniel had wanted to.

He remembers being pulled down on a couch, head pillowed on tattooed thighs, and being told nap, Max, as a hand had winded into his head. He remembers not being able to sleep, overwhelmed by the feeling, but still getting up feeling rested, lighter than he had felt in a long time.

He remembers the fear of reaching out, needing the touch and afraid of being pushed away, just to be pulled in instead, without needing to ask.

He remembers the feeling like hunger, sharp teeth gnawing at his stomach, cold emptiness being chased away by warm hands, hugs given freely as a shared meal.

He remembers slowly learning how to lean in instead of flinching away, how to initiate contact instead of yearning for it, how to hold onto something without the fear of it disappearing.

Max had learned a lot from Daniel, yes, but the most important lesson hadn't been the first shot, the first line, the first threesome. It hadn't been how to sneak out of hotels, into motor homes, out of meetings, into broom closets.

Daniel had taught Max how to gently love someone, feeding them hugs until their skin isn't collapsing in itself anymore.

So now, as Daniel clings to him in front of the cameras, too thin frame pressed close, Max holds him like he had been taught, and doesn't let go.

[slothquisitor]

I just think they deserve quiet moments.

[porcelanitaa]

us when analog horror, lambs, old books, churches at night, creepypasta, graveyards, lonely forests, small creepy towns, old porcelain dolls and religious statues ♡ ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

[thelittlegirlinwonderland]

with the latest episodes of mha, can I just say I do not care for toga at all. yes, her backstory is tragic and her parents were awful but at some point she had to realize she was also part of the problem. people aren't scared of her because she likes blood, people fear her because she lacks boundaries and enjoys killing people.

imagine being izuku and having someone you met a total of three times(training camp, the provisional exam, and the shie hassaikai raid), and all three times included her attacking you, declare her love for you in the midst of a war. this complete stranger who has only tried to hurt you just drags you from your spot, ending in preventable deaths/injuries, to ask you to be her boyfriend. of course he thinks she's crazy. that is crazy.

i saw someone saying that toga was an example of queer romance, since her love isn't accepted by society. that's so stupid. i'm sorry. toga's idea of love is stabbing people, painting them in their own blood, obsessing over people who don't know her and when they rightfully freak out at her advances, she takes it as a personal attack against her.

maybe try not stabbing people and visit a blood bank

[fishyspine]

All codes that im aware of (there may be some duplicates)

divorce

sorry

mason

dipper

pines

pacifica

platinum pax

ford (or "sixer")

bill (or "cipher")

filbrick

axolotl

stan (or "stanley")  (press multiple times)

mabel (keep entering this one!)

soos

wendy

waddles

fiddleford (or "mcgucket")

theraprism

robbie

gideon

cryptogram codex

spookemups

ciphertology

scrimbles

babba

craz (or "xyler")

weirdmageddon

family matters

xgqrthx

3466554

triangle

abuelita

cia

alex hirsch

journal 3

journal 2

journal 1

mystery

cursed

ad astra per aspera

r34lity

morality

mommy (or baby bill)

sevral times

blendin blandin

disney (or mickey mouse)

hectoring (if you click on "mcgucket labs" you get a note)

fbi

deer teeth

toby determined

ducktective

tyrone (or clone)

book of bill

portal

pinata 

tad strange

JUSTBLENDIN

life

death l

euclydia

tantrum

Skibidi

No

Yes

Answer

Question

dorito

Blanchin

Black Sheep

curse wittebane

deer teeth

 crypto

 anwer

question

lies

love

death

life

baby

blending

titans blood

disco girl

hectoring

ad astra per aspera

vallis cineris

shit

nothing

something

season3

season2

season 1

season-1

season-2

season-3

card

disney

rat

math

history

gun

weird

just fit in

harolds's ramblings

union made

29121239168518

Grebley hemberdreck

3466554

tinsel snake

XGQRTHX, 

333 SUNDAPPLE LANE COZY CREEK IL 60714-94611

NAITSUAF

glass shard beach

cray cray

imstillonyourmind

cursed

Platinum Paz

theory

matpat

scalene

Plato 

Tad Strange

Universe

Toby determined

Monster 

t.j. eckleburg

rizz

Bubble

Baby bill

Burnside

Giffany

Scary

You can't kill and idea

Horror

Naitsuaf

Blind eye

Well well

Help me

Hey nerd

some of them from:

@mothford @the-better-rebel @chickennuggetofchaos

[beetlebubble]

"Get out of here, Aflac Duck!"

[lovetommyactually]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @hippolotamus & @bidisasterevankinard <3 (i know i'm the worst in those memes but i really love it when someone tag me so thanks everyone 🫂)

so i had this small idea about tommy experiencing a new "thing" (?) it'll be a short something but idk when will it be finished... here 😗

flying over the city, ensuring his crew could safely reach the site of a rescue... But things went sideways when the chopper hit unexpected turbulence. Tommy managed to land it safely, but the rough landing left him with a sprained wrist and a nasty gash on his forehead. His team,had been shaken but uninjured. They stayed with him at the hospital initially, cracking jokes and offering support, but eventually, they had to leave for their shift. By the time Buck arrived, Tommy was sitting on the hospital bed, his wrist in a brace and a butterfly bandage over the cut on his forehead. “Hey, handsome... You’ve looked better.” Tommy chuckled, wincing as he shifted in bed. “Yeah well I usually don’t have to survive crash landings to impress you” “You didn’t crash. You landed—roughly” Buck corrected, pulling a chair closer to Tommy’s bed “There’s a difference.” “Tell that to my forehead” Tommy muttered, gesturing vaguely at the bandage. “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have a shift?” “Covered” Buck said simply. “And when I heard you got hurt, where else would I be?”

not tagging but if you wanna do it consider i did tag you!

[con-gee]

i just imagine carmen is so warm, specially during cuddling. he’s your needed fix of endorphins at the end of a busy day. you dread the idea of having to leave his arms. and he loooves it when you’re like a koala hanging onto him. it’s a crazy idea to the both of you to have something this good.

it’s that moment of clarity where it’s possible to have slow, deep breaths and a comfortable weight on his chest. he loves the smell of your hair, so so far away from the smell of herbs and meat. he loves the feeling of your eyelashes, even through his shirt, however weirdly specific that is. he loves the feeling of your soft skin against his calloused hands. he loves that you want this with him.

you love the peace of accepting that you can have each other. you love how he lets himself close his heavy eyelids with you next to him. you love how your heartbeats syncs with each other. you love knowing that he smiles to himself when you trace on his tattoos. you love it when he traces the planes of your face with his knuckles so softly. you love kissing him before the both of you gives in to slumber.

you both love coming home to each other.

[thanotaphobia]

found some old prime defenders writing............... a fic spanning the 10 month gap when dakota left...................... Anyways....... here's the big ghostknife blowout fight scene smile heart

(this is not edited, so very messy, ignore that)

☆

“God, will you just shut up?” Vyncent snaps at him, wheeling around on one heel and planting himself in the hallway. He rubs at his head, clearly exhausted. But William is too worried to let him go. “It’s always the fucking William show in here, good gods.”

“Excuse me?” William asks, reeling. “What? We’ve been dealing with your bullshit for weeks now.”

“My bullshit,” Vyncent scoffs. “Right. You’ve been dealing with my bullshit. It’s not like they’re in your head, Will.”

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to have to deal with this?” William asks. Vyncent crosses his arms and William matches him, scowling until his face hurts. “I’m constantly tiptoeing around you. These past two weeks have been awful.”

“Oh, right, they’ve been so awful for you,” Vyncent says sarcastically.

“I haven’t gotten to talk to you in ages, man,” William says.

“That’s not my fault!”

“So whose is it? Theirs? Mine?”

“I can’t control it!”

“Well we have to do something–”

“William, shut up!” Vyncent shouts. It’s the first time William’s ever heard such volume and force directed at him from Vyncent– sure, Alphonse has yelled at him before, even Strider and Min, but looking into his eyes William knows it’s all Vyncent right now. And he’s angry. “You need to let me deal with this! This isn’t something you can peel apart and investigate, okay? It’s my head. There’s no peeling you can do! Just shut up and leave me the fuck alone!”

That stings. Vyncent refusing him like this feels incomprehensible to William, like a possibility that shouldn’t even exist. They’re a team, they’re not strangers. Far from it at this point. And if something’s happening to Vyncent, William should know, shouldn’t he? But right now, all he sees in Vyncent is anger, pointed straight at him. Annoyance, too. A whole cocktail of disruptive, terrible emotions that make the hair on William’s arm stand on end. Not out of fear– out of a return surge of anger.

“I wish you had left instead of Dakota,” William hisses, feeling vicious and mean and wanting Vynce to hurt just as much as he’s hurting now. "At least he wouldn't be scared to talk about it."

“Oh, wow,” Vyncent snarls. They’re both up in each other’s faces right now, Vynce’s eyes glimmering with rage and hurt. Clearly, William’s words had cut just as deeply as he’d hoped. He’s vibrating, every inch of him trembling as he stares Vyncent down, chin tipped upwards. He can see Vyncent twitch slightly, and knows he’s arguing with someone in his head too, not just with William. Finally, Vyncent spits out, “Low blow, but we both know who’s really scared, here.”

“I’m not scared,” William lies.

“Sure,” Vynce says, laughing bitterly. “Sure, William.”

“I’m not,” William insists.

“Then why don’t you ever look me in the eyes anymore?” Vyncent asks. 

William opens his mouth, and finds he has no answer. He goes to look at Vyncent, but can’t– he can’t even force himself to do it.

“That’s what I thought,” Vyncent says. He steps back. The anger has drained out of his voice. Now, he just sounds tired. “Go to hell, William.”

“Why don’t you just go?” William asks, staring at Vyncent’s nose, his cheeks, his lips. “Why don’t you just leave, then. If you hate me.”

“I didn’t–” Vynce sighs. “Why don’t you leave? If you’re so miserable?”

Again, William doesn’t have an answer. He stands there for a moment, then closes his eyes and exhales. 

“I don’t know,” he says. “I’m just– stuck. Hoping, I guess.” 

“Hoping for what?” Vyncent asks. William scoffs, glancing to the side and shaking his head.

“I don’t know,” he repeats. Then he looks up at Vyncent and finds the strength to look him head on, staring at him. “Why are you here?”

Vyncent looks at him, eyes scouring his face.

“Where else would I go?” he finally says. “Who else would want a weird guy like me?”

“I don’t think you’re weird,” William says, almost on instinct. “And I don’t– I don’t think you’re a coward either, Vynce. I’m sorry.”

“Why did you say that?” Vyncent asks. When Will looks up at him, his gaze is heavy, glancing aside. 

“I– Dunno,” William stutters out. “I guess it all just– hurts.”

Vyncent says nothing for a moment. His eyes narrow and glaze over just slightly, a look William has come to both recognize and despair over. But it only lingers for a second before Vyncent looks over at him and he’s caught, trapped.

“I think the Greats are dying,” Vyncent says slowly, tasting the words like he’s unsure of them. “Or something. I don’t know. But there’s something really wrong with us, Will.”