#though little boy

[fieriframes]

[THIS IS COMPLETELY FINE. THOUGH LITTLE BOY, I SAID GENTLY BECAUSE I'M GONNA SEASON IT A LITTLE BIT, SALT AND PEPPER.]

[machinerot]

[egophiliac]

innocently logging in to look at the Twst schedule for May like

[fierifiction]

THIS IS COMPLETELY FINE. THOUGH LITTLE BOY, I SAID GENTLY BECAUSE I'M GONNA SEASON IT A LITTLE BIT, SALT AND PEPPER. I'M JUST SO DARE TO LEARN FROM THE VERY beginning ALL TIME. WHEN YOU TAKE ACTION, YOU LEARN TO EVERYONE, THAT WOULD BE A GREAT WAY TO GET STARTED AND HAD SOME TIGHTNESS ON YOUR PATH. I AM NOT MOMENTALLY A MINE AT ALL, SO THE THING I HAVE HAD BEEN FOUND IT GIVES ME A SUPER-CURSION TO GET STARTED WITH.

[starlight-archer]

The Cat King: I'll stop playing nice! You hear me? I will stop fucking playing nice!

Also The Cat King: "Edwin has been through more pain than you or I could ever imagine"

*gets beaten to death with a stick for warning Edwin about the trap*

"Hey! Keep your paws off of him!"

*proceeds to give Crystal and Niko info that will help them rescue Edwin*

[thatkoiboi]

Sleepovers with April are the best! ...and normally accidental-

omg also i binge read dandy's "i may be invisible, but i still look good" and the reference is random but i needed it cause it was funny in the fic and references are my data collection-

[yennao]

(Adult Danny Design by @nicktoonsunite because he’s neat and I Love him)

So anyway if I’m not drawing blood or teeth assume I’m dead

[black-and-yellow]

[ditchesanddunes]

I need an unhinged Barty

Give me a Barty who will hunt down hurt and kill for the people he loves

Give me a Barty who gets unhealthily obsessed with people

A Barty who, after Regulus died, cracked and used even more unforgivables, killed for fun, and tortured for sport

A Barty who heard Dorcas was killed and made it his personal mission to avenge her by any cruel means necessary

But when Evan died, a Barty who doesn’t even have rails to fly off of anymore. He kills anyone in his way, including death eaters, and he enjoys it. He is hardly on the death eaters side anymore but stays with them because of the pain they cause

And when he heard Pandora died, the sweet gentle soul of Pandora, he crumbled.

[somnimagus]

My page for @destinytriofanzine! I drew something about kids always dreaming of far off places

[id in alt!]

[elviradreaminess]

Marinette on Zoom class 💕

A cute and funny illustration of Marinette crushing over Adrien during a Zoom class!

I made this quick drawing at the beginning of the pandemic when online classes were such a common thing for everyone, so this idea came up right away back then.

[naffeclipse]

Toying around with a sort of Apex Polarity spin involving Sun and Moon and having them as Arctic Fox type of creatures (think werewolf monster body types but fox style) and Y/N is an Arctic Hare-esque humanoid mythical being with white fur and long ears tipped in black. Of course, it's set in the Arctic tundra. Thinking of calling it Of Fox Maws.

You've seen the fox men before. They'll skirt the outsides of the large valley you like to go to gather arctic willow and sedge out of the snow. Their eyes glint in the harsh Arctic light, watching you. You warily tense your legs, always ready to bolt should the two fiends decide they're hungry enough to attempt to chase you down.

You can't trust foxes.

But you always skip away, out of sight and far from the terror of what could easily be your last day. This happens for a season. Sometimes, they attempt to creep closer in plain view but you turn tail and run, ducking behind snowy hills and hiding low until you're certain they're gone.

Once, you were caught off guard in the middle of your foraging. One voice called softly out to you. You jumped back and found the fox men too close, almost within lunging distance—your little heart fluttered as if to take flight and escape—but you ran and ran and ran until you couldn't breathe. Then, you look behind you.

The fox men were nowhere to be found.

One day, you're amid a rocky field of purple saxifrage, happily picking blossoms to toss in your mouth while twisting your long ears this way and that to listen in for any predators or creeping fox men that might try to break your little neck in their vulpine jaws. You never expected the teeth to come from the ground you placed your foot on. A snap of metal. A bone crack. You're bitten by something cold and terrible, and it chains you to the ground. Terrible pain eats your leg as blood, crimson among the snow and rocks, begins to drip down your fur.

You panic. Such is your nature. You thrash and struggle while the metal trap digs deeper into your leg. The safety of daylight begins to fade as exhaustion and fear begin to take hold, and then you see them. Their glinting eyes, their sharp ears narrowed, their fur white and strangely marked with colorful swirls on their underside, their claws scraping over the ground as they come closer and closer.

You cry it in your terror—you could always run before. They talk low and soft to you, one anxiously coaxing you to stop moving, to stop hurting yourself, but you tug and struggle in your wild franticness. The teeth keep biting your leg—you flounder before a set of arms catches you, pinning you down with strange gold and red fur on his chest that warms your deathly chilled body. You scream but another set of hands holds down your caught leg—this one with deep blue and silver swirls in the fur on his chest. You dissolve in the horror of the end that will come from too many jaws—

A musical steel note plays when he breaks the chain in half with his raw strength. You keep thrashing, struggling to get away, but the fox men are too strong, and the one holding you keeps asking you to stop being frightened—they only want to help. The other digs his dark claws into the metal trap and pries it apart as the other drags you out of reach of the contraption maw, and you cry from the pain of it all.

The two begin yipping and fussing. When they press their hands to the bleeding bite mark on your leg, the anguish overwhelms you until all you see is white, then nothing.

They become frantic at your slumped form and all the blood on your silky white fur. Sun takes to your wound and Moon takes you in his arms, and keeping pressure on the strange bite, they carry you back to their den. There, you'll be safe and warm, and there, they can help you with your broken leg.

Hopefully, you won't keep screaming when you wake up. (You will.)

[twinkskeletons]

🐝❤️🍯 what a match… 🧸❤️🐻

[egophiliac]

redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)

(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)

[feralmoonlight]

cowboys are ok I guess @castercassette

[unproduciblesmackdown]

always enjoyed the Chess Set In The Foreground perspective framing used here

now also noting like, huh, a chess set in a general store just visited by marigold competitors who killed one of their guys and are now on the way back from their rendezvous point w/suppliers