#what are you doing?

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Tim “What are you doing?” Bradford

[inthefallofasparrow]

[thymeskip]

I told you I would make fanart if Mesmer and Midnight :D Now I just need to do Spritz and Blade, unless I’m forgetting any

But once again, these are two beautiful designs. I also just love how both have freckles, it’s such a small but neat touch that I just adore 💖 I had artist block for a good few days, and this got me back into the swing of things! I love these two so much, and either Mesmer or Stitch would be my favorite out of the variants. With Spritz being a close runner up. All of them are amazing and I can’t wait to draw them some more.

It’s become one of my favorite pastimes to learn more about the variants, going through the posts about them and everything. Their concepts and how they’re developed is just so interesting to me! Thanks for existing, mate 💕

The two belong to @glitchysquidd / @ask-the-variants

[blismytherapy]

not these two having a slumber party, complete with “who do YOU like,” while they’re in the middle of a dangerous and highly illegal sabotage plan!!!!!

[muguathepapaya]

Been on this hellsite too long, and new people using their real names as usernames is so freaking jarring.

[mxssrelay]

an In-Between state of mind.

[shinfuransan]

💙𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕐 𝕄𝕆𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔻!!💙 My original lunch sketch was different (I also didn't like it very much) and it ended up like this. 😅😂

Also - Vergil will not be the end of me. 

Yamato is going to be the end of me!! 😫 (DMC3 Yamato was much easier to draaaaw!)

[thedaddycomplex]

Uh… what the fuck is this amateur hour bullshit?

[themonstersmistresss]

POV: You say something innocuous and Rod Sterling starts narrating WYD? 

[childoftheriver]

Up to mischief, no doubt.

[ashestodustdusttoashes]

What the fresh fuck is this tumblr live thing?

[cecelovegood]

Absolutely living for the Aru Shah reference in Sal and Gabi Fix the Universe.

[oddsconvert]

May 30th - "What are you doing?"

Car | Last Resort | Alarm

@themerrywhumpofmay

CW (not many for this one): References/implications of past captivity/abuse, Recapture/return, Self-sacrifice.

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“What are you doing?!” Caretaker shrieks, darting from the front door in only their pyjamas, neglecting their shoes as they urgently sprint over the pebble drive-way and wincing with every stabbing step. They’d been jolted awake by the blaring car alarm cutting through the dead of night’s silence, flashing lights leaking through the curtains and an uncomfortably empty space next to them in bed.

But they don’t reach Whumpee in time, they are already slamming the driver’s door shut and initiating the locks by the time Caretaker’s body collides against the metal, desperately tugging at the handle - nearly ripping it from the car just to get to Whumpee. Guilt plastered on Whumpee’s face, watching Caretaker’s panicked struggle to pluck them from the car, they can’t let that happen.

“Open the doors! Please…” Caretaker begged on the other side of the window, pressing their forehead against it, quickened breaths fogging up the glass. Whumpee exchanged a solemn look, biting their lip and shaking their head in refusal. 

“I have to go back…” Whumpee choked out, their face scrunching up ready to let the tears stream. Whumper’s threats weren’t to be taken lightly; either Whumpee delivers themself back, willingly without a fight - or they’ll come after Caretaker. Whumpee would do anything in the world to stop that from happening. 

“No! Don’t you dare even think about doing that! Just… Come out and let’s talk about this?”, Caretaker's voice cracked, truly petrified at the thought of Whumpee going back to that monster - hurting with unimaginable pain day in and out, unravelling all the progress Whumpee had made in the past few months.

“Nothing to talk about. Made up my mind…” Whumpee shrugs dismissively. 

“Whumpee, I - … it was by some freak luck that we rescued you last time. I can’t promise that we’ll be able to find you again-”, a painful truth. Caretaker would never lie to Whumpee, never. If Whumpee was betting on being saved again, the possibility wasn’t guaranteed. Whumpee pondered in silence for a moment, swiping away runaway tears with their tattered jumper sleeves.

“I know… let me do this? It’s my turn to look after you…”

“Screw that!”, Caretaker cries out, immediately driving their elbow into the window to break in - Whumpee jumps back with a yelp from the violent thud. When that shows no sign of budging, they pull their shirt over their head and wind it tightly around their fist. Ferociously swinging their fist to punch out the glass but it doesn’t so much as crack. They exhaust themselves; physically and mentally. Draining their energy with each powerful hit and growing more frustrated and frightened when they realise it’s useless. 

“Please don’t leave me-”, Caretaker whispers with a sniffle, dropping their forehead once again onto the car with defeat, raising the palm of their hand and pressing it into the window. A slight gasp startling out, snapping their head up when they feel Whumpee’s hand return the touch, warmth emanating through the glass. Whumpee is openly sobbing in the driver’s seat, wishing Caretaker would just understand…

They’re doing this to protect them.

“I love you. I have no other options, this is my last resort”, Whumpee spins the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. Caretaker’s eyes growing wide and shaking their head wildly, silently pleading with them to reconsider. Whumpee puts their foot to the pedal and presses on the gas, beginning to speed away from their home but Caretaker runs alongside the car by a determined clutch on the wing mirror, legs running faster than they keep up with as they stumble and trip over the whizzing limbs.

When the car inevitably reaches a speed that is humanly impossible for Caretaker to keep up with, they slack behind and drift into the rear view mirror though not relenting in the chase. Their bare-feet pounding down the dirt track leading away from their house, heart thudding from their chest and panting for breath. Whumpee watches hazily behind them, tear filled eyes blurring their vision as Caretaker drops to their knees with a throaty scream of anguish echoing around them. Growing smaller and smaller as the car pulls away from them until they’re nothing more than a small speck on the rear-view mirror.

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taglist: @rainbows-and-whumperflies

[happy-lemon]

One of her friends bet her §100 to kiss someone at a party, so when Jeffery Dean invited her to a juice kegger on a Thursday night, she figured it would be easy money. Except she kind of enjoyed it.

[rurpleplayssims]

“Could we be any more romantic?” Thomas said with a smirk. “Slow dancing on the beach?”

“I did tell you that you had many talents” Althea replied, her eyes twinkling. “And being very romantic and tender to me is one of the most important.”

“Well, you did marry me” Thomas said, his eyes tender. “I’m the zombie here, and you’re just a beautiful person, inside and out.”

“There is more to you than being a zombie” Althea said gently. “I love you just as you are, zombie or not.”

“Even if...” he paused, not wanting to ruin the mood with his own insecurities. 

“If?” she asked as she nuzzled into his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me later” she said, reading him like a book. “It’s probably not ‘nothing’ if your whole frame tenses like that.”

[stephenstrange-md-phd]

I got him this yesterday and now @tonystarkstrange is taking it everywhere showing it around

Chuckles