#& i still have hw to do

[funkle420]

Turbo Granny blunt rotation WIP

[marblerose-rue]

click for better quality!

fire alone can save our clan. bye! *sound of lps feet clacking away*

[chaikajpeg]

day two of "just a quick sketch and i'll do my assignments" (this took me 2h 45min so far)

photo reference: Bej48 - Hu XiaoHui & Qing Yuwen

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

black ice☺️

[triglycercule]

imagining this very funny totally amusing bit where dust (despite having a lot of pockets) makes horror carry a lighter for him (only because he can't be bothered to remember to bring one on him all the time) and horror keeps it in his head

but horror's a dick so everytime dust wants to smoke and he needs a light horror's always like "whats the password :3" (he actually said the emoticon i was the quotation marks) and dust has to guess. because horror changes it every time. and its never something predictable. and then he either just totally gives up on that cig or he has to forcefully dig into horror's head to get the lighter because horror's being a PRICK

now dust is shoulder deep into horror's eyesocket while horror is clawing and screaming and killer's just standing there behind them watching this unfold with that fuckass smile on his face (he can't get this type of entertainment anywhere else)

[romatito]

AND ITS DONE!! now the crew can actually practice the whole show without any (major) interruptions! and also someone immediately texted feli after this to let him know what happened and he ended up laughing about it for a whole hour.

thank you for ur patience while this cooked up!! now to rest my hand forever 🫣

part one || part two || part three

[fraternum-momentum]

sometimes it feels surreal as to how many people r following this blog, i kinda feel like a hamster in an enclosure running on the wheel thing and i am being observed

[italyveneziano]

Obsessed with what America and England have going on in HetaOni. America's like "I keep having to watch my dad die from overusing his magic in past timelines and not knowing how to stop it is killing me inside but I'm not going to talk to him about it" and England's like "I can't seem to hold a conversation with my son without insulting him but I won't hesitate to use my dying breath to ensure I can protect him from beyond the grave"

[putagal]

what do you do when it's 1600, you just gained independence a few years ago and now you're at war with this guy but you end up going to bed with him half of the time?

if tumblr deletes this!! oopsies??? anyways

[tadbitsketch]

bloodbath :)

[royaltea000]

pruame dynamic

[mangofresca]

halcyon | 18+

Romano feels like he’s dancing in his sleep, that shifting, swaying motion like waves across the beach and toes dragging through sand, like water and rhythm pulling his chest high, his shoulders low, stretching out his hips, his knees, his ankles. The soft cotton of his pillowcase scratches and tickles at his cheekbone when he turns his head into it, wisping itself against his clavicle, and he sighs against it, lets it swallow his breath the same way it swallows the heat of his body, an echo of warmed contentment and easy dreaming.

The mattress beneath him dips, and he almost pushes away the palm that slides across his stomach, his sternum, but it’s warm, too, and Romano always liked being warm, and he liked being warm beneath this hand even more. He leans into it, instead, keeps his eyes closed, and he makes a small noise that’s half deliberate and half desultory—because he does mean to acknowledge Spain, but he doesn’t mean to acknowledge him like a cat waking from a nap in lazy, dozy sunbeams, purring.

But that’s fine. That’s fine. He knows Romano sometimes sounds like that when he’s waking, and even not, just sometimes when he’s beneath the pads of Spain’s fingers, and Romano feels fine when the mattress dips again and Spain hovers over him, knees sweetly nudging his apart.

Romano keeps his eyes closed when lips skim his jaw, keeps himself ensconced in the soft sunlight that shines itself across his eyelids. It’s good like this, he thinks. It’s nice. He can hear himself breathe with an awareness he never really has when he’s around Spain, always too preoccupied with other things, irrelevant things—what he’s doing, what he’s not, what he could be doing to Spain, instead. He likes being conscious of it, of his body and his reactions, and he sighs again when that palm moves to his side, his rib cage and lower, fingers skimming over his thigh as they drag heated sheets down, away.

There’s a laugh twinkling in his ear, something bright and charmed, and his skin pricks with cognizance when he feels the breath of it, lips curving into a smile against his cheek. “Awake yet?”

Spain speaks his vowels in a whisper, his consonants always catching on the tip of his tongue, and Romano’s shoulder shifts back in a shiver, presses into the bed when soft breeze meets skin, humid and carrying the smell of midmorning sunrise.

He makes a noise again, some groaned mhm that rumbles itself up his chest and out his throat, that gets lost somewhere around his lips when the heat of Spain’s laughter leaves his cheek and instead drifts across his nipple—and the gasp that leaves him is a surprised one.

He feels stupid like this, naïve, foolish, as if he isn’t war- and weather-worn, born and raised in the echoing, thundered footsteps of the Roman Empire, older than the New World and older still, as if his own sand dunes aren’t his brothers, the rolling fields his sisters. But this is his life now: homes across his country and Spain’s, furnished with soft beds and yellow kitchens and flowing curtains that always let the light in, because neither of them ever really do well when away from the sun, too used to its bite to go without for longer than a day, two. He wakes, now, to sheets that settle across the curves of his body, to someone in his bed, wiggling his legs until they settle around tanned hips, to sea-chapped lips that hum the song of his name until he is something melodious, made of more than sinew and sand, of memory.

Spain whispers his name, a question carried softly through balmy air and that sounds so fucking in love Romano almost opens his eyes, almost gives into the needling whine of it—

But Spain always did his best work when given a task, and Romano knows Spain has no qualms about being set to work on Romano, no end to the things he would let Spain do to him, and though his mouth goes dry as Spain nips at his throat and presses a finger against him, he can only find the energy to laugh, just dry air, enough to breathe Spain in, too.

When Spain dips down and kisses him, Romano kicks the sheets up and over Spain’s back. They are still warm, and so is he.

[cowboy-robooty]

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm me likey le canadia ^_^

[humbuns]

a poor attempt at flirting ?

[thechaotichorselord]

Been thinking.

The Unwanted Guest AU is inspired by the Stanley Parable. It has a lot of the same concepts and is technically an alternate universe, but i want to be able to freely add different things to it. So in this case it’s both an AU and not an AU!

It’s my fellas! My silly guys! It’s not even close to canon, and that’s alright! I enjoy the canon story, and I enjoy what my brain ripped from the game. It’s mine to enjoy.

I want people to enjoy the story, so I’ll continue doing it. But since I want to make it even more of my own thing, I’m going to add some stuff that isn’t related to canon. I’ve been trying so, so hard to make it seem like it can fit with canon in some way, but nah. I’ve given up on that. It’s my stupid little story, and I’ll add all the doohickeys I want.

Thems the breaks or wtv (don’t mind that i popped out of my break to say this, lalala)

tldr; unwanted guest isn’t canon to tsp and i’ve finally accepted that so ima add more thingies to it (BUT I CONSIDER IT TO BE RELATED TO THE FANDOM ANYWAYS)

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

beloved followers... in lack of knowledge on how i should take commissions and insecurity about pricing For Now i come to you with a test question post. does like, 5-15€/$ for the things i usually do (depending on complexity) as pictured below sound as something you would desire. do not feel bad for voting no at all i want this to serve as feedback.