#<== new tag woohoo

[trashshouldnt]

back at it again, time to crochet and watch medic go through unimaginable horrors

[truth-01001001-liar]

So I’ve never needle felted before but uh? Kwama forager?

just on a whim.. idk that he looks good but he’s a kwama 👍

[zzoupz]

Garyjoan... I need garyjoan... It's the only cure for my sickness (or it could just make it worse idk)

sorry for the late reply i had no idea

gary would be the one who makes her try/explore new things i think... yeah yeah,

[steakcreature]

Who the hell is this guy??

Me trying not to make another silly crossover au with my main interests (impossible)

[maudiemoods]

GUESS WHAT TEAM I'M ON!!

Felt like choosing stardust was too predictable SO! now I am a mermaid

[retrobr]

I think one of my favorite Jedtavius headcanons would be probably that Jedediah can bake and he bakes apple pies often times because he knows that those are Oct's favorites. Omg

[vrieseasees]

I missed them!

[bumblywumblytumbly]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, 3rd Life SMP Ensemble & Charles | Grian Characters: Charles | Grian, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Rendog (Video Blogging RPF), Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood, EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF), Anthony Viviano | Bigbst4tz2, John Booko | BdoubleO100, ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), TangoTek (Video Blogging RPF), Scott Major | Smajor1995, Jimmy | Solidarity, Joel | SmallishBeans, impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF), Skizzleman (Video Blogging RPF), Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Pizza the Llama (3rd Life SMP) Additional Tags: Nutcracker AU, The author has Not given himself enough time, Christmas Fluff, Charles | Grian and Pearl | PearlescentMoon are Siblings, Hermitcraft Season 8 Summary:

Grian is haunted by the events of 3rd Life, to the point where his mind would rather wander back to the desert rather than into the emptiness of sleep. On top of that, nobody else remembers the death game. Not even Scar, who keeps on acting like nothing has happened between him and Grian. It's gotten to a point where Grian's begun to avoid the other man entirely, unable to stand his suddenly unrequited feelings. On one such sleepless night, he runs into Pearl at the Boatem Pole, and she gives him an early Christmas gift: a nutcracker. What neither of them realized, however, was the dream that was about to unfold and maybe, just maybe, help push Grian to face his fears once and for all.

Hi y’all!! I’ve got a new fic up for the holidays, and hopefully I’ll be able to finish it up by the end of Christmas day! Ok that’s all, merry crisis and happy holidays!

[rgbjitter]

carnage the gentle giant

others:

[counting-endless-stars]

I need my bugs. I need my bugs so bad. My little death feigning beetles and giant African millipedes. They'll understand me. They'll know what it means to live in a pure state of survival instead of living for yourself. I need to let them crawl all over me so I can forget I exist.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

just any aftg fics you’ve enjoyed in the last month or so!!! im not picky, they can be whatever ship whatever au or content :) curious and in the mood to read something new……

okay! :D gonna go grab some stuff from my ao3 history. cut because it got long

kandreil:

game changer by peaceoutofthepieces

andreil come to visit kevin in his new apartment and he feels weird about it. but then...

Scrambled by klovnen

kevin gets a concussion!! so sad so good. his bfs take care of him. <3

it's worth a little blood to get your arms free by wyverning

kevin and neil start fucking around but they both really want andrew! (i haven't finished this one yet because it wasn't done when i read it but it is not and i'm hyped to see what happens)

If We Gotta Go (Gotta Go Tonight) by queer_lovebot

andreil teach kevin how to drive and it's so sweet TWT <333

stuck between your teeth like cotton candy by memeyoozi (vernonsgf)

this one is (for now) a two part series!!!! it's pre-kandreil iirc and the second part is MORE of kevin going insane because he's in love with andreil? i need to reread this one. but this writer is amazin

kevjean:

teenage dream by kevjean

kevin comes to california for a visit and he's packing! jean sucks the strap (it's pink/ i'm glad you're not colorblind) it's amazing i have a bouquet of flowers for ao3 user kevjean!!!

andreil:

Caretaking 101: When to Surrender a Sweatshirt by williams_strawberries

mein gott... i've been thinking about this fic for months. andrew thinks neil's about to run away but he's actually built himself a nest for his heat in the tower's basement. it's soooo TwT you'll see what i mean go read it. (no actual smut, just has the abo elements!)

i only need the working of my hands by allyasavedtheday

AMNESIA ANDREW!!! the man who remembers everything forgets what's most important. and has to re-learn who neil is. showstopping... amazing increbdile <- so good my stupid ass forgot how to spell!

keremy:

once in a lifetime by kevjean

jeremy is a popstar and kevin is his biggest fan! they fuck backstage and it's glorious!!! GLORIOUS!!! ao3 user kevjean... i love you<333

kevseth:

Baby Pink by noNic02

ok. this one... made me insane(r). it's not for everyone for sure... but kevin and seth are secretly fucking and kevin wears allison's clothes (kevin is having a lot of gender thoughts in here too... an egg...)

misc:

a detachment and a passive disinterest by memeyoozi (vernonsgf)

not sure where to put this one... kevin is in heat and needs dicked down. nicky volunteers! hooray! but also kevin wants andreil so bad he's insane! (they're all insane your honor) but it's so good? ty sister dayurno for showing me this...

sorry for the terrible formatting i've never really done this before? (i don't think anyhow?) anyway! go read all these okay! ❤️

[sereonhardware]

I was bored

Bonus Skirnir/Freyr that would be on this but I already drew them so here they go

[i-cry-everytime]

Turned him into a cat. Do not know why.

Slight influence from Toralei or the were-cat twins from Monster High 😸

[kordbot]

I'm very insane about our sillyguys so I drew a thing. patches belongs to @hackingmachine , steven is mine [though he's just a hand and bloody puddle on the floor] the song is photographic memories by steam powered giraffe !!

[riggedtraps]

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Lawrence silently paced around his room.. Or.. Office, if you will. It was more of just a place of business, nothing more, nothing less. Lawrence Gordon was not known for being this shady man, well- Up until his divorce. Everything that he did, landed him here.. To this very moment. He stared at the unconscious "patient" on his padded table. He was an oncologist, he was supposed to help people. Not permanently altar their lives for the worst. But this was his life now, and he was going to have to suck it up if he himself wanted to keep what he had going.

Lawrence sighed sharply through his nose. Whether he liked it or not, this had to be done. He walked over to the counter, which happened to be oddly neat for a room filled with malpractice. First, he washed his hands thoroughly with whatever cheap tap water they somehow still had, and some soap Lawrence frequently replaced. Then, he grabbed a box of slick blue gloves— Safety first, of course. Lawrence begrudgingly grabbed a pair and began to slide them on. The stretchable band of the gloves slapped against his wrist with an echoing SLAP! He did the same thing to the glove, and walked right back over to his moveable leather black stool on wheels.

He then slid over, closer to the patient. His hands shook a bit. Usually, he did this during every regular procedure- But of course, this wasn't regular. He knew he had to fulfill his end of the deal. He agreed to working with John anyway, right? He sort of put himself in this 'silly' little mess. Lawrence positioned himself back up, back no longer leaning, hunched over, but now straightened over. He looked at the clock on top of the door. He was waiting for somebody, a helper of his, if you will. She had started helping him with these surgical procedures when he first started. It all started as "Can you hand me this?" Or- "Can you get me more thread?" but now, she was more hands on. He didn't mind it though- If anything preferred it. He liked having someone in there with him. It made him feel at peace in a way, knowing somebody was in the same "Situation" he was in.

The door slid open the slightest bit, a small crack for someone to poke their head through. Messy brown hair, wide eyes, clammy skin.

“Hey,” Amanda spoke, her voice more of a mumble than her usual confident snark. She still wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to any of it. Still, she believed in Jigsaw and his teachings, and if she had to do this to help rehabilitate people, then she would do it.

It wasn’t even forced, really. Amanda had volunteered it. She liked being helpful, it made her feel like she had a purpose in the chaos of life. For the entire time she'd been alive, Amanda had been flailing in a tornado of doubt, pain and fuck-ups, tossed to and fro between whatever awful situation God deemed fit for her to suffer in. However, when she was in Lawrence's office, when she was helping him, the tornado calmed. When she was in that room, doing her duty, Amanda had the resounding, firm thought of: I am doing something good. For once.

Stepping into the room, Mandy cast her gaze to the clock on the wall, then she looked over to Lawrence, fully equipped and ready. For a moment, she looked away, shuffled her feet—they hadn't known each other long, they were merely acquaintances, but Amanda had a deep pit in her stomach at the idea of letting him down. “Sorry I'm late.” She murmured. It seemed the more she said, the quieter her voice got.

Crossing the room, Amanda headed over to the sink, giving her hands a quick yet thorough wash before pulling on gloves of her own. The materials she used when creating traps resembled broken heaps of rust more than metal, her hands were consistently grimy and full of small cuts so she didn’t want to accidentally contaminate anything. Amanda didn’t want to ruin anything. Amanda didn’t want to be a disappointment.

Rolling her shoulders back, Amanda felt herself sinking into her usual role, growing much more relaxed. Walking over to Lawrence, she stood beside him, eyeing the 'patient' before them with a slight grimace. “So, what's it today, Doc?”

[ribcagebonemeal]

oops....... made another!