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[jaguarys]

The inherent eroticism of giving someone else your heart

[fandom-friday]

Ding Dong the Sith is Dead by ExtraPenguin. Star Wars: The Clone Wars 2008, Untitled Goose Game. From the summary: It is a lovely day on Coruscant, and the Dark Lord of the Sith has just acquired the Sith artefact that binds you. You must show him just who's the most frightful creature in the galaxy. I did not expect to laugh at this! The goose appears in (to me) the most unexpected way and it was delightful! I really enjoyed this and hope others do too!

This is the most WILD crossover concept I have ever heard of, and you know what? I AM HERE FOR IT. DROP THAT GOOSE IN THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE. LET HIM DO HIS THING. LOVE IT. Thanks so much for sending this one in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[jamtartandsunshine]

I really want to finish my untitled Jamie has a nightmare on the team bus fic tomorrow so I'm posting a snippet in hopes of summoning some good writing vibes / good brain thinky thinky vibes from the universe

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He figured he’d be sitting by himself. Surely nobody would want to sit next to the guy that lost them the game so he couldn’t help but glance up when he felt a warm body settle beside him, quickly looking down again when he saw Roy looking at him. All eyebrows and disappointment. Jamie swallowed heavily as a cry rose up in his throat. He hated disappointing any of them, but Roy had sacrificed so much of his own time to train Jamie, to make him better and this is how Jamie repaid him?

[alextir-creates]

It is a lovely day in Garlemald, and you are a horrible goose....

Many thanks to a wonderful friend of mine for asking me to draw her not her own Warrior of Light as a goose, but my (the purple and grey goose) and a mutual friend of ours (the black goose)'s Warriors of Light as geese, ready to attack Zenos, Untitled Goose Game style. This was an absolute delight to do, and I'm so happy I could deliver

Image ID under the cut!

[Image ID: A drawing of two geese and a man done in a lineless style inspired by that of Untitled Goose Game. The first goose is grey and purple, standing upright wearing a teal wizard hat, and holding a sword. The second goose, slightly behind the first, is black, lunging forward, and holding a wizard staff with a crescent and purple orb at one end. Both geese have an anime-style glint in their eyes indicating they’re on the offensive. The head of a man, Zenos, is partially visible in the lower left corner of the image. He has long blond hair and pale skin, though much of it is obscured by a faded blue overlay over where his eyes would be to indicate dread. While his eyes themselves are not visible, his Garlean eye (a pale, smooth protrusion in the center of his forehead) is. The background consists of a grey stone pathway in snow, with the brown roots of a tree visible in the upper right corner. There are some small tufts of pale green grass visible through the snow, particularly near the tree roots. A square, stamp style logo reading “Alex Tir Zeng” in red watermarks the image in the lower right corner. /End ID]

[canvasuntitled]

15:26

time is slow. days have been long, nights have been longer. your heart aches with heaviness in your chest as another day seemingly passes in silence. still nothing from him. you stare at the screen, the longing getting worse with each passing second. you can't help but feel betrayed. he promised he would reach out the moment he got back. you've seen the pictures this morning. yet your phone has stayed silent, and it seems as if you had to keep being patient. you frown. you feel selfish. he only landed today, of course his first priority wouldn't be you. a sigh escapes your lips as you roll onto your back, contemplating whether you should text him first. just then a knock on the front door rips you out of your thoughts. you hesitate for a second, anticipation suddenly creeping in. you don't want to get your hopes up. you lift yourself off your bed, another knock sounding through the hallway. you hurry, halting for a second when you reach the door. shaking your head to rid yourself of any hope, you open it. and there he stands, dishevelled hair, a smile playing on his lips the second he meets your gaze. you stare at him, heart racing as he takes a small step towards you, his arms opening wide. "did you miss me?"

[adrift-in-thyme]

how are your WIPs going? 👀

- hero-of-the-wolf

Good! I’m making progress on Give the Lion Fangs slowly but surely. I think I’ve figured out how to get past the part that was stumping me. Now just to push past the usual anxiety/insecurity and get that chapter done!

I’ve also been chipping away at a fluffy fairy Time fic I started a month or two ago. Here’s a snippet!

“No fair!” He shouts. “How can you go so fast?!”

Tears bud in his eyes, born of the early winter breeze and the exhilaration of a chase. He nearly stumbles in a stray stone, catches himself before he can, and keeps going.

Before him a fairy flits, delicate and quick. Its small form glows a joyful shade of cherry red and tiny glittering whirls of the same color flow out behind it. It pauses, seeming to check if Wind is alright. When he gives it a thumbs up, it makes a chiming noise, bells ringing with mischievous laughter. Wind is reminded of Aryll’s giggles when she engages him in a game of hide-and-seek.

[southrobin]

Untitled Goose Game 🔪

[nt-suika1]

I made this custom shirt on amazon , hopefully my parents let me buy it for the "Low" price of 23 DOLLARS

[housewifebuck]

GOD BLESS GOD BLESS GOD BLESS

HIII MAYA :3

Ok well. Someone sent me an ask about buck being tied up and uh. Well. You see.

[tmntxthings]

Chance. Fate. Destiny.

It’s all stupidity. Even the lottery can be rigged. That isn’t up to chance nor luck. But you know what is?

Your family. That’s all out of your hands. All luck of the draw really. And while a lot of kids go without any parents at all. Sometimes I wonder if that kind of battle is better than the one I face with my father.

He’s a man that I can’t understand. And not for a lack of trying. I’ve tried to understand. Tried to ask what was wrong. What was going on. What had happened to him. But he wasn’t the type to lean on others. It was almost like we weren’t really family at all. Or if he had never really trusted the one he came from. So it bled into the one he founded.

The one I’m not so sure he wanted.

Thoughts like these make me question if it would be better if I was just on my own. Without one. Because with one. With a dad. I want his validation. I want his attention. I want his praise.

Approval.

It’s something I crave even when I know he probably won’t come out of his room today. That I probably won’t see him til next week. And even if we cross paths in this house, he most likely won’t even talk to me.

He’ll have this glazed look over his eyes. As if he doesn’t really see anyone, or anything in this sewer. Like it’s all some dream. Like it’s a false reality, one he doesn’t want to believe.

Hope.

That’s the one thing that continues to stick in my side. A bloody thorn. One that can’t heal, it won’t scab over. Just when I think I can give it all up. It pricks me once more and I bleed and bleed.

There are the rare days. The ones where as of lately. He’ll come out. He doesn’t do much. He sits. He watches. Not us, but the screen. The most he’ll do is talk about what he watches on the screen.

It’s usually the same thing. A repetition of the same movies. Over and over. But it’s become something I enjoy. Something I like. Maybe even a favorite thing.. all because it gives me hope. That one day we’ll talk about more than just this. That he’ll see more than just the screen. He’ll see me too.

And all the things that I think will impress him about myself. And then he’ll be proud. He’ll smile and tell me so. I think that’s all I want right now. That. Or to not have one at all and just call it a fucking night.

[nokonomi]

Guys do any of you happen to know a game called “Untitled Tag Game” on Roblox recently? Because it’s a really good game and the developers have been feeding us with REALLY REALLY REALLY good tag modes, such as: Crown, Freeze Tag, Slasher, Guarded Crown and some other underrated modes I can’t think of anymore.

But this fucking game deserves a fandom like Regretevator I desperately want this game to have a fandom cause it’s so underrated, the skins need to be like characters of this fandom. #MAKEUNTITLTETAGGAMEAFANDOM!!

[jaguarys]

Feeling very normal about Razzia and Danaël's early dynamic on this fine night

[habibistamps]

F2U Misc Fandom stamps! You can use these anywhere on tumblr or elsewhere, but please credit me or my website wherever you post them!

[jamtartandsunshine]

Writing nightmares is such a fine line of intertwining all these complicated internal emotions and trying to decide how I think they would subconsciously manifest specifically for Jamie because while we're shown he has a complicated relationship with all his trauma the show barely delved into it I wanna do him justice and have it be cathartic but also be in character Time skipping over complex character development my beloathed

[thefloatingwriter]

tag game!

tagged by @diiwata, thank you <3 basically, you write the name of some of your wips and open your inbox for questions on them!!

even here as we are standing now (i can see the fear in your eyes) [first chapter is posted here, currently working on the second.]

the long af lucas backstory

marie and katniss bonding??

on the subway

and no one told me it ended

tags (no pressure to do ofc!!): @districtscare, @enobariasdistrict2, @bodyelectric77, and @ongreenergrasses!!

[canvasuntitled]

21:17

he wishes he could kiss your pain away, absorb it all so you could breathe more easily. he feels helpless. your sobs echo through the room, and all he can do is hold you close. rubbing your back soothingly, he places a tender kiss on your temple. "it'll be okay," he whispers, scared he'd cause more discomfort if he spoke any louder. "you'll be okay. i'm here, i got you." your grip on his shirt tightens, a sign you acknowledge his words. he holds you as close as he can, his fingers threading through your hair gently. his heart aches with yours, two souls intertwined. for better or for worse, he silently swears, he'll always be there.