#✨random stuff✨

[celestial-castiel]

weevil weezer buggo art i made for my sibling :]

[sparklingpax]

their very noticeable height difference. btw. if you even care

[iridescent-solstice]

𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 🙆🏻‍♀️💝 -` ♡ ´- ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ | ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ | ᴛᴀɢꜱ & ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ! -` ♡ ´-

[shinydrawz]

Yk im curious, to any multiple/system/plural or any other term

How do you know if a new headmate/alter is forming? Or a spilt too?

[resuswhore]

Back on my "lingual/tongue pulse oximeter clip" and "stuff your resusees mouth" bullshit cause it's hot 🤒😩🤤

There's something so hot about placing a pulse ox clip on the tongue that just does something for me. placing it is so intimate, Another reason to get your hands in someones mouth. The mouth is one of my favorite areas of focus in resus, So maybe that's part of it. Their tongue is cold and limp and showing signs of distress related to cardiac struggles and hypoxia. The wire is hanging down. Both the clip and the wire nearly get in the way, but in a way that gives me butterflies. I'm a "give me all the gear" type of person. So it's perfect. Mouth-to-mouth and clearing the airway get's a tad more complicated. There's a new aspect of movement to compressions: the bobbing of their tongue and the clip against their lip, the wire bouncing and pulling as their body rocks. And even a new essence of desperation, it's so unorthodox, maybe it's the only thing you have, And you have to make it work? Or perhaps excitement? A new toy? A well-loved one that still gives you a thrill?

And picture a pretty limp mouth, slackened and pulled wide open, soft, greying lips forced to curl around the intrusions. There's an endotracheal tube jammed down their pretty throat, snagging to one side where the ambu bag or the vent tube is lying, pulling at the corner of their lips, tied tightly in place with gauze or held with tape. Or maybe there's a tube holder around it? Maybe a bit of both, the gauze and tape came first, and no one bothered to pull it away when the holder came. It doesn't matter what, it's not going anywhere. Then there's an oral airway jammed next to it. It'd first been used to try and hold the resusee over until you could get an airway in them, and now it's being used as an impromptu bite block and guide for the suction catheter. It's also guaze tied in place, not going anywhere. And the cherry on top? a slack, hypoxia-tinged tongue hanging out of their mouth, pulled by the weight and gravity of the plastic bit clipped to it, glowing a faint red as it tries to track the satuarion of oxygen in the poor things blood. To track a pulse.

And the process is the best part. Your resusee still beneath your efforts. Hands, maybe gloved, lacking friction in the slickness, reaching into their cold mouth with urgent speed and precision, your intrusion is rough, not as gentle as it could be, taking hold of their tongue just long enough to clip it and leaving it hanging from their lips, drool and spittle flecking down their lip and chin. Their tongue is varying shades of unwell, from a dull grey to a chilling blue to a haunting purple. The oximeter monitor reads nothing, just little dashes where numbers should be, no pulse, no saturation detected.

And then the tubes, all in quick succession. Jamming the oral airway in just long enough to puff a few breaths into their stubborn lungs, so they don't drift too far away. And then it makes for a good guide for the endotracheal tube, alongside the scope that clashes against it in your rush to slide it along their stretched tongue. Then the ET tube follows, woven past the airway and the wire, clip scraping against it, with as much grace and brutality as the rest of it all, until it's slipped into place, cuff inflated. It's displacing the clip ever so slightly, pushing the tongue further out of their mouth. Gauze and tape wrap around it. Tied and stuck down messily. A holder slid in place eventually, when your work becomes too much for anything else to handle.

And when their weak heart starts to beat once more, and they sputter back to life, they're choking on your work.

[sickly-fluorescents]

more pngs! self indulgent! anyone can use! :>

[bishy437]

💚💜

[penpenpencil]

I found a list of 100 Character Interactions. I think it was very much worth it. (I picked characters and prompts at random)

[celestial-castiel]

some more spn things

[sparklingpax]

stares at u with my moe ginrai eyes

[iobsesswaytoomuch]

Being alive is so weird. Like. What do you mean my ears are ringing too loud they always do that girl why do you only care now. What do you mean it gets worse in silence but music is too loud. Brother what PPPFFTTTT EVERYTHING IS FUNNY

[susartwork]

I leave for the holidays from December 23rd to 27th and then from January 1st to the 3rd.

I may be less active or I may not be able to draw these days. Happy holidays to y'all! ( ^▽^ )ﾉｼ

Underwizard WIP:

It's taking a while because I yet have to figure out how to keep the rendering consistent trough the pages afjfdfjdaf

And the dialogues. Ugh, I still don't like them

By the way! Alphys, Sans and Frisk may get a lil redesign for Ch.1 Just a few small changes.

[theanonymousninja247]

Pretty Random Turtle Thunks: Baby Clothes

Scenario: You’ve just handed said Rise Aged Up Turtle a tiny baby outfit. Whether your child, a niece, nephew, sibling or just some infant you saved from the streets, just know there is now an itty bitty baby human within your general vicinity you are now taking care of

*Rating: Milk🥛(aka for anybody)*

Raph🧸❤️: Tears. Just. So. Many. Tears. Makes Niagara Falls look like a trickle. This man is literally loosing it, hand over mouth can’t stop staring at the ridiculously tiny piece of fabric in his hand. It’s barely the size of his fingers.

…Sweet Pizza Supreme in the Sky…

ItS BaReLy ThE sIzE oF hIs FinGeRs.

You find him hunkered down in his room immediately after the news, surrounded by the remains of over a dozen, half started knitting projects, tears still on his face as he tries to fathom the very idea that something can be that small.

He’s been trying to knit the perfect baby blanket, but his anxieties start to take over every time he starts over. He worries the material is gonna itch the baby’s skin. Is the baby gonna suffocate if the stitches are too tight? Will the baby drown in fabric if he makes it too big? Will the baby get too cold if it isn’t big enough? etc etc etc…

You’re gonna have to talk him down a little bit because he’s gonna work himself into a frenzy getting ready for the baby.

Donnie🤔🟪: Just looks at said article of clothing. Looks back up at you, face slightly pinching in confusion, then back at the outfit. Cue a slow curious thumbing of the fabric. Slow blink. Body suddenly freezes. Eyes comically begin to grow wide. (Give him a second, give him a second; he’s computing) Before his head suddenly snaps back up to stare at you and then almost frantically back down at the garment as the realization hits. There’s no outwardly facial reaction, but the tell tale sign is that his hand fumbles for his goggles as suddenly he’s going full inspection mode.

You are more or less not surprised when the article is met with immediate disdain.

Cue Donnie spending hours researching the best materials for baby clothes. They’re going to be 100% organic and made of the softest and most sterile fabrics he can find. And if he can’t find any brands that suit his high class fancy, well he’ll just design a machine to do the job himself. He’s not the founder of Genius Tech for nothing.

This small infant will be associated with HIM of all people and a such deserves nothing but the highest quality. The best of the best for the best. Obviously.

Your child will be the most finely dressed child of the century after being in the hands of Donnie for more than 5 seconds. There will be a fashion show. Period. Being a baby never looked this good. 

Leo✨💠: Realization that slowly unfurls like a blossom in the morning sun. This turtles face is so bright with excitement when it finally clicks that he literally becomes the sun for like solid minute it’s just that big. However that smile immediately folds into that signature cat smirk that warns of nothing but impending deviousness.

Your child is in trouble, for it now lies in the hands of an evil mastermind, hell bent on causing tomfoolery that will last through out the generations to follow.

He’s always wanted to leave a legacy, and he will seize this moment and milk for all its worth. 

All the dad jokes. All of the horrible groan-inducing, eye-rolling, awful puns. All the stupid slapstick, low brow kind of humor are now practically plastered to your child’s clothing. He thinks he’s the funniest person alive and will do everything his power to infect said child with the same vein of humor.

Also, be warned of leaving your child alone with this man, because if left to his devices for too long, you will receive an unfathomable amount of memes and edited baby photos of your child and Leo in hilarious re-enactments scenes.  

Mikey🎨🧡: Pretty sure a missile just went off Because the squeal of excitement that erupted from this turtle was the only warning you got, before you were all but tackled in a hug like a rugby player, pretty much burst not only the sound barrier but your ear drums as well.

There! Is! So! Much! Excitement!

It. Can. Not. Be. CoNtAiNeD!!!!

It’s literally oozing out of him and man practically reverts into a child himself as the foundation of curiosity is exploded, and you are all but drowned in a relentlessly loving sea of questions. He wants to know EVERYTHING. All the time! Because he just - he just -he just can’t wait! All this time to prepare for another little bundle of joy!  It jumpstarts his creative spark in a way you have NEVER seen before. He now spends his time religiously spent in three locations: locked in close and glued to your hip, a culinary cabaret in which you are very much the honored guest who just has to taste test his newest recipe (your taste buds have never been this happy) or in his art studio working on just one more thing for the baby.

He’s designed his own baby clothes, painted more than enough scenes for multiple nurseries to be completely filled, and even written a couple of his own baby adventure comic books that he is just dying to read the awaited little one.

He’s beyond ecstatic at the thought that there’s now something tinier than him that he can help take care of and love. 

Bottom line: Both you and your baby are about to be welcomed into the arms of the most excited and loving family you will ever have the privilege of knowing. Just…good luck trying to get their arms off of you. Because they will never and I mean EVER let either one of you go. That is both their threat and their promise!

Shout out to the besties who proofread @anobodyinabog and @saspas-corner 🧡

As well as the ever incredible @avery73 (hope it’s ok to tag you in this, but I just realized that I lowkey based my turtle thunks after reading yours, and I wanted to give you the credit. Thought you might enjoy?)

[blupeeblep]

I didn't forget my med this morning! Yay!

[zestyzigzagoon]

holy shit wait, happy first birthday to Chasing Sunsets!!!

[firefeelsfine]