#( hurray ! )

[gwinverarrouz]

July 22 is the date I chose as a birthday for Bisig, my beloved little sailor cat, and to celebrate the occasion here is a mini-comic about her and how she met her crab fam :D It's kind of a continuation of something I've drawn back in 2020 as a way to explore her backstory a little and it's very dear to me.

(Please watch it in full view, I worked really hard on it! ^v^)

[marieslovee]

Whenever she texts me I be like “YIPPIEE ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ♡!!”

[chongoblog]

I literally made this one on stream because The Power overtook me lmao

Anyway Ghost Trick Fun Game

[maybmila]

Your Supportive Husband Narinder makes me feel joy my vague approximation of a human soul.

Thank you.

THANK YOU IM VERY GLAD HE MAKES YOU SOMETHING AKIN TO HAPPINESS HERE ARE SOME SOFT NARIS FROM AN UPCOMING COMIC FOR U

He was obviously not always this caring and that behavior took many many many years to develop 🤭

[annberr-arts]

I watched skip and loafer and i love her

[liqu3d]

Ship good, might draw more

(kokushibo looks so funny here, the man was too stunned to speak)

[nemkero]

TOTK × BOTW

[pixelgrove]

sunset. valley.

[xi-xi-chen]

[retrodummy]

DHMIS art dump!!!!!!

[novelistparty]

ratios are neat. what's a ratio that you like? I'll go first: heat capacity, which is energy / degrees Celsius. If a building has a high heat capacity, it means it takes a lot of energy to increase its temperature. A building with a high heat capacity will be cooler indoors when the outside temperature is high. It's a neat ratio because it tells us why the shitty 5-over-1 buildings in Seattle are like ovens in the summer. They are constructed of less expensive materials that have lower heat capacity, and originally intended for there to be air-conditioning in each unit, but since it is "temperate" Seattle they removed all A/C vents or ports to further lower construction costs, thus passing on the financial burden of existing in an ever-warming world directly to individuals. (materials with higher heat capacity are generally heavier and thicker and thus more expensive)

[scullysconstant]

I'll let you take Rollo. I'm sure he willna mind keeping you company. Aren't I the lucky one?

OUTLANDER | Where the Waters Meet (7.06)

[sadtimbitz]

this pic is a representation of how i feel w all the b&bh fics and fanart rn

[designationak]

Yay murder drones 3 year anniversary ‼️‼️

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Trust — 2k words

Two for one deal au

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"Do you really trust them?" Your brother asked you quietly, both of you sitting together on the hidden corner that lately had come to be your new "room". It was not yours by any means, and the both of you only spent three nights in it as of yet, but it had improvised beds for you and was were you were told to rest.

You did not need to ask who he was referring to. You knew he meant Sun and Moon, the two (one?) animatronics this room actually belonged to.

You can guess how that doubt rose up on his mind, with how friendly you had been acting with the two caretakers the last few days and nights you spent stuck on this damned mall. They even gave you your own little whiteboard for you to communicate with them, which you eye from where it lays on the ground near the far wall.

As friendly as you acted, you did not trust them.

Sure, the attention and care was nice, but there was no saying how long it'd last. You'd rather die than trust them — which was probably what would happen if you let your guard down, anyway. As aloof as you played, you were just as observant as your brother. Your lives depended on it.

There was no saying how long they would bother to keep up their show, or if they would turn around and start acting like just the same as the animatronics that hunted you down for sport as soon as you stepped a foot into this place. Of metal or not, as far as you know, they could be just as good as the adults you and your brother are always running from. They were bigger, faster — the best you could do was to get on their good side to give the two of you even the slightest chance.

You blink slowly, and finally shake your head at your brother's question.

He regards you quietly, and sighs with a scowl. You watch as he slowly lifts a finger to his mouth and chews on the tip of his nails — it doesn't look tasty at all, but you don't question him.

"We need to get out," he says in vain. The original plan had been to escape during the day, but the daycare attendants did not give you the chance. You don't know how they managed to keep you hidden for so long (your brother guessed they somehow messed with the cameras, and you don't understand enough to question it), but they take the two of you to the daycare when it's day, and back to this room when it's night. At least you think so, since there's no windows in this place. Regardless, they keep an eye on the two of you at all times. You hate it.

You do not answer your brother. There's nothing for you to say. Not like you said anything since coming here, anyway. Although you were never of much words, you used to at least talk to Star — however, now, the idea of talking to even him made your throat close up. You blamed it on the strange environment.

You pondered for a moment, and leaned forward, much to your brother's confusion. You refused to get up, but wiggled your way through the floor until you were able to reach your whiteboard. It was so incredibly dark you could barely see it, but your eyes were used to it enough to write. Hopefully Star would be able to read.

"And Freddy?" you write and show him. He takes a good moment to read it.

"... he is our safest bet right now," he answers sheepishly, avoiding your gaze. You knew Star trusted him more than you did, but you weren't sure how much you actually believed in what he said. You don't do much but shake your head. Your brother stares incredulously.

"If you've got any other plans I'm all ears," he says frustratedly, voice rising for a moment before he caught himself. You wipe the board and write again.

Or rather, draw.

A simple but understandable drawing: a bunny with a X on top of it.

The bunny lady needs to go.

"And how exactly do you think we should do that?" He asks you sarcastically. You know he already thought of every single option he could in the past two days. You've talked about this before. Plans with exploring at night with Freddy by your side — of maybe following Moon into his patrols, whatever that is. You both are yet to ask either of them to let you. You despise the need to ask, you know your brother does too. The plans were not fail proof, which is why you hadn't done it yet.

You do, however, remember Star's fazwatch getting messages every now and then when you walked around the first night, employees notes and costumers complaints. If you walk around, If you find more, then maybe you two can come up with something.

You just need to be careful with the rabbit lady that goes around at night.

You clean up your board, and write in it again.

"Let's go play in fazerblast tomorrow!! :D" you write cheerfully, expression not even close to match the tone as you turn it for him to read. He squints his eyes for a long moment to try and figure out what you had written. He then stares at you, confused beyond all hell as to where you are going with this.

"...sure, okay," he relents, waving his hand. "If those metal scraps even let us," sighing, he pats you in the head.

For good measure, you write again at the bottom of the board, this time not cleaning what you had written before, instead letting it sit along with the new text. "YAAY! YOUR THE BEST,"  you write big and excitedly, drawing happy faces and hearts along with it. You tried to make it look as if you were the happiest you could've been when writing this.

You don't know how adults work. Or animatronic adults, for what matter. Your bet is on the behavior you watched from far away — maybe if you look excited enough for something, they'll let you? Maybe if you ask really really nicely with the prettiest please and promise to behave your best?

Regardless, you put the board aside. You don't need a clock to tell it's late, and that your brother is tired. Moon should be coming back soon, too, and is for the best if neither of you are awake when that happens.

You push your brother with little to no strength, a way to tell him to lay back down on the improvised mattress. He resists it a first, grumbling and sighing loudly as a way to show his displeasure in having to do, but eventually lays back down. You pull the blanket up to his chest and pat it twice, shooting him a smile. You lay down on his side, hand pressed to his chest for as long as it took for him to fall asleep.

When he did, you sat up, ignoring how offended your brother would have been if he knew. You crawl your way to the tube entrance of the room and sit down in front of it, staring outside. It was pitch black, and you could not see a single thing — still, you felt safer keeping your eyes on it for a while longer.

You doodled stars on the edges of your whiteboard to escape the boredom, the only thing keeping you company being your brother's light snores. There was not even a clock to tick.

Putting your board down to your side eventually, you lay your upper half on the tube entrance, crossing your arms over each other and laying your head on them. You just had to wait for the moon to come back.

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You're not sure when you fell asleep, you hadn't meant to. Still, you slowly blink awake as you feel soft red light engulf you. Hazedly you open your eyes, only to find artificial ones staring back at you from the other end of the tube.

You startle badly, practically throwing yourself backwards at the somewhat familiar yet unexpected sight. The air catches in your throat as panic builds up steadily at the bottom of your ribcage.

Moon's face plate tilts slowly to the side, and he hold his hands up where you can see them. He glances apologetically at you, even if all your half-awake mind can focus is how there's a red eyed creature staring at you in the pitch blackness of a room you're locked into.

You let out a deep breath, though, once you hear the cling of the bells. You allow your gaze to fall to the small golden-ish circles sew to the ribbons on his wrist, attention caught by the way it reflects the led lights that emanates from his eyes. You don't know when it started or why so quick, but that was a sound you associated with him. With them. And for now, they meant safety, as dubious as it was.

You stared at his optics again, taking another deep breath, shoulders relaxing and letting go of the building up tension in it. You did not flinch away when he carefully, slowly placed one hand at the end of the entrance, looking at you for a moment as if asking permission to enter. When you did not protest, he pushed forward at a turtle's pace, finally stepping into the room after what felt like forever, but you appreciated nonetheless.

After the shock passed, you felt the tiredness pounding on your head all over again. You thought you would've been fine, but seems like taking a short nap got your body craving more rest. You rubbed your heavy eyes, much more reluctant on keeping them open at all now that there was another person with you. You were too tired to think about how bad that fact was to your whole not-trust-them plan.

Moon shushed you gently, metallic fingers running through your braids with care. He tells you that's no place to sleep, and that you should get back to bed — that it's alright now, he's here. As you simply nod at his words, you fail to notice him eyeing the little with board he almost crushed when stepping in. He pays attention to it for only a moment before carefully putting it to the side, out of the way.

You crawl your way back to the improvised mattress, next to where your brother still laid sound asleep, snoring quietly. He twitches slightly as you sit down, eyes opening for a mere second to see who it was — when he confirms it's only you, he's fast under again.

You lay down, stretching your arm to grab a plushie you had been keeping close these past couple of days — it was a Sun plushie, given to you during naptime and that you now claimed as your own. You bring the toy close to your chest as you hug it, and you feel the covers being pulled over you as Moon tucks you in.

Looking at his face, you see nothing but softness reflecting back at you through now white eyes. For that, you give him a smile. You can't tell him goodnight as you would've liked to, so you just pat his hand before yawning and turning to your side.

It takes only a minute for you to fall under into deep sleep. You did not need a music box this time around.

Already asleep, you are unable to see how the animatronic carefully sits itself at opposite end of the room, leaning against the wall. His head clicks curiously as he glanced at your board, which was empty when he left.

Such a silly thing, but the entire board was happily filled into the prospect of it.

Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to let you walk around for a little while.

[doortjesblog]

I already celebrated your pre birthday, so today your middle and after party

Many congratulations from all of us here dear Sam ! :)))