#(blunt way lol)

[bunnieswithknives]

OH MY GOD??? HAS IT SERIOUSLY BEEN A MONTH????? I am so sorry guys

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[vaguely-concerned]

from what I infer from some of his dialogue, my guess is that while lucanis hasn't had a proper relationship before he has had one night stands and short term flings. and -- listen, I know he's a dick and a menace and probably a hopeless case but please do still spare illario dellamorte a moment of your thoughts and pity for the role of incredulous yet intrepid wing man that he's all but certainly had to play on several occasions for that to happen. there are 100% people out there who were trying SO fucking hard to get no strings attached laid by this stupidly hot emotionally unavailable mysterious stranger who won't be in town for long without lucanis ever realizing it. people who would have remained tragically unlaid if illario weren't there to clue him in.

I'm just imagining Illario staring in pure dismay and disbelief at his dumbass of a cousin failing to pick up what someone isn't just putting down but scattering all over the floor like glittery confetti burning with a magnesium flame brightness to spell out 'SIR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RAIL ME THIS IS AN OFFICIAL ENTHUSIASTIC INVITATION TO MY BED' and having to push him out the door after them like 'maker's breath sometimes i don't understand how you have the wits to grip the right end of a knife, lucanis, they were throwing themselves at you and you just stared at them in mild puzzlement until they gave up and went away go fucking GET THEM for the sake of my sanity if nothing else!!!'

[cake-emu]

Coronation Street | Lisa Swain

Bonus:

the real cherry on top is this example coming up on Google for the definition of 'frankness':

and ICYMI: Carla and her big gob gifset

[natade-art]

okay now that i have a solid outline of a whole story and most of a fake wiki page and pages of generative writing about her personality and role i think i can redesign her again says insane oc zelda maker

[hudders-and-hiddles]

(re)watched in 2024: The Fall Guy

[paninicupcakke]

I Call Shotgun💉⚾️🚛

(BLU blunt trauma one shot + Engie mentioned)

(Suggestive /slight nsfw/ fluff ending)

(CW: this is set in the 60’s & there’s no seatbelts mentioned. These guys are fictional maniacs cramming themselves into a truck, don’t do this irl it’s not safe!)

The three mercenaries had planned to travel together for a supply drop across town for work. Engineer had volunteered to drive, leaving Medic and Scout to argue over the shotgun seat. More specifically, who would be sitting where. This BLU supply work truck specifically only had one passenger seat. Scout made sure to wake up extra early that morning to be the first one seated. Medic and Engineer both walked over to the parked supply truck. Engineer casually hopped into the drivers seat. Medic swiftly opened the passenger door and immediately glared at his colleague. He let out a frustrated groan. There Scout was, comfortably sat with both hands behind his head. He glanced up at the doctor with a smirk, plucking his headphones off and tossing them aside.

“I call shotgun!” Scout teasingly declared.

“Stand up.” Medic sternly ordered.

“No way! First come, first served.” Scout replied. Engineer let out an agitated sigh.

“Will you two quit this nonsense already? We have got to get movin’ within the next 5 minutes.” Engineer sternly scolded. Quickly sticking the key into the truck's ignition.

“Why should I have to sit on him?! It makes more sense for me to have this seat, and for him to be sat on mein lap!” Medic angrily proclaimed while folding his arms.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Scout asked in a snarky tone, manspreading even wider.

“Dummkopf. You weigh less than I do! If I sit on you, I am going to be crushing you this entire ride.” Medic explained in an agitated tone. Scout deviously snickered at the doctor’s words. The runner was fully aware of that already. That was the entire reason he had raced over to claim the seat in the first place. This was a rare opportunity to have the doctor right where he wanted him.

“You ain’t big enough to break me! Quit actin’ like I’m some toothpick. Now quit flappin’ ya gums and get in the truck.” Scout sternly ordered while folding his arms. Medic continued to glare at him, clenching his fists. Scout instinctually flinched, assuming he was going to get forcibly removed from his seat. Surprisingly, Medic refrained from doing so. He took a deep breath and finally climbed up into the truck.

“Fine.” Medic replied in defeat, swiftly shutting the door behind him. Scout immediately perked up from being slumped over in his seat. Straightening himself out and moving his legs closer together. Medic had smoothed out his lab coat before carefully sitting down onto his colleague’s lap. Scout anxiously bit down on his lip as he felt the doctor’s full weight on top of him. Trying his best to contain his composure. Meanwhile, Medic was quietly seething in his seat. He decided to begrudgingly avoid eye contact with both of his teammates for the time being. Feeling utterly humiliated and emasculated. Engineer let out a sigh of relief and began pulling the truck out of the driveway. Driving outside of the base and onto the dirt road they would be glued to for the next hour.

“Do you seriously want to be like this for the next hour?” Medic asked with his back facing the shorter man.

‘Oh, God yes.’ Scout desperately thought to himself.

“It could be worse.” Scout replied with a small shrug. Medic sighed as he whipped out his pocket sized crossword puzzle book. The three mercenaries were now locked in for a two hour long car ride with each other. Scout put his headphones back on, resting his head back into both of his palms. Secretly enjoying the current view, a beefed up German maniac sat on top of him.

⏳

The first hour had passed and their manual labor was all done for that day. The three of them had stopped at a gas station while on the way back to base. Once done with his much needed bathroom break, Scout made sure to hurry back to his seat after getting his fill of beef jerky. Throwing his hat and sunglasses off and onto the truck’s dashboard while plopping back into his seat. Medic grumbled as he walked out of the gas stations doors and back over to the truck. He swung open the passenger door and climbed back inside.

“You seem very passionate about this seating arrangement. Why is that?” Medic asked in a snarky tone. Scout was caught off guard by that question. Letting out a frustrated groan before replying.

“I’ll give you two reasons why. One, because I called shotgun. And two, because I like how pissed off you get about it.” Scout slyly replied. Medic furrowed his eyebrows even further, glaring daggers at the young man’s devious and arrogant smirk.

“C’mon doc, just sit back down and I’ll share my jerky with ya.” Scout continued on, teasingly patting his lap. It was a miracle the doctor hadn’t violently choked him out yet. Medic rolled his eyes and begrudgingly sat back down in his lap. Scout grabbed the stick of jerky beside him and offered it to Medic.

“No thanks.” Medic piped up, taking back out his crossword book from his pocket.

“Suit yourself.“ Scout replied. Taking a huge bite of the delicious processed meat stick immediately after. Once devouring it all, he threw the jerky wrapper onto the floor of the truck. Both men silently waited for Engineer to refill his coffee cup, as well as fill up the gas tank to the truck. Scout began to feel very anxious all of a sudden. Not knowing where to put his hands this time around. He awkwardly placed them to his side, drawing his hand back quickly. He had accidentally touched Medic’s thigh. The doctor couldn’t help but notice his teammate’s sudden switch in behavior from the corner of his eye. Analyzing his hesitant expression and body language. The Scout’s cocky demeanor had diminished completely. Medic suddenly threw his crossword puzzle book onto the dashboard of the truck. Shifting over onto the younger man’s lap. Crossing his legs and sitting sideways, now facing him directly. Scout's eyes lingered on the doctor's pointed boot crossing over his thigh. Medic suddenly grabbed the young man’s lanky wrist. Scout yelped in fear, resembling a stray mutt caught in the doctor’s grasp.

“I know exactly why you want me sat here.” Medic proclaimed with a salacious grin.

‘Aw crap.’ Scout immediately thought to himself. The runner was left speechless with his cheeks flushed red. His eyes darted up and down the doctor, quietly panicking on what to say next. Medic lightly snickered before speaking again.

“So ein böser Junge. I never would have expected you to be even remotely interested.” Medic flirtatiously continued on. Guiding the runner’s gloved hand back over onto his thigh. Scout couldn’t contain himself any longer and began desperately fondling the doctor’s body. Gliding both hands all over his teammate’s thick, muscular thighs. Nearly drooling at the fact Medic willingly placed his hands where he’d been wanting to set them this entire time. Medic snickered devilishly at the young man’s desperate touch and pathetic whimpers. The doctor couldn’t help but find his shame filled, beady eyes alluring. Scout shyly rested his head onto Medic’s shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry! I can’t help it! You look damn good a-and you smell so nice.” Scout anxiously admitted in defeat. Eagerly drowning in the doctor’s clean scented cologne mixed in with a light chemical scent lingering on his lab coat. Medic snickered, watching the mutt underneath him desperately fidget and grind up against him. Medic then wrapped one arm around Scout’s shoulders, pulling him in closer. Beginning to gently pat the young man’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, just try not to get too riled up. We still have a long way home.” Medic warned.

“I-I know. It’ll go away, I promise!” Scout bashfully said. Referring to a certain issue poking underneath the doctor’s thighs. The truck door loudly swung open and Engineer plopped back into the drivers seat. Scout flinched, immediately shutting his eyes and went into hiding. Burying his face deep into the crook of Medic’s neck. Engineer set his coffee into the cup holder and glanced over at his two teammates with a confused expression.

“Looks like y��all finally made up.” Engineer quietly mentioned. Noticing their position had changed and how they were more entangled into each other. Medic gently caressed the back of Scout’s head.

“Ja, I much prefer him when he is like this. Unconscious and silent.” Medic slyly whispered. Implying the young man was asleep. Scout was relieved that Medic had lied on the spot for him. He continued to act limp. Engineer chuckled quietly.

“Well, just one more hour to get through and we’ll be back in time for supper.” Engineer whispered with a small grin. He soon started up the truck again, driving out of the gas station and back onto the bumpy dirt road.

Half an hour had passed and Scout legitimately did fall asleep. Snoring lightly as he nuzzled into the doctor’s soft chest. Medic ended up drifting off into a nap as well. Engineer glanced over at them occasionally with a wide grin. Just the other day, both his teammate's were relentlessly arguing over who would get shotgun. Now here they were, fast asleep in each other's arms.

[happyk44]

Jason who immediately loses respect for people who don't own up to their mistakes vs Annabeth who would rather die than admit she made a mistake

[myokk]

Sebastian had a few days leave from duty so he visited Eloise😇😇

[vimbry-moved]

disclaimer that I don't like the idea of openly assuming things about strangers' identities or their personal lives, especially when you're catching a glimpse of only one part of them they choose to share in the public eye. but it Is very funny when you're reading or watching some interview with a famous person, and they say things that make you do this one comic:

[skunkes]

i dont like when character being blunt/having no filter = character just being Mean, and im trying to find a good balance with that for Talon. I guess it's not that hard since he's not an (active) overthinker and I have drawn him saying things he considers neutral that seem rude to others...I guess I have to find a way to show the opposite, too

[hiding-in-the-vault]

isnt this whole wilbur thing a huge warning sign against getting too attached to ccs, because we can never truly know them? why are we celebrating a few fans putting /150/ dollars + whatever the commission fee for the artist was into a birthday present for a guy who just.. doesnt know them? its not like merch or supporting a creator, its literally money in the wind. between this and merch dropping like clockwork but sapnap being the only one actually doing content (and hes clearly just doing it for the kick quota.. sorry but the streams are so lackluster), im getting really disillusioned with the dream team. theyre literally just coasted by because of a hyperdedicated fanbase they dont really seem to give a shit about. people talk about how amazing and kind they are but are they really? we dont know. why are we monetarily supporting millionaires its literally just charity but for rich people at this point, they dont provide any value in exchange. i think people should really consider why theyd rather drop ~180 dollars on a billboard for a rando instead of charity or buying something they want or need. sorry idk i just feel fed up with how much time and money and love i poured into these guys and in response were getting nothing. sapnap didnt even bother to denounce the abuser he used to interact with. i could have donated and actually helped someone instead of buying a fucking hoodie i cant even wear to school because id get bullied.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a little wake up call. They are just some guys that stream and make videos. You’d think the last few Situations™ would teach people to simply not put cc’s on pedestals and expect perfection from them. But you must realize that if you’re going to argue against people giving cc’s money, then you need to go all the way back to every single sub and donation they’ve gotten through twitch as well. It’s always been a luxury some choose to do because they get something out of it. They were never forced or tricked into doing it. And I don’t know how the Sapnap billboard was funded, but I donated to the George b-day billboard. Gave up $5 because I thought it was a fun community idea, and it did not impact my ability to donate or buy things I needed. It doesn’t need to be any more complicated than that. It’s not a streamer's fault that you chose to spend money on them instead of donating.

If you’re upset by the lack of content, then entertain yourself with something else. People have been saying that for ages. If you think their intention is to continue promising content and never delivering just to squeeze money out of fans, then leave. I personally don’t believe that.

Dream believes he does owe us content, but we don’t get to decide when it comes. And you don’t have to give them a dime for it.

[lionbearfox]

characters i believe with all my heart would be really good as friends to the extreme confusion of all around them

[creepyscritches]

Stinky is in a bad way :( He became lethargic last night and I noticed signs of dehydration (I don't think he drank yesterday???). For the past 12 hours I've been syringe-feeding baby food, pedialyte, and water while keeping him warm with blankets and a space heater. It's been working and perking him up, but he's really weak still :( He's been having issues that we thought cleared up, but he'll be at the vet tomorrow when his doctor is back in office. Poor guy!

[toonagi]

another sketch page because i like making them lol. unagi time

[lucalicatteart]

A few little sketches of some possible school uniforms for mage schools/learning centers for magic/etc. :0c Though because Nanyevimi is so scattered and disconnected, it'd actually vary much more by region (like not everywhere would have a cultural concept of what a suit jacket or neck tie looks like lol), so it's probably unrealistic for so many of them to follow too many traditional Uniform Conventions from cultures in our world, etc. But, still, fun to mess around with designs, and think about which would be most fun to wear/what school you'd go to just based off the clothing lol~

[signorcerullo]

i will not stand for anyone bashing friedrich in the scene where he critiques jo's writing partly because he's 100% right in everything he says but mostly because he reminds me so much of my dad in that scene

my dad would say "i don't like them... i think that they're not good" after reading someone's writing (and he has to me lmao) and he would say "oh, i'm sure they will" when someone says that people will forget he ever lived without an ounce of resentment in his voice because he truly doesn't care about being remembered and he's one of the most beautiful people on earth so if you hate friedrich then you can just fuck right off this blog