#(i fixed a couple of things!)

[sheerakk]

[soepwashere]

Mad Dogz Video Call gone wrong

I could not for the life of me find the source of the audio, so here is the video that inspired this instead!

[waterghostype]

i will only break your pretty things, i will only wring you dry of everything

[geminison]

i saw an angel today. he came to collect the debt

[what-about-yogurt-night]

Wally, I don't think Home is there anymore...

I was bored so I gave Home the Liminal Space Sickness™ lol, backgrounds are a lot easier when they don't follow any perspective rules lmao

I added in a couple pics I found on Pinterest to add ✨texture✨ (hence the eyes and the clouds looking nothing like the rest of the art lol)

Poor Wally just has to sit there while the inside of his house morphs into the backrooms or something, r.i.p. his sanity 😔😔

Even his lovely armchair has turned into a cheap plastic thing 😔

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Pt 2 and the final part of LL Megatrons conversation with an aware G1 Starscream

this one wasn’t as dramatic as the first part but there’s only so much emotional vulnerability Screamer can do with his new free will heheh, thanks for all of the comments encouraging me! I’ve never drawn longer comics like these before and it’s pretty fun so hopefully I can improve with the next comic I make!

[b0nkedmehead]

Grandma appreciation post (*^ー^)ノ♪

[readerconfused]

People with crushes on Luke are all "i can fix him" you guys are so cute, if Luke and i were a couple it would be "i would easily throw you off a cliff if necessary" or that audio "if you were my wife i would put poison in your coffee" "if you were my husband i would DRINK IT"

[royalarchivist]

Cellbit: Dude, Duna is on a phase where she is extremely comfortable here, but she is also in her teenage phase. She won't stop biting and scratching me!

Cellbit: [To Duninha] Yes, you. You won't stop biting me! She tries to the whole stream. When I'm working, she starts meowing to get attention, then I go to pet her and she bites me!

[Translation via @CellbitENG ]

[detshin]

Bonus:

[thelassoway]

Jason Sudeikis as Ted Lasso Seasons 1-3 » T-shirts

[sincerely-sofie]

Quick, post Hollow Knight sketchbook art from circa five years ago and go to bed before anyone notices (but a second time because Tumblr is being weird about the first attempt)

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Happy wednesday birthday Tails, this one exist thanks to you @emerald-antssss :D

^that one post of mine saying acoustic guitar is Tails' comfort sound

[1,655 words]

———

He stared up at the stars. Normally the sight of them would bring comfort, a feeling of freedom, and remembrance of simpler times, but now he all but glared at them with tired eyes and annoyance in mind.

It's been days since he managed to keep his eyes closed for the whole night, or even once he did, he woke up for seemingly no reason.

Something was keeping Tails from resting properly which only made him more irritated, which, made it hard to fall asleep in the first place because his head would just not shut up and rest and instead tried to figure out what was bugging him so much.

It's not that he wasn't tired, far from it. That was the biggest problem, in fact.

If he's tired on his travels he risks dropping his guard which could get him hurt or worse. When he's not thinking clearly talking to other people is a hassle that could lead to a pointless misunderstanding or two, or again, something worse. But the absolute worst of all, when he's tired he's easily irritated by everything which makes sleeping in the first place a problem.

Eventually, he managed to narrow things down to some form of anxiety, but that brought him around to not knowing the source of that anxiety which is pretty much net-zero information.

He had plenty of food and water, shelter was suitable, forecast was clear and he wasn't that far away from civilization if he really got himself into trouble. The Tornado was still in perfect shape and Miles Electric along with his communicator functioned as they should. Nothing was broken, nothing was missing nothing dreadful was waiting for him tomorrow, there was nothing to be anxious about!

Well. Something was missing, or rather someone, but that was dumb. The whole purpose of going off on his own was to stop thinking about Sonic at every turn he ran into an issue with himself. This whole trip around the world was to show he can handle himself, that he's big and skilled enough, that he doesn't need to rely on anyone. And yet here he was, scared to sleep because his big brother wasn't with him.

It made no sense either, before this Sonic disappeared for months at a time doing his own thing, and he didn't feel anxiety then, why was his head actively sabotaging him now.

Tails groaned with all the might of an annoyed, tired, (almost) adolescent fox and sat up.

He glared at the end of his sleeping bag as if it personally wronged him.

Not that he was already at his wit's end but there was always an abundance of irrational thoughts after multiple allnighters (this time he didn't go through them willingly though, and there was no annoyingly dotting hedgehog who would usher him out of his workspace and to his bed.)

Tails pressed the bridge of his nose, as if that would help push the whiny thoughts away (it didn't), and he forced out another groan.

The least he could do was to check if Sonic was alive. Even if he knew for certain he was, the fox mused, perhaps that would be enough to at least mute the storm brewing in his gut for the past two weeks.

Grabbing his communicator, Tails opened the contacts, no need to scroll, the one he was looking for sat at the very top and doubled an emergency dial.

A quick check of Sonic's profile showed all his vitals active and, strangely calm. So the hedgehog was most likely napping somewhere.

Best not to disturb him then.

But to no one's surprise, seeing some colorful numbers next to the hedgehog's name did nothing to help.

He kept his eyes on the repeating heart rate graphic and yawned.

They made an agreement he would be called only in the case of a pressing world-ending issue, so he should be glad and happy his brother was mostly radio silent from his end.

Of course there was the weekly "Hey you still breathing?" message from each of his friends that Tails either replied to with a dry "yes" or a thumbs-up emoji.

And while Tails was glad Sonic was respecting his wishes, not having someone by him physically to tell him his self-deprecating thoughts are being stupid, he falls for them.

Sonic was just fine without him, and he should be too.

He's not a helpless child anymore– he's eleven for crying out loud, he should know better!

He should be able to fall asleep without issue while knowing a sudden gust of wind and a cheer signaling the return of his brother with a dozen chili dogs and nightly presence over a campfire they shared will not come.

Tails shouldn't need that anymore.

He shouldn't be lingering over the blue-coded contact the way he does.

Of course, it could all be blamed on his sleepiness, which in turn was the result of his childishness, which...

This time it was the communicator that recieved a glare.

It wasn't its fault really, it was fault of no one but himself.

He could wait until complete exhaustion got him of course, because one way or another his body will eventually force him to sleep. But the last thing he needed was to collapse in a less than ideal situation and put his life in danger.

Tails gave a shaky exhale, already regretting his choice yet to come as he pressed the dial-up.

Sonic always picks up on the second ring so if he doesn't, he'll just hang up and say it was an accident–

"Heya buddy! Everything all right?"

Nevermind then.

Tails cursed his weakened state of mind that caused him to falter this much, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

"H-hey." The fox croaked, way more strained than he wished to sound. The shift in Sonic's attitude was felt even despite the most likely continental gap between them.

"Yeah, I'm just..." he's just what? Sorry for being a failure and annoying Sonic after telling everyone to leave him be? Angry at himself for failing the only promise of being big enough to take care of himself? Exasperated over the fact his head just won't shut up "I'm sorry, I probably woke you up, I shouldn't have called-"

"No, I've been wide awake and doing nothing don't hang up!"

Sonic urged, worry spiking his tone in a way only Tails could discern. But the openness to just talking wouldn't be lost on anyone that has ever had a conversation.

"Where you at now big guy?"

Just off the communicator's mike he caught a strangely familiar, rhythmic tap of fingers against wood as they sat in silence because the little worm of possibility that Sonic was missing just a bit didn't allow him to talk.

Overplayed on top of that, was him finally recognizing the the sound Tails perked up.

"Are you, playing the guitar?"

Sonic gave a weak chuckle and equally quiet "Yeah." as if he was shy about getting caught over something so benign.

Tails opted to ignore the previous question since he didn't know properly either and focused on the guitar instead.

It's been, quite a while since Tails heard his brother play anything on it. After he received a stable roof over his head and their lives became far more complicated, there was less time and need for it at the end of the day.

Hearing Sonic play, and grow more skillful over the years, has always and without fail managed to soothe the fox, no matter the trouble or environment they faced prior.

But the hassle of having to carry around a whole ass instrument unsuited for those drastic environments that was pretty much as big as him wasn't lost on him. He can't deny Sonic obviously enjoyed playing the guitar, but he knows there's a lot of things the hedgehog did just for Tails' sake and nothing else.

Tails thought he stopped playing altogether after some time, but it seems he was wrong.

(He also thought he didn't need his big brother for comfort but he was gravely wrong about that as well.)

"Could you, could you play me something?" Tails asked so meekly he wanted to punch himself, he doubted it was possible to make himself more of a baby than he already was. He just wanted to sleep already.

Sonic's smile radiated at him even without a visual feed and a crunchy sound of rapidly plucked strings rang from the comunicator.

"Sure thing, got anything particular in mind?"

"Not really I just, I want to hear you play."

The "say no more." went unsaid as Sonic picked out a random melody and went with the flow.

That was until some parts gave Tails deja vu so strong he could swear he heard this song a thousand times already. No need to fight against it, he decided.

If anything, it did return him in time, to simpler times, when it was just him and Sonic and the campfire and the stars with a new day so far ahead he found himself not caring about what it might bring for the first time in his short life.

Even the communicator's less than suitable microphone didn't do the music any justice and picked up every third tone Sonic played, Tails didn't care. He knew this melody by heart, he realized, the gaps filled out by themselves.

It was less about wanting to hear music, than who was playing it. And well ok, maybe there wasn't anything bad about wanting to hear from his brother once in a blue moon.

Tails laid back down, closing his eyes.

Finally free from the unexplainable tension or the impending feeling of having needing to wake up again as soon as possible, It almost felt as if Sonic was right there by him, and he finally slept easy with that notion.

[arinmoss]

M I K U

[immunetoneurotoxin]

ENTANGLEMENT | Part I, Chapter III

That woman — Caroline, curtailing the enigma of her past. They were both one and the same; forced into a position of power against her will by order of their full-blown egomaniac of a CEO. Old Aperture was a long-forgotten remnant in a time capsule sealed away from the era of a 1950s world, but Aperture’s legacy went on nonetheless, stretching out into the subsequent decades. Olympians, war heroes, missing astronauts, countless controversies, company rivalries, senate hearings. As Cave Johnson spiraled into mania and bankruptcy, lunar poisoning was the inevitable fate that took him in the end. Except, a man of his caliber would never leave this Earthly plane without leaving a successor in his wake.

A Portal/Half Life Universe Novel from Chell's Perspective > Where to Read: Archive of our Own > Chapters: 3/20 > Rating: Explicit > Overall Word Count: 39,824 > Artwork by: Narklos B:\> Back to the Beginning_

NEW OVERHAUL UPDATES: Fixed formatting errors in previous chapters, edited geographical mistakes, added interactive content on AO3 in previous chapters, and added in extra scenes.

[rythyme]

really not a fan of boston very explicitly saying "I want to be exclusive romantically but not sexually" only to be told "You're lying to yourself. I think you should be alone."