#*scurries away*

[dvcky-duck]

ipad children

[darling-renyuu]

auron + rook: the tortured poets’ department

+ close ups

did i deliver

[kopfkino-o]

not tryna stir shit but all I’m gonna say is like 94% of Elriels I’ve come across are also pro-Feysand, pro-Nessian, pro-IC, etc. Some members of other side(s) though… not so much. Which is okay. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. But if you’re hating literally all the main characters/parings, then maybe, JUST MAYBE, you’re reading these books wrong.

[casperth3ghost]

@antiquepearlss hiii:3

ive seen ur posts & im sorry youre having a bad day rn im so sorry abt that:((

but i hope this stupid little doodle i did lightens ur day a little more:3!!

[mushyblushyredhead]

I was rewatching TF Prime yesterday at ungodly hours and my fluffy delulu brain would not leave me alone until I drew this… dhskchdkfhjrhhh!! Give the babey scout alllllll the tickles!!✨🪶 💛🖤🐝

….Yeah. I’m gonna get sucked back into my TFP hyperfixation (>\\\<) stay tuned cuz I’m gettin’ Smokescreen next! *evil giggle* >:3

[lonely-linn]

CIRCE

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hypothetically speaking, if I were to put a blorbo who cannot swim in The Great Sea and then fish them out, what exactly should I do with them once they're on dry land and not drowning? The first aid instructions I've read really don't explain much beyond CPR and calling for help, so I'm assuming there's at least a recommended amount of time to monitor for complications.

Wait, CPR is if they’re dead, are you killing a blorbo?

We talking like, not breathing drowning kind of thing? Darn I had a post about this I can’t be bothered to track down lol

Important Medical Facts for Blorbos (and non Blorbos)

If Blorbo is not breathing but has a pulse: Rescue breathing!!

If Blorbo is not breathing and has no pulse: CPR!!

Other drowning facts:

Keep your Blorbo warm

Keep your Blorbo on their side for vomiting and coughing up water

They probably are gonna get pneumonia or something later if they inhaled a ton of water

[stormbreaker-290]

Wait, what's stopping you from creating an alternate version of static in hyades' dimension?

A

Well

Like

,,,

...myself-? ,:3

[yumieio]

Crocodile would have brass knuckles

[alittlerainandroses]

He’s just a little guy

[grimmshood]

a little behind on my zarahjiwoon posting. well. um. yah. and thats jiwoon drawn over hj with his guitar because im fucking crazy

[toast-com]

Sorry for the quick sketch quality at such a random time! Stanley and Monty fanart (after seeing them on the Worldbuilding Community—couldn’t help but draw them). Finally got the time to send them, hope you like em!

Like 'em? I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!

AAHHHH!!! It's them!! My GOOBERS!!! You've got their dynamic down exactly!!!!!

[elderwisp]

finished adding two scenes to the story queue U WAM A PREVIEW? NO?? OK! HERE U GO!

[ursulanoodles]

Shane's Four Heart Event: A Drabble

The day after Shane spilled his guts to the farmer on the dock, he stayed in bed all day, staring up at his ceiling. He was never that forward or honest with anyone, so why had he opened up to them? He didn’t know them at all. Yet, for some reason, he trusted them. Maybe it was the way that they never gave up on him and kept saying hello and talking to him, even when he was a miserable piece of shit, or maybe it was because there was a possibility that they could be a kindred spirit— someone who understood where he was coming from. He didn’t know why they were in the valley, struggling to make ends meet in their grandfather’s shitty, rundown cabin, but something had obviously brought them to this secluded town in the middle of nowhere.

It would make perfect sense for him to continue to open up to them, but he couldn’t. In the days that followed, he distanced himself from them, even though every part of him was screaming and wanting to do the exact opposite. He couldn’t let them get involved in his bullshit, especially if they already had their own to deal with, and besides, they’d get sick of him eventually. Everyone did, and it never got any easier when they left. He was an unlovable, miserable man who hurt everyone who cared for him, and it was better if he didn’t pull another person into the middle of the disaster that was his life.

In the weeks that followed, he drank more than usual— he wanted to drown out the thoughts and feelings that were forming in the back of his mind. He couldn’t slip up like that again, so he resolved to close himself off. If the farmer stopped by Marnie’s, he’d stay in his room; if he spotted them in JojaMart, he’d hide in the back room; and if they showed up at the saloon, he’d hurry up and leave, even if he just got there.

On one such afternoon, he left the saloon early, his head a mess of busy thoughts. He wasn’t even there long enough to get a buzz before the farmer showed up. So, he went home, locked himself in his room, and drank until he couldn’t stand— until every fucking thought in his head was gone.

Finally, some peace and fucking quiet.

Imagine his surprise, then, when Marnie and the farmer burst into his room to find him lying face down in a pool of his own vomit, cans and bottles strewn about his dingy, messy room that he hadn’t had the energy to clean in weeks. He was so drunk he could barely lift his head, and the whole world spun beneath him, threatening to hurl him into the abyss. Marnie and the farmer were talking back and forth, but he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, and in that moment, he really didn’t give a fuck, he just wanted them to go away.

Seconds later, he was covered in ice-cold liquid that soaked his clothes and shocked him into wakefulness, and he lumbered to his feet, swaying back and forth. He shook his head, trying to clear his double vision, but gave up and stared off between the two of them, keeping his eyes as still as possible, lest he throw up on himself again— not that it would make much of a difference.

Marnie hurled words at him, chastising him like he was a lazy teenager, and he wanted to laugh in her face. He knew he was a pathetic sack of shit; he didn’t need her to tell him that.

“What’s your plan? Don’t you ever think about the future?” she cried, her voice threatening tears.

He didn’t. Not anymore. He’d lost everything, including his best friends. What was there to look forward to? He had a dead-end job in a microscopic town and was renting a room from his aunt, and his only “friend” was the woman who served him beer every night.

“Plan?” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head at her. “Hopefully, I won’t be around long enough to need a ‘plan’,” he said, framing the word with air quotes.

He hadn’t realized that Jas had let herself into the room, and his heart sank into his stomach when she ran, her wailing sobs echoing down the hallway. He called out after her, attempting to apologize, but his words dropped off, and he stumbled and sank back to the floor into an empty pit of despair and self-hatred.

Shane flinched when he felt a firm hand squeeze his shoulder, and he ashamedly realized the farmer had witnessed everything— his hopelessness, his self-destruction, and what he did to the people who loved him.

And yet, despite all of that, they stayed.

[bbloveseevees]

My face when I wanna talk about my projects but they aren’t even done yet so I have to keep them a secret still:

[silvr-skreen]

ok one person asked so

Atticus Wing Littlespace headcanons :3c

he's had a few caregivers throughout his life (his cousins occasionally in his teen years, and currently Clancy and Nyx (his husband and queerplatonic spouse))

mostly young kid ages, I wanna say between 4-8 (it can go higher occasionally, but not more than 10)

stuffed animals. yeah. his favorite is one that clancy won for him during a fair in college

methinks he'd like certain kids shows sometimes, but for the most part his tastes in media remain the same (i like watching kitchen nightmares or hells kitchen when regressed lol)

despite his uncle (and later aunt) Prester being kind of a hardass and being strict, Prester was never mean about it when he lived with them

his little age never goes over 10 bc thats how old he was when his parents passed away (sorry bud)

he also regressed during his college years and was so embarrassed that it made him lash out or be mean to others sometimes, he's chilled with age (and after the events of BTL he's stopped caring)

has regressed at work so much and is just kinda left sitting there like "wouh" with no help or guidance.

took a bit of getting used to for people who originally didn't know. now it's just kind of a fact and they're cool with it.

despite being older than winston he is ok with winston calling him their baby cousin (plus he knows its a term of endearment even without the regression aspect)

he and clancy are so good to each other look at me look me in my eyes its about the trust and the bond and the fact they know neither would overstep their boundaries. <3

sometimes he falls asleep in weird places when little bc hes tired. currently the contenders for weirdest places include facedown on the stairs while walking down them, or halfway under a table

no gear (like specific stuff for when he's little) hes SHY. constantly dodging the question by telling Nyx and Clancy that they're all he needs. they are staring at him like "go buy the fucking sippy cup dude."