#..... maybe

[playgroundeyes]

there is always time for another play of foundations of decay

[sleepdeprivedlilbean]

tee hee it’s the little guy

wanted to draw them cause they’re a cutie patootie fr fr

also i couldn’t decide whether he looked better with or without the backsplash so here’s both

headshots ig

ya know this was also an excuse to draw his freckles

and test out my new colored pencils lol

[whump-galaxy]

Idk I really like two characters that have only crossed paths occasionally, eventually becoming each other’s support. Maybe they only met because they each had a friend in common. Maybe they were mixed up somehow and met by accident. Maybe it was always chance.

But, even years later, that flash of familiarity is all they need to collapse into each other’s arms. Thank god it’s you.

From that point forward, they’re bound together.

[ebhutchins]

What do you mean this didn't happen in the books?

(They're like 20 here.)

[hornylegushka]

nah but Stanford and Fiddleford definitely changed bodies couple of times because of that old ass carpet. but if Fidds just got a bit more traumatised as usual, Stanford fr got to be in Bill’s place for once and I think that’s. that’s definitely something

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

need a fic where he defends an ER nurse from a creepy patient

[percylovesblue]

Poor Jason. 😟

The Lost Hero

Readers: Who the fuck is Jason?

Jason: idoNTKNO W

[stabbysideblog]

Breakdown

“Sam.” Dream’s voice is pitched up, tethering on the edge of panic. He reaches for the warden, blood-stained hands shaking. 

Sam paced back and forth, ignoring the other man, eyes only on the cooling corpse on the floor. “Look what you’ve done. Look what you’ve FUCKING done.” He slammed his hand into the wall. The obsidian didn’t yield.

The other Man shrinks away. He scrambles into a corner. He’d never seen the warden so furious. 

“I’m-”

“You’re sorry? Is that what you were going to say? Too little too fucking late for that Dream.” He spits the words through gritted teeth finally seeming to notice the pale man in the corner of the cell pressed against his chest. 

“I don’t- He- He was torturing me! I didn’t- how was I-”

“Shut up.” Sam summons his trident, stepping over the body and pointing it at Dream. It presses against his throat. “I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth while I think.”

The next week was torturous. 

The next month was worse. 

The next year broke him. 

The prisoner laid next to the lava skin slowly crisping and flaking away. 

“Prisoner.” Sam yelled across the lava “Dream.” He throws a pearl. The prisoner doesn’t flinch, doesn’t curl away, doesn’t cry or beg. “That’s enough. Get up now.” The prisoner stares at the ceiling single remaining eye void of recognition. Sam snaps in his face, kicks him, pours a bucket of water on him. Nothing. 

[failvillain]

devil's minion cathedrals, but. you know when armand says ''in the meantime we only have daniel molloy''. did i imagine his voice softening fondly at the words daniel molloy?

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Had to use a third party app cuz I don’t have a Spotify or Apple Music subscription but…like is anyone surprised???? Wow, the girl who loves Lucifer and has a Lucifer-themed blog listened to the Lucifer songs the most, who could have seen this coming?!? Why is Welcome to Heaven so high, hello??????

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Oh boy. Let me tell you, my 3 year partner hates Tseng, Sephiroth, and Genesis.

I love this fictional man more than some people love their actual partners

[peacerisendove]

I live for the Drawtectives calling Eugene(?) their son.

[creative-clawmarks]

yea whenever i play video games i tend to make a masc avatar and whenever i'm listening to music and like making amv's in my head my self-insert is just me but a man and i only wear masc clothing and i identify more with male characters and my fursona is a large masculine creature with a huge scar on its chest and whenever i get mistaken for a man i get really really happy but like that prolly doesn't mean anything i don't think

[death---dealer]

Imagine catching snowflakes by yourself one day and the ape men catch you 😭😭 like??? Explaining to them that each flake looks different and you panic a bit when they bring your hand to their face to see if you’re right

[lawfulgoodness]

My grandfather lied about his age to join the Navy, after his brother had already signed up. His brother was killed in the Pacific, and due to the Sole Survivor Policy my grandfather was discharged in the middle of basic training. He was angry and ashamed his whole life. Survivor's guilt is real, and he lived with it for 70 years.

My other grandfather also joined the Navy and served for several years, also in the Pacific theater. When he got home, my great grandparents went down to the bus station to pick him up, so excited to have their son back. He got off the bus in his white navy uniform.and, to their shock and horror, an earring.

We have family photos of him with his folks, dad's arms crossed and mom's lips pursed. Family legend asserts that they didn't say a word to him on the whole mile long walk home from the bus depot.

did any of your family fight in WW2?