#...i should be asleep right now

[tathrin]

Don't want to derail the cool ghost post with fandom bullshit, but: imagine elves.

Imagine elves who have seen hundreds of years come and go around them, seen their mortals friends die and die and die each generation after the next after the next; seen civilizations rise and fall; seen the very land change while they themselves remain.

Imagine them wandering down once-familiar paths by habit only to find that where they expected solid ground instead there is only the hungry ceaseless sea.

Imagine one worn down so by grief or time or loss that they just keep walking anyway, surf up to their knees, to their thighs, to their neck: high enough that it becomes indistinguishable from the tears; and still the world moves on and they remain, walking on the unsteady shifting fading earth, watching stars wink-out one-by-one above them and still they remain.

Walking on paths long gone and forgotten by all but them.

[tokibuns]

my hand slipped

[jessie-pop-post]

Agghh.. I couldn't help it! 😫😫💕

I need it to draw Wally so badly!😤😤

Now..If you excuse me I'm going to cry in a conner.. 🥲🥲

Au belongs to: @sketchquill

[moronic-validity]

Okay, okay

2:26, not 3 am yet

Mdni, 18+, again, not a big blog, I can and will check.

This is me being thirsty for Fiddleford and Ford and is mainly just self serving smut (sorry folks, nothing super graphic) thats a bit ooc!

Fidds x Ford x reader

Okay but can you imagine being a second research assistant? Maybe still a student, or another graduate that was a friend of Fidds? It's not hard to convince you to join, hell, you're happy to work on a project that actually has funding. Moving out to Gravity Falls to meet Ford for the first time, reconnecting with your friend, and realizing pretty quickly that the two are absolutely, definitely fucking.

How could you not notice? The way they look at each other, the way they occasionally sneak off together while you're focused on your work, hell, Ford didn't have the cabin sound proofed, even if you had missed everything else, the moans and whimpers were unmistakable.

But no one talked about it.

Fidds had an alibi, a loving wife and a kid back in Palo Alto.

Ford had something resembling an alibi, ever married to his work, with no time for relationships of any kind.

And you? You had a lot of pent up sexual frustration of your own, stuck in the woods with two men that had each other to satisfy their baser needs; meanwhile, you had your hand and no time to get more intimately familiar with it.

The shift was gradual, the changes easily explainable.

Fidds was always physically affectionate, so it wasn't odd when he began to drape himself over your shoulders to watch you work, asking questions and proposing small adjustments. It wasn't even all that odd when he'd convince you to come to bed and cuddle you through the night when Ford couldn't be convinced to leave the lab.

Ford was always prone to impulsive moments of affection, or at least thats what Fiddleford had told you, so it wasn't the strangest thing in the world when he pulled you into an excited kiss when you came back from a walk with one of Moth Man's moths in a jar. It didn't strike you as odd when he pulled you into a breath-taking, bruising kiss when you finally figured out amd fixed a minor error with one of his prototypes.

Nothing struck you as out of the ordinary until you were pressed between them, a tangle of sweaty limbs, your heartbeat in your ears, drowning out the panting moans. Even then, your only confusion was why Ford was still wearing his socks.

[ohplasticheart]

Tell me when the party ends Will you still love who I am?

[royalarchivist]

I was sad I missed the QSMP Award show live, but I'm watching the VOD right now and I am CRYING with laughter over Quackity trying to move the Egg figurines while a very scuffed intermission plays, only for the camera to cut back to him awkwardly standing there like 🧍 before he slowly scoots off-screen.

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Crazy issues that come up when a character is written a little too well

[mellotronmkll]

I am always thinking of this bit where it takes them almost 2 full minutes to successfully start playing the song

[marshmellopie]

haha loser! he's spending his birthday alone and cold! all he has is an old polaroid picture reminding him of the good times, what a slime!

ALSO SORRY FOR THE QUALITY I ABSOLUTELY RUSHED THIS. IT'S STILL MAY 2ND FOR ME BUT I WILL NOT HAVE TIME TO DRAW TOMORROW SO I'M JUST POSTING IT RIGHT NOW

sketch because i liked how it looked + quick sketch of addison spamton enjoying a birthday under cut + more misc sketches because i can't finish any art

i like to think addison spamton was the type of guy to immediately open his birthday cards and expect at LEAST $50 in it. anything less is an insult.

[misc-obeyme]

Why is he so cute? I can feel myself falling in too deep… 😭

[star2stop]

2am thought

[sefynarose]

Xavier…what brand do you wear…

[vigilskeep]

if you took a bad enough hit while dao rock armour was active, could you have scars from blunt force trauma that spiderweb like cracks in stone

[camera-ghost]

I don’t think Hanako’s a morally grey character, at least not how most people say, he’s actually extremely fixed to his own moral code. Hanako’s just a morally strict character whose morals aren’t very good. Sometimes he does ‘mess up’ when Yashiro and Tsukasa are on the line, (Yashiro is actually what makes him morally grey, his relationship with her is everything he works against) but other than that he just has some pretty bad but extremely strong morals. He’s kinda like a warped mirror for Teru in that way.

[requinum]

👁️👁️

[thepenultimateword]

Why do the cool ideas live in my head but don't want to come out onto the page? I'm in such a writery mood right now, but just...nothing wants to be actual words, just little daydream pictures. Also no plots, only premises.

I also just finished a show, and I'm messed up over it. Do people actually just watch shows and move on when they're done? They don't live with an empty feeling in their stomach and their head full of thoughts for the next however long it takes to get over it?

Anyway, that relates because now I want to make a really cool story with lots of emotions and likable characters just like this show, but it's so hard. If only the little daydreams would write themselves for me exactly how I want them written.