#But I was half asleep this morning

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

Normally a week or so after a tropical storm, the UK gets a few days of high winds and rain

so lots of people got very confused at the BBC weather app this morning

[cozylittleartblog]

had a(nother) nightmare

[daiziesssart]

i reread shelf awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction (GhostofBambi on ao3) for the millionth time and it made me want to draw jily being disgustingly in love (again). i am only human

[silvers-not-home]

rewatching double life right now but through jimmys pov and just realized how violently ill rancher duo makes me /aff

like there's no way there's a duo THIS healthy in this series. the whole fucking point of the life series is betrayal and deception and blah blah blah all that jazz but rancher duo never did any of that. they always told eachother their plans, ideas, schemes, where they were going. and even if they didn't cough cough jimmy going into the deep dark cough cough he still came clean and told tango anyways. we have someone who's death is such a staple in the fandom/series that it's become a whole thing and someone who's death you go "oh yeahhh i forgot about that one, how'd he die again?"

they're both so ignored and the fact that they pay so much attention to eachother literally makes me sick to my stomach /hj /aff

like i don't know much about flower husbands but like. i know it probably wasn't.. the healthiest of any of the ships so take my words with a grain of sand here. jimmy was practically invisible to scott no hate love him to death but c!scott IS on my hit list and tango is just so blatantly ignored by the watchers and other members sometimes i literally forget he's there and when i do my autism shoots up like a firework.

jimmy is mocked in a /lh way but we're talking abt their c!versions so that might not be as lighthearted as you think c!jimmy sorry bud so much to the point no one takes him seriously and tango is so forgotten that no one takes him seriously. though they might not be taken seriously when they're together they're still known throughout the server. jimmy has what tango doesn't: patience and less impulsive thinking. and tango has what jimmy doesn't: rage and more tactical thinking.

while tango is going absolutely apeshit over the ranch burning down and everyone is basically taunting him, making him even more upset as if either of them need that jimmy is the one to hold tango back. he doesn't want him rushing in not because they share health and trying to keep himself safe desert duo im looking at you, you toxic bastards /aff but because he genuinely CARES about him. because when they go after scar and grian they want to be prepared and logical about their attacks. he'll still listen and follow through with tangos plan but not when they don't have one, he was so excited to bring the warden to grian and scar because he genuinely believed that they would get revenge the safe way (as safe as you can get anyways)

and when the plan backfired he didn't get mad or upset at tango. he helped him through it with the knowledge they could both die just by one small slip up but damnit if he's gonna take them out he's standing tall next to him.

they never got mad at eachother. not when the plans backfired or when jimmy died and lost all his stuff and had to travel across the whole server just to not get his stuff back or when jimmy went into the deep dark, putting them both in danger or when tango got them both killed in the FIRST EPISODE, activating his curse again (i know it wasn't technically jimmy that died but he still lost a life so i'm counting it anyways shut up)

because grian would've been pissed (talking about character versions still stick with me here) at scar if the roles were swapped, probably would've kept him at their base for the whole damn season actually. but jimmy listened to tango, obviously he was upset but never at tango. he just wanted to know what lead up to that and from that they made a plan.

the difference between team rancher and desert duo is when scars falling grian yells out for him, not because he cares about scars safety but because he cares about his safety.

meanwhile when tangos falling jimmy jumps after him while screaming his name, making sure that if he's going to die it's tangos name staining his tongue and without the selfish intent of keeping himself safe.

because when grain looks into scars eyes he only sees himself. meanwhile when jimmy looks into tangos eyes he sees tango looking back.

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

The background humbled me as both an artist and a human.

This is an AU where Percy Jackson got to grow up with his Dad and brother, Triton, in a Mortal AU! Inspired by Mercy Upon Ourselves by hedgehodgy! Veeeery good fanfic, can't get enough of it, it's like an addiction at this point.

[nephilimbrute]

#02 continue

[critter-covenant]

Two more entries to the critters with bows:

Here's Bobby and Crafty! They were both fun, their bows are probably the most complex and my favorites. Enjoy! :D

[valenishere]

Sagau Idea

I'm not that good with writing YouPoV's so there may be some odd usage of they's and thems then switching to "you"'s. this'll be stock full of typos so be warned

Mentions of injury, implied murder, blood, and implied cult

It's been a long while since I've gotten into Self-aware genshin aus, reading the fluffiest scenes to straight up gore. And theres this concept I saw about where the creator (basically, you) can make any oc come to life and help them out. (this one read it s really good. They also expanded on it go read it too its a really neat build-up on it. this one)

And as a DnD enjoyer as well... there's this idea thats been brewing in my head whenever i think back to it.

What if in Imposter!au where they're being constantly being hunted... after getting cornered in one of the nations (in the Chasm for example) they get desperate and try out an idea they don't think would work.

While resting after being in the brink of death(again) in a place Teyvat has helped you conceal, your thoughts wander. You think, why is there even a Creator? There isn't supposed to be one. That kinda concept just disrupts everything they know about the game. It's a ridiculous concept. In your delirious state, you think, "I wish that just disappears... Then i wouldn't be..."

Then you remebered the curious ability you've recently unlocked in your "adventures". The ability to create characters, with some limitations. It took you quite a bit to adjust to your newfound ability and its caveats, resulting in a few heartbreaking loss on the way.

But as a DnD player, overcoming the death of your beloved characters quickly is a mental fortitude you've developed. And it's handy that you've already made a few characters for your past sessions before landing in Teyvat. It saved you from being one-shotted right from the start.

Although now... You're down to only one left.

"... I'm so tired..."

The mental stress of being in a constant state of danger, paranoia, hunger, pain, and exhaustion have worn you down to a point where you can't even think up of more characters to make up for the one's that have recently passed. You slipped up so bad because of sleeplessness that your last capable party of characters died and a hole was speared through your gut too.

As you lay bleeding on the cold ground, with only a talking mushroom to keep you company, you wrack your brain to put together a proper character but... you really can't. You can't even think straight. Not with the recent information you've found out.

The so-called Creator is now creating their very own characters, their very own people/army, through alchemy, and is now sending them after you, thus increasing your hunters by double. And on top of the already powerful vision-holders (of course they're powerful, you made them that way), you figured... "Ah... I'm fucked..."

Knowing you might as well be as good as done now, you didn't even bother bringing out the last of your characters to heal you. It's not like healing yourself will make you forget about this lifelong trauma--

... Forget?

...

A fleeting thought.

A dumb fleeting thought. A very dumb one at that.

One that will for sure backfire in your face if you do it wrong. And quite frankly, it could spell the end for this world, even for the one they call Creator.

... But it's not like you have anything else to lose.

And so, within the dim light of the mushroom, you painstakingly start to write. Word for word, cramming everything information you know, as deatiled as you can make it into bringing it into life. A character you've never tried making before. Something that could possibly end your suffering. Or make it worse.

You honestly don't know if you're doing it right. After all, you've never tried something like it before.

"What are you making this time?' the ever so curious mushroom asked.

You grin, a manic look in your eyes. "Either my stupidest... or my brightest idea yet."

It's not long befere you finished. You gaze upon your finished product and you have to say... it's even more fleshed out than your best characters. And that quick sketch you drew... you swear those hollow eyes are following you already. That may be just the blood loss talking.

"That's... one ugly worm you've drawn..." The mushroom hums, like it can just see the monstrosity that you've created.

You chuckle breathlessly, looking almost solemn with what you're about to do. Well... it' not wrong. But...

"This is my kid. Their name is... Falseh. Get along well with them... okay?"

0===|>>>>>.

The very ground trembles as the Lord of Geo strides through the dark tunnels, a dark look in his eyes and a spear in his hand. If his presence wasn't enough, the murderous intent rolling off of him in waves is enough to deter any beasts from crossing his path.

The imposter was last seen slinking around the depths of the Chasm by one of the Tianquan's agents. Although failing to execute the imposter the first chance they got with their incompetence, Morax have to commend the Qixing for being able to find them even in the depths of the earth.

For some reason, the land seems to reject his commands from time to time now. He was baffled as to why his beloved Maker is hindering him in fulfilling his given mission but he's just been informed that the land defiance of him is due to the imposter infecting the land with their vile abilities.

Now, he's even more hellbent on making sure to drive his spear through the imposters heart and presenting it to his Grace. He won't miss a second time.

His eyes sharpens as a he a cavern just up ahead, soft blue light spilling through entrance. Tightening his grip on his spear, the power of Geo gathers in his other, ready to skewer someone five times into death if he so wishes.

He steps through the entrance and immediately lands on a figure, leaning prone under a giant glowing mushroom. He relaxes a bit. He recognizes this place. It's a bit close to the Land of Verdure, Sumeru. He needs to be careful. He can't be caught flaunting his power on another Archons domain after all.

Approaching the figure, he gets a bit surprised as they twitch, looking up to him through their hair. They try to talk, but all they can manage are quiet wheezes.

'Oh. They're still breathing. That's good.' Zhongli kneels down beside them, looking them over. They look like they've been dragged through the Abyss and back. Their midriff is bandaged heavily but it's already bled through, forming a pool of their own blood below them. He frowns lightly. It must be quite a big injury if it's bleeding this much.

Wordlessly, he holds a hand over the injury and channels his power. He's not the most profficient in healing, but he should at least be able to stop the bleeding.

Mere moments later, he have plugged up the injury and the figure is now able to stand up.

"Th-Thank you so much Rex Lapis!" they bow down. Or at least, they bow down the best they can without opening their wound. "Any longer and I would've surely perished..."

Zhongli waves them off nonchalantly as he starts to walk back out the way he came. "It's best you get back to the surface. Your injury needs to be properly tended. And I can see that..."

His eyes drifts to the scattered bloody bandages and practically empty backpack. "You've run out of supplies. It is a virtue to you mortals to know when to give up. Remember that."

"Y-Yes sir Rex Lapis sir! I'll get back right away!" they start to quickly collect their things, haphazardly stuffing the bandages and handbook into the bag, being careful of their injury.

The Lord of Geo just watches for a moment before completely leaving, trusting that they won't make any stupid mistake and go back post haste.

After he has left, you pause in your packing, leaning against the mushroom and slowly sliding down with a shaky breath.

"Y-You... didn't you say he and the entirety of the world was hunting for you?" The mushroom hums in confusion, sharing your tension. "What was that? Heck, he was the one that put a hole through you and he healed you!"

You chuckle breathlessly, the manic look intensifying in your eyes as it dawns on you that it worked. That stupid idea of yours actually worked!

And if you can get to the Creator... you can make this whole concept disappear altogether. Forever.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see it. A large mass of hairless flesh writhing about, multiple tentacle-like appendages potruding out of it. It's slithering it's limbs about, coiling around the mushroom and and back again, and around you as well.

But when you turn your head to actually look, there's nothing there. All you can hear is what seems to be muffled humming, an eerie tune listlessly flowing through the air (but somehow, the sound is the most comforting thing ever).

"Oh it's nothing. I think... he just heard something that made him forget."

[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.

[shima-draws]

Sanji calling Robin and Nami pet names like darling and dearest and love and Luffy’s like :((( why doesn’t Sanji call ME any of those things. SANJI CALL ME DARLING TOO!! And Sanji’s like o-oh 😳

[shizunitis]

Writing SVSSS Canon Divergence fic is weirdly Shen Yuan-esque in nature. As in, I’m trying to make space for Binghe and his comfort entity to joyfully banter and flirt in the safety of their isolated enclosure whilst actively patching up the Angst pressure cracks that just Won’t. Stop. Coming. (Heh.)

All the while I’m wilfully ignoring the Endless Abyss rapidly approaching with a hammer in hand, hatred in its eyes and a mission to complete. If I don’t look at it, it won’t see me, is what I always say.

And I’m doing it for Binghe.

Shen Qingqiu is a stronger man than I.

[capn-twitchery]

i think you could win any argument with twitch if when you were losing you just smacked their hat off their head

[luckkythirt33n]

They are insufferable boyfriends, your honour, and I love them.

I read this fic the second day into my holiday in Hawaii and it's been swimming around my Brian soup since.

[ghostwise]

“kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap” for whoever you’re thinking of :)

Lirio has dreams of flying.

Free as a bird, weightless and floating. Lirio has dreams of diving through briny water, and somehow never needing to take a breath. In his dreams, he seeks out red coral, which is lucky, and oysters, which are expensive. He shucks them and finds pearls inside.

"How do you feel when you wake up from those dreams?" Harding asks him.

He thinks about it for a moment, then sighs as he rests his arms on his knees. "Like I've lost something."

"That… sounds so sad." Harding blinks at him. "Even your nice dreams leave you feeling wistful. I'm starting to suspect there isn't a truly pleasant dream at all."

Lirio laughs and shakes his head.

They are in her quarters. True to his word, Lirio has taken to sleeping a chaste distance from her bedroll, ready to wake her with a gentle word when her dreams get restless. Though currently, she's splayed out upon pillows under her tent. He's sitting by the pond, feet in the water, watching little fade frogs swim beneath the surface.

"I do feel sad, for a moment, waking up from a good dream," he says. "Sometimes I wish I could hang onto the feeling from the dream… but my point is, there's good dreams and bad. We just need to figure out how balance yours out. Minimize your nightmares so you can have nice dreams, too."

"I'd settle for neutral," Harding sighs. "Neve says she rarely remembers her dreams. But I can't seem to shake mine. They stick to me the entire day."

"Well, it's all new to you," Lirio says. "And you've had your share of worries even while awake. Have patience, Lace Harding. It will get better. I'll be here until they do."

"Only until then?" she asks, sitting up with a smile, and he laughs.

"You will still need me close by then," he says, "to make sure the nightmares don't return."

She smiles and blushes at that. And he's right.

That night Lace dreams that she's back at Skyhold, in the temporary quarters she would lodge in when not traveling for the Inquisition.

The air is cold, even with a fire in the hearth. That part is the same. What isn't the same is that somehow Lirio is there, too.

In the dream they are both as they currently are, and they know each other as they currently do, except she slides over the armrest of his chair to settle in his lap as naturally as if they were saying hello to each other.

His arms encircle her. Without hesitation, his hands slide over her back and come to rest at her hips, and they kiss, in this dream of impossible timelines.

With shocking detail, the dream paints for her the heat of his breath, the rough texture of the scars which frame his lips, the rasp of his voice saying her name against her mouth. All things she's never experienced, so how could the dream know to replicate them?

And there is something hazy about the dream, like a gesture drawing depicting only loose shapes and motions--possibilities of what they could do to each other. A touch at her waist, fingers ghosting up her spine. Buckles unclasping under sure and steady fingers. Desire, and not a hint of restraint.

She wakes with a start.

The Fade has no semblance of time, but her quarters are dark and bathed in cool and silvery light, as if moonlight were shining through the high alcove windows. A few feet away, sleeping on the chair beside the pool, Lirio snores quietly.

"Holy shit," Harding whispers, her mind reeling. Better than a nightmare, to be sure. However, this is something she will most definitely need to address in the morning.

The following day, Lirio finds her in the library.

"Doing some light reading?" he asks.

"Research," Lace says, finding it hard to look him in the eye today. "Reading about different types of dreams." She clears her throat and buries her face in the pages.

"Smart idea," Lirio observes. "And perfect timing, given the topic. I brought you something."

Lace looks up at him. He's stepped closer to her, holding something out in his hand. It is a necklace, with a small red charm dangling at the end. She takes it, cautiously, already blushing.

"It's called a cornicello," he says. "It's carved from red coral. It protects against bad luck."

"It's really pretty, Lirio," Lace manages, heart racing for no discernible reason. "For my bad dreams?"

"Figured anything was worth a try. Plus," he says with a grin, "it's the same color red as your hair. Made me think of you."

"You're sweet!" Lace covers her smile with her hand. "Thank you!"

He beams at her, and something tells her she will have more dreams to contend with.

[fitpacbo]

Fit and Pac first realize that the other had a crush on Tubbo when they found him asleep on his factory floor.

Pac’s face was positively gooey with affection and worried. The only way to describe him was lovesick.

Fit, although more stoic than his boyfriend, was clearly worried for the youngest member of the Morning Crew in only the way a lover could be. Pac knew Fit’s subtle tells well enough to read him like a book by now.

There’s a moment of relief when they come to the same conclusions about the other. The difficult part was trying to figure out if Tubbo reciprocated their feelings. After all, he had Fred.

[amphibia-a-day]

Day 1181 of Amphibia Screenshots

Episode: True Colors