#HIII :333

[puppyboypatrick]

CLANDESTINE I LOST YOU FOR LIKE A MONTH BRO YOUR NOTIFICATIONS STOPPED FOR ME OH MY GOD I MISSED THIS BLOG

OMG HIIIII HIHIHI i was like damn! one of my fav mutuals forgot abt me! HIII IM GLAD UR BACKKK

[dudeswings]

Redwood..

I think telling someone redwood means insane/mad right?

Redwood . ? The deserter of god, his unforgivingness.

They watch with blind minds, I can only lock the front . While I clear their hands, I am the holy saint.

/jt

[r3dkisses]

mod steven jumpscare

[ash-and-starlight]

i was tagged by @ranilla-bean and @erisenyo in both the “last line” and “six sentences” wip challenges soooo wildly rummaging through the 6 5 wips that im working on lately 👀

tagging uhhh the girl (gender neutral) reading this 🫵 if u feel like sharing or talking about your wips feel free to do so!!

[valentinejaes]

S.Coups in Every Era 08.08.1995 🍒 HAPPY S.COUPS DAY!! 🩷🩵 ↳ for @jwooyoung 🎁 & also me

Adore U ✦ Mansae ✦ Pretty U ✦ Very Nice ✦ Boom Boom ✦ Don’t Wanna Cry ✦ Clap ✦ Thanks ✦ CALL CALL CALL! ✦ Oh My! ✦ Getting Closer ✦ Home ✦ Happy Ending ✦ Hit ✦ Fear ✦ Fallin’ Flower ✦ Left & Right ✦ 24H ✦ HOME;RUN ✦ Not Alone Ready To Love ✦ Anyone ✦ Rock With You ✦ Power of Love ✦ Darl+ing ✦ HOT ✦ Cheers ✦ _WORLD ✦ Dream ✦ Super ✦ Even If The World Ends Tomorrow ✦ God of Music ✦ Maestro

[17 carat scan from 000scans]

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Would you draw me some Pfifferlinge? pls :3 they are my favorite mushrooms

Some Pfifferlinge just for you<3

Those are some good favorite mushrooms

[acekindaneat]

an evil spirit and an ex-terrorist getting along? mayhaps.

[rinauve]

🍎

[rapidhighway]

i love your metal sonic drawings a lot. they bring me joy in the dark vastness of an eight hour shift

omg thank you! please have one more and good luck out there warrior 🫡

[basketobread]

i just had to reupload an attack like 3 times. my first year of art fight is going really well

[star-ar512]

a certain kolibri and her storch chilling in the library <3

(related doodle under read more)

the moment before the previous scene:

[solarcas]

Suptober Day 6 - Full spread loosely inspired by the works of my beloved incredible mutual @chapeldean 💕👋 (though nowhere near as good as her stuff jhkdfkj)

Transscript of my terrible handwritting under the cut :D

[Open for better quality!]

October - Oktober - Październik 2023

Monday/Montag/Podniedziałek; 2: Dinner @ Jody's Tuesday/Dienstag/Wtorek; 3: Movie night -> BTTF? Wednesday/Mittwoch/środa; 4: - Thursday/Donnerstag/Czwartek; 5: Jack dentist 3pm (Baby's first doc appointment :'-) ) [Covered by sticker that reads "Beelieve in yourself"]: get packed -> make list! Saturday/Samstag/Sobota; 7: VACATION! Remember: -laptop + charger! + phone. Sunday/Sonntag/Niedziela; 8: -lock room so Sammy can't snoop NOTES: Shampoo, Snacks, sunglasses 4 Cas, !Call mom!

[sekaicards]

what in the world are boops

[stabbyfoxandrew]

This is the first time in like 2 months that your ask box is still open when I get up so now I can finally make a request for some arsonist neil/firefighter andrew! (hopefully you don’t have too many already)

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 227)

"How's that?" Andrew asks at the same time as Neil's phone vibrates against his ear, rattling his skull. He grimaces and pulls it away from his head. He hates this stupid phone. He almost wishes he had one of those smartphones that can handle video calls— 

Huh, Neil supposes he could get one. It's not like it's hard to procure a cell phone nowadays. Not like it used to be. Hell, Walmart's even got a burner phone section now! (Ahem, he means a ‘prepaid, no-contract cell phone’ section.) Maybe he'll look into that sometime. It would have to be more convenient, right? Plus maybe he'd get to see Andrew more often if they could video call...

"Just a sec," Neil says, earning a groan from Andrew's end as he ends the call to go check his messages. Andrew has sent him a few photos this evening, but Neil is not prepared in the slightest for the image waiting for him. He sucks in a sharp breath and wishes his phone's screen was bigger than a postage stamp. He holds it as close to his face as possible without going cross-eyed and sighs appreciatively.

The photo, like the others, is of Andrew's reflection in the floor-length mirror in the corner of his bedroom. Andrew fills up almost the whole thing. He's all broad shoulders and green cashmere and soft blond hair and... Neil swallows thickly. What the fuck? How does he look so fucking good? He's not even posing! He's just standing there, head cocked to the side and one foot sticking out to show off his boots— black leather, stompy-looking things. They seem to add to Andrew's height. Neil wonders how much.

Neil curses his stupid phone for not being able to zoom in. He wants to see what expression Andrew's wearing. He can almost imagine looking into his eyes and the idea flusters him. Neil huffs and holds his phone away from him, sliding the keyboard out and in a few times before looking at it again. It's still the same! Andrew looks amazing and sharply soft, which isn't a thing, and fuck! Neil blinks and realizes he's been staring at this picture for six minutes without replying.

"Goddamn." He curses himself and downloads the photo to his phone's nearly full memory card before going back to his call log. He mashes the button on Andrew's name and impatiently waits for it to start ringing. When Andrew answers, he sounds weird.

"Was it that bad?"

"N-no. No, it's good. It's really, really good. Andrew, that's what you should wear." Neil sputters, sounding like a fucking simpleton. He clears his throat and shakes his head but it does nothing to dislodge the image seared into his brain. Fuck, he wants to burn something. He wants—

"You think so?"

"Yeah," Neil nods, though Andrew is miles away. "Yeah, wear that. And, um, send me a picture of your face."

Andrew is quiet for a minute. "Why?"

Neil hasn't got a reasonable answer. "I... Never mind. Um, have a good night."

"I doubt that will happen, but I appreciate the sentiment," Andrew sighs out. "Sort of wish you were going with me."

"Why? So I could burn the place down if things get awkward?"

Andrew snorts. "Maybe. That would at least liven things up. And I'd be in my element. Sort of. At least more in my element than..." He sighs again, clucks his tongue. "So, should I send you the address or...?"

Neil laughs. "No, definitely not."

"Fine." Andrew blows air. "Well, I gotta go. If we all survive this evening, I'll call you when I get home. Otherwise, I suppose you'll be seeing me on the news tomorrow."

"Andrew. Andrew, hey, hey. Repeat after me: no matter what, I will not kill anyone tonight," Neil says, waiting for Andrew's pledge. It takes a second, but he reluctantly says it back.

"Unless I really, really have to.” Andrew sneaks in. “Bye."

"Bye. Good luck." Neil says, then the line goes dead. He flops face first onto his bed and smashes his face against the mattress, then opens his messages with Andrew. Before he can open the picture to stare it at a little longer, a new one comes in.

A selfie.

[violentlyravenous]

Whumper who trains whumpee to obey with the use of a shock collar.

Every time whumpee screws up a command, they receive an intense, painful shock to the jugular that instantly snaps them back to attention. That usually motivates them to quickly fix what they did wrong.

"Did that sting? Good. Now try again, and get it right this time."

If the whumpee continues to fail, whumper turns up the dial, increasing the intensity of the shocks until they're finally corrected.

Some nights after they've been 'training' for hours, the throbbing pain around their neck prevents them from getting comfortable enough to rest- leading to lack of sleep as they toss and turn throughout the night. Replaying the constant, agonizing torture that they endured, still fresh within their head.

Whumper - whether they feel like tending to whumpee's wounds or not - admiring their own handiwork; grabbing the whumpee by the jaw and tilting their head from side to side, inspecting their reddened, tender throat. They can't help but laugh at their misfortune in a cruel, condescending tone.

"Well would you look at that~ Now you have such a pretty, little throat~"

Physical injuries ranging from an itchy, scratchy sensation in the neck to raw burns and tissue damage after receiving a constant current of electricity.

Psychological trauma affects the whumpee as well; everytime they're reminded of the pain, their muscles involuntarily jolt, sending their body twitching and spasming, even spiraling them into a panic attack.

[sheepydwagondraws]

REACH H E A V E N THROUGH [Helium] !