#HIIIII! :3c

[deiscension]

@himedachi

The primal urge to transform into a flaming chicken his fenghuang form and fans back with his wings...

      ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ──  𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 (more likely than not she would have interpreted any response as gratitude), Shi Qingxuan lifts her chin with a beatific smile. "No need to thank me. This heatwave never stood a chance against my prowess." 

[alepheath]

they left me near a tablet

[painfully-unoriginal]

for the art prompt: scemo style nico and mordecai? 👀

[nart-is-a-monster]

Ya know me I'm not normal Abt the fic, so here you go THE BLOODY MARRY SCENE BC I've been thinking of it lately :3333

AAAAAAAAND here's the link of the fic :D

And if you see this and have no idea why Varian is in that situation

Go read the fic so we can be not normal Abt the fic together U__U

And go follow @glitter-lisp @eggmuffinwaffles bc they have written the thing and I love them (and you should too) :333

[yaoiepisode]

Draw me some Tweek x Craig pwetty please

south parks most yaoiful couple celebrate their first valentines day <3 look at tweek. look at him. he deserves to win cmonnnn

[mochiwrites]

an mmau drabble.

( mentions of unconfirmed character death )

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Scar sits in a park.

His cane rests against the bench beside him as he leans back into the seat, eyes taking in the scenery around him. He watches the happenings of natural life, seeing families out with their children, couples going for a stroll on the path. A man plays frisbee with his dog, and Scar nearly becomes well acquainted with said frisbee as it nearly smacks his head. He catches it in time, the man running up to him with an apologetic smile as Scar returns it.

The man has sandy blond hair, and for a moment, Scar’s eyes play a little trick on him.

He sees brown instead of green, a red sweater instead of the plaid button up.

Scar feels a bit numb as he passes the frisbee off to the stranger, who runs back to his dog and throws it in the air again. Scar’s eyes follow the movements of the frisbee, watching how it soars through the air.

He entertains a fantasy, just for a little bit. One where he’s watching not a stranger, but someone he knows very well. Someone who is his other half. He entertains a world in which nothing ever happened to them, and Scar never needed a cane on the hard days. He entertains a world in which there is still a plastic ring on his finger, maybe even a real gold one, and he is the happiest man on Earth.

The frisbee is caught midair by the dog, who happily runs back over to its owner, the plastic firmly between its teeth.

It’s been eight months since everything happened. Two months since Scar tried to find Grian with no luck. It’s been two hundred and forty-three days since Scar was left behind, and sixty days since he was forced to face the very possible truth that Grian was dead.

He hasn’t heard anything about the apartment, no sight of Grian anywhere even remotely nearby. There hasn’t been a single trace, not even a small clue. The thread is gone, and Scar might have missed his window of opportunity forever.

Nearby, a group of pigeons land on the ground, picking through some crumbs spilling from bags on the ground. They coo and jerk their heads, and Scar looks over at them. Something tugs at his chest as he sees one of the pigeons lift its wing to poke its beak through the silver-gray feathers.

It feels like grief.

(“What do you say to getting a cat one day?” Scar looked down at the man curling into his arm, a curious expression on his face. “A new home, new pet. A lovely little companion for us!”

Grian snorted as he pulled the blanket up to cover his bare skin from the chilly air. He rested his head on Scar’s arm, looking up at him. “I think you’d spoil that cat absolutely rotten.”

“What?!” Scar made a playfully offended gasp. “I would never do such a thing!”

“You would.” Grian grinned at him. “There’d have to be a limit on treats though. The cat’s health is important.”

“Of course, of course!” Scar nodded along before his face softened. “You’d get a cat with me?” He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so wobbly, but sue him, he was an emotional guy! The idea of getting a cat with his boyfriend made him happy!

Grian looked at him with a look that on the surface screamed annoyed, but Scar knew better. He could see the fondness in those brown eyes, the slight quirk of his lips. “Obviously. Someone’s got to be the responsible Cat Dad.”

“Cat Dad!” Scar couldn’t help but gasp before bursting into tiny giggles. “And hey! I’d be a very responsible Cat Dad!” He playfully squeezed Grian’s side in retaliation. Grian laughed in return, getting comfortable against Scar as he was pulled closer to him. Scar moved to rest his chin on Grian’s hair, pressing a kiss there first. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Mhm. Do you have any animals you’d want to adopt?”

Grian moved his head to rest more comfortably under Scar’s own as he hummed in thought. And then, “A parrot.”

Scar chuckled, “I should’ve seen that one coming.” He was fully aware of Grian’s love for birds, how much they meant to him.

“We’d have to keep Professor Beak away from the cat though,” Grian replied, and Scar couldn’t help his fond little laugh at the bird’s name.

“Professor Beak?” he questioned. “Gosh G, has anyone told you how cute you are? I can feel my little heart just melting!”

“Professor Beak is a perfect name for a bird!” Grian exclaimed defensively, moving to look at him. Scar could see how pink his face was. “It’s sophisticated and elegant.”

Scar only melted into further laughter. Grian grew more embarrassed by the man’s reaction, squawking some kind of defense for himself. Yet all Scar could focus on was how much he loved the man in his arms.

Silencing Grian, he used the arm around him to pull him forward until he could kiss him. It was something sweet, loving, and light. Grian sighed against him, a content noise as Scar held him within his arms.

When they pulled apart, Scar grinned, “A cat and a bird then.”)

They never got the bird. Scar never got Grian, and he probably never will, with the man quite possibly being dead.

It’s not something he’d put past Them.

He watches as one of the pigeons takes flight, seemingly uninterested in the pile of garbage on the ground. Scar follows the bird as it flies, and he can’t help but wonder. If Grian really is dead, perhaps in his next life he’ll be a bird. It’d be a beautiful gift, for the man to finally have the wings he envied so much.

It was something Grian used to talk about a lot, having the ability to just fly anywhere, any time. He was envious of it, of that much Scar was certain. Grian had always seemed so trapped, and not even Scar’s shitty apartment could break him free of his cage. There were nights where Scar often wondered who held the key to Grian’s chains, who kept him grounded and clipped his wings.

Maybe such kindness shouldn’t be offered to the man who left him to die. Who betrayed him. Yet Scar found himself giving it to him anyway. He’d give Grian a lot of things, he thinks. Forgiveness could be one of them, depending on the reason. Besides, Scar is too tired to hate. He’s too tired to be angry and hold contempt. He doesn’t think he could even if he wanted to.

Besides, he thinks he let it all go the moment he realized Grian could very well be dead. He still held out hope for the man, but two months and… maybe it was time to move on (Scar knows he never will. Not when a piece of him will always belong to Grian. Maybe it shouldn’t, but Scar is a man in love, even now).

He’ll just have to bury his need for answers and live.

As he watches more of the pigeons fly away, he hopes that Grian is among them. He hopes that Grian has his own flock to call his family, and that he is able to soar in the skies like he’s always wanted. Scar hopes that wherever Grian is now, he is happy. He hopes it’s a lot better than where he was.

Scar certainly knows he’s much better than where he was.

And even if it’s not with him, there’s a part of him that hopes Grian can finally fly free.

[space-woomy]

Basically what's going on

[the-flys-buzz]

shivers like a wet cat and faceplants infrony of you (hi)

are you good...... do you. do you need a blanket or a jacket or somethin......

[sunset-bridge]

I would very much like to request a Ryuji. May I see my golden retriever punk son?

ABSOLUTELY i love the him

its ok his hand is ok hes just getting the punch-concrete-walls virus from sergio

[kaleiidoskope]

Pawsatyuor door..... moot bingo.........? kicks legsgiggles

..

creetur at my door again… have thgis… now shoo… /silly /j

[anaiaram]

found this meme by @/pocl_v and went into a frenzy

featuring @akalimonera 's chaotic Lulu, still guessing how she looks 💁‍♀️

[moayase]

@umbrellabancho sent : ❛ yo, momo! ❜ a tall young man with a stern gaze approached the girl, hands in his pockets. ❝ been a while. ❞

𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦  𝗔𝗥𝗘  𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗  𝗢𝗡  𝗔  𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬  𝗢𝗩𝗔𝗟,  thumbs  pressing  on  buttons,  the  click  of  them  being  the  only  sound  she's  focused  on  as  her  lovely  little  digital  pet  gets  spoiled.  having  no  fun  is  such  a  bummer,  a  huuuuge  one,  one  that  can't  be  fixed  for  another  few  paychecks.  what  else  is  there  to  do  besides  latch  onto  a  silly  toy,  a  throwback  to  the  sandbox  days.  it's  not  much,  but  hey,  beggars  can't  be  choosers,  right?

sure,  she's  got  some  dingy  building  to  explore,  but  doesn't  keep  the  slog  of  a  day  threatening  to  weigh  her  down,  shoulders  already  sinking,  by  the  time  she  hears  a  familiar  voice,  one  that  gets  those very  shoulders  perked  up,  the  shine  creeping  back  into  umber  hues,  and  a  smile  that  spills  out  before  she  can  do  anything  about  it--  recognition  hits  before  she  even  sees  him.  and  once  she  does,  she  knows  the  day's  saved,  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳'𝘴  𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺  𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦!

❝  zuuuu-ma!  ❞  tone's  bright,  a  greeting  that  rings  out  with  warmth  saved  for  a  chosen  few,  the  ones  who’ve  gone  through  thick  and  thin,  and  come  out  of  it  no  matter  the  odds,  scars  and  all,  ❝  a  while's  like  totes  an  understatement,  more  like  𝐟𝐨𝐫-𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐫!  ❞  and  her  game's  all  but  forgotten,  tucked  back  into  the  pocket  of  her  oversized  jacket,  hand  slightly  hidden  by  baggy  sleeves.  the  autumn  chill's  starting  to  hit,  the  wind  fanning  out  her  tresses  as  she  skips  over  to  him,  chin  tilting  up  as  she  settles  right  in  front  of  him,  gaze  steady,

❝  y'ready  to  head  in?  the  hag  says  this  place  is  a  liiiittle  dicey,  but  we've  got  it,  don'tcha  think?  ❞

[hawnks]

commence: SILLY TIME

[radio-frequencies]

”…I see. I’ve seen.. no cases like this, surprisingly… despite working at an inter dimensional hospital.. hm. Well, what is said creator’s name?”

{She pulls a clipboard and pen from who knows where and starts jotting down what he said a moment ago}

-👁️

“I think it was.. William? He was weird. A literal teenager is who’s been in control of my life all along! It’s.. my luck.”

He sighs, he’s holding his tail in his claws now.

[somniativesect]

💜💤 cant wait 2 fiiiinally get in2 omori man i jst know that shits gonna hit me like a truck once we watch a full playthrough. ive already watched a really good discussion on the dissociative amnesia aspects the game touches on and gosh. geez. makes me wish we cld personally play it rather thn only watching playthroughs but alas...money is a thing

[adorbzzable]

დ .•*””*•𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 (𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎) 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔/𝑣𝑙𝑜𝑔!•*””*•.დ

𝐻𝑖𝑖𝑖 𝐼'𝑚 𝐺𝑎𝑏𝑖 𝑜𝑟 𝐺𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑡𝑣 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝐼 𝑑𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦!!

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒/𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝐷'𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒: 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓(𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑).

𝑁𝑜 𝑑𝑛𝑖, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑦.

𝑈𝑚𝑚𝑚 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

დ .•*””*•𝐵𝑦𝑒𝑒𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤!!•*””*•.დ