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[pressureplus]

❤️ Sebastian Solace Cuddling Headcannons❤️

Warnings: N/A

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• Honestly, considering how much of him is covered in scales? This man stays cool.

• Like a pillow that you've just flipped over to the cold side, but he stays that way literally all the time, not cold enough to chill you but definitely not a source of heat of you're already chilly

• All that said he is 100% a cuddler

• He doesn't produce enough heat to warm himself to a comfortable human temperature so that's what you're for : )

• His chilly ass clawed hands will creep up your warm sides and squeeze, already pushing up against you because GOD you are just a cute little toasty thing, aren't you?

• Has probably snuck up on and spooked you with the former bullet point

• If you aren't careful he will just grab you and stick you in his coat so he can have you with him for the day

• Wants to cuddle frequently, even if it's just holding your hand, he'll take what he can get

• Man's starved for any affection, please treat him like he's desirable and not a giant fish creature

• The way he curls up with you under the blankets in his makeshift bed, snuggling in the back room behind his shop that he calls his own, is so loving and sweet when no one's looking

• He's mean and sassy and rude but when you're having the good snuggle time you aren't getting a WORD of it, he needs the good touch and isn't gonna push it

• You only get any of this if he trusts you. A lot.

• He wraps his body around you like a Snek, frequently doing those little tongue flickies

• The ear fins? Wiggling. The fishy tail? Waggling. It's very easy to guess how pleased he is with any amount of affection and attention that you have to give him

•. . . No matter how hard he tries to convince you like five minutes after you're done that he finds you annoying, know that he loves you, it's just hard for him to admit he likes the attention verbally

• Holds you like you're a beautiful ocean treasure and he is the sea monster that guards it ❤️

[jackoffalope-2]

I uh wanted to share something I drew here :P

Yeah

Also it's based off that Ivan the Terrible painting thing

[ad0niscrow]

Shout-out to Resident Lover. Thank you @resident-lover for this masterpiece.

[blackberrydeer]

[charles-leclerc-please-shave]

You guys need to talk less about who the best driver is (ontologically wrong question, boring, can lead to arguments with your boss's boss - no I am absolutely not speaking from experience on that last one) and start talking more about which driver has the prettiest mother (fun, exposes you to MILFs that aren't near your area, would embarrass at least 50% of the grid which to me can only be a positive). For example, have you seen Ocon's mom?

[imasillygooose]

Here's your daily picture of Jon Matteson

He looks so distressed??? Somebody help him?????

[anyreiart]

Suptober Day One

So I'm trying to attempt doing suptober this year (oh man... why am I doing this to myself) and I hope I can do this in between bangs, work and life! Anyway my plan is to make cute illustration for every prompt, no idea if that works. And without further blabla, here is my attempt one!

[canthavetoomuchchaos]

Not a bad kid

ANGST ANGST ANGST

Set in teenage years.

Darlin + David

I strongly follow the "Darlin and David are siblings" thingy. This is set when both are around 14 ish.

Tw/Cw: mentions of abuse, fear, injuries, brief mentions of dying,

David and Gabe are sleeping, that is until they both hear frantic knocking at the front door.

David is sound asleep, snoozing away under his blanket, his dad in the next room over doing the same. Both are awoken by fast, frantic, and harsh knocking on their front door. David sits up blearily and walks to his door, waiting for his dad to pass him so he can follow.

"David, don't come down until I know who it is alright?" David nods and waits. Gabe opens the door and immediately a person is falling into him. He grips their shoulders, eyes wide as they are frantically begging for his help. Gabe is quick to shut the door.

"David- come down here, get the first aid kit under the kitchen sink, quickly." He's calm, carefully carrying his young pack member to their living room, setting them gently on the couch, ignoring the thought that their blood and the mud is ruining it. They're still crying, clinging to his shoulders, but they're frantically muttering now. The same thing, over and over and over again.

"I'm sorry- 's not my fault- didn't study hard enough- please, please I didn't mean to." Gabe is mortified. They're like this because of a bad grade on something? Or is he hearing wrong? David returns with the first aid kit.

"David, come sit by their head, keep them awake if they start to fall asleep. They may be concussed." David does as his father requested him and sits by their head. Gabe, very gently, starts to peel away their drenched shirt, pulling it up to get a view of their abdomen. Cuts, bruises and scratches, along with long healed scars are all over their skin. He presses into the biggest wound on their side, steadily oozing blood. He barely hears David gag. As he presses against them they let aout a very sharp yelp, he can hear their wolf slightly come through it. He looks up about to apologize, but they look horrified that they even made the sound in the first place.

"'m sorry- I didn't mean to- I was just- please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to growl-" David takes the liberty of trying to soothe them, doing what his dad does to him when he's sick, running his hands along their scalp. They freeze but withing seconds they are leaning into his gentle hand. Gabe continues his work on their wounds.

About fifteen minutes later Gabe is almost finished when David tenses from his quiet, almost one-sided conversation.

"...Dad...Dad you gotta hear this." His face is sombre for a fourteen year old. Gabe frowns and leans towards them.

"can you say that one more time? You mum ked a little there. " David asks them quietly. They frown and speak, this time slightly louder than before, attempting to help him understand.

"...got a c- on a math test. My parents were.....not pleased to say the least. That's why I'm like this. My....dad...chased me here. I don't know if he's still here or not, I don't think he'll try to come inside though.." they're breathy, and tired, but they enunciate perfectly.

Gabe freezes, his mind reeling, their dad did this to them? This child is beaten bruised and bloody because they got one bad grade? For the first time ever in the history of the Shaw wolf pack, there will now be a banishing of a wolf. This child will stay, they aren't safe at home. This actually helps explain a lot of their behaviors, constantly being quiet, keeping away from the other kids, flinching if Asher is just a little too loud. It all makes sense.

"Kid, I know you live with your dad, is there anyone else there besides you and him?" He's cautious, voice a low, gentle timbre. They shake their head.

"just my stepmom, she eggs him on, doesn't help. wont miss me if I die right here, she hates me anyway" Gabe fails to hide his frustrated expression, glad their stable and their eyes are closed as they relax and relish in the safety of his house.

"I'm glad you came to me, kid. You won't have to go back there ever again. I swear on it." His face is set in a tense but gentle expression. He turns to David.

"take them to the guest bedroom, give them some clothes, they may not fit but work with what you've got please. " David nods and gently helps the young wolf. They both pause as Gabe speaks

"your tough kid. Like a tank, stay that way." They nod and continue their way upstairs with David's assistance.

While they are upstairs Gabe grabs his phone and calls his beta (I can't remember Ashers dad's name if it was ever mentioned so here's a random one) Daniel. He picks up quickly and Gabe explains the situation, Daniel is quick to ask if Gabe needs his help. Gabe denies and asks him to please schedule a formal pack meeting for tomorrow afternoon, all wolves required to attend. There's a small yell from upstairs and he's quickly hanging up.

"David? Everything alright up there?" He's on the bottom steps, carefully making his way up. David pops his head out, a small grimacing smile on his face.

"they shifted, their injuries don't seem to have transferred as harshly but they jumped on the bed and I think it hurt a little. They're fine though. I think." Gabe nods and ruffles David's hair.

"let them rest, you can go to sleep, I'm gonna stay in here with them, the door will stay open all night if you need anything." David nods, a small confused frown on his lips.

"why're you staying with them? They'll be sleeping." Gabe smiles at his young son's confusion.

"because if they have a nightmare or wake up randomly, I want them to know where they are and that they're safe. Now go to sleep." David nods and gives his dad a brief hug, leaving to his own room down the hall.

The next morning Gabe is making breakfast as Tank as he has decided to call them, stumbles into the kitchen. They freeze as they realize he's also in the kitchen. Their eyes widen as their bleary, sleep ridden eyes don't comprehend that they're not home.

"I'm sorry, I woke up late, I'll have breakfast done really quick I promise. You don't have to-" they are cut off by Gabe gently laying a hand on their shoulder.

"hey, it's okay, you're not at home anymore kid. You don't have to do anything right now. Go sit on the couch, watch some TV." They hesitate but listen nonetheless. Gabe sighs and continues to make food, not surprised in the slightest that his son is sleeping in.

Later, as Gabe is getting ready for the pack meeting, both kids come up to him, curious. David is the first to speak up as Tank catches their breath, side sore from their wound.

"where are you going dad?" Gabe looks up from his combat boots, his face set. He's mentally preparing for the meeting.

"Got a meeting, scheduled it last night." The kids frown, confused. David, again, speaks up first.

"..can we go?" Gabe hesitates and looks to Tank.

"...will you be okay? You'll stay by me the whole time." They think for a moment, then nod. They haven't spoken since that morning.

"alright, get your shoes on. Let's go." Both kids scramble for their shoes, trying to get them on as fast as possible.

As they arrive to the Den, Gabe reminds both kids to stay close, this is a serious meeting and there wasn't supposed to be kids in the first place. As they walk in, Tank's parents both rush up, fake relief written across both of their faces. Gabe pushes Tank behind him, standing tall. A harsh glare pointed at them. He makes sure that his eyes say all that need to be said. 'you will not touch this child ever again.'

Gabe guides Tank and David to the front of the room. Reminding David to keep a gentle grip on Tank, as their still slightly hurt. He walks up to his podium, clearing his throat and waiting for silence. As the silence falls his eyes land on Tank's dad, specifically his hands, bruised knuckles, cuts here and there along his arms, and a very painful looking wolf bite on his bicep. Tank sure gave a fight before running. He took a breath and started to speak.

"I'm sorry for calling this meeting on such short notice, but it has come to my attention, that some pack members do not seem to grasp what parenting is meant to look like. [Tank's parents] I have the unfortunate duty of dishonorably banishing you from my pack and any Shaw land or property. I want to make this clear to everyone in this pack, I will tolerate a lot. I will never tolerate abuse of any kind." He turns to Tank and beckons them forward, they stand, walking slowly toward him, their face still badly bruised and the cuts now scabbed.

"this is Tank. Your child. You will no longer be allowed near them, nor will you have custody of them. I will take them as my own. You are never to return here, and if I hear that you have, you will be reported to the department. Thank you, goodbye." He dismissed their parents. The two hesitates, then Tank's father lunged, yelling harsh words and horrible names at them. Gabe shifts, a giant wolf now standing over the fallen child, as he snarls, his beta shifts as well, gently using his snout to push the children away, whilst keeping an eye on his Alpha in case he needs assistance. As the father backs down, backing away, he continues to yell things a child should never have directed at them.

Later when they get back to the Shaw house they are laying on the cold kitchen floor, the chill helping soothe the ache in their side. They have a content smile

Safe.

______

The end was a little rushed but oh well!! Hope you like it!!

[ponyboysponycake]

The Outsiders pool day hc part 2

Sodapop stays in the pool the entire time. You can hardly get him out at the end of the day and he will not eat unless you promise at lest three time that he can get back in.

Darry is the casual enjoy he likes to kick back and relax.He will play if the gang ask but pool day means relaxing for Darry.

Ponyboy likes playing all the pool games. It's his favorite part. chicken? marco polo? just plain tackling people? He'll do it all.

Johnny is one of those people that says there one for pool games but when it comes down to it he usually chills on the sides. no one knows if he's actually playing or not.

Two-bit is one of those people that splashes people all the time even though they tell him to stop. He annoys everyone he goes with but he always brings the best boze so they don't complain.

Dally only comes to show off and if he's there for any other reason he always looks amazing and it drives everyone insane.

Steve is exactly the same as ponyboy and it is amazing to watch when them play chicken together.

[md31nh3vn]

cutieful

[tygin-ant]

You know what? Screw posting only "good" art that people will like! I'm going to be mainly posting art of my yet to be made comic character blorbo that only I and like- 4 other people care about

The blorbo in question :>

Don't mind me! Just shoving Mochi into the spotlight finally

Might infodump about their story (Dreams of Another Me) in a later post

[bookdragon369]

Ramble on the Ithaca Saga!

The Challenge

Penelope! So happy to finally see her! Absolutely love her design guys what the heck–

Penelope singing “waiting” to the same melody as Anticlea (Odysseus’s mom) makes so much sense to me. When Odysseus left, they had to support each other and it makes sense that they bonded and confined to each other a lot on top of being family.

Hold Them Down

O.O

Honestly, wow. Just. Wow. 

I love how this song addresses how much of a threat the suitors were. They would not take no for an answer. They planned to kill Telemachus multiple times. And they would have forced Penelope if they could get away with it. The Greeks had really strict rules on hospitality

Also, I would like to add that I recognized wolfythewitch’s animatic from the way they drew the food and the suitors’ noses. I don’t know why that stood out to me so much

Great detail in how Antinous died by an arrow to the throat. Very accurate

Odysseus

BOSS BATTLE!!!

The chorus chanting “O-dee-sse-us” in the background THE SAME WAY they chant “Po-lee-phe-mus” in Survive from the Cyclops Saga was absolute gold. Because Odysseus is the monster now (rawr rawr)

He just had to get up and personal in “You don't think I know my own palace? / I BUILT IT!” Drama queen

Telemachus Telemachus Telemachus ! Probably my favorite character in Epic! Love his intro.

poor baby did not get the ruthlessness memo thou

I Can’t Help But Wonder

I refuse to rank the songs of this Saga because it may physically pain me, but this song is definitely one of my top ten for the musical

Absolutely bawled my eyes out when Odysseus and Telemachus finally hugged!

Love how this song shows the (new) bond between father and son. And it’s such a sharp contrast to the previous song; really emphasises how much his family means to Odysseus

Athena! Reunion! In the words of my friend, so glad that she has a physical reminder of how much she changed and the consequences she faced for going against Zeus in God Games. Also glad that Odysseus and she got to make up, altogether it’s not instant forgiveness. They both hurt each other a lot, but they mean so much to the other. <3

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again

Again, bawled my eyes out. 

Penelope and Odysseus dueting, chef’s kiss

I love the instrumentals in this song. Everytime each character speaks, you can really distinguish the viola and guitar and their signature motifs

Penelope testing Odysseus with the olive tree wedding bed was probably one of my favorite moments. 

How I think it went down:

While I love how everyone’s like “Penelope was testing to see if it was really Odysseus”, I think it would be really funny if Penelope immediately recognizes Odysseus, but Odysseus is being depressed, so she snaps him out of it.

I also like how Penelope added "waiting~ for you" to contrast with Odysseus's "waiting for love"

I love how the last lines of the musical are “I love you”. It shows how much devotion Odysseus has and how much he cares for and prioritizes Penelope. The Odyssey could easily be argued for one of the greatest love stories, on both Odysseus and Penelope’s fronts.

[azaenya]

Disability is a Spectrum

A little half-vent piece about how my disability can feel.

There's always a misconception about disabilities, especially invisible ones. Some days, I can walk perfectly fine without a need for a cane. Other days, I crash to the ground like a puppet with their strings cut, which makes Sandrone an apt self-insert.

Doctors, at least the ones in the US, are the worst people to have these misconceptions. If you're disabled, but having a good day, on your disability check-up, you might as well be fucking yourself over, because they'll see your good day and decide you don't need help anymore, or something akin to that. They'll happily take your money though.

A friend of mine has to wear themselves down to prove they're disabled, then they're out for the week recovering. Luckily they have a support system.

A while back when I was ignorant to the inherent injustices of our medical system, I personally tried to get my disabilities checked out, but all that they said was I was "high-functioning". The doctor/psychiatrist never really spoke to me, he just talked at me, you know, the girl that loses speech sometimes. But because I couldn't express myself well, I got a misdiagnosis, which has been fucking my life currently.

Bah, it's a fuckin mess.

Whatever, I'm done now. I do hope you enjoyed the art

[sunny374940]

Orphans and foundlings

(So I've never written fanfic but these two have taken my brain hostage and here is the result. What if Emmrich and Rook had a baby. Where would they even get a baby?. It got away from me, so the rest is under a cut. Whoever happens to read this, enjoy :) )

Something strange was happening at the front door. Instead of the thundering of feet followed by a hug attack (which usually knocked anything he foolishly forgot to let go of right out of Emmrich's hands) that normally came after Rook's return home from an expedition, there was almost complete silence, broken only by an occasional muttered word.

Emmrich got up from his armchair to investigate, but before he could walk out of the living room, Rook entered, smiling sheepishly. There was something strapped to his chest, a definitely novel way of carrying one's belongings, Emmrich thought.

“Hi, Emmrich,” Rook whispered.

“Hello, my dear,” Emmrich whispered back. “Would you mind telling me why we are whispering?”

“I don’t want to wake her up,” Rook answered.

“Wake who up? And what is that on your chest? Do you tire of carrying a backpack the usual way?” A crease appeared between Emmrich's brows at Rook's strange behavior.

“That’s a baby,” Rook said, looking down at the bundle on his chest as if to check. “Yeah, definitely a baby,” he grinned.

Emmrich gaped at him. “And might I ask why you have a baby strapped to your chest?”

“Well, Myrna taught me how to wrap her, it helps her sleep, you know. And it keeps my hands-”

“Dearest, I believe you are being deliberately obtuse,” Emmrich interrupted. “Even though the fact that Myrna knows how to wrap infants is interesting, I would prefer to know why you specifically have a baby I have never seen?”

Rook's smile faltered. He looked to the side anxiously before speaking up. “Remember the researcher, Ingellvar? They found him abandoned in the crypts as a baby, did you know that?”

“As a matter of fact I did, what does he have to do with-” Emmrich's hands flew to his mouth. “Oh no,” he whispered.

Rook looked at him with a rage in his eyes. Were there tears, threatening to overflow?

“Oh yeah,” he said darkly. “I dropped by to see Myrna and Vorgoth on my way home and I visited the Memorial gardens to give some flowers to your parents… it was late, there were no people around and I heard something weird from the lower crypts, so I went to have a look and-” Rook's voice cracked, a few tears spilling down his cheeks. “She was there all alone, Emmrich, someone left her! How can someone just leave a baby like that?” He sighed, shakily. “So I took her with me. She seems to like me well enough, if the last few days are anything to go by. Don't you, little Ellie?” He added, addressing the baby girl that was just starting to stir.

Emmrich was stunned into silence. He looked dumbly between Rook and the girl, as finally his mind latched onto a thought he could manage to deal with at the moment.

“Ellie?” he questioned.

“Yeah, short for Elanora, you know. Like your mum. Seemed appropriate since I found her after visiting your parents. Is it a problem?” He asked, searching Emmrich's face for a clue as to how he felt.

“N-no, not at all,” stammered Emmrich. “Excuse me for a moment, please, I need some air!”

Emmrich practically ran out of the house and into the garden. He ended up sitting on a bench under a cherry tree, which was just beginning to bloom.

His thoughts were moving rapid-fire, colliding with one another, it was like a thousand bees inside of his skull. He put his face in his hands. What would they do with a baby? But he couldn't have a child at his age! Why did Rook have to find her? Why did he have to bring her here? Oh, but that was so unfair to the poor child. No, but they couldn't take on such a responsibility. Could they find her parents? Even if they did, they have shown clear disdain for her safety. She needed someone to cherish her, not toss her away. Oh. Oh no. He was not going to be able to convince Rook to give her to someone else to raise, he saw the adoration in his eyes when he looked at little Elanora. Curse Rook for choosing this name, how was Emmrich supposed to be reasonable under such circumstances. Someone had to be reasonable and it clearly wasn't going to be-

His thoughts were interrupted by Rook sitting down next to him with Ellie in his arms.“You know, Emmrich, you think so loudly you didn't even hear us come down here,” Rook chuckled, placing a hand at Emmrich's knee. He looked aside for a moment. “Did you get enough air or should we leave?”

Emmrich looked wearily into the distance. “I'm not sure more air would help. Rook, what are your plans with the little one? You can't expect me to become a father at my age! I am too old for this!” His voice tightened. “What would become of her if something were to happen to us?”

“Emmrich, that is a risk every parent takes,” Rook squeezed Emmrich's knee and continued. “But it doesn't mean you don't get to try to be there for the kid, right? Besides, we already have Manfred, you know you can do it.”

Emmrich sighed, raising his eyes to meet Rook's for the first time since he sat down next to him.

“I believe there is no convincing you to reconsider? This may not be the wisest decision. Can you imagine the responsibility? The sleepless nights?”

“Hello, have you met me?” laughed Rook. “Wise decisions don't come easy around me. But I know we can make this work. For her,” he said, as he looked at the girl who was currently occupied by trying to remove the clasps of his coat.

“So what do you think? We already have a skeleton son, what about a flesh and blood daughter?” The hope in Rook's voice was almost palpable.

“I-” Emmrich stammered once again. “I think I would like that, my love. But you must allow me to worry at least a little bit.”

Rook flung himself around Emmrich's neck, as much as the baby on his lap would allow, and found himself on the receiving end of a quite enthusiastic kiss.

“Now,” Rook chuckled, “do you want to be the one to tell Manfred he has a little sister?”

“Gladly,” answered Emmrich with a warm smile, as he led the way back into the house.

[blackberrydeer]

I love how some characters have a 180 and, like, become totally different from what they used to be, while Joel decided to do a 180 but rolled too much and made a 360.

Joel's entire mind in the first episode:

Joel in the following episodes:

Joel's entire mind in the last episode:

[alnstyuri]

mouthwashing fandom i am desperately asking which pokemon swansea and daisuke are out of the ones that can be caught in scarlet and violet. i'm getting shiny pikachu and glaceon for curly and anya but neither herdier nor A Literal Fucking Digimon are in SV so . i need options