#I think it's fine

[divorcedwife]

are you mad at me

[blobee]

Do you draw only researchers or do you do scps too? :0 /gen

If you DO do scps can you draw 682? He’s one of my favorites! /nf

(Also I THINK your requests are open if not you can just ignore this!!)

I draw scps too

[ghostorbz]

original prompt

How dare you interrupt their snack time!

[queen-scribbles]

Double checking something before I advance in case I hit a bug: does Wyll always talk like yyou left Waukeen's Rest to burn "and the duke along with it", even if you've talked to people/advanced the quest to know said duke was kidnapped? Bc I've talked to two different people who referenced the duke being kidnapped and the quest updated to reflect that, but when Maggy talked to Wyll and got the whole convo about the duke being his father, BUT he started it like we abandoned the inn.

Just wanna make sure I don't need to fix anything before advancing bc I already ran three tries to save Benryn and I really don't wanna do it again. 😅

[s1llycilantro]

me and my friend thought it would be hilarious if he just. never took off his tie or glasses

[irritablepoe]

hand on your shoulder

~by me

[stellamancer]

a wip (that i’ll never finish)—

notes: i wrote this a while back, back when i started &hiaa (so sometime in 2021?) i figured i’d write the full fic, but i don’t think it’s gonna happen, but i liked this bit a lot, so i figured i’d share it for deku’s birthday. 

"You didn't come after me." 

You mean for the words to come out plainly, like a statement of fact, detached and indifferent, but instead they sound like an accusation, pained and betrayed.

"I…" Deku's voice is hesitant, careful, like he’s dealing with a wild and caged animal. In a way, you suppose he is. "I knew you'd come back."

You snort, the harshness of the sound disturbing the otherwise still night. It’s just like him to look for the best in you; it’s what he does, what he will always do and right now— right now, it hurts. You try not to think about it, choosing to hide your heart with derisive words instead. “You don’t know that. I could have run off and made my escape.”

"No." His voice is firm— absolute and all it makes you want to do is prove him wrong. He takes a step toward you, his bright green eyes glowing eerily in the moonlight. The warning bells go off in your head. Danger! Danger! 

"Even if you ran, I'd catch you, no matter where you went," Deku says, his voice quiet. It sounds less like a threat and more like a truth that neither he nor you can possibly deny. You tell yourself it’s the former though; it’s a threat. He’s a threat. Your body grows tense, your fight or flight response kicking it into high gear. 

"If… If I didn't know any better, I'd almost say that was meant to be romantic," you remark, making one last jab at him before you make a break for it. 

Deku’s eyes narrow for a split second before you whirl around and race to the door.  

But he is faster, impossibly so, with his stupid green light show and instead of running into the distance to see how far he's willing to chase you, you run head first into the broadness of his chest.

"See?” he murmurs softly. 

"That's hardly fair," you complain into the fabric of his shirt, considering if you should struggle or not. You both know that he’s much stronger than you are or ever will be. "You're a hero, you're supposed to play fair."

He chuckles a little and the sound is warm and far too welcome in your ears. “...sorry.”

"No, you're not."

"...and, if I'm not?" There’s a shift in his voice, deeper, sultry even and it sends shivers down your spine. 

You pull away and glare at him, indignant and ready to berate him, accuse him of heresy, betrayal and false advertisement.

But, it, you soon find, is a mistake.

His eyes peer down at you, nearly devoid of the wide innocence they held the day you first met.  In its place is something different, some emotion, profound and frankly dangerous, that you dare not name. His gaze is hypnotizing, the emerald glow holding you hostage. He starts to lean down toward you and the alarms are blaring in your ears so loud that it's deafening.

Danger! Danger! Danger! 

You know what’s about to happen and a voice in your head begs you, desperately and helplessly to stop it. You can’t let it happen. You can’t let him touch you. If you do, you know in your heart, in your soul and in every fiber of your being that it will be all over. This farce of a facade that you’ve crudely erected has already begun to crumble in Deku’s wake. With his touch, it’ll completely erode away, and then… 

What happens then? 

You have to evade him. You have to dodge. Turn your head, take a step back, push him away. Something. Anything. But even though you know that, you still can’t move; your body held in place by the spell of his eyes.

Deku’s hands reach up to cup your cheeks, his touch feather light and heart-achingly sweet. He presses his forehead to yours, and his eyes, thankfully, flutter shut. You’d think that’d free you, but still the hex remains and you cannot move. 

There’s nothing you can do now but wait for the guillotine to drop and for Deku to end your life as you know it with a kiss of death.

You wait.

And wait.

But it doesn’t come.

Instead he whispers, his breath hot and intoxicating in the limited space between you. “C-can I…?”

You almost laugh. Almost. He came this far on his own, smashed down your walls and burrowed himself in your heart and now he decides he wants to ask permission. Ridiculous.

Absolutely ridiculous.

But that’s part of his charm, you suppose.

It’s so very like Deku to give you the chance, the choice to turn tail, to back out and try to go back to the way things were before when you both know that things are way too gone. Everything has already been in motion: there’s no stopping it now.

You don’t want to anyway.

“Just kiss me already,” you demand as if you are not already reaching up, reaching for him, intent on doing the deed yourself if he’s not fast enough.

But he is faster, impossibly so and in an instant his lips collide with yours, desperate and eager as his hands grasp at you as if you might change your mind and slip from his grasp. 

You’ve always known it, but Deku is a force of nature all on his own, surging forward and you vaguely register your back colliding with the door behind you. It makes you gasp just a tiny bit and that opening is enough for Deku’s tongue to slip in, eager to taste you even more. 

Everything starts to blur until the moment he pulls away, panting and breathless. 

“Are you done yet?” you ask as the cool night air fills your lungs.

“No.” His answer barely registers in your brain before his lips are back on yours. 

[creatediana]

In this game of house, someone has to be the baby. Mom and dad and cat and mouse all are taken. Maybe I'll be doted on— I can handle hugs and kisses. Leave me crawling on the lawn, I'll make squeaks and hisses learning how to talk. (Surely I know how to babble.) One day I'll get up and walk out the door and dabble in some other play. Even I must grow up, surely. Tall in height, tales on the way told with laughter, immaturely.

"A Nothin' One" - a poem written 7/17/2023

[nm-mattuz]

Actually, Shez and Byleth work better as rivals, not lovers IMO. I think it's just way more interesting. Honestly besides that part of their dynamic their chemistry is quite lacking.

[stylinsoncity]

i'm truly such a perfectionist and there's really no happy medium to be found bc of that. i either work on something until i'm exceptionally pleased with it (and even then i'll have doubts) or i work on it until i fry my brain and rage quit and hit publish and then i feel sort of bad or paranoid about it afterwards. there's no in between! there's no normalcy here!

[dubious-dice]

Did I show you guys my sona?

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

How did it take me three chapters to realize I haven't put Leo ROTTMNT fanfic link anywhere

[dyrewrites]

Before Deluca -- there's no escaping dad

“Who’s next on the menu,” I asked his giggles, attempting as best I could to make light of a situation that should have been horrifying.

And it was, in a way. I was afraid through most of it, but only just. So long as he was with me, so long as there was a reason for what we did...it felt righteous.

I stand by that too, in case you’re curious. All that we did I stand by, even the worse things we would do, while he was on his mission of vengeance we had purpose. I had purpose, and I didn’t have that before him. I didn’t have much before I met him, in fact. Content in mediocrity, I knew nothing of the world outside Calabria, let alone Italy but with him I would see it all. So, in the grand scheme of things, it might serve you to know that I regret nothing. What you think of me by the end of this tale because of that confession...well, it doesn’t much matter to me now, does it? I don’t know you.

Unless your name is Oriana, in which case you shouldn’t be reading this and how did you make it this far, put this book down immediately and go to your room you are grounded for a month.

[flame-shadow]

There's something quite personally satisfying about doing different art on occasion. Like yeah, most people know me for my sketches and character stuff, and that is the majority of what I draw because that's what I enjoy the most. But every now and then I'm like, hey look, I can also draw things that you might think are photographs at first glance, have a bird. And I think that's cool.

[edit: the tags are where the actual post is lmao I am so good at this]

[c4tto626]

i hate when older people get all angry and outraged over shit like "kids these days can't read analog clocks anymore!!" like shut the fuck up!! technology advances!!! i still know how to read analog clocks but in everyday life i barely ever have to bc digital clocks are so much more common! younger generations will forget skills older generations have it's just a part of human progress~ and while i see value in preserving old skills i don't think it's necessary to continue teaching the use of increasingly outdated technology to every generation. let the present become the past with dignity and respect.

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

Thinking of how Merlin would interact with different forms of a personification of Death from other shows.

Especially if death showed up every time Arthur almost died before getting saved by Merlin.

I just like the idea of the whole destiny, Old Religion stuff in the show clashing with other powers in other shows.

So, destiny might know that Arthur isn't supposed to die yet, but not everyone else does.

Plus, Merlin is a being of magic created to protect Arthur, and I like to think maybe he just doesn't show up on Deaths' radars.

And, well, maybe we'd get something like this:

. . . . .

Good Omens' Death

Death: It is time for Arthur Pendragon to meet his doom.

Merlin: ...

Death: *tilts head that implies an eyebrow was raised even though they don't really have eyebrows*

Merlin: ... *magic blast*

Cue magic fight until someone looses.

. . . . .

Supernatural's Death (either the first one or Billy really. Billy would just be less tired and more fed up)

Death: Alright, time to take another one-

Merlin: Who the hell are you?

Death: That depends. Who the hell are you?

Merlin, noting the large sythe and the fact that no one's tried to kill Arthur in almost a whole week: some say that I am the most powerful sorceror to walk the Earth. That I am magic itself. And I am destined to protect Arthur Pendragon at any costs.

Death: Seriously?

Merlin: *eyes glow gold*

Death: *sigh* yeah, no, I'm not dealing with this today. Bye bye. *wooshes away*

Merlin: Huh. That was easy.

. . . . .

Sandman's Death

Death: Hello! Oh.

Merlin: ...Hello?

Death: oh, this is interesting. You're not supposed to be here.

Merlin: really?

*long talk about who they each are and figuring out what's going on."

Death: Well, I think that means I'm not meant to be here for him yet, then.

Merlin: yet?

Death: Oh, Merlin. With life, there must also be death. But there is still time left for you both to enjoy it.

Merlin: As long as it's not for a long time off.

Death: ...Enjoy it, Merlin.

Merlin: ...alright.