#I’ve been kinda out of it

[sunnibits]

hi I’m too eepy today to write a lot but today’s daily pretty bug is the fluffy tit butterfly!!!

first of all. haha funny name. boobs.

secondly oh my GODDD this thing is so pretty… look at that shade of blue… ough. and the streamer things coming off of it like girl????? she is SLAYING at the bug gala fr

I genuinely want to design a dress based off of this lovely fella fr

[miammey]

idk if anyone said this before but imagine tecchou went missing instead of jouno (I had to work myself up just to send this on anon for some reason)

Oooohhh yes yes yes!!! Jouno looking around in frustration trying to find him, pretending not to be worried but it’s very obvious just how desperate he is to find him

And you don’t have to be nervous to send me anything!! I love getting messages and stuff, it’s genuinely so fun getting to hear what others have to say. But if you’re still too nervous to send out of anon that’s perfectly fine, too!!

[whispersofair]

“Favorite”

Loving you.

It feels as if it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done, like breathing

Like I was born to do it

Like it’s a craving, deep in my bones, a good one at that. I love how it feels.

I love how it feels when you compliment me, or call me a pet name, It makes my heart race in a funny way

I chase that feeling each time we talk, because it’s my favorite feeling in the whole world.

All of my favorite songs remind me of you too, granted I’ve always been a hopeless romantic so most of my favorite songs are really cheesy, but that’s besides the point.

Everything reminds me of you, really

I haven’t kissed you yet, but I imagine your lips will taste of pomegranates and lemonade

Because those are some of my favorite flavors

And your my favorite person.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael learns about FNAF Movie Sparky...

[8pxl]

PSA 🗣️ another scammer using genAI without disclosing it

pixlgirl has been posting generated AI (targeting fandoms) without disclosing it, passing it off as their genuine art and has apparently scammed at least one person into ‘commissioning’ them. this is a public PSA so yall can block them, and not interact. please do not harass them!

it’s incredibly shitty to be disingenuous while posting AI but even shittier to scam people with it 🤢 stay diligent yall

[fictionalsownme]

smash???????? who said that?????????

engineer doesn't get enough love on this blog considering how much I cannot express my devotion to him, so I’m working to fix that :) this is similar to what I did for damien but it took foreverr!! iswm lighting is so so pretty which makes it impossible to get right ;;u;; the saturation is really high and there's multiple light sources so in terms of rendering it, its like it was personally designed to leave me dead on the floor :))))) either way,, I'm happy with how it turned out!! he’s very prettie :))

also bonus:

[lynnbutlertron]

2am charpim doodles … i don’t colour my doodles enough, it adds sm to them

[nina-the-ninth]

Happy birthday to the birdboi

[weatherera]

Frame 16 (plus some evidence that there’s more than the stills)

[villain-enthusiast]

TOUCH-STARVED HERO RAHH.

.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine, actually,” the hero muttered from their sloppy position on the ground, though the oozing gash slicing across their torso and the fresh bruises circling their throat said otherwise.

The villain arched a brow, crouching down so they were eye level with the hero. “Do you think I’m dumb?”

The hero glowered at them. “Seems like you're deaf, actually. I said I’m fine,” they snapped, even as pain shuddered through their battered body. “Now if you could just get out of my way—,”

“Darling, please. You couldn’t stand up even if you tried, let alone walk yourself halfway across the city to your apartment.” The villain smirked at the hero’s deepening scowl, but the teasing flair didn't quite reach their eyes. “Let me do you a small favor while I’m here, at least.”

The hero bared their teeth. “Fuck off. I don’t need your stupid healing powers. You'll probably turn this into one of your idiotic bargains—," A harsh coughing fit cut them off, rattling their chest.

They tasted blood on their tongue. Fuck.

“Gosh, so prideful." The villain sighed, tilting their head. "Oh look at that, you're bleeding." They lifted a hand and ran a thumb over their hero's lips, wiping away a smattering of blood that had spilled from their mouth.

The hero's breath hitched at the villain's touch, the smallest, most delicate of noises escaping them before they could stop themselves.

The villain paused, their brow furrowing as their gaze took in every little movement and detail of the hero's involuntary response.

The hero's jaw tightened. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to get away, but they couldn't move. Or was it that they didn't want to move? "Villain, I swear—,"

Then the villain’s hand was cupping their cheek, and the hero melted.

A desperate whimper tore from their throat, their head lolling into the cool touch of the villain's palm as all the pain and exhaustion radiating through their body suddenly evaporated.

They closed their eyes, feeling their face begin to burn with shame.

"Oh, sweetheart," the villain murmured. Their other hand swept through the matted strands of the hero's hair, working through the tangles.

The hero had to bite down on their lip so that they didn't make another embarrassing noise. So gentle. The villain's touch was so, so gentle. So at odds to their earlier opponent's strangling grip and blinding punches, so contrasting to gaping loneliness and helplessness of coming home to no one, of having to painfully stitch themselves up day after day after day...

The villain brushed away a tear that the hero didn't realize had fallen.

"Hey, look at me," the villain said softly, nudging their chin up. The hero blinked at them, fighting back a sob. "You need to let me heal you, okay? You're losing a lot of blood."

The hero swallowed, barely processing the villain's words, their brain entirely occupied by the hand still on their face—or maybe it was just the blood loss. "Yeah," they managed, voice hoarse. It felt like their vocal chords were coated in tar.

"I'm going to do your stomach first," the villain noted. "I need both my hands for this, alright?"

The hero nodded, ignoring the inevitable panic that shot through them at the sudden absence of the villain's touch, which returned almost immediately on the deep laceration on their lower torso.

The hero cringed, bracing for some kind of torturous, painful mending, but the villain's powers were warm, soft, like honey in a cup of hot tea or a crackling fireplace during a winter storm. God, how many years had it been since they'd felt so comforted?

A whimper escaped the hero once more. They tensed. Jesus fucking christ.

The villain cracked a smile as they worked. "Don't worry, love. You're not the first person I've healed that enjoys the feeling." They brushed a palm over the wound, weaving the hero's flesh and skin back together. "This is gonna scar, but at least you'll live to see another day, hm?"

The hero scoffed weakly, still drunk on the villain's magic.

The villain swept their hands over the hero's body, feeling for more damage. "Gosh, Hero," they hummed, "you get yourself into so much trouble, do so much for this pitiful city, and for what?" They placed their hands on the hero's battered neck, soothing the inflammation. "When's the last time someone took care of you?" they asked quietly, but the question seemed more for themselves than for the hero.

Several heartbeats passed before the villain pulled away, finished with their work. The hero couldn't stop themselves from chasing their touch, nearly toppling over.

The villain caught them before they hit the ground, chuckling. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you?"

The hero felt a lump form in their throat at the thought of the villain leaving. I'm not gonna make it home. Not without Villain. They squeezed their eyes shut, swallowing their pride. "Please," they whispered. "Take me home. All I ask."

"Don't need to ask me twice." The villain swept the hero up into their arms, smirking at their indignant (and exhausted) glare. "You're not walking, sorry. You're getting all my love and special treatment today." They winked, as if they were joking.

But as the villain paced their way to the hero's apartment, and as the hero began to fall asleep in their arms, they both knew it wasn't a joke.

[ahhrenata]

x

[melouma]

is this the man too fast for his own good?

god forbid I caught up with the mha ending just now— also this was rushed. so um yeah that

[darlingpeasant]

Yeah I ain’t ever getting over Polin’s first kiss where Colin immediately leans in after the initial peck the lad was STARVED

[nite-puff]

this was what their dr:s interaction was originally gonna be. trust me. i’m mr. danganronpa

(no cuz seriously. how are you gonna have them interact and then forget that hiroko canonically has a bit of a thing for takaaki?) (i say this like the dr:s writers even knew who the other captives were)

[bbyboybucket]

She’s right. As soon as I seen that clip from the trailer, of him shooting the car down, I can just feel that’s not Bucky because of the body language and expression (and how it’s not something I would expect from him). But this person from twitter comes with more arguments as to why it doesn’t seem to be him.

Also, let’s remember Bucky’s hair length always has symbolized his freedom. And despite the fact that the bob looks horrible, this may be the reason he long hair again.

And let’s not forget: Val is literally Madam Hydra. If anyone were to know how to get control over him again, it’d be her.

[obtainablehusband]

billford finally clicked for me