#I'll finish it tho... someday

[jaskersneakthief]

writing on my notes a theory about kevin and blam but I'm very eepy😭 waaaAAAA

[caffeccino]

I got Armored Core brainworms, but I can't just be into the new one.... 🙄🙄

[palskippah]

Hi!

When the girls see either Mario or Peach they get very excited. If Nettarina was awake, she'd be excited too and urging Peach to hurry up. Also, imagine that 'babies!' like the one Mario says in the Mario and Luigi game with their babies selves sjsj

Also, Mario's that kind of parent that says they'll get the baby to sleep but falls asleep himself first. Peach always comes back to check on them and sees him and Nettarina (who can fall asleep anywhere) deeply asleep while Mariella's somewhere in the bed playing with his cap or babbling to herself (then she gets overtired from not sleeping and cries a lot, so Mario and Peach have to apply all the tricks to get her to fall asleep).

Also also, the socks they're using were crocheted by Peach [and she handed them as a gift to Mario on their baby shower- and she learned to crotchet just to make them clothes :'''v Anyways, I have a post for that too askjdasjd during that same baby shower, the babies get so much stuff from Peach that is unwrapped by Mario. He finds it kinda funny bc not only Peach's the expecting mom too, but she had been showing him all the stuff she has been doing for the baby shower (like showing how the little socks are turning out, or the toys she bought), and yet she wrapped everything for him to open]

[ragnarokhound]

You're doing trick or treat???? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 *Rings the doorbell*

Happy Halloween! Iirc, i heard you like jaytimkon :3c have another snip from my wolf x dog x sheep jaytimkon WIP:

“…Jason…?” Kon ekes out. Gloved fingers gently sweep away the damp curls sticking to his sweat-soaked skin, over the spiderwebs of green just now fading from his cheeks. “Looking a little green around the gills there, superbrat. You should be more careful. Gave your boyfriend a scare,” Jason scolds lightly, but the voice changer on his helmet can’t actually hide his relief. Tim can tell. “Just… my boyfriend?” Kon asks, still too wiped for a cheeky grin, but clearly giving it his best shot. Jason huffs, leaning back to get his hands under Kon’s knees and around his shoulders. He lifts Kon up, settling him as comfortably as he can. Kon groans, probably nauseous after being exposed to kryptonite for this long— but he slumps into Jason, pressing his face into the closest part of him he can reach. Trusting Jason to carry him. From across the room, Tim watches it all with hungry eyes.

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[townslore]

subverting everyones expectations by posting FLUFF on 2/2 instead of ANGST ( this is supposed to be like a year later ) [PRO/SHIP DNI]

[neallo]

the start of... something

[tortilla-of-courage]

mmmnmgngh.... zelda

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

i think i'd kill for anything related to don henry tomasino

ANON I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY !! thank you so much for this request i love don Henry au so much........😭💔💔💔

anyway! here's random sketches:

and Henry on Vinci's funeral bc i was thinking about it last week. in my head. in my head Vinci was the one who established Henry as the don.. and there's possibility that Vinci & Henry are relatives so yeahhhhhhh. his death would be kinda personal thing to Henry? not super emotional and tragic thing tho, but still

post anything related to don!Henry feels like undressing in public ngl

[carronyaflowers]

golden photo finish

There was a small glow in the living room that night. Eve was held in Papa’s glowing arms as he swayed along to Daddy playing on the piano, his fingers also glowing as he played. For as long as she could remember, Papa and Daddy glowed like that once in a while. She thinks she heard her school teacher talk about people glowing in one of their classes but she was busy watching the dim little lights glow from hers and Georgie's, her best friend, forefingers.

Then after an afternoon with her grandmere, she learned the truth about the glowing. She had asked about it when she saw a picture framed in her house, only it wasn’t really a picture because it was just blank, not exactly white but maybe sort of yellowish, or like the sun, or maybe the cute little flower that grows in Auntie Vivi’s backyard.

When Daddy picked her up that day from grandmere, she had a souvenir from the house, and something that she thinks she’ll want to bring to school for show and tell. After all, it is now her favorite picture, and Teacher Grace did say that they can bring anything they want as long as they like it enough.

That friday, Eve sat through the class petting Georgie’s little turtle as they listened to Mary talk about her one-eyed cat, which she didn’t bring. She only showed the cat’s picture because the cat was kinda rude to strangers, according to Mary, though Eve thinks that Mary’s cat would warm up to her should she meet it because Sassy and Jimmy are always nice to her. 

“Good job Mary! I hope that next time, we would be able to meet Fred. Let’s give five claps for Mary everybody.”

After giving Mary her five claps, it was now Eve’s turn to share her favorite thing.

“Hi Teacher Grace and classmates. Today, I’m sharing my favorite picture of my Daddy and Papa.”

And as she turned the picture to face her classmates, the confused faces of everyone did not surprise her, and even gave her a giggle. “Why is it blank, Eve?”

“It’s not blank silly, it’s my daddy and papa crossing the finish line together when they used to drive cars. My grandmere said that people call it a photo finish because they were so close together when they finished the race. And I know that it looks blank, but that’s because of all the soulmate glow that daddy and papa shared that time. Mamie said that their love was so much and good and pure that their whole bodies glowed so so bright and that when people tried to picture them, all the camera could see was golden light!"

[soyoursoulisgreen]

15 and 32

15. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chapter fics?

I tend to prefer writing one-shots! I love to read multi-chapter fics, but I always get so worried that I'll lose motivation and just, never come back to it :') My first fic on AO3 is loosely a multi-chapter, in the sense that I've left it open to return to someday, but haven't had any interest to pick it back up in years lol. There's something very punchy about one-shots as well - I have a pretty solid split between short and long one-shots, but it's so satisfying when I Finally have a long one finished!

I also like making connected one-shots, or sequential one-shots, but letting them stand on their own so?

32. What’s a fic you’d love to write, but probably never will?

I think I had a Vargas fic idea at one point that I so badly wanted to read but didn't want to write, and made some concept sketches and an outline for and everything lol - something with the Jake/Edgar/Scriabin dynamic ♥ I do know that someone made a missing scene-fic about Scriabin and Jake's first interaction that I've been quietly making eyes at - next time I'm into Vargas for sure 👀

As for love to write, hm... Probably this overly-convoluted Osmosis Jones NTR fic that I've had in my back pocket for way too long honestly lol - ever since I learned about netorare they were my first and only choice but it's so all-hurt-no-comfort and kinda dark and sad and while it sounds really fun, the self-consciousness monster in the back of my head is like "Really? The White Blood Cell Movie? For that?" lol

[yardsards]

just found out that the adventure zone is OLDER that critical role??? wtf the fuck

[erinsworld]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Gently… Ever so gently, Mac grasps Jack’s face. Pushes aside the sticky feeling as his fingers cradle his jaw on either side.

Glazed, pain-filled eyes stare back at him.

“M’c…”

His name is a whispered hum of sound on a shuddered breath.

“Jack…”

Blood dribbles over split lips.

Eye lids blink slowly.

Once.

Twice.

Slip closed a third time. Mac waits, terror cinching a vice tighter and tighter around his heart, for the next blink that never comes.

Then like a puppet whose strings have been cut, Jack collapses against him.

“No…. Nonononono.”

Mac takes his full weight. Supporting. Protecting.

“I got you, Jack… I’ve got you. You're going to be okay."

Mac cups the back of Jack’s head, long fingers caressing the soft bristles of short hair as he repeats himself, a mantra reassuring the both of them. “I got you… I’m here, Jack. You're okay... You're going to be okay... Its all going to be okay.”

The fingers of Mac’s other hand press against the cold, clammy skin of Jack’s neck.

Readjust. Press harder.

Mantra becoming a prayer as he readjusts again.

Presses deeper.

Mac drops his head onto Jack’s shoulder.

Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe.

"Please ..."

Begs and pleads and prays to any deity who will listen.

The tiniest of movement bumps the pads of his fingers. So faint Mac believes it has to be imagined.

Then another…

And another…

And another.

Warm puffs of air tickle across Mac’s neck. Uneven. Stuttered.

A sob breaks from Mac’s mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut, lets the hot tears run down his cheeks.

Mac doesn’t pull away as he, reluctantly, drops one arm. Tightens the other around his partner as he slides a hand into his pocket and grabs his phone.

He swallows thickly and looks away as red streaks smear across the screen as he swipes it open, a scarlet fingerprint left behind as he taps the button that will bring the help he so desperately needs.

The call is picked up on the first ring. Mac doesn’t give Riley a chance to say a word, just talks right over her.

“Op is a bust. Jack’s down,” Mac rushes out. “I need MEDEVAC at my location

[quarklynx]

sometimes you just have to sketch yourself up a slutty little man, as a treat

[cerbreus]

celebrating valentines by myself with burger and mbv and drawing :-)

[kittyhazelnut]

my grandmother passed away in 2019 and my mom was going through her (my mom's not my grandmother's) room and found all the coins my grandmother collected before she passed and apparently she had quarter books for me and my brothers trying to collect all 50 state quarters for each of us and I also used to collect coins so I went through my coin collection and I put in the states I had that she didn't and I completed one collection, one is just missing Arizona, and the third is only missing six states :,)

[thegildedghost]

@freeddead said: 😿Is there any one person you would sacrifice your immortality for?

(Questions for Immortals - open!)

Juno takes a long moment to answer, cigarette perched between their lips as per usual. For the briefest moment, there is almost something vulnerable in their expression, but as they lift a hand and take their cigarette to hold it between two fingers, the vulnerability falls away as soon as it came.

"I never wanted this in the first place," they say pointedly in their thin, raspy voice, allowing smoke to drift out of their mouth. "I'd probably give this shit up for just about anybody." Their new mission, if one could even call it that, doesn't mean so much to them that they'd want to keep going.

A beat passes and their face softens, ever so slightly. "But, I mean, years and years ago, there was this one guy..." Their voice trails off, and for one long moment, Juno looks lost. Then, the moment passes, and they shake their head as if to clear it.

"Yeah," they say, "I'd give this shit up for anyone. Doesn't fucking matter to me." To punctuate their point, they pop their cigarette back into their mouth and take another drag.