#I'm not even ashamed of it

[somerandomcryptid]

What if XD took a younger Cryptid?

Yes this is another au of Dreaming of death, I'm sorry I keep making so many but I had this idea and immediately had to make it a reality because oh boy would it be... interesting

And change quite a bit I think.

For context, this Cryptid is 8 years old

Cryptid at 8 is a very different person to Cryptid at the start of canon Dreaming of death.

I'm probably gonna go do some more sketches of this little au because mmmmmm but I just wanted to post this first

Also by the way, they're 3'8, so they literally go up to Wren's elbow. And while they would hate being squished, if they wouldn't bite you, they'd be very squishable.

(Dreaming of death is an au of the fic penpal by @calamari-minecraft-corner)

[elysabeththequeene]

disney meme (favourite overall movie):

robin hood - 1973

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[firehose118]

thinking about how tommy is uniquely positioned to help eddie in s8

under the watchful eye of catholicism, eddie would have been raised to believe in the nuclear family. this is the schema of family eddie has been trying to impose on himself and chris, at least in part because he feels like it's his fault that chris doesn't have a mother. he feels like their family is incomplete without a mother

whether eddie is actually straight or not, it's clear that he's chafing within the confines of this unexamined, prescribed, idealistic kind of heterosexuality. ryan guzman has said as much: eddie is trying to force the kinds of relationships with women that he feels like he's supposed to have, rather than ones that would actually make him happy

tommy spent decades in the closet; hiding both from himself and from the outside world. he had to come to terms with the reality of his desires and with the fact that he was not sexually or romantically attracted to women, no matter how hard he tried to force himself to be

tommy had to accept that the life that he grew up believing he would have—the one that he was told over and over again was the only acceptable way for him to live—was not a life that could ever make him happy. he is not what he thought he was supposed to be, but there's nothing wrong with that

now it's eddie's turn to learn this. he is trying with increasingly disastrous results to recreate 1:1 what he and chris had with shannon without remembering that it fell apart the first time—without allowing himself to remember how miserable he and shannon both were. eddie thinks he can force these relationships to work because he's done it before and he was happy. but he didn't, and he wasn't

maybe eddie is gay. maybe he's bi, maybe he's ace. maybe he really is straight and he just has a lot more work to do to disentangle his ideas of romantic partner and mother of my child from each other—to see a relationship as a partnership for himself rather than as payment for a debt he feels he owes to his son

eddie needs to stop getting into relationships based on guilt—based on obligation and what he thinks is the right or even the only thing to do—and start figuring out what he actually wants out of a relationship for himself

regardless of what, exactly, the writers decide eddie's core denial is going to be, tommy is the most qualified person to help him through it right now. tommy has been there. tommy knows how hard it is to date a woman who is perfectly lovely on paper and to just not be able to love her the way she deserves—because of him

tommy knows what it's like to feel broken because of this. and tommy knows what it's like to fight his way to the understanding that he is not

there was nothing wrong with tommy: he was just trying to force himself to be someone he is not because that's what was expected of him

there is nothing wrong with eddie: he is just trying to force himself to be someone he is not because he thinks that's what is expected of him

tommy can help eddie get there

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

If Richard picks me up one more time in a hug randomly with that condescending baby voice saying "i missed you lil d!!", I may just start biting him.

[rotisseries]

zelda should get her hair cut even shorter and link should grow his out even longer

[oneluckydragon]

We'd both been so excited for it-- to change, to grow stronger, to pass another life-changing milestone on our adventure together. But after I evolved, it took weeks before Sora could even bring herself to look me in the eyes. It went unsaid between us, poisoning our hearts like a cold, bitter curse and haunting every intake of breath. Although, the worst of it all... was that even without words, we both knew why it hurt so much.

Like some sick joke, I had become the spitting image of him.

Ya'll know that feeling when you [Hero] try to evolve into a Leafeon to be closer in spirit to the best friend you lost [Grovyle] because you miss him so much it physically aches, but instead you end up looking like the guy you trusted/adored that betrayed/tried to kill you and your girlfriend? Cause damn it hurts.

Anyways ever since I replayed EOS and evolved at Luminous Spring I've had thoughts about what Sora's reaction would be to Echo's evolution into Umbreon. And lemme tell you that it's an emotional roller coaster. To say that Sora has complicated feelings about Dusknoir is an understatement, and Echo isn't so happy about it either since she had put her faith in him. They've got a lot of trauma to heal.

But to add to that, I like to write about my girls in my spare time when I'm not drawing cause it's fun, so maybe I'll post some little blurbs sometime if anyone is interested?? Hm. Yeah might do that eventually, we'll have to see.

[venice-1987]

As much as I would enjoy a kiss at their reunion, I do think the dragon prince crew would do something softer when (not if <-clown emoji) Sorvus is made canon. I'm picturing Corvus and Ezran and Callum arriving at the castle like in the promo image, them checking up with Opeli and she reveals everything is fine.

But Corvus asks about Soren. "Where is he?" he asks, his mind already wandering to the possibility that Soren...hadn't made it out. He will himself to remain strong for his king, but his body fills with dread. Thankfully, Opeli points him to the river.

There, Soren sits on the banks. Corvus sits beside him, noticing the same pained look in his eyes that he had seen on the ramparts the day Soren asked him to become a crownguard. Now, that same pain encompassed how he sat, how he stared mournfully into the waters.

Corvus asks is he is alright, and Soren can't even answer, holding back what emotion he can to maintain his cheerful attitude. He is failing miserably. Something more terrible than the Storm Spire must have happened. Something worse than Katolis burning down.

Corvus lays his hand over Soren's on the rock. Soren looks from it to Corvus, then shifts so that he can hold Corvus's hand back.

Like Janai and Amaya, its a confirmation.

and, of course, at the end of arc 2 or start of arc 3 (affirm affrim, manifest manifest, like to charge reblog to cast) then we get a kiss, teehee

[uncanny-tranny]

I need everybody to love their smiles. To the people with crooked smiles, with yellow or missing teeth (hell, even no teeth!), to the people whose smiles are huge, to the people who have half-smiles/awkward/crooked smiles because of face paralysis, to people with smiles that make their eyes crinkle or disappear: your smile is so amazing. You are wearing your happiness on your face, and that is so raw, so radiant, and so intrinsically human that there is nothing to hate about it.

There is nothing wrong with your smile or your happiness. I hope you can give your genuine smile with no fear. You deserve that

[godbirdart]

finally after months upon months of Shame i went in to see my doctor

handed them my adhd assessment forms with faded pen ink from when i [mostly] completed them Forever ago and they just looked at me and said: well that could be a diagnosis in of itself huh,

[wikitpowers]

Five things you desperately want to happen in TWP?

just five?!??? okay let's fucking go buckle up, buddy

kit and ty's first kiss to be angsty and passionate af (and i need ty to be the initiator so freaking badly u don't understand) - also their love declaration to be freaking mind-blowing !

dru and ash to be an absolute power couple. like i need them fucking some demons up like proper badasses individually and then getting together and giving us that awesome enemies-to-lovers plot we're all waiting for ugh

i want lucifer to be fucking t e r r i f y i n g (like shitting myself when he comes up type vibes) <- but i also want him to be a bit of a crackhead who occasionally cracks jokes bc that would be hilarious and i love me a funny villain

thule!kit to pop up at some point! i'm so interested in where he's at - like is he even alive? and if he is, is he good? or evil? is he living with thule!johnny? and maybe thule!rosemary is alive? and what would that mean for him? there are just so many possibilities, i simply need him to make an appearance (but istg if he like sacrifices himself or something i will CRY :'()

NO TMI GANG DEATHS -> ik cassie has been messing with us recently but just nope nope nope. the series is gonna end with a clace wedding and everyone comes out unharmed tyvm <3

aaaaand [rest]

[cold-neon-ocean]

Remember when I drew everyone as horses lolol??? I should bring that back tbh that was fun. I can't believe these are 3 years old (yeah i can sheesh) I kinda want to bring this AU back though, it was fun and evoked happiness for me ;; my silly horsies

[jadewritesficshere]

Just imagining Eddie mouthing off. Intentionally goading you and pushing you, being a lil bitch to be honest. Just imagining grabbing one of his belts. Threading the belt and making a loop. Snatching Eddie's hands and putting it in the belt and cinching the loop, restraining him. The look of shock on his face before he blushes. Just leading him by the belt to the bed. He could say a safeword at any time, he knows this- but he doesn't want that. He wants you and all you can give him. Taking his pants off and watching his hard cock leak a bit of precum. Giving him a hand job and having him writhe and moan under you. And when he comes it gets everywhere. But you keep going and he whines from the overestimulation. "You wanted my attention. Now you have it." You say. Tiny gasps and biting of his lips, but he nods slowly. Eddie's a blushing mess of pleasure and pain, moaning and whimpering. Making him cum again...and again.

[tosteur-gluteal]

Again, gouache painting I made to relax

[biazerod]

Ok so this was supposed to be my contribution for @tf2rarepairweek but done in true me-fashion by which I mean I don’t even know how many (?) months am I late for this but welp

Anyway I’ve done maths by which If I like demopyro, and demoscout, and scoutpyro - there’s no way this ot3 would not work 👌

[screamingcrows]

I thought about it and decided @mrskreideprinz gets both, so here is prompt 28. "Please help me"

Il Dottore x reader below. Uhh comfort?

How long you'd been standing in the doorway was a mystery rivalling the ones lining the heavy wooden desk across the room. Or perhaps that was your own mind playing tricks again.

Today had simply been too much.

The room was dimly lit as usual, a far less sterile appearance than his treasured laboratories and workshops.

Scattered papers no doubt equivalent to an entire forest lay scattered across the unforgiving floor, deemed less important than the numerous others carefully arranged in folders lining countless shelves. The ones unoccupied by his personal collection of books and records of various forms least.

Dottore had remained hunched over his desk at an odd angle for the entirety of your impromptu visit. His desk had been arranged so he would face away from the door, he did not receive guests nor hold any meetings in his sanctuary.

Visitors were not taken to kindly, and certainly not when the door had been locked and his beaked mask discarded for the night, sharp visage peering towards any potential intruders.

Guilt weighed about as heavily upon your heart as the key did in your palm.

Outside, the aurora danced across the sky, countless stars shining through the coloured ribbons. His shadowy figure appeared almost surreal with the shifting outline.

It made you want to throw up. You knew this was unreasonable, there was nothing to do nor was your current state in any shape his fault. It simply happened from time to time.

The world too much and you too little for it was what your mind would whisper in the dark hours spent in solitude.

'Please help me' was what you wished you could say.

A sigh left him in time with the shrill protests of old wood as he straightened, 'if it creaks it holds', a silly proverb a few of the younger segments favoured whenever their mechanical creations would sound a second from death.

"At least come in and close the door."

The steady scratch of graphite never ceased, every move of his hand accompanied by a nervous twitch of yours.

Dottore hadn't asked you to leave, that was the important part. Except a part of you wished he had. The gnawing feeling eating away behind your ribs would have an explanation then.

As would the dull throb of your head and the shake of your hands and-

A singular word emphasised the deafening emptiness as his pen stopped moving, "Sit."

Head lowered in defeat; utterly uncertain what battle you'd even lost, you followed the simple instruction and stepped closer. In a familiar exchange, your body halted for further direction, eyes flickering to the stool tucked away in a corner.

Dottore pushed away from the desk, turning his body a fraction towards you in a silent call. Gladly, you obliged with relief dampening your lashes as you settled.

Nothing chased away the cold quite like his delicate warmth. If you couldn't feel the telltale heartbeat against your back, perhaps it'd been easy to mistake him for artificial with how he always seemed to run just a little warmer than expected.

But there were no wires beneath the hand that snaked around your wrist, wholly organic as crooked fingers sunk into your flesh, a single thumb peeking under the fabric.

Testing. Asking.

The touch didn't burn, nor did it tear at your skin, so you remained silent, letting out a shaky breath as more of his palm met with your skin.

Although you knew he commanded the will of many, the deliberate way he forced your attention to his touch only never ceased to stun you.

He could've said his hand was covered in analgesic salve and you'd have believed it, relishing the calm that slowly crept along your nerves.

Perhaps you'd dozed, fallen victim to the steady breathing, deep scent of coffee, and the safety of his arms, at least you couldn't quite recall when he'd pushed away the papers and reached for a book instead.

The weight of his chin upon your shoulder was grounding, a stark contrast to the erratic flutter brought on by his lips carefully pressing to your neck.

"It will be a while before I finish," his voice was coarse, from disuse or overuse was impossible to know without inquiring about his day.

Regardless, you'd make a pot of tea before he could rise tomorrow, white tea with sumeru rose buds and dried zaytun peaches being a favourite method of awakening he'd never admitted to.

But that was the beauty of it all, you realised, words were far from necessary.

Perhaps today was enough and tomorrow would be fine.