#It's (mostly) wholesome

[nicholasmoorethetwittermigrant]

Ooooh I knew as seen as this scene happened that they were setting me up for a fall,

but it still hurt

[the-talon-ted-meem]

I forgot about posting this one a bit ago, another based on a true story (I got the N hat and its really cool ok)

Aaaand my wacom tablet is finally dying after all these years....

[clownsuu]

i love all the flavors of howdydarling art you make sm!! i've really been stuck on the drawings you did of wally with insomnia, i love the idea of howdy carrying his ass to bed when he shows up at the bugdega totally exhausted. i thought it'd be cute if wally stepped in to take care of howdy too when he's feeling overworked, or the two of them just collapsing into a nap pile at the end of a long day

It’s been raining all day and the vibes for cuddles n sweet shid is I m m a c u l a t e

Sometimes when I think about howdy and Wally, I think about them doing that specific lil wiggle/dance you can do with your followers in cult of the lamb smhhh (and frank really wanting to join but is very shy about it)

[inkz123]

Happy bday to my beloved qwq💕 (Error is owned by @loverofpiggies)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

wally learned something new today!!! why doesn't he show us what-

ah.

[canisalbus]

“Semi-sad” anon here, sorry I didn’t mean to upset you! I find the lore intriguing and beautiful. Forgive me, I have trouble properly expressing the emotions I mean to convey through text, but I find the sadness beautiful because it means that I am still human, I can empathize/sympathize with your characters. I love the tragedy because it makes me feel “real” or like I’m not a robot. And the modern AU is a little heart throb of joy to see the gay dogs being adorable together.

Ah it's okay! It can be hard to convey tone and subtlety through text. I just hated to think that someone who was already feeling low was getting even sadder just because of my posts! I know the lore that I devise for these dogs can be a little bleak sometimes but I don't want to make people feel actively bad.

[fireyartccoon]

For Wednesday, you get some Boxtrolls AU Dadnic

[knuts-and-bolts]

10 (non spoiler) head canons for the various ways Juno Steel has changed since episode one and things he gets up to post-canon

1- he shaved his head in season four and is slowly growing it out again, he also stopped shaving his face as often and is a little too proud of his patchy little beard

2- he gained a bit of weight and now he has a hot sexy dad bod

3- he now enjoys watching the sunset (NOT the sunrise that’s way too early) and actively makes time in his day to watch it

4- he started journaling but doesn’t keep up with it very well and it’s written like his silly monologues

5- he volunteers at youth shelters and stays late to tell stories nobody actually believes (the kids secretly love him like a weird old uncle)

6- he started trying to dress more practically and ended up with a grandpa sweater collection which he insists are not grandpa sweaters

7- he likes animals and wants to get a cat but spends too long obsessively preparing (eventually he gets a shelter cat missing an eye that he talks to in the stupidest baby voice)

8- he sometimes tries to sketch things he sees but never tells anyone and isn’t very good at it

9- he has chronic nightmares and struggles to sleep

10- he would never admit it but he has taken a liking to trash tv (if Rita ever found out he would never hear the end of it)

[toxintouch]

hii!! I just read cold spots and it was AMAZING!!! Im not sure if you wanted to continue the fic, but if you don’t mind could you continue with Veres part? I don’t know what you would write about but I just feel like that fic has so much potential to be a little 3 part series or something 🙏

<- Cold Spots TYSM ANON!! I put the Vere End at the beginning for ease of reading. For the sake of folks who would like to read this as a stand-alone... I think u can? With the knowledge that the premise of Cold Spots is that Mhin and MC/Sparrow went ghost hunting. Vere is said to have been responsible for a handful of local ghost stories, so…of course he makes some mischief.🦊 Also MC needs some Winter wear, stat.  A very light Possessive Vere warning in this btw, though perhaps in a roundabout way.  Plausible deniability is so important to him.

You putter around in your room at the Wet Wick as you go about your nightly routine. The occasional cheer or thud from below only accentuates your nervous energy, punctuating your reluctance to settle down and get into bed. You smooth the covers with your bandaged hands and fluff the pillow before extinguishing the lamplight. You tug the bedding up above your shoulders, fighting to get comfortable. As your eyelids finally start to droop, the flicker of a shadow catches your attention.   It dances and sways and bends and grows until suddenly it is right in front of you.  On top of you. Silken, blood red drips down onto your face, a knife gleam smile too close for comfort.  You breathe in a gasp, wondering if you should scream. “Vere, what–” “Shhh,” he coos, pressing a finger lightly to your lips.  His breath is hot against your skin. “I only came to keep you warm, pet.”

Heat Signature

“Poor thing.” Vere purrs.  “Your lips are so cold.”  He leans ever closer, his mouth hot over yours–hovering.  His other hand reaches for your face as well, nails trailing against your cheek in a teasing caress.

You feel even the thought of being cold leave your body, replaced instead by the unusual thrill he commands, that strange enthralling sway.

That heat you���ve come to associate with Vere; sweet tendrils of want that nestle in your bloodstream.

You squirm a little, though you can’t move much with him looming over you.

(You should probably do more to protest his intrusion into your room, you think to yourself, though, the majority of you is–curious, daresay even far too eager to–)

“Whatever trouble did you get up to that left you in such a state?”

At this you scoff, tilting your head back into the pillow and effectively knocking Vere’s finger from your lips.  

“As if you don’t know,” you accuse.

Vere looks entirely unperturbed by you shaking him off, his lithe fingers traveling freely along the newly displayed skin of your throat, making your pulse jump.

Vere chuckles at that, dark and silky.

“Being tight lipped about your adventures, hm?”  He angles your face just so, ensuring you meet his sharp eyes, his nose brushing up against yours.  “Not that it matters.  It so happens I do know what you’ve been up to.  Trespassing in places that don’t belong to you.”

“...It was an abandoned building.  I don’t think it really belonged to anyone.”

“And that’s where you’d be wrong,” Vere says, “everything in this city belongs to someone, darling.  You just don’t know what belongs to who yet.”  He peers down at you with laughter in his expression, though there's a distinct edge to it that you can't quite place.

“So, you're here because that building belongs to you...?”

“Hmm, amongst other things.  However shall I make you apologize to me for this most egregious offense?”  He asks airily, shifting until he’s beside you rather than perched over you, resting his cheek in his hand and letting his eyes slip closed. He's the absolute picture of unbothered leisure.  

(You’re not fooled–he’s simply waiting for you to let your guard down before he pounces.)

You open your mouth to deny any debts on your part (though, if your ghost hunting spot was indeed Vere’s hideout, you really do feel guilty) but Vere cuts you off before you can speak.

“Alas, I suppose it’s not mine anymore.  Within a week it will reek of wet dogs and cheap booze. It's a lost cause now that those drooling reprobates know it's inhabitable.  A pity.  By Eridia's standards it really was divine in its heyday.  Good wine, music, dancing.  There was this portrait artist who would paint the performances…”

His tone remains light as he reminisces.  But the look he pins you with is dangerous: his eyes gleaming bright, his canines bared in an irreverent grin.

“I had such hopes and dreams of reviving the place myself.  Some of the dances were very scandalous.  You never did share with me your stance on dancing, did you?”

You stumble out an approximate answer.  It’s…harmless information to give, isn’t it?

Though, judging by how pleased Vere looks, you wonder if you should have refused to say.  He looks positively wicked as he ponders your answer aloud.  “Oh, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of talents to share.  In another life, perhaps I'd have put you on stage.  Though, I admit.  I find myself partial to a private show.”

And–as expected–the moment you let your guard down, he's in your space again, crowding you.  Heat and proximity and the softest brush of his lips against yours, light enough to send a thrill down your spine, curiosity and a want so deep it surprises you.

“Well?”  He purrs.  “Care to audition?”

You can't hide behind the excuse of supernatural sway or charm or the thrall of hypnotic sunglo eyes.  It's not Vere's power that controls you. It's your own gnawing desire; starvation and longing that draws you to him despite all sense.

Kissing Vere is heady.  Dizzying.  

Kissing Vere is like being in conversation with Vere–a constant of giving and taking, being chased after and running to keep up.  It’s enticing and alluring and decadent and never quite enough, over too soon even as you feel yourself losing air, the rush of blood and sensation threatening to overwhelm you.

He gives a parting nip to your bottom lip as he pulls away.

Then another one, playful, to your jaw.

When he presses his face into the side of your neck, you expect him to bite again.

What you don’t expect is for him to nuzzle into you, inhaling deeply before heaving a great sigh, his tail flopping lazily to land across you with a thump.

He’s officious as he rearranges the covers, ensuring your arms are tucked carefully away from him before he’s willing to fully settle into the bedding, pulling the blankets up around the both of you like a den.  He hums something low in his chest as he tucks himself up alongside you, long tail curled around your waist. 

It’s rhythmic–

purring.

And it’s…soothing, actually.

The weight of him, the warmth.  The incessant lamplight of the Amaryllis District, shining ever present through your window, is dim–tolerable, even, courtesy of Vere's magnificent shadow manipulations and the blankets sheltering you. 

The constant noise seems to fade away as well, obscured by the sound of purring. “Falling asleep when you have me in your bed, pet?  You really do try your luck…”

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Is it possible to enjoy g/t without it being a kink? /genq

100% yes. Many people in the g/t community like it without it being sexual or kinky in the slightest. In fact that’s why (at least on tumblr) there is a clear split between the kinky side and the soft side (aka Macro/micro for kinky stuff and g/t for non-kinky stuff)

But anyways; yes you can enjoy g/t without it being a kink. Most people use it as a coping mechanism and a comfort thought. Like for those who like the idea of being tiny, it’s the idea of being so small that the world’s problems can’t reach you, hidden away from prying eyes and crazy ideas. For those who like being giant it’s about being seen about being strong enough to fight the world and protect those they love. Size-shifters basically shift between the two, usually based on their mood. Although these aren’t the only reasons people like being Giant/tiny, there are many more but i just wanted to give a basic idea and I guess some psychology. Heck, Some like seeing things from a new perspective, a sense of adventure in something we see everyday. Then there’s also the mini collectors and also the enjoyment of “here’s a tiny object but BIG” (I mean giant cards? Hell yes I’m playing with those!!)

Lots of people are into it non-sexually. Cause there are so many aspects to g/t than just sex. There’s the trust building (and in some stories breaking) which, at least I believe, is one of the most essential parts to g/t; the trust. Trusting someone so big to not hurt you and trusting a tiny to not run away. There’s also the comforting stuff; like being hugged by someone so large that you just get all the stress and worries squeezed out of you with so much care so that you don’t actually pop. Having someone so small put all their effort into just hugging you and it’s not much but they’re doing everything they can to show how much they care. There’s the initial interaction where each party is frozen in time, and neither knows how to act, with their minds racing “what now?” Type thoughts run through their minds. There’s stories simply put into a g/t setting like fairies. There’s so much and there are so many scenarios out there that don’t involve g/t as a kink (Me and many others have shared these scenarios) Theres so much and there are many movies centered around g/t (like The Borrowers and the BFG) most of which are made for kids.

Heck I was into g/t as a kid (I just didn’t know what it was called) I grew up watching the 1997 movie The Borrowers and Honey, I shrunk the kids. I rewatched those so many times. I was fascinated by seeing the world from the tiny perspective. Seeing normal day things huge, it just sparked my young mind. I would daydream about it whenever I could (mostly school and church but still) The idea of being small or interacting with someone huge OR being big or interacting with someone small; it just made me all giddy. It made me smile and it might’ve been a coping mechanism but i genuinely enjoyed the stories too. I read the entire borrowers series in one month cause I was that into it. As a kid I didn’t even know it was a kink or could be, I just enjoyed it for what it was.

So yeah, you can definitely enjoy g/t without it being a kink. As they say, there’s always 2 sides to the giant quarter.

If you or anyone else out there, has any more questions about g/t, don’t be scared to ask! I’ll try my best to answer questions about it.

[mikibagels]

Heaven besties play cards against humanity, except they have to guess the stand user that best matches the card description

[radaverse]

what if they met way before they did

the baby

[ljubitelj-sonca]

Zigaretten und Wildrosen

So excited I can finally share this fic!! Thanks to @shadowgayst and @chaosofsmarty for beta reading and the whole Joblr server for the help!

Chapter 1/11 - Winter - the one with the advert

Found Family feat. Jance and a lil Bokris. 3.9k words, rated T.

At the very bottom of the poster was the phone number, nine times, vertical and cut into strips. Two had been ripped off by the time Nace stopped to read the advert on his way to his exam. He didn’t take one.

But when, two days later, on his way back from a study session, two more had been ripped off, Nace got nervous and just took one too.

In the end, he didn’t text the number until the strip of paper felt waxy beneath his fingertips in his pocket and the last digit was barely visible. But he did text it.

He got a response not three hours later.

Hey Nace, this is Kris from Joker Out! So nice to hear from you. We’d love to meet up with you for a jam session. When are you free for an hour or two this week? - 22:35

***

Or the one where Nace becomes Joker Out's temporary bassist for the upcoming semester, where he finds better friends than he ever could've hoped for, and where the band really is a safe space for all of them.

Link to the fic in the reblog <3

[wormfunkie]

this was just gonna be a warm up sketch and then idk what happened

[clubsheartsspades]

This time Pebbles actually dies -- but it'll be funny... in a few chapters

[hollowsart]

@rancid-zinnia-onthepatio

hi hello, so uhm.. -drops this and runs-

thank you for the meal that is your [fic].

I started sketching this as soon as I read this scene. like I actually backed out and opened medibang just to sketch it before continuing to read LOL

it's ok y/n, we're all deeply unwell for that stupid man. I want to chew on him and savor him like the juiciest slab of meat.