#MUWHAHAHAH

[icefishin]

[doctorwhozzat]

arthur is that you?

wow ιт'ѕ вєєηa while.

-smiles-

a figure stood in silence. Completely still.

Anyone passing by might think it was a statue, but in infact it was simply watching and waiting.

Leaving a trail of destruction in the last few timelines it visited. It planned to do the same to this one.

-@doctorwhozzat

[Arthur feels the disturbance in the timeline.. the close proximity of it.]

Hello? Who's there?

[he looks around the House, cautiously peeking around corners]

[smellslikejail]

The Beginning of the End

Time wasn't quite right here. Sam knew that. His hair was getting longer, and his facial hair was getting scruffy and unkempt. That meant something; but he didn't quite know what.

At least he was in a bigger room. Bigger mat. Softer too. He could stand up and walk around. The small room only let him stand up and lay down.

The small room was bad. There was pain in the small room. Cuts and scrapes. Bruises and aches that filled his whole body. Sam shuddered. They would turn off the lights for so long that he could almost see things in the dark. Shapes and colors that he didn't recognize. Then the lights came back on and there was relief.

But they didn't turn off. On and on and on on on. It burned. He tried to hide from it, but the light was always there. There were tears during that time. Tears and tears and tears. Till there were none left.

Where was he? Oh, the big room. Things were better here. No more screaming. No more pain. Clu would visit. Oh, those were the best times. Clu was warm and bright like the sun...sun...son. He was son once, but that didn't make sense. He was Clu's. Just like Rinzler. Just like the Grid.

Sam looked at his hands. He didn't have red lines before. But he did now. The User (user?) physicaly cringed. When Clu gave him the lines, it had hurt so much. Rinzler had red lines and a helmet. Sam had to wear a helmet now. He liked the helmet. It was dark and quiet.

He could walk now too and not be dragged everywhere. When Clu came, he would put Sam's disc on his back and he would feel better. Or worse. Or both. Rinzler would visit too. He'd sit there and look at him. Sam liked his rumble.

Sam remembered he was afraid of Rinzler once. Afraid of Clu too. But that wasn't right. Clu was his Master. Master of Rinzler too. Said they would do great things together. Sam really wanted that. He wanted to make Clu happy. Make Clu proud. Make dad...dad?

Sam shook his head and tried to grab at the thought, but it always slipped away like smoke. He sighed out of boredom. He wanted to see the Games. To sit by Clu and watch Rinzler.

There were footsteps and he stood up, hoping they were coming for him. Maybe it was Clu or Rinzler. Not the guards. The guards were mean. They called him User, but that was wrong. He was Sam.

The footsteps were getting louder, and Sam watched the door with anticipation.

[blu3berry4non]

are you still anonymous if you have an account 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

WAIT- NO DON'T EXPOSE ME-

I actually made a new gmail for this, so I think I can still have the title of blueberry anonymous. Besides, this is not my REAL acc. And IF you find my real acc, you won't find my scratch acc because I left no traces of my scratch acc here on tumblr. My scratch acc is basically my social persona I took on. I shall remain anonymous for as long as I know, as long as I'm comfortable. :)

[rusty-gloinks]

I acufally hate their dynamic so much actually **digs 20 feet deep and buries myself

[doctorwhozzat]

nice :)))))

spoopy art ig-

Tw in tags-

yea

Red

The thing the doctor runs into that one time. Didn't think much of it but maybe he should have. Especially since it's been following them around oof

Technically red could have existed long before Ana

But latched into her for some reason

And just started stealing her appearance

Very uncanny :/

[narasnooze]

@tentaiiled asked:

(˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ⌒♡*:・。. wet dream meme as promised~ obishika~ Ah… To be at peace under the rays of sunlight peaking through the leaves from the branches above. To listen to them mingle and dance to the song of the nearby stream. The birds whistling a different tune every few minutes. Then there was this extra shinobi who has been trying to apologize to him for the past three hours and fuck was he persistent. Getting annoyed at his presence, the ponytail-nin got up from his spot on the deck and retreated inside; knowing that the other was just going to follow him anyway. Continuing to ignore the older man, Shikamaru attempted to try and make a singular cup of tea without offering any. That was... until he was forcefully turned around to face that scarred handsomeness that he had unwillingly grown attached to, with his wrists pinned to the counter. The two men stared at one another, eye to eyes, for what felt like forever. Neither of them realizing just how close both their faces were getting until Shikamaru spoke up. ❝ So what are you gonna do? Screw me until you're forgiven? ❞ A pause… Until that sad look of his became serious. ❝ If that's what it takes. ❞ That was totally not the answer he was expecting and neither was suddenly having their lips on his. He didn't object to it though. In fact, his body melted faster than he could react and just trying to force himself to pull away was taking everything he didn't have. So he stayed attached, tongues locked into a heated battle and his arms were growing tired from trying to lift them out of the Uchiha's tight grip. The moment he finally gave up, Obito moved Shikamaru's hands to behind his back and kept them pinned; this time under one hand as the other made it's way down into his pants. Shuddering at the feeling of the others gloved hand wrapping around his member and stroking so torturously slow. An irritated groan left Shikamaru's throat in attempt to tell Obito to go faster, to which he obeyed but it still wasn't enough. ❛ Curse you Uchiha. ❜ He thought as he started to move in hips in effort to help himself finish as quick as possible. Being the asshole that he has been called countless times before, Obito stopped moving his hand and allowed Shikamaru to do all the work until his eventual release. Afterwards, he decided to pull away; leaving precious Bambi breathless and using the counter as support for he was weak in the knees. Those brown eyes of his filled with false hatred and desire as he stared at the other man who was unfazed. ❝ Mmm… I would keep going but you have to ask me first. ❞

It was in the early morning that Shikamaru woke up from twisting and turning in his bedsheets. He had let out several pleased little noises throughout his dream and he wore a faint, but content smile right before waking up. It took him a few extra seconds before he realised what exactly he had dreamed about and what caused his body to be so worked up.

He was going mad. Mad ! His face flushed, eyebrows pulled together in frustration and he grabbed his pillow and threw it across his bedroom, as if it would make everything better. Instead it just knocked over a tower of books and he groaned as he let himself fall back against the mattress.

A mixture of 2. Confused/Uncomfortably aroused & 4. Very aroused

[wonderlandsnack]

Today I decided I wanted to share my favorite area in sky!

I want to post more things like this hehe

[lady3clipse]

♡~When you kiss me, heaven sighs~♡

New stickers I made muwhahahah!

[melodythebunny]

behsgzhxhdgxhd bc gdgdg

I LOVE THIS ❣️❣️❣️

@lartmacabre tagging blue too bc why not uwu @blueweirdness

You know what-

@spaaceeboyy :3

Oh Deer

It was too quiet. It was driving Carrie absolutely batty. Or rather catty in her case. She absolutely hated dealing with restlessness. Hated being cooped up in one place for too long. It made her feel so trapped. So Carrie decided that she needed to take a walk despite it being two in the morning. She appreciated that Dr.Two-Brains took her in even though they had a rather rough start. He was so frightened of her, it actually made her more curious about him at the time. Wondering if he was like her. Though she couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed when he wasn't. Not that she would wish that fate on anyone. It would've made her feel less lonely if there was someone like her. Someone that could actually understand how she felt. Where she was coming from. Carrie had her very own space that no one dared to touch. The henchmen respectfully gave her the privacy she needed. They were always so kind to her, showing her how things were done. Honestly she wondered how they got into the whole henchmen business in the first place. They seemed like kind people. Though they weren't the brightest at times. She still enjoyed their company though. They were so excited to have someone to teach. Dr.Two-Brains and the henchmen were closer than anyone on the outside would think. He might've called them a name or two but their relationship was much better than before. The mad scientist often treated them as if they were his kids and he was the tired dad. It was sweet even though he wouldn't admit it. Carrie didn't mean to eavesdrop once but they were a bit too loud. Dr.Two-Brains had apologized for his behavior before. She had assumed it was during one of the villains' schemes. Something involving cheese obviously. Carrie loved her personal space but she needed to get out. Instead of pacing around and possibly waking up anyone with the twinkling of her bell. Carrie hadn't realized that while she was in her deep thoughts that she had wandered off in a random direction. Luckily she was familiar with her surroundings, having ended up in an alley she recognized. Taking a few deep breaths, she continued to walk. They wouldn't notice that she was gone. The mad scientist and his henchmen were already fast asleep. She would be back before they woke up anyway. Not that they were controlling of her. Of course not. Carrie just didn't want to worry them too much. Nor did she want to be much of a burden to them. Dr.Two-Brains had already done so much for her. That mad scientist made her feel so safe. Something that was quite rare for her. She could sleep peacefully with him around. Whenever she thought of the villain, Carrie would feel a fuzzy warm feeling. Her heart would flutter whenever he got a little to close. Something about him made her so drawn to him. She couldn't pinpoint it though. How was there something strangely familiar about him even though they've never met before. It was one of the many things that was driving her crazy if she was being honest. It was like they've known each other much longer than they actually did. Carrie felt her face warm up, blushing thinking about Dr.Two-Brains so much. She shook her head and waved off those thoughts. She was blushing thinking about him? It hit her. She had feelings for him. Romantic feelings.

[kiyuu-draws]

After some consideration and debate, i finally got around to pick ocs for you x3

Here are Mochi and Daifuku, Shiho's children!

of course, take your time! im glad you like ocsssss

Muwhahahah I love them, sorey if I took a while to finish, I'm enjoying my "vacation" from anxiety and depression

Also I'm sorry if I changed bit of their designs 🥺

[annerbhp]

Me, when I get an ask that brings up something that is definitely going to be a future plot point in the Armistice Series:

[nerdrehab]

I would like to share a scene I just wrote and haven’t finished. Its from my new Mass Effect WIP. Enjoy.

Scene

Distraught from Shepard’s admittance that he no longer has feelings for Miranda, she isolates herself. Although still on the run from Cerberus, they must continue to lay low. In an attempt to brighten Miranda’s spirits, Theta takes her out to a night at the Citadel, in order to relax and forget about Shepard.

Just hang out, they said.

It’ll be fun, they said.

Theta nervously tugs at the collar of their dress shirt. They had worn the five piece suit once before, but it was ages ago and now it felt tighter than they remembered. To make the night a little more relaxing for Miranda, Theta got a room on the Citadel for the woman to have her privacy and her thoughts, it was only enough for one night, but they figured she needed it after everything. With Miranda off the ship temporarily, Theta took advantage of the time to panic as well as change into fresh clothes that they hoped would give the illusion that they both were just relaxing. At fancier places that Theta ever thought possible, but they figured going all out would be a good distraction.

Theta’s hands move to their tie, tugging at it awkwardly as they glance around, still somewhat nervous about the idea that perhaps they overdressed. Perhaps the black fitted blazer was too much, the dark gray waistcoat buttoned up neatly beneath the blazer. It was the tie, the tie. They tug harder on the dark green tie, thinking better of it and trying desperately to take it off in their momentary panic.

The color of deep rich red catches their eyes, angling their head up to see the figure approaching them. Miranda, dressed in a rich red dress, the length barely catching the floor as she walks. Every part of the dress upwards hugging the gentle dip of her hips, even up her neck to perfectly hold her jaw. The center of the dress a delicate crisscross over her abdomen, open at just the right places, holding her breasts but allowing just the slightest gleam of their underneath. There’s barely a shoulder to the dress, just enough leaving her forearm bare while her hands and the rest of her arm remains concealed underneath long silken gloves.

“I was worried I had overdressed.” Theta barely registers Miranda’s words, their eyes frozen in shock. Gloved fingers grace their chin, slowly closing their agape mouth. “Careful, you’ll drool.”

“I…” Theta scrambles for words, thrown off by her playfulness. Trying desperately to blink back into focus. “You look amazing, Miranda.”

“Thank you.” Miranda smiles, stepping back a moment to get a look at Theta, a hand resting on their arm. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” They gulp loudly at that, their fingers still looped into their partially undone tie. She steps back towards them, removing her hand from their arm, going to the tie around their neck. Theta releases their grip on the tie, letting Miranda straighten up the knot once more, even with the woman’s eyes on the task, they could still feel her lingering gaze. “And thank you for this.”

Theta nervously rubs the back of their neck, glancing away from Miranda to try and compose themselves again. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s the least I can do, for making you put up with me the past few months.” They say lightheartedly.

Miranda laughs softly, resting her hands against their waistcoat, the tie comfortably in place once more. Her head angles back up, locking a steady gaze with Theta, making them lower their hand from their neck. “It’s not always terrible. I think you’re starting to grow on me.”

“Oh good.” Theta takes a step back, still offering a shy smile in return. “Because I’d have gotten sick of me at this rate.” They hesitate again, reaching behind them to rub the back of their neck but stopping themselves and quickly shaking off the nerves. “So, I have dinner lined up for us. Sushi place, I think you’ll like. Shall we?” They offer their arm, a leather glove slipped over their mechanical hand as they offer.

“We shall.” Miranda replies, slipping her arm into Theta’s, letting them tuck her arm in as they both walk to the restaurant.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After dinner, they both lingered at the strip for some time before finally retiring to the Presidium, aiming to bring Miranda back to her temporary room, but neither are ready for the night to end quite yet. They find their ways closer to the Presidium pools, walking along a smooth path that winds itself around the gardens, following along the water line. At this time of day on the Citadel, the place is empty, most people having already retired for the night or still living it up back at the strip. It gives them both a minute alone.

“I never imagined I’d ever find myself here.” Miranda muses, holding her arms against herself. Even with the gloves, her forearms were bare, and there was little doubt the dress could effectively keep her warm. On instinct, Theta removes their jacket, carefully draping it over Miranda’s shoulders, her eyes suddenly widening at the motion, glancing at Theta as they quickly shove their hands into their pockets.

“Why’s that?” Theta quickly stammers, covering up the moment by keeping the conversation going.

Miranda offers a small smile, turning her head away as her hands grasp the jacket tighter around her. “I’ve always been severe. Focused on tasks than ever trying to take… a break. Cerberus was my life for so long until.” She closes her eyes. “Until John made me realize what was really going on, but I didn’t know what to do really once I left. I just stayed focus on protecting Ori.” Her eyes cast down, her feet halting her walk as she stares at the pavement beneath them. Theta stops a step after Miranda, turning slowly to look at her as she speaks. “I told John once the only thing I can ever take credit for are my mistakes. At least I know I was never wrong about that.”

A nervous tick, one that Theta had already recognized over the past few days. With everything regarding Shepard propping up again, not to mention Oriana, it became a very frequent tick. Miranda reaches her hand up to her chest as it always does, but Theta quickly stops her, softly grasping her hand and pulling it to her side.

“Stop it.” The serious hitch in Theta’s tone draws Miranda’s surprise. “Do you think you made a mistake by having feelings for him? I don’t think it was.” The words make Miranda’s head lower more. Gloved fingers lift Miranda’s chin, Theta’s concern visible in their eyes as they gaze into hers. “The mistake is the fact that he gave it up not the fact that you fell for him. How is it a mistake to have human nature? What else have you done in your life thus far? How many of those were mistakes?”

The words stagger Miranda, her mouth slightly agape and stunned. Theta lets their fingers lower from her chin, keeping her gaze. “I’ll tell you. You saved your sister, three times. You brought Shepard back to life, despite the fact that he’s an enormous dick with red scars.” A small smile plays on Miranda’s lips, encouraging Theta to continue. “You’ve successfully eluded at least two fully trained assassins from Cerberus. People dead set on killing you, but they still haven’t got you. You took down your father’s project at Sanctuary. I’m pretty sure you saved the Council at one point too from a bioweapon. None of those were mistakes, you did those things.”

The shock remains on Miranda’s face as she tries to recover, resting a hand on Theta’s forearm, their hand reaching up to cup her elbow. “That’s not fair.” She murmurs under her breath. “You know everything about me.” She smiles. “How am I supposed to compliment you?”

“That was my plan all along.” Theta admits playfully, using their free hand to adjust their jacket around her, keeping it in place to keep her warm. “This night is about you, not me, and I aim to keep it that way.” They step back, letting Miranda’s hand slide down the length of their arm before turning, tucking her arm against their side.

“Fine.” Miranda relents happily, keeping herself close to their side. “Then I want to know something about you, tonight. Just one thing.”

Theta sighs, but keeps walking, nodding. “Shoot.”

“Where did you grow up? What made you join the Alliance in the beginning?” The question makes Theta grin, at least happy with the simplicity of it.

“I was a colony kid, grew up on a small colony in the Attican Traverse, nothing much to say about that. Single mom, she fought hard to try and raise me on her own, but it was difficult a lot of the time. I wasn’t the most hospitable of kids. It didn’t get much better for her when I met Alex.” Theta’s voice lowers at the admittance. “I grew up knowing what the Alliance did, they protected us. There were so many other colonies in the traverse that weren’t as lucky as us, colonists got killed, but we survived. I grew up wanting to be the helpful force that those other colonies needed. I wanted to help. So, that’s what I did, I joined the Alliance as soon as I was able. Sent any extra money to my mother in return while I served.”

Miranda hesitates, her hand squeezing Theta’s arm. “Your mother? Is she?”

“No. It was a few years into my service that I got wind of her death. Nothing traumatic, she just got sick. You can only live for so long after struggling for so much of it, eventually it takes a toll on your body and your mind. When I heard I was kind of, glad to hear she was finally resting.” Theta shrugs, perking up more with the change of topic. “Anything else?”

“How did… you lose your hand?”

“How long have you been waiting to ask that?” Theta chuckles, making Miranda hesitate. “Its fine.” They quickly add. “My last Alliance mission, I was with Alex. She rushed into the fray and I went in after her, when I was trying to call for back up, a batarian caught me off guard. Took my hand as I tried to avoid him.” They explain, patting Miranda’s hand to reassure her. “I told Alex to get out of there, leave me behind. I took out the batarians around me with my gun, I popped the heatsink and…” They grimace, still smiling as they hold up their other hand, the skin on the palm of her hand still scarred and mauled by the event. “I grabbed it to cauterize my arm.”

“You didn’t.” Miranda says, a bit stunned by the admittance. “That’s what you… meant, by not intentional.”

“I did.” Theta chuckles, rubbing the back of their neck with the mauled hand. “Not my smartest move, but it worked.” The thought makes Miranda chuckle as well, squeezing Theta’s arm.

[chicalovecupcakes]

Hey remember atlas my beautiful baby ? well here they are putting tissues in their shirt so they can trick thots

[artistfingers]

I would like to inform you that you have draged me into the detective Conan fandom and now I am on ep 130 and too far gone

MUWHAHAHAHA MY EVIL PLANS AT WORK…. 👀 it is my goal in life to slowly infect as many people as possible with my most favorite medias and this is only a sign it’s working

Those early eps are some of the best too imo. I absolutely adore the early animation/manga style for detco. THEY’RE SO ROUND!!! they’re so round. though to be fully honest, outside the movies, OVAs and early episodes I’ve only watched my favorite arcs and the Magic Kaito stuff. I’m most familiar with detco as a manga.

HEHEHE ANYWAYYYY ENJOYYYY 👀👀👀

[theladysexpistol]

Anon that asked Squadra and awful sleep schedule: OMG, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I just imagine how's that, hugging one of the boys, like the they're some sort of plushie, and ohhhh, here I am, heart melting, smile at my face! You make so good jobs, dear!🌺🌺🌺💖💖💖

I’m glad you liked it! I was a little worried I might have gone too silly with it but I was like... Risotto and Melone have such bad sleep schedule vibes... illuso is a sexy cocky bastard, and Ghiaccio is Ghiaccio so I felt like it still fit all of them 😂😂

Ps anons please make up nicknames for yourself for me I love seeing those on other blogs LMAO. You are now Squadra flower anon 🌺 congratulations 🎉🎉