#OGH THE GLASSES

[shandsformation]

another magma thingy

[medi-bee]

-pleh-

Here you go :]

🚘💥🚑 🤸‍♀️car crash 9999 causalities (my evil clones)(they crashed the car)

[cara-carabowditbowdit]

ok so. idk what happening here but yeah!!! this was really hard cuz my drawing tablets pen broke a few minutes in but i didnt want to abandon it so. mostly mouse

[temmtamm]

I need you to write SOMETHING about yan Ford locking up (gn) reader slskxlflwld please I need him,,,,,,,, ogh

It wasn’t an easy feat to do this, y’know??

Really, he’d expect more appreciation on your part. Don’t you see all that he is putting on the line just for you? But, no. He supposes it is to hasty for a wild animal to suddenly get used to being loved and having a home.

And trust, that IS what you are. A wild, stray dog. One he intends on domesticating.

After all, it would do you no good to live on your own in a town like Gravity Falls. Too many creatures who would tear you limb from limb if given the chance.

Really, it’s much more preferable that he found you than the others.

…

Now, suuure, he may have found you through unconventional ways—But, hey!! Every Romcom starts with miscommunication!!

…His just happened to be him tracking you down after seeing you at the Mystery Shack, finding your home, your family, your first pets name.

It was all in the name of research, however!! Research is what he does best!! He can pick apart and dissect any topic of interest with enough time.

You just so happened to be his latest topic of interest.

—

“You have to eat, y’know?” Ford knelt down next to your curled in form laying weak on the ground, malnourished, sick, with sweat clinging to your skin and hair that hasn’t been washed in days. No matter, he’s seen worse. He’s lived through worse. They don’t exactly have showers in every single dimension, so a couple months is nothing compared to his nearly 30 years without a shower.

You didn’t respond. That has been your new gimmick lately, he noticed. You’re newest stage of grief.

You’ve already went through anger, bargaining, denial—Now, he just had to deal with your depression before he could get to the sweet ivory bliss that was acceptance.

He’d be waiting with bated breath for when you accepted him and how good this truly was for you, when you’d lean into his touch rather than jerk away.

Maybe then you can finally see more of the house than the basement—So long as you don’t snitch to the others why you’re here.

First things first, however, he needed to make sure you were healthy.

“I said eat.” He huffed, thick bushy brows knitting together as his tone grew more stern. That’s how he usually got his way, he noticed. He had to intimidate you. That’s what he had to do to stop you from stabbing him with his pens, to stop you from using any broken shards of glass to cut yourself, and to stop your from telling him how much you hated him.

Strangely enough, however, it didn’t work this time. If he had to guess, this was your new way of getting back at him, of not giving him the satisfaction of taking care of you. You’d sooner die from starvation than eat anything he cooked.

Too bad he wasn’t letting you. “They always want it the hard way..” Ford sighed, shaking his head before one of his hands jutted out, grabbing at your jaw, already so sore and bruised from the other times when he was…less than kind when handling you. It’d stop if you stopped biting, y’know.

“Glk—“ A choked gag left your lips, your nose wrinkling as your eyes grew misty from the pain. You tried to stay strong, to fight against him, though, inevitably, your mouth parted to let out a cry of pain. “Stop—“

You barely had time before a metal spoon was forced down your gullet, burning hot chili following it. You weren’t allowed solids yet.

Your eyes watered further, feeling it burn at your tender flesh and gums, making you swish it around, desperate to alleviate some of the pain before giving up, swallowing to make the pain, and food go away.

You hated that defeat tasted so good, especially with how you had been neglecting yourself lately.

“There we go,” You hated how Ford cooed even more. “That’s much better, isn’t it?”

A pathetic groan left your lips, with your head ducking back in to hide in your curled up form as he reached out, a rough, calloused six-fingers palm petting and playing with your hair as you laid like a old, tired dog.

…The feeling was soft and sweet, contrasting how tired and sore your bones were.

“There we go…Good dog.”

[mowu-moment]

ranking food tokens by how much personally i want to eat them

- Throne of Eldraine -

i have reason to distrust this meat pie thing, not only because of its wails of anguish but it also seems to have burst a bit in the oven. still not honestly opposed, at least the dishes are clean. 5/10.

how does one unpeel a curly banana? why are there sliced-open fruits on what appears to be a stone in the woods? where is the light coming from? i'm going to be taken by the fae and it's not even gonna taste too good while i'm at it, these things look dirty. but idk i don't mind someone else taking the wheel of my life rn. 2/10.

again, concerns about the floor food, but at least it looks more like some deliverygirl got eaten by a wolf and dropped her basket than a trap. someone already took a bite, though, maybe i should leave it be. 4/10

i have been invited to the Goblin King's Feast and while i don't fully agree with his choices i will certainly partake. boar looks wonderful apart from the hair. 7/10

- Commander 2020 / Strixhaven Commander -

i'm pretty sure cattails are poisonous to humans (not to mention the actual poisons in there) so i unfortunately can't oblige gyome's swamp soup. that crusty bread looks pretty nice though. i'll pick this thing apart like high school cafeteria lunch. 3/10.

- Modern Horizons 2 -

i at least know who cooked this one, and i trust asmor a decent bit, but this is still food for demons, so maybe it's not too good for me. goddamn do i wanna know what it tastes like though. 4/10.

- Unfinity -

i'm considering these two together. as a filthy american, i am allured by these fat-filled foods, but as a lad with a tiny stomach, i doubt i could eat enough to feel good about not wasting it. astrotorium's about excess, goddamn. the only funfair burger i've had was the best thing i had eaten in months, but it also made me ill the rest of the day. i really do want some infinity fries though, those look like the golden mean between a steak fry and a curly fry. 6/10.

- March of the Machine Commander -

meanwhile this looks like a texture nightmare. like i respect it, i imagine it's filling and fulfilling, but i don't think i ever could eat more than a bite or two. bread looks a little worse than gyome's but only a little. 5/10.

- Lord of the Rings: Tales of Middle-Earth -

my white ass loves a charcuterie board. and i'm not going to be intimidated out of it by not eating enough, since it's all in snack-sized bits already. definitely gonna overindulge this sucker. i'm nervous about some of those spreads though. 9/10.

this looks like i'm in a dream, is it actively cooking? or still hot? i can't identify what's in that pan anyway. i'm leaving it alone out of respect. wouldn't mind a drink though. 2/10.

this is not food. for humans. 0/10.

- Wilds of Eldraine -

this is a king's feast i am properly intimidated by. i'm more into it than the Goblin King's, particularly that triple-layer blueberry pie or whatever that is, but i'm going to have to be as polite as possible lest i get a face full of flaming beer. 8/10

i'll probably be eaten before this can eat me, and it barely looks like food, but at least i go down with sugar in the mouth. 1/10.

ogh. that egg looks divine. the bread looks amazing, there's a full glass, i've got like beans or mermaid tears everywhere. we've even got seasonings back there. the best damn breakfast i'll ever have. 10/10.

i would still probably eat this over nothing. there's onion, at least. i will either be hexed or violently ill, but like i could at least get it down. and maybe the witchmother is testing my strength and she'll reward me after slurping an eyeball. a convenient lie to tell myself. 2/10.

- Doctor Who Commander -

y'know, four, i think i would like a copyrighted candy. they look sad and british, which is on point. but like it's not actively killing me like half of these. i think anyway. i don't know doctor who. 6/10.

what is this? i have no idea. custard? raw batter? giant dunkaroo? is he dipping fishsticks? it doesn't look like it's done cooking, like do we need to put it in a fryer again? i'd say it's inedible but it's not poison stew so i have to be nice. 4/10.

get AWAY from me. this is a PERSONAL vendetta. i would rather try to eat spiderwebs. plus he's already eaten half of it. -10/10.

- Fallout Commander -

i can't be too mean since this is literally apocalypse food. i think i prefer this over poison stew? like i recognize it at least, even if it's foul and moldy. man has to eat something. 3/10

i'm not convinced there's actual soda in here. is this just a perspective shot or is this a giant prop soda? i don't like cola anyway. again, worth it in an apocalypse i suppose. 4/10

this soda i trust even less. it glows? does this give me magic powers in the fallout world or does it just kill me slowly? i think it'll kill me slowly anyway. i need fluid to survive in apocalypseland but damn i hate for it to come to this. 2/10.

[rick-ety]

Batch 2 of narrators! (Less this time agh)

@visillantopng ooooh boy how do I even BEGIN to start with this guy. He’s probably been one of my biggest inspirations for my narrator design, like ever. He’s honestly been a huge inspiration for just *me* in general when it comes to art. Guys just take a close look and you’ll see the similarities I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HES OERFECT!! There’s just something real special about him, I can’t quite place it. Really glad I got to finally draw him for you.

@altyem OHH the wings I love love love wings I love wings I love wings. Did I mention I like drawing wings. Especially head wings. Like I really lik e drawing head wings.hes so pretty and i love drawing him he’s so fantastical and pretty and magnificent omg

@juaneloriginal fujhckngn guy. Ball that’s all I have to say please get him out of my sight. I hope he gets soggy (he rotates in my mind please *literally* get him out of my sight /aff pls he won’t leave. He he won’t)

@thechaotichorselord his glasses are a really cool thing I haven’t really seen anywhere! It’s really creative honestly, I loved drawing them oughhhh ouh ogh he is so grumpy and I loeve him. I mean what who said anything . I feel like I didn’t do him justice in this drawing so DO NOT THINK THIS IS THE END

Last we have @fluffipawn HOOHOO. THIS CHARACTER DESIGN IS BEAUTIFUL absolutely cooked while making this guy. I love how quirky his outfit is and it’s a shame I didn’t draw more of it aahhhhfjgjgjghfjsjsjsnsjsksk @

And I think I’m gonna stop there! I have a few more projects I wanna get to and the narrators are for lack of a better term holding me back a little 🙏🙏 I LOVED drawing all of these guys though. Really thank you for submitting and even if I didn’t draw your guy I love love them all and I saw them all <3 ouuuuuhhgg

[mote-of-ash]

Ogh my new glasses are finally in

[pixies-and-poets]

Ogh please please please vampire!phantom with something... soft : ]

It was the early hours of the morning. The poet yawned and slid a paw under his glasses to rub his weary eyes. He hadn't been at the castle for long, and... he wasn't exactly sure what his long-term sleep schedule was going to be. Right now, in these hours, his circadian rhythm was more of a circadian cacophony.

He had once been an early riser, and it went against all of his old habits to fall asleep with the sunrise. And yet these days that's when sleep invariably came upon him... easier than sleep had ever come before, and scarcely voluntary... because, after all, that was when his Lord fed. Sleep came freely, the drowsiness rushing into him, after the world's most effective acupuncture routine had drained him of just enough of his lifeblood. And so he slept all day, and was awake and working on his writing all night, and that was that. Still, his body was getting used to the demands imposed upon it, and--

A knock on his bedchamber door awoke the writer from his musings. "My Lord? Is that you?"

"Oui, mon poète. May I enter?"

"Most happily you may," said Woodrow. But as the door opened, he continued, "You are back early, my Lord. There are hours yet before sunrise. Are you tired?"

"Ah, no, mon cœur. It's just... I had a particular desire."

Woodrow blushed, but before he worked up enough sensibility to ask what this desire was exactly, the vampire continued.

"Do you have any fear of heights?"

"Heights!" repeated the poet. "Not as such... I try to keep myself away from high places due to my ill fortune.... but no, I do not dread them naturally. In fact, I once wore stilts of my own volition..." It would be most unfortunate if he DID have this fear, he thought to himself, considering the permanent growth spurt the Fates had granted him.

The vampire, who did not know all of the writer's past, took this to mean he had extended his already unusual tallness, and laughed at the mental image. "I should have liked to see it! But, well, let us waste no more time then- there are things I'd like YOU to see. Come-" and with that he floated towards the room's large window.

Woodrow was slightly confused, as he already gazed out this window frequently. But then Lord Phan undid the latch, and cast the panes open.

Before the poet knew what was happening, he was snatched up in the vampire's grasp, held tight to his chest. His wings unfurled with a loud leathery flap, and the two of them shot out through the opening.

The wings, of course, were unnecessary for the ghost's flight, but they did help with speed... and thus they rocketed upward, towards the crescent moon. As they reached great heights at great velocity, the poet's instinct was to scream- this was a little more than a normal fear of heights would account for - but he swallowed it, and clutched at the vampire's cravat, looking downwards at the castle becoming smaller and smaller.

Soon enough the vampire stopped. The air at this height was chill and moist, and the vampire himself was no less cold, but held so tightly and protectively in his claws, the poet felt warm. And safe. He looked down at Spooky Trails as he had never seen it... rivers and creeks winding through forest, ruined abbeys and derelict villages, and Lord Phan's castle itself, with the grand stage in its courtyard and the Moon Gate further on. Even the occasional creature moved about, both corporeal and spectral, so small that he could scarcely make out their species- just that the glowing white dots were likely Boos. To those below, the Phantom would also be a barely-discernible speck, the poet effectively invisible and the vampire's glowing belly looking like just another star in the sky.

"It's beautiful from up here," said the poet in awe.

"Yes," said the vampire. "I wanted to show you my domain as I see it. The idea came to me when I was in flight. I noticed you often write about birds in your work, so... I surmised that perhaps you might enjoy the bird's eye view. Or the bat's, as it were. You are part of my world, and thus ought to see my world."

"Oh, my Lord, I... thank you."

"You are certain you aren't afraid?"

"I'm never afraid when you're here."

The vampire purred at this, and nuzzled into the poet's neck. Freeing his arms from under the Phantom's grasp, the poet loosened his own collar, starting with the ribbon that held it tight. He looked back down at the world below him, and felt the familiar sting in his neck. Perhaps it was just the intensity of the setting, the dizziness of the heights and the thinness of the air, that made the experience seem extra intense; but the vampire seemed especially amorous tonight, the little licks and the hungry suction at the poet's veins just the right amount of passion tempered by tenderness. He sighed, reaching up a hand absentmindedly to stroke the vampire's cheek and play with his hair, but soon his vision went fuzzy and his paw fell limp.

Lord Phan finished his work, and held the man in his arms tighter than ever, now barely conscious and floppy as a ragdoll. Soon he would flutter back down to the window and lay him into bed. For now he held him, supporting his head close to his own chest, feeling the warmth of the poet's body on his exterior and the even more intense heat of his freshly given blood inside him. Indeed, the satisfaction was external and internal....

He looked down at the world below. A world that recently he was seeing in a new way, illuminated and given vibrancy by the work of his favorite poet. A world that was better than he had ever known it could be.

[microposting]

i think a science lab setting would be again a great place for a new fic. i love the dehumanizing prospects in that space. delicately removing their clothes, using a microscope on them, weighing them, measuring them, using a funnel or pipette to fi-

and then maybe placing them into an erlenmeyer flask that's stuffed with cotton to save for later, if they behave. they get trapped in the cold glass graduated cylinder if they don't lol

ogh I’m a huge science geek and I love that sort of setting. I do have a couple very messy WIPs that are lab-based but I try not to talk about WIPs.

a personally fave element is that so much stuff is intensely sexually violating for the tiny, but only a mild annoyance for the researcher. they don’t see it as sexual at all, just ugh, please hold still so I can get this over with. ew, I think it just came?

one quick idea that I probably won’t wind up writing: a participant in a clinical trial for a new medication experiences the very rare side effect of shrinking to just a few inches tall, and the researchers decide to just keep them to study this phenomenon more. maybe they even try to get them to shrink twice, just to see if it’s possible…

I don’t think I would personally keep a tiny in a grad cylinder, though. I’ve accidentally shattered way too many of them to trust that.

[lunarpanda]

HI HI HI HI HI HI HELLO...

Ichimachyu with glasses ogh... holding out his hand I take it<333 owo

Also Choro... Choro looking good here... I'm biting his neck.

I'M BITING TOTTY'S LEGS ARE YOU KIDDING ME. CUTIE PIE.

[veganbear]

So at work I started to listen to a podcast by @thepenumbrapodcast, Juno Steel and I love it.

Got through the first season and ogh.

Characters are like, hardly described at all so this is all my interpretation, I can explain some of my choices and personal headcanons for designs.

So the reason why I gave Juno long hair is that honestly, I do not understand gender in this podcast. I can not tell if Juno is a man or not (most likely is, but I keep being confused) so I have him long hair so he could more easily swap in my mind between being female and male. Accidentally genderfluid Juno, oops.

Rita wears yellow glasses because she would wear silly glasses to the office.

Peter's look took inspiration from Aziraphale. Not that I've seen Good Omens, I just think he fits his voice. Additionally, always wears a white tux because he likes the aesthetic (Though gets annoying with the blood that's usually spilled with him around).

Also I would have loved to make them look more martian and future like, but I don't have the creative juices right now, I'll redesign and color them later.

[zhongrin]

pls excuse me for invading your inbox again i just wanted to leave a quick shower thought here dont mind me mom-

this has been marinating in my head for the past couple days, but imagine a model au where wrio and zhongli lowkey competing for your attention since you're the one behind the scenes and is responsible for designing their outfits for runway hehe

(model zhongli and wrio in glasses. that's all i will say mweheh)

ogh..... oghhhhh thinking harddddddd........ please i need.... i want this badly...... i can't ever see myself as a stylist because i'm a fashion disaster but.... mmmm....

zhongli always booking your time ahead for fittings and stuff. always slipping in offers for you to become his personal stylist. treats you to tea and pastries on the local cafes after your appointments. sometimes dresses up horrenduously so you'll fuss over him and drag him to the nearest clothing shop so you can 'fix his attire'....

wriothesley, driving you around with his motorcycle and has a special helmet for you. brings his dog whenever you meet up because he knows you're smitten with the lil pupper. dropping little flirtatious comments here and there, always praising your outfit choices....

SOBBING CRYING I WANT THEM!!!!!!!!

[pork-soda-83]

OH MY GOD

OGH MY GOD

OHGH H???????!? HELLO HELLO ?? AAAA!!??!?!?

[muzzlemouths]

Hey Muzz, the first three are for Dead Mall Dare, and the last one is for basic/canon FNAF: Security Breach! :3

🎭 - Tell us one cliche/trope you love in AUS and one you dislike

✔️ - Tell us a random fact about any of the characters in your AU

🌒 - Do you prefer Sun & Moon to be separate animatronics or share the same body?

🌻 - Who are your favorite FNAF characters, aside from the DCA?

Almost forgot about these oops

🎭 - Tell us one cliche/trope you love in AUS and one you dislike

Truthfully, I love most tropes and hcs this fandom has come up with. I'm particularly fond of the autism one for entirely unbiased reasons wink wink (especially Sun hand flapping and Moon verbal stimming -- OGH that gets me good). You'll see both of these pop up in DMD, as well as some moments of OCD with Moon. As for tropes I don't like...I'm struggling to make a list because, like I said, there's really not much I disagree with. A single trope does come to mind, however, and that's the infantizing of Sun. I don't mean woobifying him (please, by all means), what I mean is when people write him like a literal child, when all he does is throw temper tantrums or appear so innocent you'd think he was in kindergarten. My sun is clever. Sure, he's got his moments of pouting, but if he's acting dumb it's all part of the game, it's because he wants you to think he is, not because he genuinely can't tell left from right. The trope just really gets to me lol

✔️ - Tell us a random fact about any of the characters in your AU

Here's three (3) random facts!

Sun has something of a vanity problem. Not to say he isn't incredibly kind and generous, but he's the type to spend an hour using glass cleaner on his rays until they're sparkling just right. Or, at least, he used to. When there were still people to see them.

Moon has the mall entirely mapped out and memorized. The mall blueprints are uploaded to their system, so that's a given, but I mean to say that he knows the exact amount of steps between the candy shop and the start of the food court, for reasons not yet disclosed but which are heavily plot relevant.

y/n is directly related to an old (and frequent) customer of the mall from its glory days. Too bad they haven't the slightest clue!

🌒 - Do you prefer Sun & Moon to be separate animatronics or share the same body?

Depends on the AU, really! They share a body in ICFY because that fic is very canon compliant, whereas I chose to have them be separate animatronics in DMD because I thought it just worked better, story wise. I like them both ways, so personally, it just comes down to which better assists the narrative as a whole!

🌻 - Who are your favorite FNAF characters, aside from the DCA?

Bonnie my beloved 🥺 I've always had a soft spot for them. I like Freddy, too, (maybe by default, or simply for nostalgia's sake), but my favorite is and has always been Bonnie, with Ballora taking a CLOSE second.

[shapeshyft]

For all their counted and recognized sins against her, and her alone, there were very few human fuck-ups that soured her mood more consistently than having horrid aim.

She waged war against them, in her own way. She fought. She lied. She hunted, terrorized and killed. She did these things, because SHE accepted the consequences. The man at her side, darker in his hues, & lighter in his heart? The bullets that carved through still air toward him were meant for HER.

That thought might have incentivized her to ignore the no doubt rational means of egress he could offer her, to instead fire back at the mounting policing efforts stacking up outside the coffee shop she'd turned into her D.I.Y. alamo.

our muses on the run from the law. Together.

❝ WE'RE GONNA START LOBBING GAS IN THERE IF YOU DON'T GIVE UP RIGHT N-OGH! GET DOWN! ❞

The megaphone being used by overeager officer #2 shattered. Torn apart by her last angry .45, leaving the woman to sink below the heights of her perch and look across the eatery at @bothsidesofaquestion.

❝ Leave. ❞ Mag ejected, spare gra - spare grabb - Fuck, where were her spares? ❝ Before they get a camera in here. ❞ Courts of public opinion. Recovery of his image would be hard. She didn't want that for him. ❝ Now. ❞

Glass shatters as a smoking tube is lobbed into her space. Before it even touches linoleum, however, her right arm is extended beyond bone and sinew, hand outstretched to catch, wheel and hurl the thing back outside. Screams of confusion rest easy on her ears, further tallies to her name to remember when this was all over.

[thebeastofblackmoor]

Spotify wrapped ask game — 17, 42, 61 😄

17: Your Love (Deja Vu) by Glass Animals

42: Rise, Naianasha (Cut the Cord) by Coheed and Cambra

HIGHLY HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND this song and this whole album; shocked it wasn't higher tbh

61: Last Train to San Fernando by Johnny Duncan and the Bluegrass Boys

ogh yeah I love me some cowboy music 😎🤠

THANK YOU for the ask I could talk about Wrapped playlists all day