#OK 2 RB BTW

[bustafe]

(selfship art) WHAT IS HIS FUCKING PROBLEM

[iceicewifey]

can’t sleep and curious; what’s a random fact about your oc/insert?

[999moreyears]

i will see the most jaw droping art style and then its those racist little kids. AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN!

[teutaranaway]

[robinthebard]

Hope You're Ok

I moved out in 2018.

I didn't take much with me.

I remember exchanging final words on the campus when you followed me.

You hissed of betrayal, you spat cold venom

Curses upon me like the ones reserved for our father.

I could see your arms trembling with fear.

You didn't know where I'd be going.

This new Abandonment was the cruelest thing I could've done to you.

By now, we have both long since became adults.

I remember grown-ups telling us we had already become adults

when we hadnt even reached our teens.

We held onto eachother a lot.

We were scared children for so long.

I remember when it became obvious we were different people.

When we couldnt share everything anymore.

We were attached at the hip out of legal necessity, kept as a package for the sake of logistical simplicity.

This would serve as a point of friction between us until it broke.

Even now though, I hesitate to say I was right to leave you behind.

This New Year's Eve, pushing into my second year on E.

I've cried more times than I can remember in the last week.

The world creaks and groans under the weight of sustained cruelty.

I think about how we used to hurt eachother.

I think about your nails digging into my arm.

I think about the times I held you when you cried.

I think about the ways you lied to protect yourself from our mother.

I can only hope you're ok now.

I can only hope you made it through everything, no matter what.

This is my final attempt to be a good brother to you.

I hope you don't mind having a sister now.

It was always unfair that you were alone, I'm sorry.

With Love, Robin

[whitehartlane]

my father has never watched a spurs game in his life why is he so bitter about kane 😭

[jesterjamz]

confession time i havent had a sleepover since 6th grade because my ex-friend who i may or may not have had a crush on tried to steal the case off of my school macbook & ACTUALLY stole my drawing tablet, a vr headset, & around $200 dollars & she did return it eventually but i havent talked to her since & i havent had a sleepover since

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

so does anyone want to make a suicide pact?

[mod2amaryllis]

i wasn't gonna share this ovulation-in-2-days comic but at jose's direction it became a whole saga

[7roaches]

sorry for tormenting you nightmare its csuse i love u

he can be chilling out.. as a treat

[petitprincess1]

the hateboners that the antis have for hazbin and everything related to viv is INSANE. can't scroll through any kind of social media (especially on twitter!) without accidentally stumbling upon the dumbest, most braindead takes. can't make silly little posts about hh or hb without antis flooding in. it's like their entire personality is to hate on viv and her works for some fucking reason

SO SO FUCKING REAL!

That's why I had to leave Twitter. It's just impossible to say even the slightest thing positive about HB and/or HH without the swarms of hate. Like I posted the small clip from the first ep of Hazbin with Adam wanting to be called "Dickmaster" bc I found Charlie's blunt af reply funny, especially since she's usually so perky. That's it. So many fucking QRTs of people either saying how bad or unfunny, commenting about Verbalase, and [insert stupid ass drama here]

And it's not even like I could block them. The moment I blocked 5 accounts there would be, no exaggeration, hundreds of others popping out of nowhere. It got to a point where it was bad for my mental health. If it weren't for HB and HH posting on Twitter, I would have no problem deactivating my account. It's so bad.

Don't even get me started on TikTok, even some of the fans there can be a bit much 😮‍💨

While Tumblr has hateful shit, it's not nearly as bogged down as Twitter is. Plus, I find so much more love here than I ever have on Twitter. (Not to say no one was nice to me. It just was a lot of hate that it was hard to separate the good from the bad.)

I'm not saying that they can't dislike Vivzie or anyone. It's just mind-boggling how antis/crits will literally HARASS ppl for watching a cartoon, even if that person also has misgivings for Viv. Which some fans do and that's perfectly fine. It's almost like separating art from the artist isn't hard.

I think it's even stranger when fans often echo the SAME CRITICISMS that they're saying, and yet....we dick ride Viv?? Um...sure....why not....

At this point, I just mainly say positive shit out of spite (and genuine love for the shows ofc). I'm just so done.

[npdkondraki]

fun fact: when i was a child my parents called me their mermaid because i never left the water until they forced me out

[titanofthedepths]

I was talking about this on a call the other day but one of my favorite things about Sea of Thieves is that the characters are allowed to be ugly and so wildly diverse. Even the skeletons are diverse and have compelling and fun designs.

Note that when I say ugly I don’t mean that as a bad thing - I’m a firm believer that ugly doesn’t have to be a bad word, just the same as fat doesn’t have to be. Nobody’s perfect and that’s beautiful etc etc, when I say ugly I mean “not conventionally attractive” and it’s something I wholeheartedly appreciate

Like. Player pirates are randomly generated, which can be frustrating but at the end of the day it’s refreshing to not be able to sit and put together the perfect pirate. There will always be little scars or nicks or features you didn’t choose to place there, but they’re your pirates’ features. Just a couple days ago I realized my pirate has a snake bite on her cheek, and I LOVE that it’s there, though I never would have considered it for her had I been given the option to build her from scratch.

The NPCs, too, are diverse, and allowed to be flawed, and ugly. With their crooked or missing teeth and imperfect proportions and scars and asymmetrical faces - Rare could have very easily chosen to make every last NPC a perfectly pretty face fit for a magazine, and they chose not to. It makes the characters feel a little more real, more like they’re people - I can’t tell you how often I sit and examine the models of NPCs to look at every little detail and just appreciate how imperfect they are.

And like previously stated - and perhaps the thing I appreciate the most - even the skeleton characters are widely varied. Rathbone moves with a hunched posture that hides the fact his frame is fairly small, Grimm is tall and wide in that way that Sea of Thieves builds their fat characters, one of Chi’s horns is growing from her eye socket and she’s lankier than Ruth’s sturdy frame, Horatio has arms that are just a little too long, so on and so forth.

Just… Sure, I don’t by any means love Rare as a company, but the character design we see in Sea of Thieves is some of the best I’ve ever seen. I have a lot of love for this pirate game and the amount of love the design team put into every single character they offer us

[999moreyears]

love my mutuals and my friend lalalala !! whee spins in circles and skips around weeee ^_^

[bunnyboy-juice]

POV: u are being snuggled by my cat (:

[permafrown]

CHOP CHOP I WANT THREE SEPARATE FICS

🤝🏽 + 💪🏽 + ✊🏽

YOUR GREED .. SICKENS ME..... anyway these are all roughly 500 words a pop so here you go

🤝🏽 Hand holding - Varrè × Rue

-> Varré finds Rue wounded in a cave (tw for blood)

"There you are, my lambkin." Varré purrs as he settles on his knees beside Rue, taking in their lethargic form. Their breaths came out slow, but steady. Their Knight's helmet had been cast aside, body curled over a rock. Hair splayed against bloody stone as they're just barely able to turn their head to look at him.

Their pupils, he noticed, went large at the sight of him. With hunger or affection, or perhaps even a mixture of both, he wasn't sure. "I was beginning to wonder where you had ran off to."

It would seem whatever venture they had gone on recently landed them in a nasty battle. Roughed up and bleeding. Luckily, their curse would keep them alive. Infact, they'd eventually heal, but without feeding it would be a slow, painful process. His Rue was a stoic one, veiling their pain with shaky breaths and subtle twitching.

"Your prey put up more of a fight than you anticipated, hm? Poor thing." He tuts, tucking a stray curl behind their ear. "You must be starving."

Rue's eyes went half-lidded at his gentle touch. Too tired to speak, it would seem. Up until then, they had been focusing all their energy on healing, but they did their best to focus on Varre's words.

"Say no more, your Varré is here to help you." He says, chuckling to himself as he began undoing the bandages on his arm. Rue raises their head weakly, watching him curiously. It surprises him how patient they are, despite their apparent hunger. Had he had been anyone else, perhaps a random passerby or an animal that just so happened to be weaker than them in that moment, Rue would've sank their teeth in already.

Once his arm is unwrapped, he offers it to them. Rue hesitates, for a moment, almost out of a sense of embarrassment. Varré lifts his arm higher, persisting. "Come on, don't be so modest now. We've done this song and dance before."

With a defeated huff, Rue takes ahold of his arm with one hand, the other atop his as he held it down firmly. Nails dug gently into his skin, a small distraction as they bit down on his wrist, incisors piercing skin to draw blood. The initial prick made Varrè his softly, his hand shaking slightly. Rue intertwined their fingers with his, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

They lap at the blood from the wound. Nothing had ever tasted sweeter up until that moment. Varré watched on with interest. He felt like he could see the life returning to their eyes before him. He was glad to see it working so quickly, but he wouldn't tell them that.

Once satisfied, they departed with a kiss to his wrist and a murmur of thanks, wiping any stray blood from their mouth.

They sit up, slowly, keeping a gentle hold on his hand as they began to re-bandage it for him. "I don't have much in me, still. I'll likely fall asleep soon in a moment to fully recuperate." They finish up, and lift their head to look at him. "Will you stay with me?"

Behind the mask, Varré smiles. While staying in a dank cave wasn't ideal, perhaps he could make the exception, just this once. "Of course, dear."

💪🏽 Bridal carry - Momotaros × Doombringer

-> momos and doombringer being weenies idk what else to tell you (no tws)

Tasked (or perhaps punished) with tracking down an Imagin, Doombringer and Momotaros stood outside the location of the reported spotting, eyes cast upward at the house on the hill. It was all run-down with no sign of life within it, vines half-way on the way to reclaim it. It didn't help it was already nighttime outside, either. The house sported a torn-up banner that read 'Haunted House Attraction!'

"Jeez, this place gives me the creeps." Momotaros murmurs, a shiver accompanying him after.

Doombringer shrugs, unphased. "It is actually haunted, after all."

"Seriously?" He asks in a harsh whisper. Doombringer doesn't respond, beginning to walk up the steps to the abandoned abode. Momotaros looks around, before hurrying after his partner before they got too far up the stairs "W-wait! Don't just say that and then try to leave me behind!"

Rushing up, he ends up bumping into Doombringer's back, catching them petrified at the top of the stairs. "What's wrong? What's there?" Momotaros asked, his voice getting shaky as he peered over their shoulder.

"The.. the door opened by itself.." Doombringer murmurs, pointing. Just then, thunder began to rumble in the sky. The two looked to eachother slowly, and then back at the door. 

With great hesitation, Doombringer began to walk forward. Momotaros followed closely behind, keeping a tight grip on their arms as they crept down the entrance hallway, which happened to have dimly lit candles.

"Any sign of that imagin?" He whispers.

"No," They whisper back.

The door slams shut behind them, and the two huddle closer. Momotaros whimpers. "Do you think it did that on it's own, too?"

"I don't know." Doombringer whispers back. "Maybe we should check."

Neither of them move for a good minute, merely staring ahead in silence, getting nowhere.

Slowly, Momotaros turns around first, a scream erupting from him at the sight of a horrible, several-eyed Imagin blocked the doorway, barely visible in the dark. He grabs at Doombringer frantically, who makes a series of confused sounds as they turn to see what he was seeing. Their scream joins his, and before they even know it, Momotaros has lept into heir arms and they're booking it to the nearest exit.

Luckily for them, the house has a back door. The door flies open, and Doombringer rushes out. They end up tripping on a blade of grass, however, and the two go tumbling down the hill.

The initial panic subsides as their rolling comes to a stop, and Momotaros is the first to spring up. "Wait a minute! Why were you panicking? You have a weapon!" He yells, pointing at Doombringer's signature meat cleaver attached to their waist.

"Not like I could've grabbed it with you in my arms like that! What was that for?" Doombringer barks back, sticking their hand out for Momotaros to help them up. Groaning, he takes their hand, pulling them up before turning back to the back entrance with a new-found determination. "Stupid imagin.. Now we really have to kick his ass."

"Mm." They hum in agreement, clenching their fists in show of their joint excitement. A thought crosses their mind just then, and they switch to gesturing toward the door as they turn to him. "Do you want me to carry you back in? Momohime."

Momotaros baps the back of their helmet, eliciting a hiss from them, and then he keeps walking. "Let's go, stupid."

✊🏽 Protecting - Deimos × Psychs

-> Psychs allows Deimos to accompany them on a retrieval mission (gun tw)

"Leave it to me, pretty lady." Deimos puffs his chest out, proudly waving his rifle around with no real concern for firearm safety. He spins on his heel, and starts to walk down the Nexus Core hallways. A smirk tugs at Psychs' lips.

Although this was Psychs' previous place of employment and they could most certainly navigate themselves, Deimos had insisted on serving as their escort. Infact, coming along was also entirely his idea. Once he had caught wind of the undertaking, however, he had practically begged Psychs to let him go with. They had planned on going alone since having anyone else tag along felt like more than a liability than anything, but, it seemed they had been persuaded otherwise. It was a simple retrieval mission, after all.

Deimos walks faster than Psychs, remaining vigilant as he constantly monitors their surroundings. The scientist, on the other hand, moves with a leisurely stride, hands behind their back as they keep their eyes on Deimos more than anything.

He sees a split path up ahead, and holds his hand up to signal for Psychs to stop. He looks left, and right, and then left again, contemplating. Nodding to himself, he starts to move right. Psychs stands at the intersection and watches Deimos walk down the corridor, and clears their throat.

"Oh, Deimos," They call after him. He turns to look at them. "You're going the wrong way." They chuckle, leaning to the side as they gesture beside them.

"My old lab's this way."

Deimos blinks, jogging back to Psychs, nodding as he moved past them to head in the guided direction. "I knew that."

As they moved forward, Deimos noticed how quiet things were. He clicked his tongue, tapping his rifle against his shoulder. "Is it always this quiet over here? I could've sworn this place used to be crawling with grunts.." He mutters. "I was hoping to get the chance to show off."

"Show off," Psychs repeats. "As if I haven't seen you fight before."

"Yeah, but this is different." He looks back at them, winking. "I'm protectin' ya!"

"Watch. By the end of this, you'll be fawnin' over me. I'm gonna shoot an agent and you'll be all like-" he pauses to clear his throat to put on a stupidly high-pitched voice "'Wow, Deimos! That was so cool of you! You're so handsome and I love you sooo much! I don't know why I didn't ditch these losers sooner!"

"Mm." Psychs hums in tame amusement, the two stepping into an elevator. Psychs presses a button to one of the upper floors. "Is that how I'll sound?"

"Yup!" Deimos grins. "Down to the last word."

The door opens after a minute, and immediately, an approaching agent spots the two of them, startled.

"Now's your chance." Psychs whispers to him, and Deimos laughs, running out the elevator to show this nameless agent- and more importantly, Psychs- what he's made of.