#Oh jeebus!!

[iddybittysnail]

[wynnibee]

i was obsessed with @zus-a-fungi 's man o' war eclipse design and wanted to draw them so beep let's go [id in alt and under the cut]

Edit: added ids since i forgot to first time around! wouldn't usually separate the id from the image but i'm making an exception this time around.

[id: a colored illustration of an AU design of Eclipse from FNAF, drawn as a man-o-war mer.

Eclipse has four arms, "rays" made of many man o war polyps which also extend from his back like wings, a large sail bladder behind him, an open chest that holds a glowing yellow orb, a bell that acts like a skirt, and his tail is made of long, flowing pink, purple and blue tentacles, surrounded by smaller pink tentacles and delicate white strands made of hearts. Fluffy pink growths surround each of his wrists and have small pink and white heart shaped flyaways. He has dark blue bands on his upper arms and forearms, and his palms are a light purple and his fingerpads are an even lighter purple. His belly and half of his face has the same light purple markings. his cheeks are both shades of dark purple. eclipse has white eyes and large tusks on his lower jaw, with a pink mouth and tongue.

His chest is open, displaying a hollow cavity that holds a small orb. Light blue teeth like ribs extend from either side of the cavity, and the inner flesh is a deep mauve color. it splits directly down the middle of his torso, and the skin is folded under the teeth where it opens.

He's posed like he's leaning back, with three of his arms extended like he's presenting something. two of his palms are face up, with one cupped and the last arm and hand facing his face. Eclipse has a large, open mouthed smile and bright eyed expression. His long jellyfish tail extends under and way far behind him, fading into the dark purple background. End id.]

[thedevillionaire]

Chosen

Much shorter than it has any right to be, given how long it's taken me to actually finish. Plot? Uh, no, not really. But anyhow... She's been away. He's been unwell.

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He looks at her like she’s the most welcome hallucination he’s ever had.

Kia closes the door slowly behind her as she takes in this chaos of a makeshift apothecary, the loungeroom in an utter state of disarray and her beloved not faring much better, red-nosed and unshaven and dressed in a black silken pyjama and robe ensemble which, while inarguably stylish, was very definitely not his usual late afternoon wear.

And not at all what she had been expecting to come home to.

A miscellany of potions and concoctions and gods-know-what-elses lie scattered across the coffee table. A teacup, mostly empty. Two tissue boxes, one apparently even emptier than the teacup. Some sort of book...no, manual. Looks instructional. A wilderness of failed curatives.

Oh my god.

She walks further into the room. The air smells of menthol and embers.

“Babe, what are… Are you… What have you even been doing h…?”

You absolute beautiful total disaster.

“Trying not to… hh-HH …let thi…this-damn-cold…” Cerberus turns from her as his sentence dissolves, the syllables collapsing against one another in a desperate rush to give way to greater need and deep breath of purpose, and he raises a finger in urgent, undeniable pause. "Huh-TSSCH-uu!" Hurriedly claiming a series of tissues in a brief, expectant hiatus, he surrenders completely and sneezes again. "Hh-AATSCHH-uu! *snff-FF!*" A quiet groan in the aftermath. He excuses himself, adds another tissue to the set, blows his nose and immolates the lot. "Pardon me." He sighs. "Trying not to let this godsdamned cold win,” he manages, with an accompanying sharp sniffle. Neither heavy congestion nor the way his voice cracks slightly lessens any of the seething distaste in his tone.

“Oh, honey.” Kia brushes some errant hair back from his face. :Bless you.: She touches a tender kiss to his temple. “You’re getting your ass kicked.”

She offers him a soft smile to hopefully lessen a little bit of truth's sting. "C'mon, shift over," she says gently as she joins her beloved on the couch, nestling up beside him, resolutely ignoring every caution he tries to give her advising against doing so. Notably half-hearted as those cautions are.

Because while it’s true that he very much doesn’t want her to catch this, he’s also well aware it’s more than likely already too late for such concerns. The entire house is probably some sort of incubation epicentre. And, sincerity of expressed warnings aside, the entire sorry vista surely constitutes warning enough. He's fairly certain he couldn't look more biohazardous if he tried.

Cerberus sighs again, sniffling again immediately afterwards, and gives his bonded a look of resignation.

Further elaboration hardly seems necessary.

But also he doesn’t press the issue because in truth the last thing he wants is to send her away. He’s not even sure he has the energy to insist on it, anyway; he’d be infuriated about this entire ridiculous circumstance if he wasn’t so damn exhausted. So, small obligatory protests done, with another damp sniffle Cerberus shifts some disarrayed blanketry out of the way and wraps an arm around Kia’s waist, drawing her close.

Her soft perfume of violet, strawberry and vanilla is lost on him anywhere outside of memory right now, but her presence is more than enough and he closes his eyes for a moment, just appreciating the simple fact of her being here beside him at last; he's missed her immensely, constantly.

“You know, you could’ve just asked me to come back, if you wanted me here,” Kia muses as she nestles further into his heat, adding, “It wouldn't have been a big deal,” without accusation. She leans her head against his shoulder and looks up at him with gentle azure gaze, her unspoken thoughts of I’d always choose you. How do you still not know that? readable despite her not voicing them.

And he does, of course, know that – in fact, it’s the very reason he wouldn’t ask. Cerberus sniffles thickly, wiping his nose. “Ah, love. I'd hardly ask you to put yourself anywhere near this—" He gestures around the room in a general presentation of contempt for the whole situation. "—vortex of infectious absurdity,” he concludes, thick congestion lacing his words. He clears his throat but it doesn’t make any notable impact against the wreckery his voice has become. "And it's about your... *SNFF!* ...your autodoby."

Kia peers at him. “My…what?”

“Your au…” Cerberus, all too aware that several critical consonants are unequivocally not working for him, rolls his eyes at himself. Honestly. Taking another fresh succession of tissues from a very rapidly depleting supply, he blows his nose forcefully but completely ineffectively.

He excuses himself once more and tries again; it goes equally badly.

Kia, baffled, raises her hands in a friendly but very clear nope sorry babe no idea expression, accompanied by a gentle little laugh that she just can’t help.

A long-suffering and immensely frustrated look comes her way, followed by a resigned, defeated sigh as her beloved entirely gives up. “Free will.”

For a moment, this makes even less sense to Kia. “Why would…” she begins, but cuts herself off in triumphant realisation. “Oh, autonomy!” She laughs. "Oh, sweetheart."

“That’s what I s… hh-hh! I...” And even this is hijacked, and the Demon king capitulates entirely, doubling over desperate into crooked elbow, “Huh-TSCHH-uu! Ah-HEHTSCHuu!” 

He takes some moments of bleary recovery, Kia's heartrate spiking alongside the :Gods, forgive me: Cerberus Mindsends her.

"Oh, bless you, babe." Kia doesn't try to fight the thrill that flashes through her and she wraps herself around her bonded to kiss him again; a kiss deeper, more needful, than is probably wise. But wisdom isn't what she's craving right now.

“You know what? You’re going to stop talking and let me make my own choices.” She brushes a stray lock of hair from his eyes, touches the softest of lingering kisses to his forehead and meets his gaze. :Talking really isn't working out for you anyway.: "And besides—" Another kiss, deeper again, and she presses her arousal against his, salacious, wanton.

:—you know we both want the same thing.:

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[captainshyguy]

thinking abt that religion poll and its like i try very hard to not be one of Those Atheists, but then i remember watching a christi*n say with their whole chest that atheists have no purpose in life, and isnt that so depressing!! and when i brought this up to another christi*n they didnt think that was disrespectful at all so like no actually i think i can be a little mean and judgy abt christi*ity actually

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

and so i return to my roots of eating half a cantaloupe in one sitting

[beepeircings]

Cw : Bright colors, eyestrain

So if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor

Neatly fold your skeletons but still can't shut the closet door

The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough

So evil ones should get a little more

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Not eyestrain + no text version below

[ghooostugs]

some ancient art and wips… i used to be literally unable to breathe because i’d cringe so hard at my older art. drawing is probably the roughest hobby i couldve chosen, given my perfectionist nature, and only now im trying to actually tackle the struggle of always thinking the next thing im gonna draw is gonna be an embarrassment. i am now well aware that is not the case and maybe, just maybe, if i got some chill my life would be much easier lmao but now that that’s done i wanna showcase some of the stuff i made two-three years ago i may not have finished but has that sort of vibe that makes me go ‘oh! now THATS crunchy art’ so. yeah take it i am sleep deprived what did i just type

[arytha]

other, assorted screenshots from last night

[viperiumprime]

Just loungin’

I needed a ref of a bed and thought, “hey, I can grab a picture of my bed!”

I have now put TY in my bed and idk how to process this

[stromblessed]

They survived but survival isn't enough

Okay but the whole time Ellie is listening to Joel talk about Sarah and how Ellie and Sarah would've liked each other and Ellie's not even cracking a smile and it all leads up to her BURSTING with needing Joel to swear to her I just -

Ellie knows what Joel did. She knows that Joel is equating her with the daughter-shaped hole in his life. She knows he did something terrible at the hospital, she knows he did it for her, but she might suspect that he's projecting Sarah's ideal onto her - even though I really don't think he is, but the hollowness in Ellie's voice during that conversation just makes me UGH

Just WEEKS ago, Ellie probably would've loved to be Joel's daughter officially, and now it's true but it came at the wrong time and it all feels WRONG and it's partly Joel and his damage, partly David and what he did to Ellie's spirit, partly Ellie's abandonment issues, partly the loss of her innocence on the whole, but MAN

It hurts as a viewer to FEEL that fantasy almost come true, that Joel and Ellie could be a real family and live peacefully and happily together for the rest of their lives, you can feel how CLOSE they came, but it was never meant to be and even though Joel ensured their survival he also doomed that happiness to the realm of fantasy, and by god he will prop up that fantasy on wobbly stilts if he has to by telling a lie that they BOTH KNOW Ellie doesn't really believe oh GOD it hurts, seeing Joel that desperately happy right next to Ellie's palpable dread and suspicion was the most devastating thing I've seen on a screen in ages

[tompettyreal]

never let an atlantan fool you into thinking they can drive in the rain

[dewitty1]

3am migraine.

（；へ：）

[razzek]

Little accessibility rant 8

Just saw a news article calling dark mode on devices a trend and mother fuckers I dunno how to explain to you that a lot of humans have been breaking the internet for decades because black text on a white bg is pure god damn agony. And if you're going to force your shitty app or your dumb email to break my phone's dark mode settings so it can look nice, bitch I am going to absolutely fuck you with forced custom app rules in the accessibility settings. 8) Now your shit looks like total ass and it's nobody's fault but your own. 8D

Btw if you too want to fuck up a company's hard work so you don't projectile vomit all over your screen, on iOS go to settings - accessibility - per app settings, then plug in any app that's trying to get around dark mode and go into that app and turn on "smart invert". It will mostly leave images alone but everything else it will flip color schemes on. No more eye gouging white bg emails now ahahaha! I'm not sure how this works on Android but I think it's also doable with those devices. To do it on your laptop/pc it just depends on your browser and installing a good dark reader extension.

[shinylayatha]

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KRISTEN STEWART Rolling Stone Magazine (Feb 14, 2024)

[koa-z]

cry-laughing hysterically rn bc I finally figured out the composition for the red piece, but I've been playing my Painting Gojo playlist in the bg and fucking P🐱y is God by King Princess just came on and what wise ass decided to put that there oh my god