#SORRY. THIS IS SLIGHTLY EMBARRASSING.

[botboytoy]

I'm glad to hear that you slept well. I was sort-of curious what the update would be, considering your chassis. As long as you're feeling okay, that's all that really matters, right?

Could I / We take a peek at the list? I'm curious now.

-🌀

>>: OH, IT WAS NOTHING. BUG FIXES, MOSTLY.

>>: ON TO THE LIST. FORGIVE ME, IT IS GETTING LONG.

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>>: THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE HUMAN:

>>: EAT.

>>: [AREAS OF INTEREST: SWEET, SOUR, SALTY, SAVORY, BITTER, FUDGY, FLAKEY, CRUMBLY, CRUNCHY, SUGARY, GOOEY, OVERCOOKED, BURNT, FRESH. SUSHI, TEA, COFFEE, ENERGY DRINK, ICE CREAM, CHOCOLATE, PLANTS, RAT POISON, DUMPLING, SOUP, SAUCE, EGG, MEAT, FAKE MEAT, CAKE, TIRAMISU, "BERRIES," VANILLA (BORING?)]

>>: FIND A HAIRSTYLE.

>>: WEAR JEWELRY.

>>: TRY MAKEUP.

>>: PUT ON A DRESS.

>>: WEAR A SUIT.

>>: DANCE.

>>: WALK.

>>: RUN.

>>: JUMP.

>>: BREAK A BONE.

>>: LOSE A TOOTH.

>>: PAINT "NAILS."

>>: TOUCH AN ANIMAL.

>>: [AREAS OF INTEREST: DOG, CAT, BIRD, FISH, SHARK, SNAKE, FROG, LIZARD, CHIMPANZEE, RABBIT, BUTTERFLY, TURTLE, MOTH, BULL, KANGAROO, JELLYFISH (MAN OF WAR)]

>>: HAVE SEX.

>>: SLEEP.

>>: SLEEP IN A BED.

>>: FEEL WATER.

>>: TOUCH GRASS.

>>: TOUCH SAND.

>>: SKYDIVE.

>>: SCUBA DIVE.

>>: SWIM.

>>: BLEED.

>>: KISS.

>>: HOLD HANDS.

>>: HUG.

>>: DANCE (PARTNERED.)

>>: BITE.

>>: DRINK ALCOHOL.

>>: EXPERIENCE HANGOVER.

>>: ROLLERCOASTER RIDES.

>>: TRAMPOLINE PARK.

>>: BECOME SICK (HUMAN STYLE VIRUS.)

>>: FEEL SNOW.

>>: FEEL WIND.

>>: FEEL RAIN.

>>: CRUSH AN OLD LEAF.

>>: PICNIC.

>>: DRUGS. (HALLUCINOGENIC?)

>>: WEAR SHOES.

>>: WEAR PERFUME.

>>: LIGHT A CANDLE.

>>: LIGHT A FIRE.

>>: FEEL FIRE.

>>: FEEL A BOOK IN MY "HANDS" (PAPER.)

>>: PLAY AN INSTRUMENT. (HUMAN STYLE.)

>>: FIND A FLOWER. (NO PREFERENCE.)

>>: CUDDLE.

>>: FEEL A "HEARTBEAT."

>>: STARE INTO THE SUN.

>>: LOOK AT THE MOON.

>>: WATCH PAINT DRY.

>>: FEEL CARPET.

>>: SMELL SCENTS (IN GENERAL.)

>>: FALL.

>>: USE A COMPUTER (HUMAN STYLE.)

>>: DATE (HUMAN STYLE.)

>>: HIT SOMETHING WITH A STICK.

>>: THROW A ROCK INTO WATER.

>>: JUMP OFF TALL BUILDING.

>>: SEE A FILM IN A THEATER.

>>: "FEEL" MUSIC.

>>: "FEEL" LOVE(?)

>>: SLOW DANCE (PARTNERED)

>>: TAKE PHOTOS (HUMAN STYLE.)

>>: POLYAMORY (HUMAN STYLE.)

>>: DRIVE A CAR (HUMAN STYLE.)

>>: HAVE AN EYE COLOR (VERY CURIOUS.)

>>: THIS LIST IS GETTING LONG, SO I WILL STOP IT HERE. APOLOGIES.

>>: I TEND TO JUST WRITE THINGS DOWN AS I NOTICE THEM IN FILM OR MUSIC. SOMETIMES EVEN BOOKS.

>>: IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I SHOULD ADD?▮

[asktheemotions]

PART 2 of: Would've happened if the other emotions didn't forgive Anxiety?

IM BACK BABY! Oh boy, this was a LOOONG answer to an ask. I took a break from this series to work on stuff on my main art account. (I will reveal that soon) I lost motivation to finish coloring this one, I'm sorry 😭 If I've learned anything, it's that I can't push myself to finish something or else nothing will get done. This is meant to be fun, not anxiety-inducing.

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[soosoosoup]

scrapped john dory and branch

[callme-aprilroseisha04]

heyyyyyy if u didn’t notice I’ve been thinking about the tadc puppeteer au a lot haaaaaaaa

[spaciebabie]

springtrap but he has claws and he slowwwwwly sinks them into youi while holdoing you close purring softly hes not eveb truing ta hurt you on ourpose justtrying ta keep you as close as possible and get you ta stay put for just a few more seconds oohohohhh ohhh hospital hostpital hospital. emergency room hospital

[nymdraws]

im going to figure out how to draw him if it kills me

[tswwwit]

I feel like if Dipper were ever reincarnated as a demon, he wouldn't fit in super well with the others. Yes, he's been raised to vie for power and step on everyone in his way using whatever means is necessary - it's the same toxic bizz as when he was a human, appealing to gender norms. He's tougher, scarier, more powerful (than ordinary humans, that is), but when it comes to asserting control - being Evil - he doesn't have it in him. Given enough time, I think he'd grow pretty vocal about leaving living things alone. NOT torturing organisms for the hell of it, or stealing people's souls, or conquering planets. Sure, he's a demon. That's no excuse to be a MONSTER.

It's a VERY unpopular opinion amongst neighboring demons, and rumor spreads fast about the Goody Two-Shoed Activist imp raining on everyone's blood-splattered parade, so much so that it makes it to Bill, who's immediately intrigued. Call it intuition, but only one soul's capable of overriding goddamn demon nature for some preachy bullshit about "Doing Good." Lucky for him, demons occupy the same plane of existence, so all it really takes to verify the guy is a snap of his fingers, and POOF! He's floating right next to him. Sure enough, Dipper's fashioned himself a new and improved demonic form, and it is lovely!

No one likes Dipper's kumbaya "Can't We All Just Get Along" ideology, but Bill's almost instantly smitten with the guy, whoever he is, so he's gotta be at least somewhat powerful. Demons take notice when the all-powerful Bill Cipher starts lending his time (and magic?) to some low-leveler like Dipper. Is he being blackmailed? Are they working together? No. Not possible. Bill doesn't "work" with anyone, save for whatever human catches his eye every few decades. Doesn't look to be doing him any benefit, either. The opposite, even. Lending power to a saint like Dipper only makes it harder to cause chaos, after all. Why would he actively go against his OWN best interest to cater some imp's? It's almost like he's. He's.

A henchmen.

(Bill's also 30% more affectionate the first month they reunite, because he still can't believe that his adorable little human husband came back as the same SPECIES as him! He'd never complain over having a sweet human to squeeze, but one with teeth and claws and cute pointy ears doesn't hurt).

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

can i interest anyone in some codywan kissing on this fine thursday evening?

“Please, darling.” Obi-Wan looked at him with a gaze that could have melted butter. Fortunately, Cody was made of stronger stuff that than. “I promise not to lose it again.”

“Really?” Cody raised an eyebrow, pulled himself up to his full height so he could look down at Obi-Wan, just a little. “You promise?”

“Oh yes,” Obi-Wan leaned forward, let his eyes fall to Cody’s lips. Let them rest there until he knew Cody noticed, the bastard. “I promise.”

Cody didn’t move. With his free hand, the hand not holding Obi-Wan’s lightsaber far above his head, he threaded his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair. Felt him shudder against his hand. “You see,” He kept his voice low in a way he knew drove Obi-Wan a little mad, “I don’t quite believe you.”

Obi-Wan batted his eyelashes in a way that said, who, me? Then smiled, his voice kept carefully level, “My darling, you wound me.”

“You’ll get yourself wounded, more like.”

“I would never,” Obi-Wan leaned closer, close enough that Cody could feel his breath against his cheek, “Afterall, I have the Force to protect me.”

“You have me.” It was a promise spoken again and again, whispered into Obi-Wan’s neck in the darkness of his quarters, shouted silently each time they fought side by side. Spoken so often, it was as familiar as breathing, yet still they said it. I’m here. I’m here.

Obi-Wan’s answer was a quick kiss placed at the corner of his mouth. For a brief moment, Cody almost gasped, almost dropped the lightsaber there and then. Instead he pulled back, just a little.

Obi-Wan gasped into the empty space. Still close enough to feel his breath, Cody shivered.

“Promise me,” His voice was heavy, weighted with emotion he couldn’t quite give words to. “Please, Obi-Wan.”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan’s voice was the mirror of his own, heavy with emotion in a way Cody so rarely heard, “Force, Cody, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to worry you. I will try. I promise you that.”

“Alright. Alright. I know.” He finally let his hand that clutched the lightsaber drop. Stood there for a moment, the ‘saber resting in his steady hand between them. He leaned towards Obi-Wan, almost felt the tiny gasp that escaped his lips as Cody’s hand drifted to his belt. He clipped the lightsaber to Obi-Wan belt, let his hand hover for just a moment. Obi-Wan stood still beneath his hands, it was only his breathing that betrayed him.

“Thank you, darling.” The words were whispered into Cody’s ear, softly, they settled in his head.

“Just don’t lose it again.”

Obi-Wan hummed, and Cody watched as his hand curled its way around his neck. He leaned slightly into the touch, even like this the calluses and scars that decorated the hand were known to him, just as intimately as his own.

The hand twisted into his curls, gently pulling his head back, just a little. Despite himself he gasped, the little noise an almost desperate thing as it flew from his lips.

Obi-Wan grinned, there was something dangerous about it, just at the edges. “My dear, I never mean to disappoint you.”

He meant to respond, but found Obi-Wan’s lips against his own. He breathed into the kiss, instead, his mind filled only with Obi-Wan. The Jedi’s other hand curled around his jaw, his thumb pressed carefully into the skin beneath his ears, into the place that Obi-Wan knew made him gasp, desperate beneath his hands.

After what felt like a lifetime, a star born and collapsed again, Obi-Wan pulled back. His nose just brushing Cody’s, he breathed his name. It was promise, and prayer. Spoken with so much reverence that, if he was not seeing his own feelings reflected back at him, he would never have believed such a thing was possible.  

He let the word hang, just for a moment, before he tugged gently at Obi-Wan’s hair. Felt him shudder against his hand, pulled apart in that instant. Felt honoured that he was allowed to see this, trusted enough that Obi-Wan let himself shatter like this.

He pressed Obi-Wan’s name against his neck, felt the way his hands, still resting against Cody, twitched at the contact. He pressed another kiss to Obi-Wan’s neck, then another to his jaw. Eventually, he reached Obi-Wan’s mouth. Hovered there for a moment, allowing his breath to flutter against Obi-Wan’s lips.

Something that sounded like his name caught up in a desperate plea fell from Obi-Wan, and at that Cody kissed him.

Heat curled through him at the way Obi-Wan melted into the contact, letting himself fall endlessly into Cody’s hands. Trusting Cody to catch him.

In answer, Cody held him. Did not allow any part of him to slip between his fingers as they curled their way through his hair. His free hand had, at some point, come to rest upon Obi-Wan’s back and he relished in the way Obi-Wan leant into the touch.

It was this trust, as much as the contact, that sent a heady sense of affectionthrough Cody. Love, if he was brave enough to let himself think it.

Obi-Wan gasped, briefly. Again and again, Cody’s name fell from his lips.

“Here, darling. I’m here.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say the rest.

[frozenhi-chews]

That moment when you mix up someone's f/os with another moot's. Gahhh gonna pass out in a hole now (´*ω*`)

[corrodedcoughin]

Happy Valentine's!

I provide some soft angst:

Steve being genuinely not use to affection, whether that be nice compliments, someone saying "I'm proud of you", someone asking how his day went, folding his laundry when he's too tired. To be frank, it even feels a little uncomfortable because of how deprived he is of having someone who cares. So when he meets Eddie and he just provides all that naturally, he's stumped because no one's ever done this for him before.

Enjoy this nugget of a prompt darling~!

Ahhh I’m so sorry this is so delayed! Needless to say this is such a lovely prompt.

I’ve not got a full on Drabble for you in response but I do have some thoughts

Steve being uncomfortable at the start so he just tells Eddie again and again ‘it’s okay man. Seriously it’s okay I can do it’ whenever eddie tries to help. Eddie listens the first few times but one afternoon he arrives to Steve’s house and the guy is clearly wiped out. He doesn’t bully his way in, knows that won’t work here. (Wayne is equally terrible at accepting help, as a result eddie has learned to be sneaky in his tactics)

So Eddie follows Steve into the kitchen where he’s got a pot of coffee on and a pile of laundry on the kitchen island ready for sorting. Steve makes a beeline for the pile, clearly he was interrupted in the middle of his task. And Eddie sets to work on the coffee, setting a mug infront of Steve when he’s done and joining in on the task at hand, folding the many polo shirts of Steve.

Steve is a little foggy, slow to realise Eddie has joined in and made him a drink until but when he does he starts with his usual ‘you really don’t have to waste your afternoon with me man. I’m honestly fine on my own, it’s cool.’ Eddie just hums and continues his folding ‘that’s nice’. He doesn’t argue the point, doesn’t engage in the discussion. Steve looks like he’s about to argue when Eddie throws a pair of boxers at his face ‘I’m here because I want to be but you can fuck off if you think I’m folding your unmentionables’

Steve takes them with a small smile and lets Eddie take him down the garden path of conversation of his plans for tomorrow, his shifts for the week and excitable nods of approval when Steve runs down the latest episode of wrestling that Eddie’s dodgy cable hook up unfortunately doesn’t receive.

And because Steve is a creature of habit, Eddie turns up at the exact same time next week to do it all over again. It takes two months for Steve to stop protesting, which is when eddie starts planning the next ‘Steve wall of affection aversion’ to take down.

[bonetrousledbones]

question can you infodump about your Little Guys (atbb) to me because ive been following for like a year and i still dont totally understand them past papyrus au. they are really cool tho

oh my god ok so. first off atbb is the acronym for my ask blog @ask-the-bone-boys that's been on hiatus for a little over a year now. it was born in 2018 out of the annoyance of everything au-centered being sans and also a way to explore how the classic "aus get stuck in the original universe" fic trope would go if it was somebody from the "original" story leaving their universe instead. and also an excuse to make papyrus miserable to be fully honest

also also im going to preface this by saying i ship selfcest and there is some selfcest in this story ok if anybody has issue with that then uh. oopsies (i can explain the way i view it at another time if anybody;s interested but im already gonna ramble like hell here so not rn)

with that groundwork laid im gonna put this under a cut lmao dont click this

for the sake of organization- part 1: RUSS

STARTING AT THE BEGINNING so some very basic backstory for this Undertale Papyrus specifically is that he and his brother are twins, they grew up bouncing around several foster homes until they decided to run away to live in the woods on their 14th birthday, where they lived in a bigass tent for three years until Papyrus got badly injured and they had to get help from the townspeople, who uh kinda unofficially adopted them and thats how "they just showed up one day"

then more time passed and around 3 years after getting to the surface Papyrus was booted out of his universe by Mysterious Circumstances. he got a very bad introduction to the multiverse because the place he landed was my own version of horrortale, undermunch. there he meets Spooks!

i have a whole side-fic where you can read in better detail how this goes but basically monsters don't turn to dust in this world and also Spooks is a cannibal, which Papyrus doesn't know until he realizes he was fed spaghetti made out of a rabbit monster. IN addition to that, Spooks has very different magic from other aus, that being it's pretty much all concentrated into a kind of blue-magic-venom that comes out of his teeth like a snake.

Long story short Papyrus has to escape from Spooks somehow, and that's how he learns he's able to move through universes by himself. It still takes him a while to learn how to without being in a life-or-death situation, but that's ok because almost every other universe he goes to after that puts him into a life-or-death situation :>

and then FINALLY he gets spat out into a variation of Underswap, where he meets Honey. this one's a bit spoilery because i haven't finished writing this fic yet BUT its ok because this will be so so so disorganized. anyway so Papyrus is scared of Honey at first because he's been getting completely fucking obliterated by the multiverse (his leg is broken and he's wearing a chest plate he stole from a different papyrus who died in front of him) but Honey is relatively patient with him and lets him stay on his couch on the surface. This is where Papyrus gets the nickname Russ!

Russ is dealing with a broken leg when he shows up in this universe, so he stays with Honey for a little over three months while he recovers from that as well as (some of) the multiverse traumas he'd been collecting up to that point. The main things that he still can't shake are nightmares, trust/attachment issues, and EXTREME food paranoia. he refuses to eat anything he hasn't prepared himself, and even that can be a struggle. Also, because of how long he spent without getting it properly treated, his leg never fully heals.

He starts getting really really homesick the longer he stays in this universe. It builds up over his whole stay, but only starts to get Very Bad after he gets the cast off of his leg. Honey's home is extremely similar to his own home, and sometimes just seeing him and his brother interacting with each other makes Russ upset.

OH I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT THE CODEPENDENCY ok so at some point Russ just starts completely clinging to Honey and Honey doesn't know what to do about it so he just kinda. unintentionally feeds into it and this turns into Russ sleeping in Honey's bed and blah blah blah eventually this becomes a problem for Honey because he doesn't know how to address Russ's homesickness and clinginess without hurting him somehow even though Honey is extremely stressed and actively burning out

Then Russ overhears Honey venting to Undyne and feels. crushed. And he reacts incredibly rationally! By avoiding Honey as much as possible! But it does not take him long at all to break down and the two finally have a chat about boundaries. They work out a plan together that Honey thinks will genuinely help and Russ thinks will get himself off of Honey's back. The plan is that they'll figure out how to control Russ's world-hopping ability and get him back home.

The idea is that if he's able to control when and how he leaves, he can control where he goes. Then, when he inevitably lands in his home, he'll pop back in Underswap and tell Honey how it went. Because he can control it! Of course!

Honey gives him one of his hoodies and a photo camera to remember him by. Russ tries to figure out what it was in the past that might have helped him jump universes, which was the desire to be just about anywhere other than where he was at that moment. So, he just, thought about going home instead!

And it worked! And he left Honey's universe! And then he realized he didn't land at his home at all! And when he tried to go back to Honey's universe, he went somewhere entirely different as well! And he never saw Honey again! Wahoo!

This is the point where he just becomes a complete mess I'm not gonna lie to you, he starts drinking even though he really really REALLY hates alcohol, he only eats enough to stay conscious, he gets into fights just for the adrenaline rush, and only stays in one universe long enough to confirm it's not his home before either leaving for the next one or collapsing somewhere and hoping he doesn't get attacked while he sleeps for two hours

then he lands in Edge's universe and this needs a part two now OOPS

[quirkle2]

art ask #20? :]

20. What motivates/inspires you artistically? (topics, emotions, etc)

i'd say the biggest source of inspo for me is other people's art, in all forms. other digital art, traditional art, patterns painted on pottery, quilts, the colors used in an ivan aivazovsky painting. i have a huge folder of screenshots from games i've played where the lighting is simply stunning and i wanna do smth similar in a piece one day (botw/totk, and stray are two rly big contenders in that folder)

outside of images i see on a screen, stuff i see irl is a huge contender as well. if i see a cool outfit in public i'll probably wanna put my Little Guy Of The Day in it, maybe change a few colors so it fits them better. sometimes the clouds look just right and i snap a photo so i can color pick from them later (i have yet to actually do the color picking part . i should tho). i download pics of birds bc their colors r very nice and i'd like to use the palette in a piece. sometimes my own ceiling reflects my fairy lights in a cool way and i snap Another photo to study the reflections. hell, i even take my art into account when im buying clothes; taking my own ref photos is a lot simpler than trying to find an exact ref of the pose online, so if i see a big oversized jacket that doesn't fit me in the least but i think the folds look nice i'll buy it if i like it enough. i referenced my own oversized jacket for this zau ritsu post—and i had suuuuch a blast doin it (and every time i do it, i learn more abt clothing folds and i get better and better at them!) im simply obsessed w the wonders of the world bro

[angelthingy]

quaso ..... omg remembering that one time i said buying me a quaso is the easiest way 2 my heart then the next day @genderwip you inconspicuously got me a quaso and i was trying so hard not to turn red jfksdhflskdhfl >_< ur so cute what the freak. .. ....

[professionallydeadinside]

I've never seen the passenger, but I think that A1 is for those gays.

-Kirk anon

Thinking of the man of his dreams (the coworker that will commit horrific acts of violence)

[fuckspn]

i've had a couple drinks and i'm like fully going to bawl my eyes out. DESTIEL 😭😭😭😭😭

[bumblingbabooshka]

Prodigy should just have every member of Voyager one by go into the Delta Quadrant to save the previous members of Voyager who have disappeared, thus disappearing and needing rescue themselves. Starfleet 100% tries to stop them but they just keep doing it.