#There's no banging so probably not

[aintlovingthiscreek]

Charlotte and Mic are toxic besties

Imagining Charlotte and Microwave being toxic as best friends with benefits. Genuinely neither of them have feelings for the other other than friends that bang. The night that Mic offically gets tossed by Crash&Burn he contacts her here's the convo of that.

"Sup fucker. why are you texting me this late? "

"You busy right now?"

"Not particularly why?"

"You wanna smoke and hang out in a bit?"

"Fuck yeah I do but I don't got shit on me so you're gonna have to provide :3"

"Sure, whatever just meet me at my old place"

"What the fuck do you mean YOUR OLD PLACE????"

"Just fucking get there."

"Okay damn bitch I'll be there 🙄 "

The moment she walks though Mic's doors he's all over her. That's just how it's been with the two of them before Mic "committed" to the closed polycule. After a moment Charlotte pushes him back a bit to talk

" Damn dude" She laughs "You wanna talk about it first?" She asks as Mic kisses at her neck hands traveling up her shirt.

"Later." He quickly replies and gets back to the task at hand. "Alright then." Charlotte lets out a laugh and continued what they were doing.

After tiring themselves out they smoked and chatted.

"Holy Shit! they finally dropped your ass??" Charlotte doubles over laughing as Mic inhaled.

"It's not fucking funny man. I really fucked up this time."

"Yeah no shit Sherlock and it serves you right too." She said taking the blunt back from him still laughing . "Did you honestly think they'd continue to take your pathetic ass back after cheating on ALL of them so many times?"

" Honestly? Yeah. It's not any different from the other times I don't understand why they're pitching such a bitch fit now."

"Cause that was the last straw dumbass. Plus that sweet girl Bubbles found you this time. And it didn't help that you were coked outta your mind AND overdosed. They gave up on you. I'm surprised they lasted this long. It's kinda sad to be honest. Full offense."

"What the fuck Charlotte! You're supposed to be on my side."

"Why the fuck would I side with you? You constantly cheat, you lie, you get into meaningless fights, you're an alcoholic and a drug addict. I know I'm a whore and I don't do committed relationships but Jesus Christ man I've never cheated on anyone the way you do. You deserve a metal with how you fumbled man and you fumbled HARD you had 3 bad bitches and you gave that up for some coke and mediocre- your words not mine- head from some random blond twink. I’m gonna be honest with you when I say this man. You didn't deserve the countless chances they kept giving you. You’re sad, pathetic, and need help. "

"Fuck you man." Mic said quietly finishing off the blunt and laid back down.

"You already did. Anyways I'm hungry and you have NOTHING in the shitty ass apartment so you wanna order take out? I think there's a few places that are still open" Charlotte said grabbing her phone from the side table.

"Yeah, sure. I'm kinda feeling Marco's right now."

"Shit taste as always huh. Nah I'm getting tacos."

"Why bother asking"

"I didn't. Asked if you wanted take out. Not what you wanted dipshit :p"

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[ihatebrainstorm]

The (Hopefully) Comprehensive Guide to Drawing Transformers! [1]

[Chapter 1/5?]

Decided to make a little quick guide to drawing transformers/humanoid mechs because some people asked! (Plus I thought it'd be fun lol) .... Hopefully it makes sense and helps some people out :'D

[Next] -> coming I dunno when, I keep adding to my WIP pile......

[helioxed]

He's like a kicked puppy to me

[linolinoing]

One by one, go down, down, down

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[raplinenthusiasts]

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[astralstarlight]

falling asleep on you !

w/ al haitham, wanderer, diluc, tartaglia/childe

a/n: under the cut because they got really long omg

al haitham likes to rest his head on your shoulder whenever he's tired. when it's in a more private setting, he'll lay his head in your lap instead. a loud, satisfied sigh will leave his lips once he's in this position. it's almost as though all the tenseness in his body simply dissipates once you start running your fingers through his hair. he rarely drifts off for a nap, but he looks close enough to peace when he's lying down like that.

it's the closest you'll ever get to having him be needy or clingy in any way. he tends to lean his whole weight onto you without explicit warning, so it's taken some practice to make sure you don't fall over on to one side — helplessly squashed.

there are signs to look out for.

you'll notice him staring at you out of the corner of his eye, making sure you're comfortable with how you're sitting before he places his head on your shoulder. sometimes he'll even mention that it's very "quiet and peaceful" before nearly knocking you over with a heavy slump.

when he's been kept up late for too many nights, he really will drift off to sleep. he's heavy and he makes your entire body ache from trying to hold him up, but you can't really bear to move him, especially not when he smiles in his sleep after you brush your fingers over his cheek.

he won't tell you that he always wakes from your sudden touch.

and with how cute he thinks you are when you're trying not to wake him, he doubts he ever will.

"i don't need sleep." wanderer announces proudly. it takes him exactly nine minutes to pass out after you promise that you'll keep watch while he's resting. you even make sure that he's asleep by waving your hands in front of his face to see whether his eyes twitch. nothing.

he doesn't even breathe.

his arms stay crossed over his chest and his hair falls onto one side. completely at rest.

still, this is the last thing you were expecting would happen. you resist the urge to touch his face. you haven't gotten that far with him yet.

unfortunately, you end up falling asleep beside him instead of keeping watch. there's something so comforting about his weight on yours, that you lean back into him, just to close your eyes for a few minutes.

the next time you wake is with the morning sun, and with a blanket haphazardly thrown over you. you fight with it for a bit, tangling your arms even further.

"oh good, you're up," comes the familiar, haughty voice. you expect to be berated for falling asleep, but he says something different instead. "thank you."

"huh?" you murmur intelligently. it's not fair that he does this when you're still groggy from sleeping.

he turns away, pretending he said nothing else. you smile at his back. guess he's still full of surprises.

diluc's very gentle with you. he's always been the one to beckon you over once he notices you yawning or when you look a little down. the way he caresses you while wrapping you in his arms is enough to send you straight to sleep. it's cozy.

but you've never seen him asleep before you. he's always been the one to creep back into your shared bed at the crack of dawn, when you're just awake enough to know that he's there.

this time, you're the one late.

he's already sleep — legs stretched out and turned onto one side. you take a single step forward and jump as he snores, disturbing the silence.

you crawl into the bed, facing the outline of his back. you reach out for him just to hesitate before actually touching him. what if he wakes up if you try to cuddle him? what if he has a really busy day tomorrow and he'll be frustrated with not getting enough sleep?

he answers the myriad of questions for you. just your presence must be enough for him to know you're there in his sleep. he ends up turning over to face you and bundling you up in his arms, letting out a huff. on the other hand, you're tense, unsure if you've accidentally awoken him or not.

"diluc?" you mumble.

the only answer is his steady breathing.

hope you're ready to stay squished in that same position for the whole night.

tartaglia pesters you with affection. he shows up at your door in the middle of the night sometimes, claiming he has "no where else to go right now". on certain nights, he'll be covered in blood that's definitely not his with a fiery look in his eyes as though he's set alight from the inside. he's not really there on those nights.

more often, he shows up with a cheery look on his face that disappears once you start to clean him up. you don't need to look at him to know that he's already staring at you.

tartaglia is always quiet in both types of nights; an unsettled nature or a calm energy. you're never sure what you're going to get.

but you know this: he would always show up after long periods of disappearing, even if it was just the smallest scrape. just to see you.

he'll be the one tucking himself in between your legs on the couch, no matter how many times you tell him that his legs are too long and he's way too heavy to lean back on you like that. but he does it. somehow.

when you start to grow tired from listening to his shenanigans, he becomes so gentle with you. he'll carry you to bed and hold you until you sleep.

he's gone in the morning, or maybe he leaves once he's sure that you've been lulled to sleep. either way, you know he was here. even if he tries to disappear without a trace.

he's always here on the nights that you sleep the best after all.

[elodieunderglass]

Do you have more Moby Dick: Modern Translation chapters anywhere that certain interested parties (me and everyone with taste) could read?

In reference to this translation of Moby Dick into insufferable modern idiom, in which Ishmael is suddenly shown up in a startling light as a person we’ve actually met and knew well but didn’t really like:

I’m sorry, I haven’t written any more of that! After chapter 1’s mad rush of energy, the book tackles more tricky, boring and unfunny content, including passages that are just uncomfortably problematic in any time; and, like, entire chapters about listening to a church sermon.

A line translation (and that is mostly a very faithful line translation! The only thing I regret not doing was perfectly capturing the fart joke!) apparently has a lot of educational value, and helps to reframe the whole novel. That’s worthy work! But i simply wouldn’t want to do a line translation on the next few chapters. My brain is picking daisies instead, already. I would say: “sorry, I’m abridging this for my own mental health. You’re eligible for a free refund.” In which case the educational value is negligible (you can just read the plot summary online. There’s a really big whale in it.)

Anyone else who wants to take a stab at it (FROM HELL’S HEART) would be welcome and I’ll gladly promote your efforts. It’s just. I am going

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- come here let me measure your head

[puppyeared]

ouppys and kibbys

[chickenoptyrx]

Skrunkly nugget Raditz.

[veinsfullofstars]

Daroach: *slaps roof of DMK* This bad boy can fit so much salt in- *is soundly punted into the sun by DMK*

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic of Daroach and Dark Meta Knight having a snack break and being silly, based off of this incorrect quote. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

I told myself this would just be a quick sketch. Y'know. Like a liar. Anyway, thank you for the inspo, @incorrect-star-allies! (I hope you don't mind that I took some liberties with the quote. ^^' I can never resist adding some extra characterization, haha.)

Started 03/14/24, finished 03/15/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DMK sits on the ground in his cape and armor, his mask tilted up to the top of his head as he prepares to take a bite out of a foil-wrapped burrito, one eye opened to glance towards our left. Daroach - holding up a container of strawberries in his paws - enters from our left and plops down beside the knight (SFX: POF).*

Daroach: Hey, sunshine! Whatcha eatin'? (Looks tasty!)

Panel 2

*DMK tilts his mask down as he chews, the burrito now turned to show a single bite taken out of it. Daroach turns his head to look slightly over the knight's shoulder, leaning heavily on one paw and idly digging into the container of strawberries set between his feet with the other.*

DMK: Eh, you wouldn't like it. It's really salty.

Panel 3

*Daroach turns back to lift a strawberry towards his open mouth, smiling smugly with his eyes shut and brows high.*

Daroach: Heh, y'sure about that? After all, I like you, don't I?

*DMK turns to squint at the thief through the visor of his mask, red lines of irritation shooting off from him in little zigzags.*

[shadow0-1]

Let me steal this moment from you

[jubileesstuff]

Hannah: The Ocean is a soup.

Chan:

Chan: Do elaborate.

Hannah: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Chan: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Hannah: *Tilts head*

Chan: The Ocean is a Soup.

Hannah: The Ocean is a Soup.

[krisalyce]

how long do we think she takes to shampoo that mane

version without gradient mapping under the cut !

[cuppajj]

SUPERBIAAAAAAA

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS RRRAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH

[resvarie]

this is my hsr oc amihan, or ami for short! she’s a space pirate and a galaxy ranger!!