#a short one. i have to sleep

[theragamuffininitiative]

JJ on not even Monday for meee 🥹🥰

Remember when I almost got kicked out of a concert venue bc I asked him to say hi to you on video? JJ always for you. 😊

[lazy-b1rdy]

a helpful hand

first comic i actually meant as a comic? no wayy :0

close up of the lil doodle at the end

GHAHAHAHAHAHSGJHKHDgdsdFQ

(srry for any misspellings)

This is how Stan met the Narrator physically for the first time >:3

dialogue bc i don't think my hand writing is understandable

Narrator: "Finally had enough of that broom closet? Good. Now just fix up your tie and then we can continue the story"

Stanley: [Nope]

Narrator: "Stanley."

"Stanleyy."

"Just fix the damn tie" >:(

Stanley: [Why do you care so much?]

Narrator: "It looks tacky and unprofessional" ]:(

[Ouch! Too bad that i don't care.] >:P

Narrator: "Fine! But i won't let you walk around like that."

Stanley: [Well good luck with that because i'm not doing it myse-]

Narrator: *His hand appears*

*Stanley gets pulled by the tie by the Narrator's detached hand*

Stanley: [Wha-]

last panel is of the Narrator fixing Stanley's tie while the other watches the hands sweating a bit

Narrator: *fixing the tie*

Stanley: *using all his willpower not to touch the him*

Narrator: "See? You look so much better with it neatly made!"

The arow pointing at the hands: 'clueless'

[turtleblogatlast]

I really like how Donnie and Mikey having the shortest mask tails makes so much sense in regard to them being an inventor and an artist/cook respectively. If their mask tails were longer, it could be dangerous and/or get in the way of what they were trying to do.

Meanwhile Raph is large enough that his longer mask tails wouldn’t be easily used against him in fighting or sparring, plus the longer tails definitely make for a more standard hero/ninja look which would make him lean into it more.

Leo likes long mask tails because he can flip them.

[worstloki]

AU where Loki doesn’t interfere with Thor’s banishment at all and it takes Thor years to prove himself worthy and when he returns to Asgard everything is just. The same. Nothing seems to have changed at all and everyone greets him like his absence was a minor obstacle that didn’t fundamentally change Thor and the worst part is Loki stepped down from the place as regent without any delay and Thor can’t help but feel there’s something underlaying the way his brother looks at him now and won’t let him touch him and Thor doesn’t know what he could have missed because he doesn’t think he would have found anything wrong with the things around him and how everyone behaves if he hadn’t spent time on Earth reflecting.

[tinylittlelilac]

[again saying these are fictitious despite how obvious just in case happyele comes down with an iron fist 🤛]

- Bleeding Ink ♡ Letters From the Heart

By request, StarPro idols are being recruited for the next round of the dating sim Love★Star. Due to the conflicting schedule of a required appearance at a ball, Yuzuru declines the offer, but the game’s director suddenly rewrites the plot…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MIDORI TAKAMINE!!!!!!!!!!

I find myself here again :) I have so much respect for enstars artists.. what they pump out 3+ times a week takes me 5 whole months . My gofd ! I really hope you guys like these 2 🙏 personally they don’t leave my head!

[a-s-levynn]

I have traveled far beyond the path of reason, take me back to Eden

edit: more context in the tags of the root post

[itsduckinghard]

I don't remember ordering it but fine

[simpingforcys]

To be laying beside (or on top) of the short racer king man holding him like a doll cupping his cheek that for some reason feels soft like a marshmallow maybe he programmed it himself who knows, caressing his face with your fingers while kissing him over and over<333 his little giggles and silly noises of "hoohoo~"s as you dote on him since he's not used to getting so close and personal with someone cuz of secret identity I mean what you're not suppose to know that hahaaaa

You lean in down to whisper in his ear "I love seeing you ride on those tracks... has anyone ridden you~?"

[valewritessss]

I felt so seen when I first read pjo and it mentioned Annabeth’s arachnophobia. I used to have so many nightmares when I was younger (probably started when I was around five or six), I would wake up in the middle of the night and be so terrified of moving because I thought there were spiders all over my bed. The shadows on my popcorn ceiling looked like spider figures and I remember just laying there sweating and not making a sound because I thought it would attract the spiders I guess? It was routine for me to shout for my mom—poor her, she would be woken at 2 in the morning like thrice a week— and she’d always shake my sheets and lay with me until I feel asleep. She would also take me to sleep with her and my dad in their massive bed (who was I to say no to the invitation?) and it got to the point where I was embarrassed that I couldn’t sleep a whole night without someone. Occasionally, I still have these nightmares about spiders and I just turn on a light, go to the bathroom, come back, and pretend it never happened.

Idk, just thinking about that. I kind of had forgotten about those nightmares but I don’t play when I see spiders because I know it means I’m going to dream about them.

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Years later and the Justice League are trying to figure out who this Phantom character is. Batman is doing some digging on his more recent past (ignoring that stuff from before y2k)

He finds some stuff about Amity Park and decides to pay a visit

Cut to Wes being interrogated by Batman about his on blogs claiming Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom

[attractthecrows]

yeah yeah trick weekes says whatever about it not making sense that solas couldnt sneak off THEY FAILED TO CONSIDER that maybe he just is ass at it when he gets invested. much like. the whole fucking rest of the romance where he COMPLETELY fails to resist until the breakup.

anyway.

im personally of the opinion that he's more liable to slip up - fail at sneaking, accidentally reveal details, contradict himself - when he actually makes bonds with people. which is why after trespasser he goes and lives alone in the lighthouse for ten years but i digress.

and i think "that", the bonds tripping him up, should be reflected in his exit from the Inquisition. you're enemies or neutral, yeah he just vanishes. there's nothing to keep him there, nothing to interfere with his plans and intentions. you're (ex)lovers? i think he still would pull back purposefully and probably vanish, but there would be definite hesitation. he would have to force himself to do so, because fuck, he wants to stay. he wants to be close to you. but he also, crucially, knows that you have a dangerous sway over him, so he MUST disengage. if you're friends, it takes him some effort. because he does like you, he doesn't want to do what he has to, it's been so long since he had people who were friends to him, and he doesn't have to force himself away because he's in too deep. he knows you would worry about him. he might not be willing to give anyone the truth - but he would owe you a goodbye, at the very least. especially if you weren't the type to try to convince him to stay.

[fumifooms]

Did you notice that in the anime chilchuck blushes when he sees marcille in the red dress? I skimmed through the marchil crumbs master post and from what I saw you didn't mention it

Also its not from the ale since he wasn't blushing right before that

Ah yeah, don’t worry it’s because part 8 of the crumbs masterpost isn’t out yet, I’ve been lazy with it but it’s been overdue ever since the second half of season 2 started, and it does have a buncha stuff don’t you even worry lol my god… I just need to get out some stuff for it first. Ahh good times

On this though: I personally don’t give it much weight but it’s valid to read into it.

What we know:

Against: - Kui does make characters blush both when they’re drunk AND when they laugh. - Chil is confirmed drunk/tipsy in that scene because in the picture above his little mood chibi is drunk lol. - The point of the scene is that he laughs at her, the joke is that he laughs at her. If there’s subtext it’s still very much secondary and easy to miss and ‘besides the point’ anyways, buut does this subtext exist? Well…

For: - In the dating sim cover, the other option was "tell her she looks pretty". None of the choices seem outrageous for his character so it’s not random throwaway lines, though of course the reasoning behind it may be as simple as ‘it’s formality’. In the chapter cover, Marcille’s section is the one on top of every other one at center stage, which makes sense since it’s for bicorn chapter and bicorn chapter is THE Marcille & Chil chapter. In all of the choice dialogue bubbles on the cover, out of the 7 ones the hand is always over the choice he picks except for Marcille’s and Falin’s, indicating he might have hesitated. - Short of being a half-foot with a sultry face, Marcille is Chilchuck’s type. - The face he’s making in his little mood emoji in the dating sim picture lol? You may be drunk but pull yourself together omg - Chilchuck does deflect his more compromising feelings so this would be in character. Marcille is the only character he teases so much so often and it’s implied to be because he finds her reaction fun, full with shojo filter and sparkles all around her with his mind. Do with this what you will… Schoolboy pulling on the pigtails of the girl he like’s pigtails.

Neutral: - we don’t see the milisecond of realization on Chil’s face in the manga. - we don’t see his face after spitting out all his ale in the anime lol. - what could be "canon" in the manga may not be in the anime and vice versa.

Also whatever the hell this is. We all know not to give too much weight to VA’s takes but also what!! I always thought in the manga that Chilchuck wasn’t the one calling frogsuit Marcille cute so that was already a steel chair to me but lol the point of him saying that in the scene was still very much to follow through on the bait she took lmaoo. I don’t thiiink Chilchuck would think the frog suit genuinely makes Marcille look cute idk. Kigurumi enjoyer Chilchuck confirmed… And I feel like if this is true then Chilchuck wouldn’t have much problem giving her a casual compliment over her looks in the golden kingdom scene either. But also?!! 👁👁

Chil’s jp VA has also said that Marcille is cute (Marcille’s jp va said Chilchuck is cute too but that’s besides the point. 16:05 here). And got into some trouble for acting overly familiar with Marcille’s VA, somewhere in this haven’t looked myself yet. So there might be a whole unrelated thing there?? I’ll cover it more fully in the crumbs masterpost hopefully, after some more investigation. Gdbdg so yeah several layers of putting crumbs under magnifiers like they could be fake gemstones to appraise their authenticity and thus value

Stare. Play it cool.

I love it when he does this it’s so cute. Cheers, raising my cup to you

[niuxita21]

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Meiji: Why would I sit on a chair/the couch when my girlfriend's lap is literally RIGHT THERE

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[rotworld]

9: Good Neighbors

art by @exorbitantsqueakingnoises

a cosmic freak accident sends you to bivium, a parallel world of imitation. being stuck here for the foreseeable future is distressing, but you're in luck! your neighbors have been keeping an eye on you since you arrived and they know just how to cheer you up.

->original work. basically explicit; contains non-con, surreal sex, environmental gore, threesome.

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“Ah, splendid. Still alive,” the Chief Inductioner says. You take a seat across from his desk reluctantly. You hate this dark, creepy office, barely lit and bathed in dull crimson like a photography darkroom. You can’t shake the feeling that everything in here is alive somehow. That you’re inside something, seated precariously in the redness of a mouth or esophageal tube. The walls seem to pulsate, spongy and shining with slickness in places. It’s probably just the shadows playing tricks on your eyes, but it might not be.

The Chief Inductioner is a solid black stripe against the red glow behind him, an enormous fish tank full of strange, spiny shapes darting back and forth. He’s mostly a silhouette, just the vague suggestion of a man in a suit, but you can see his mask with unnatural clarity. It’s the smiling one, painted arches for closed eyes and thin lips stretched in a cheerful curve. Gloved hands clasped together atop a scattered pile of paperwork, he sits straight-backed and frighteningly tall.

“I was wondering about my transfer request,” you say. “And why it’s taking so long.” 

You sit in silence for an unbearably long time. The Chief Inductioner neither speaks nor moves, sitting perfectly still. Something slithers along the bottom of the tank. You don’t see a head or tail, just coils that seem to wind around forever. A wall clock ticks to no particular rhythm. You glance around the room nervously, wondering if you should say something to break the silence. 

“Yes. Of course,” he says finally. He changed his mask somehow when you weren’t looking. The expression is subdued and contemplative. “Naturally, you have questions about this, being an incidental arrival.” 

‘Incidental arrival’ is just a fancy way of saying you didn’t choose to come here. You struggle with the idea that anyone would. “Right. So. How long should I expect it to take? Because it’s been almost a week now, and—”

“It’s no simple matter,” the Chief Inductioner assures you. He stands up, which isn’t good, because that means he’s about to start rambling and you really don’t want to be here any longer than you have to be. He paces back and forth, hands clasped behind his back. “Think of fluid displacement. When an object is submerged in water, the water does not simply cease to be. It must move and occupy a new space to make room for what has just arrived. Transpositional events follow a similar logic. There is an inviolable balance at play, even for us.” He pauses, regarding you with a wide-eyed, curious mask. “Remind me, what were the circumstances of your arrival?” 

You frown tightly. You’d rather not think about it. “It was a dresser,” you say. That’s how it started; a tall chest of drawers in your room. One night, you noticed it was slightly further from the wall than it was supposed to be. It might’ve been gradual. It might’ve inched forward, day after day, until you noticed. It’s the kind of thing that makes you stop and stare and wonder a little, but you weren’t alarmed. Maybe it’d always been there. Maybe it got bumped somehow. After that, it started happening in the kitchen. You were missing some utensils. You had extras, things you’d never bought. A chair was the wrong color. 

Little things, one after another. Until, one day, you went to leave and you didn’t recognize anything outside.

“Ah, yes, that’s right! Quite the unusual case. Partial transposition of an apartment complex.”

You shift nervously in your seat. Did the heat just kick on, or is something breathing down your neck? Something large and tentacled presses up against the glass with its limbs splayed out and squirming, like it’s trying to taste you. “We already went over all of this,” you say. “I just want to go home.” 

The Chief Inductioner shakes his head. “Regrettably, you cannot. Not yet, anyway. It would be unbalanced. When your apartment came here, a similar apartment building necessarily replaced it—or at least replaced the parts that were transpositioned. I’m afraid your transfer is linked to the transfer of twenty-four individual apartment units, several hallways, and forty other inhabitants…” He pauses, leaning over his desk to examine one of the papers. “Pardon me, twenty-nine. Decedents are exempt. In any case, all of the individual forms have been processed and accepted. All we can do now is wait.”

“Is there anywhere else I could stay while I wait?” you ask.

“Anywhere else?” he echoes, tilting his head. The smiling mask is back again. “I don’t see why that would be necessary. You were very fortunate, your living quarters were transpositioned with you.”

“They were, but—”

“Doubly fortunate, considering the transpositioned units ended up in an apartment building. You’ve kept some of your old neighbors, but you have so many new ones! Have you tried introducing yourself?”

“That’s kind of the problem,” you insist. “My neighbors are—”

“I know humans are skittish. But many of us are willing to be accommodating. I’m sure your neighbors have even gone to the trouble of wearing masks.” He’s not listening. The Chief Inductioner goes on and on about traditional hospitality and rituals of welcoming. You never manage to get a word in, so eventually you give up. You tell him you’ll come back if you need anything and march out of the Department of Awareness offices feeling worse than when you entered. 

Nothing is quite as it should be. The sky is orange. The trees grow upside down, a tangle of roots stretching skyward while a mass of half-buried leaves rustles at the base of the trunk. Every now and then, some shambling, lurching thing will creep out of the darkness between buildings, its shape condensing into something more human the closer it gets. “Human? Human,” they call, their voices sickeningly sweet. “Come here. You can trust me. Let me see you. I just want to see a little closer.” You walk quickly and keep your head down. 

They call this place Bivium, the almost-world of almost-beings. Everything here is flexible and protean, indecisive about its own nature. Things like you—solid things, certain things, irresistibly alluring real things��are highly coveted in ways the human body is not meant to endure. Staying out of sight is your best bet so your apartment is the safest place for you to be.

At least, it was. 

You enter the building with some trepidation. In the lobby, the walls are bleeding. Darker, coagulated blood and bits of hair stick out of the mailboxes clustered in the wall. The Chief Inductor told you that some of this is your apartment complex, and some of this is the Bivium pretending to be one. It knows there were potted plants by the elevator, but the pot and the plant are a single, pulsating entity that throbs and oozes mucus. It knows there should be light fixtures, but it’s made them enormous eyes instead. There is an extra door in the ceiling. One staircase goes up to the next floor while the other goes in circles and eventually spits you out in a park a few blocks away.

You keep peering around corners and checking behind you. Usually, nothing is there. A dog or something vaguely shaped like one trots down the hall, gradually melding with the floor. Blood oozes from under several doors on your floor and through the peepholes. Some of these units didn’t come from your world. They were already here and already occupied, creatures of the Bivium occasionally cracking open their doors to leer at you as you pass. They used to call out to you and try to beckon you closer, inviting you in for things that sounded like food, but most of them leave you alone now. 

Like the Chief Inductioner said, there are some natural laws and tendencies that even they follow. Balance, for one. “Always a bigger fish,” for two.

You let out the breath you were holding when you reach your door unassailed, but you won’t fully relax until you’re inside. You stay alert while fumbling with your keys. They weren’t in the lobby today, or at the end of the hall. Sometimes, they hang around right outside the Department of Awareness offices but they weren’t there, either. Maybe they got bored. You’ve been neatly avoiding them for days now by changing up your schedule and using different exits. You’re inside the second you get your door unlocked, shouldering through, locking it immediately. You’re so tired. All you want to do is collapse into bed and wait for all of this to be over. You take off your shoes, setting them next to the other two pairs—

Your heart skips a beat. Two pairs of identical sneakers that definitely don’t belong to you. 

It’s already too late. You hear a soft sigh behind you and it doesn’t matter that they couldn’t have been standing there before, that there was nowhere for them to hide. Things like that don’t matter in Bivium. You turn and they’re both standing there in their unsettling masks, trying and failing to conceal their excitement with nonchalant body language. 

“You’re back early,” Nihili says. The taller of the two, he wears a gray turtleneck sweater with discolored stains crusted to the ends of the sleeves, stringy black hair hanging limp over his shoulders. His mask is blank. No eyes, no nose, no mouth, just solid black and reflective so you can see your own discomfort in place of a face. 

“You look upset,” Nemo coos next to him. His mask is missing everything but eyes and it has too many, seven of them drawn crudely in an arc across the top. His hands fidget restlessly at his sides, his fingers unnaturally long. His hair keeps changing length and color, morphing from red to blond to blue. “Did things not go well with the Chief Inductioner?” 

“How did you get in here?” you ask, trying hard to sound firm instead of terrified. “You’re not supposed to—”

“We’ve been worried about you,” Nemo says, inching closer. “You’re spending so much time in here, all by yourself. That can’t be good for you. Humans are social creatures, aren’t they? It’s a shame that so many of the ones in this building are dying. There’s hardly anyone left to fulfill your needs.” You back away from him—and right into Nihili. That doesn’t make sense. They were both in front of you before, weren’t they? Nemo closes the gap quickly to trap you between them. “What are you going to do, you poor thing? All on your own like this,” he sighs, his hands settling on your hips and squeezing. “No one to talk to. Or hold you. Or do all of those other human things…”

Nihili touches you, too, and it’s so much worse. He strokes your spine and it feels like his hand sinks through your clothes and skin and muscle and bone, all the way into something that’s not meant to be touched. You make a scared sound and they both coo like you’re an animal that just did something adorable. “I guess we could do those things,” Nihili muses, trying to sound like he hasn’t already made up his mind. “We’re not humans, but we know a lot about them. We’ve been keeping an eye on you since you got here.” 

“Just in case,” Nemo says quickly. “You know, if you needed anything.”

“Mhm,” Nihili purrs. He strokes up and down your sides, making you shudder at his strange, invasive touch. “And we think you need something right now.” 

“I don’t,” you insist. 

“Really? You don’t?” Nemo cups his hand between your legs and squeezes, grinding his palm into your clothed sex. Alarmed, you try to wriggle out from between them, but Nihili wraps his arms around you to keep you still. Nihili’s hands aren’t like yours, or even like Nemo’s. You aren’t sure they’re really there. You think you see an outline. A photonegative. The too-bright inversion you see the second you squeeze your eyes shut, the memory of a hand. He chuckles at the way you squirm in his grasp and rolls his hips in a slow, testing motion. 

You make a humiliating sound. It feels like sex. Like he’s fucking you through both of your clothes somehow. Your fingers sink into Nemo’s colorful hoodie and it encourages him, makes him stroke you harder and faster. 

“It’s alright. You don’t have to lie.” Nihili leans in, the cool surface of his mask brushing against your cheek. He thrusts again, dry humping you at a slow, rolling pace that makes your legs buckle. “We know all about humans. They need to be told what to do. They need to be controlled. Isn’t it perfect, being between me and Nemo? Moving your hips into him, into me…just like we want you to.” 

You try to deny it but Nemo’s long fingers slip into your clothes and then he’s touching you, skin to skin, hard and relentless. His hand works against your sensitive flesh, slicked with your leaking arousal. “I’m glad we found you first,” he says. “You have no idea what somebody else would do with a cute little human like you. Probably eat you. Rip you open for a peek inside. Take your skin.” 

“A waste,” Nihili hisses. He holds your hips to keep you still while he ruts harder and you swear he’s deeper somehow. Not in your entrance, not in your flesh at all, but something deeper. Every thrust makes it harder to think. “We’ll use you properly. We’ll keep you. We can appreciate what we have.” 

“So don’t worry about anything, alright? We’ll fuck you and take care of you and tell you what to do. Everything a human needs.” Nemo knocks his mask against your face gently in an approximation of a kiss. Nihili does the same, the smooth black surface nuzzling into your neck. The things they do to you feel as uncomfortable as they do pleasurable, as comforting as it is violating.

Just like everything else about Bivium, it’s close but not quite human. They don’t climax but they stop when you do, all soft caresses and praise. Nemo’s too big, spider-like hand grasps your shoulder. Nihili’s penetrative touch seems to sink through your cheek to the muscle and bone beneath, fingertips curling affectionately against the delicate tissue of your brain.

You wonder if you’re ever going home.

[moldy-flowers]

Sakura: It was this day 3 years ago he left...

Naruto: Dont worry, Sakura! I'm sure this time next year we'll have him right back at home.

(Meanwhile)

Sasuke: *Sneezes*

Kabuto: You know Sasuke, they say when you sneeze it means someone's talking about you.

Sasuke: *Repeated sneezing*

Sasuke: OBBsessIVe motherFUCKERS *Sneeze*