#and it silently watches me as i sleep

[a-sad-mage]

Ever time I see a post about a furby I die a little inside and wait for the day the one I have shoved in my closet to reactivate and kill me

[sunflowersinheaven]

another wip, that i wont be able to finish for a while

[toxintouch]

Lovent Theories off the top of my head...

⟡ Mhin is not from Lovent, but they DID contract their curse there. "Anything for the pursuit of knowledge..." Perhaps Mhin had only intended to go there for study and they unwittingly brought Something Else back...

Title tag is #lost expeditions... Mhin went to Lovent with loved ones and is the lone survivor of the expedition?? No one has ever made it back except for Mhin?

⟡ Mhin is from Lovent but...

"In a bygone era,"

Is Mhin just...very old? An extended lifespan due to their curse?

Or maybe the whole city got swallowed up the the Shroud and there were some dimension time shenanigans...? The city ended up in a halfway point? And the city is actually still inhabited, but has been in a perpetual state of Zombie Appocalypse Fogfall. Silent Hill...?? am I describing Silent Hill? Mhin fought to escape and that is when Kuras finds and help them?

⟡ Did they learn something about the Senobium while in Lovent? Is that why they are so determined, so sure that what they need is inside?

[moonchild-in-blue]

You know what? I really wanna eat a sandwich with Vessel. We don't even have to talk or anything like.

I just want to sit at a table across him, get a few Capri Suns, a bag of crisps torn open between us, a nice sandwich each, and just eat in silence.

🧃😐🥪 🍟 🧃😐🥪 <- like this

[qtubbo]

don't worry about sleepy responses, or wait until the next day i don't mind and i'm sure other anons don't either! i'm too awkward to start posting myself but i've started having fun with asks :D

While he latched onto to trusting Pac pretty quickly. He hung out with Fit more, but it took him longer to be unwavering to him because Fit had secrets.

totally agree with this but also i was watching pac's stream the other day and he definitely recognizes fit as the one tubbo trusts the most. there have been a bunch of times where he's asked fit to go check on tubbo in the past, and this time he said something along the lines of "he always hears you". it was when pac and fit were using invis to check quackity's basement and pac ended up following along to listen but stayed hidden and didn't let them know he was there. i think all the islanders recognize that there are different levels and types of trust even among friends

Honestly I think pac has a lot of self confidence issues, while I do think Tubbo looks to Fit as the more grounding force therefore he’s more willing to listen him, plus him having to grow to trust Fit has really allowed him to learn through experience that Fit means well for him. I’ve always been under the impression that Tubbo trusts them both around the same amount its just that he considers Fit a lot safer, I think thats what Pacs been picking up on. Pac’s under the impression that he’s a bit useless so he pulls back a lot from tubbo even though he really doesn’t mean to, which has pushed their trust dynamic in a very different direction then the one they both have with fit.

[petricorah]

i have a fic idea if i ever get around to it i want to start soon where it's zukka modern au where they decide to take really long road trip before sokka has to go back home and it's supposed to be a fun last hurrah but it's tinged by the fact that they both want to confess but it's too late

(aka long drives on the endless road where you really start to think about what you want in life and what you want is the person next to you and you just can't have it.)

and also accidentally getting high on cactus juice because they got lost and sokka thought hey, i'm an outdoorsman, i totally got this (he doesn't have this)

[kasel-the-mightless]

I saw literally two scenes with him, a minute each, but that was enough for me to want to bite him (in a good platonic sense) and give him all the attention and fame he deserves

P.s — Maybe a little later I will post this art but with a different color palette. MAYBE.

[kidsomeday]

I have pneumonia so I’m binge watching the X-Files, as one does.

Spouse: After this episode can we watch something else?

Me: X-Filed out?

Spouse: I would just like to watch something more lighthearted.

Me, genuinely confused: The X-Files isn’t lighthearted?

[tedzyrotten]

sleep token but they do that “amusement park vlog” that every youtube collective does when they meet irl

[feliciagamergeek]

It's funny to see that most of my posts are about anime, even though I'm actually a video game fan.

Fixing that.

I'm a kind of a freak 'cause I have way too many favorite titles, so I had to redo the template to fit everything I want.

Meet Part 1 of the meme. Maybe after a while I'll make Part 2, but with my own text. I made it mostly for myself, though.

[mossbabie]

🚰

[jockpoetry]

I’m so tired of documentaries not saying jack shit about what they’re covering. “Both sides-“ shut up! You’ve already failed. Documentaries have to have some inherent bias in them. I’ve seen enough documentaries, I took a really interesting class on them, and every time someone tries to do a humanist bullshit wishy-washy You The Viewer Have To Decide The Real Truth it is unwatchable and cowardly. Why bother making something if you don’t have a perspective? Why bother making something if you don’t have anything to say?

[floorpancakes]

posting this cursed thought while im tired so i cant take it back later

[dizzybevvie]

my uncle: (calls me the R word) (comes to my house exclusively to infodump to me about horror games)

[slushi-chan]

The umbilical cord Frank Sunderland keeps in his room would be a better protagonist with more personality than Henry he’s so fucking bland

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Red. That was all Simon could see as he barreled through the barracks, ignoring the concerned onlookers as he slammed open door after door.

He was just washing up for the day, ready to head to his quarters when he’d heard whispers of you being admitted to medical. The words “banged up pretty good” were all he needed to hear before setting off in a panic to find you.

You were everything to him. Simon Riley was a man who swore he’d die alone and be happy doing so, until you came along. You, with your terrible jokes, your witty personality, your loyalty and determination and gods damn your fucking smile. He’d do anything to see you smile.

Love wasn’t something that came easy to Simon, but with you it did. Loving you was as easy as breathing, it was natural. He loved you from the moment he saw you, and would love you until the day he died.

The door to the infirmary flung open, and Simon strode in with purpose, his eyes scanning the entire room. When they landed on you, Simon felt his heart drop, his blood running cold.

“Who did this?” Was all he said, his cold gaze softening ever so slightly as he took in every cut and bruise that littered your beautiful skin. It took everything in him not to yell, to scream.

Your eyes dropped from his, your lips forming a thin line as the nurse beside you finished stitching the large cut that now adorned your shoulder.

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, causing you and the nurse to jump slightly.

With a small smile aimed at you, the nurse gave a polite nod to Simon as she ran past, leaving the two of you alone in the now eerily silent room.

“Tell me.” Simon demanded, sinking to his knees in front of you. When you still refused to meet his gaze, he gently rested his index finger on your chin and tilted your head to look at him. His eyes were soft, gentle as he gazed into your own. “Tell me.”

The tenderness in which Simon looked at you had your lower lip wobbling, a soft sob slowly escaping your mouth as you replayed what had happened in your head. “Simon, it’s okay.”

“It’s not. You need to tell me what happened.” His finger gently began to graze your cheek, a tenderness that you’d grown used to over the years with him. A tenderness reserved only for you.

“The mission went south. There was a mole. We got ambushed.” Was all you said, as you struggled to regain your composure.

“Who.”

“Simon, please it’s really okay, I-.”

“Who.”

Your brows furrowed slightly as Simon ripped off his mask, his face now fully visible to you. Concern etched its way across his features as he held your gaze. You knew this was a battle you wouldn’t win.

“Coles. It was Coles.”

“He dead?” Simon asked, his face not showing any of his internal turmoil. If he wasn’t, Simon would make damn well sure he’d suffer for what had happened to you.

You shook your head as your bottom lip trembled once more. “No, but Simon-.”

Simon cut you off with a gentle kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin as he murmured, “Sleep in my quarters tonight, yeah? I’ll be back soon.”

Without waiting for your reply, he strode out of the infirmary, the red in his vision intensifying as he set out to find the mole. Nobody, nobody would harm a hair on his lovers head and get away with it.

Simon would do anything for you, die for you, kill for you. He’d do anything to make sure that beautiful smile of yours was permanently etched onto your lips.

For you, Simon Riley would watch the world burn.