#anyway ENJOY

[wyverncult]

LOOKS RED!

[deezneezz-2]

Loungewear Jamil Cards and Sprites. Guys, I'm inconsolable...

[ruubesz-draws]

If Godzilla can wear shoes (in Fortnite) then he can wear heels :)

Hahahahaaa... I warned you guysss

I saw these and... I had to...

(Godzilla figure image from here) (Heels clashing image from Tiktok @stormigee)

[dr2-hell]

a new home

[windwenn]

Jessica Rabbit With Gun

[pigeonstab]

@wickjump your Crepic M'am. I'll let you come up with what they're saying..

[cellophanejpeg]

torment.

s.: "I have nightmares about your limp body being wheeled into the emergency room." (or: Harvey wakes up from a bad nightmare, but you're there to comfort him.) - Harvey (stardew valley) x gn!reader

w.c.: 1.3k (short but sweet)

read on ao3

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A panicked call of his name echoes through the clinic. Faceless people surround him in a circle as he approaches the table; cold metal digs on his skin as he presses his palm on its surface. The familiar scent of your perfume reaches his nose and his stomach drops. Please don’t be you, he thinks to himself as he takes the white sheet off the limp body.

He knew it would end like this, deep down he knew it. You went to the mines almost every day, never listening to his pleas. But as he lifts the white fabric, he prays to whatever god exists that it’s not you. The color of your hair comes into view and his world crumbles.

When he opens his eyes, sucking a sharp breath in, he immediately sits up on the bed and tries to remember where he is. The darkness in the room suffocates him a little, the blurriness of his vision makes him panic for a second.

But he's home. In your shared bedroom, in your shared bed. You sleep peacefully next to him, oblivious of his outburst. The day was long, the weather was impossibly hot, so it's understandable you passed out after working on your farm. Your face is an absurd contrast to his dream, the color in your face brings him the breath that was escaping from him.

Harvey's heart is still beating fast, however. He brings a hand to his chest, clutching his sleep shirt, the pendant you gave him underneath the fabric brings him some comfort.

Lying back down, his arms snake around your middle as he buries his face on your hair, the scent of your homemade shampoo lingering on him. It reminds him of his nightmare, where your hair was flat, cold to the touch, underneath the sheets. The image of your face, deprived of all blood, lifeless eyes, makes him tighten his grip on you, as a reminder that it was just a dream and you're still here.

Harvey doesn't notice you're awake until a strangled whimper comes out of you. He squeezed you too hard, he thinks, waking you up and ruining your night of sleep. Pulling away, he looks down at you, who rubs your eyes as you turn around to face your lover.

“Harvey?” You ask, voice laced with sleep, “what's the matter?”

“I'm sorry, sweetheart,” he replies, pressing his lips on your forehead, “go back to sleep.”

“Hey, what's wrong?” You sit up and reach beside you to turn the lamp on. “Why are you crying?”

Harvey doesn’t notice the tears in his tears until they run down his cheeks as he sits up. And it’s like something snaps inside him. A sob escapes his lips and then another, a guttural sound, making your heart break. You lunge forward and pull him into an embrace as he cries, sobbing and mumbling about a nightmare he had.

“It was just a dream,” You say softly trying to comfort him, “just a dream, baby, it's all right.”

“You were– you were so cold and– I couldn't… I–” He tried to speak, face buried on your neck, wetting your night shirt with his tears, “I'm sorry, I just–”

“I’m okay, see?” You cup his cheeks, thumbing away the thick tears, “It was just a nightmare, I’m right here.”

With that, Harvey feels his heart slow down, the tears stop. Suddenly, he feels stupid, like a little kid that runs to their mother when they have a bad dream. Rouge paints his cheekbones as he reaches up to wipe his face clean.

“I’m sorry, I–” His voice is rough, thick with embarrassment, “I woke you up–”

“Don’t apologize. I’ll always be here for you.”

Your words only make him blush more, “Still, I– I know you had a long day and…”

A smile spreads on your face and you shake your head, bringing your lips to his in a sweet kiss. “You would do the same for me.”

And he realizes that, yes, he would do the same for you. If you had a nightmare and woke him up, he wouldn’t think you were a child, or stupid. He would comfort you, just as you did to him. It brings him back to the first night he spent at your house, when he was constantly bringing himself down as you brought him to bed, saying that it’d been a while, or that he didn’t have time to groom himself.

“I love every bit of you,” you said back then, “Why can’t you?”

Harvey watches as you get out of bed, taking his hand and urging him to get up too. He glances at the bedside clock and frowns confused. It’s three in the morning.

“Come,” you whisper, “I’ll get you some cold milk.”

He complies when you guide him to the aquarium room, where, besides the huge fish tanks, there’s a comfortable couch that you sometimes rest on. You have him sit down and leave for the kitchen, but it doesn’t take long until you’re back. A glass of cold milk, as promised, and a plate of homemade cookies.

“There were still some from the batch I baked this morning,” you say plopping down beside him, “and I don’t wanna hear about them not being healthy. Eat up.”

Harvey laughs softly and takes a sip from the milk, plucking a cookie from the plate right after. He looks at you, the soft blue light from the fish tanks illuminating your face in a different light. Your eyes move with the fish you keep as they swim inside their own little world.

“I love you,” Harvey says with a small voice. You look at him and notice he’s still blushing a little. “I feel like a kid, but… thank you.”

“I love you too, but you’ve got to let me take care of you, Harvey.” You smile, scooting closer to him. He automatically embraces you, putting his arm around your shoulder and relishing on the warmth of your body. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask after a moment in silence.

“Actually, yes.” Harvey rests the glass of milk on the coffee table in the middle of the room and turns his whole body towards you. “I… I dreamed you died.” 

There’s no surprise in your eyes, but there is a hint of sadness in them. And when you don’t say anything, he continues.

“I remember your body being wheeled into the emergency room and… and…” His eyes water and he looks away, not wanting to cry any longer. “I just knew it was you, even though I didn’t want to believe it. I just…I love you too much to let you go, I can’t– I won’t be able to live without you in my life, and I–” 

“Hey.” You gently interrupt him, touching your forehead with his and cupping his face. “Don’t go down that rabbit hole. You’ll get paranoid.”

Harvey takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

“I know it’s easier said than done, but I know how much you worry about things you can’t control.” You continue. “But if you keep thinking that way, you won’t be able to… live.”

He stares at you and then pulls you into a thigh hug, “What would I do without you?”

“I know, right?” your voice is muffled by his shirt as you say, smiling. Then he pulls away and kisses you.

“I love you.”

“You say that a lot.”

Harvey snorts, “Please, if I ever stop, call an ambulance because I won’t be well.” 

You laugh, carding your fingers through his hair. “Ready to go to bed?”

He nods, “Let’s just brush our teeth first.”

“Yes, doctor!” You stand up and pull him by the hand.

Harvey watches as you walk to your shared bedroom and thinks the best decision he’s ever made in his life was to marry you.

[fearscentedpiano]

Abyssal Woods & Midra's Manse + Long-term nuclear waste warning messages

shoutout to the FromSoft Image Macro Creator for helping me make this! All screenshots are also mine.

[rottmnt-residuum]

Part 21 of Arc II (Part 47)

*falls to my knees* finally... april my beloved

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[tusk-rumours]

top button ༉‧˚. — sam winchester x gn!reader

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word count: 0.9k

summary: that patch of chest at the top of sams flannel is just so kissable.

warnings: mentions of feet?? other than that none i don’t think

a/n: okay so this is something short bc my laptop is broken so i have to use my shitty old one and it's just a little (lot) awful :) so i haven’t really written in a while, but this is just something short i’m putting out! i’ll write about sam regardless lmao. and good news my laptops getting fixed in a few days, so prepare to be sick of me :) but anyway enjoy 🫶

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Considering all of Sam's beautiful features, you weren't sure why you had been so caught up on this one tiny detail for the past half hour. He was in one of his flannels as per usual, currently pacing the floor of the little motel room with the coroner's report in his hand. You'd been watching from where you sat with your legs stretched out on the bed, balancing the laptop on your thighs.

You guys had just recently caught on a case after reading about a few deaths in a rural town, where all the vics had several bones ripped from their bodies. What puzzled you guys was that it wasn't the same bones every time. It was like they were chosen at random.

Sam had that crease formed between his brows that he got when he was thinking, confused, or judgy, and you felt a strong desire to rub your thumb there, followed by a kiss. But right now you were more focused on that little patch of skin that was exposed at the top of his flannel. Whenever he wore button downs he always kept the top one undone, exposing a little bit of bare chest. It was so simple and normal, but you found it so lovely (and sexy).

You tried looking back at your screen, that was on some really sketchy website that you had to search the depths of the internet for, but you were just so distracted. You found this case interesting. It was really interesting. What the hell was so captivating about that tiny patch of skin? Of course you found every single thing about him hot, there was no doubt about that. But it wasn't even like it got you hot and bothered. It didn't make you wanna pounce him, it made you soft.

And so, you slide your laptop onto the bed, padding over. He's still captivated by the report.

"The only repeated bone is the humerus, which was two out of five vics. That is the most random bone eve— oh" He hadn't noticed at all that you'd come and snuck up on him, moving the paper so he can see your face.

You don't say a word, smiling sweetly before you lean up on your toes, steadying yourself with your hands gently on his waist, zeroing in on his chest and pressing a long, gentle kiss to that bit of exposed skin. Sam honestly doesn't know what to do. You've never done this before, and he can't figure out where it's come from. Obviously you’ve done many sweet things to him, but you’ve never kissed there before. Despite that, he lets you, because honestly he'd let you do anything you want with him.

You've almost argued with him about that several times before. Sam is adamant about getting your consent whenever you guys do something sexual or something new, but when it's you asking, it's always 'You don't have to ask. It's you, there's nothing I'll hate. I promise.' And you've let him know full well that that's ridiculous. He can be such a hypocrite sometimes.

He loves anything you do, and definitely likes you kissing him anywhere. There's really nowhere he wouldn't let you kiss. He'd probably get a bit uncomfortable if you wanted to kiss his feet, but if you really begged he'd let you. He'd just be pouty that he couldn't kiss you for the next few hours.

A hand comes up to gently card through your hair as you continue to press sweet butterfly kisses to the his bare chest that's peeking.

"...honey?" He questions after a few moments, his voice quiet and a little confused.

All you answer with is a hum, your gentle affection continuing.

This easily could've turned into something more, your fingers could've moved to the button below and undone it, then the next, and the next. But you didn't. The most your fingers did was trace along his waist, one hand creeping up to his shoulder, lightly grazing his collar.

The report drops to the floor with the sound of rustled paper, and his other arm wraps around your waist, his forearm pressing into your lower back.

"Honey, you wanna tell me what you're doing?" He whispers, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

"Giving you kisses." You mumble, like an obvious fact. His skin is warm under your lips, the soft cotton of his flannel tickling your jaw.

"...Yeah, but why there?" He says slowly.

"Because," A little kiss. "You keep this button undone and I love it."

That gets a little laugh out of him, his long fingers gently scratching your scalp.

"You like that?" He says, a little amused that you find such a random, regular detail important enough to appreciate. Despite his biased (and wrong) opinion, everything about him is important enough to appreciate.

All he gets in response is another little hum, your lips continuing long kisses to his chest, your work becoming a little messy now.

"You're ridiculous, hon." He says, as if he doesn't find things like kissing your fingers when your nail polish chips a worthy excuse to kiss them.

Your lips quirk just a little as you continue with your kisses, inhaling the familiar scent of him. His flannel smells like the laundry detergent from the laundromat, and his chest smells like the cologne you bought him for his last birthday.

You both stand like that for how long, neither of you could say. Sam swears he can feel his heart coating his shoes and making a puddle around his feet from how much it's melting. You always find ways to be so sweet to him, and he doesn't quite understand how you continue to torment his heart in the best way, but you do. And he doesn’t understand how he can torment yours either, and he likely won’t ever will. But as he watches you kiss him like this, he believes it just a little.

[soramystic]

Oh yeah I still had these.

While ago I resolved to draw the Floofsquad/OSPanimated memes someone had made but then [stares off into the middle distance]

Anyway I got these two at least which. Tbh it's all you need to know really lol-

Early game floofsquad belongs to @comicaurora

[athena-xiii]

S O N I C

[dndadsepisodecovers]

Ep.02.02- The Game Of Life [Any% WR Speedrun]

[ruubesz-draws]

MISSION 1 START!

Monsterverse X Metal Slug!

I apologise for nothing! I'm just practising my shading

"Why does Godzilla have sunglasses?" Cus it's cool :D

Original:

[inverse-problem]

I heard those gabriel voice lines and I had to. I just had to. with apologies to gianni

[ihrthoney]

thanos who fell in love with a girl he saw at the club, he tried to brag about his fame and musical talent but was left baffled when you didn’t know who he was.

he was new to the fame so his ego was at an all time high until you said those words. his eyes stupidly wide as he blinks and looks around, almost like a fish out of water.

his dumb expression makes you laugh and he snaps back into it at the sound.

you’re sitting in the chair at the bar, he leans on the counter, cocky smirk back on his face, “do you wanna know who i am?”

“if it involves a group of girls constantly following you around, then pass.” you say, tilting your head at the giggle fit in the corner, eyes staring at the man in front of you.

usually he would love the attention but right now his eyes are on the prize.

he holds his hand out, “cmon,”

your eyes are wary, he is a stranger at a club.

“i wanna get to know you, pretty lady.” his hand is out towards you,

“flattery won’t get you in my pants.”

he exaggeratedly sighs, “you wound me princess, just follow me.”

your danger bells aren’t ringing in your head so you give in and take his warm hand in yours and he pulls you away from the noise towards the back into a private room.

he leads you to the bigger and more comfier seat and sits across of you in a chair, a glass table the only thing between you.

“what’s a pretty lady like you doing all alone in the club?” you don’t miss his eyes scanning you up and down,

“it’s a friday night, i don’t have work tomorrow and my friend just got broken up with.”

“and you?”

“what about me?”

“do you have someone?” you roll your eyes, “i wouldn’t have followed you if i did, stupid.”

“ouch! i compliment you and you call me stupid?” he said again with an exaggerated tone.

you stifle a laugh behind your hand, hating how funny this idiot was.

“what’s your name?” you ask,

“thanos, the great.”

“wrong.” a confused look pinches his face,

“what’s your real name.”

“i’ll tell you if you let me take you on a date.”

“that’s quite a trade. what if the date is shit and all i get is some rando’s name?”

“if you weren’t so pretty i probably would’ve kicked you out already.”

that’s fair you thought, “fine. but you’re paying.”

“as if a man like me would ever let a fine woman pay.”

“you got the date you can stop the flattery.” you pretend to shoo him away, leaning back into the couch,

“it’s not just flattery if it’s true.”

you look away to hide the dumb blush on your face, the sincerity in his voice making your stomach jump.

“choi su-bong. you can just call be su-bong.”

your eyes meet back with his,

“su-bong is a way better name than thanos.”

he laughs, heart beating against his ribs at the sound of you saying his name.

his next album might just be his best.