#anyway enjoy :]

[blvck-minou]

Sometimes all I think about is you

[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)

[sealbatross]

and here it be

[windwenn]

Jessica Rabbit With Gun

[pinkedify]

🍙

[dr2-hell]

a new home

[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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[whump-in-the-closet]

“I wouldn’t want to do this to anyone, but you just had to push me. You just refused to keep your fucking mouth shut, huh? Well now it won’t be matter of will you or won’t you. Try talking with your mouth stitched shut, I dare you. And you brought this upon yourself so don’t start crying now.”

[twstinginthewind]

I made a few edits to the Birthday Loungewear blanks that @thoselethalarts put together, and made a few imperfect but fun additions!

First up, an RSA card blank! I left a few cushions unembellished so that they can be further personalized with dorm affiliations, etc.

And secondly, a Ramshackle card, using the classic Night Raven purple and gold with some ghostly black and white. Again, the pillows here are largely unembellished, to better personalize them for different interpretations of Ramshackle! (I've already got some ready for my Yuu!)

Feel free to make further edits as you'd like, and just @ me if you use these edits! I would love to see your characters on them!

[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:

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Just some Kenshi practice that I've been doing between wips

[mysticwolfentertainment]

Soo... Has anyone talked about the fact that Logan is basically left brain, and thats why he claims to feel no emotion but when he DOES feel emotion its often negative emotions like paranoia, frustration, anger, ect and its because the left brain is the side of your brain that doesn't understand emotions, and looks for the little details in everything, and when things aren't working out the left brain feels those negative emotions, and that often gets worse when the left brain is left alone to figure things out, and not only is this why Virgil and Logan are on the same side of the room while Patton and Roman are on the other side of the room, but also this is why the color orange represents anger, its one of the few emotions the left brain actually can feel, and therefore orange isn't actually a side but something all of the sides experience without knowing, either that or it IS a side, but more of an unconscious force that all the other sides experience, and eventually things are going to get so bad that the internal termoil boils over and also i think maybe Roman is gonna be the next one to experience anger to such a degree he has that orange moment too and when he has the moment it'll be at the boiling point and its actually going to scare everyone else, and that episode will end on a cliffhanger and the next episode will start with Thomas dealing with the unbridled anger he's feeling alone and turns out Roman's outburst will actually be foreshadowing for Thomas's own angry outbust that he deeply regrets almost immediately (extra points if the outburst is at someone Thomas deeply cares about, extra extra points if its a friend who is now reconsidering their friendship due to the outburst) and we actually see some dark story line start to happen and-

Wait how did this turn into a wild outlandish theory?