#but ik you dont mind

[mydream-synopsis]

been thinking long about rugby player togame………………

(fair warning: i'm about to ramble on about rugby below this)

the second i saw togame's fighting style (below the shoulder, low tackles) i just Had to make him play rugby this man would be an absolute powerhouse at it <3 i think i also just like watching big men fight

since his stature is Massive, he's obv a forward. but he's also fast on his feet, so i thought flanker would be the best position for him. he has insane strength from his shoulders and legs which would help in a scrum, and his fast instincts would allow him to go into a tackle as soon as the opponent ball is out of the scrum (basing his play style mainly on players like pocock, or even etzebeth - he's not a flanker but i think his general build is kind of similar to togame if he grows taller later on)

i also think this was an excuse to draw him bleeding again.......

[jksnrabbit]

Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart [CLOSESON]

happy pride month to my favourite fictional men

i also made a version with Good Luck, Babe! because i think chappell roan couldve changed darryl 'he feels love for the first time in a while' wilson

[opal-owl-flight]

So theres an arc I have where 4 becomes the new captain while 3s down after the Biggest Run, right. The Cap4 arc focuses on 4s efforts to investigate the strange changes happening to the salmonid migration patterns via infiltrating Grizzco.

Epic the musical’s songs are one HELL of a way to tell the tale, even if its not one to one!! Since the Wisdom saga releases in 3 days Im going to be drawing up one scene per song and how it would play out in the Cap4 arc :)

[kerizaret]

The Baking Incident

Bonus:

[demadogs]

stranger things season one 2016 was so fucking incredible. it exists as an entirely different entity to me than the rest of the show. you literally just had to be there. to this day nothing has ever come close to the amount of universal love for a fictional story that stranger things first received. ive been chasing this high for eight years.

[arcanegifs]

[sunlit-mess]

Hello, I hope it's not rude but I'm REALLY REALLY fond of your art!!!!! I was scrolling through your blog from new to old and found that you have Bpd,,,. I only heard about this condition, what is it like? If it's ok to know,,,!

hello, thank u! uhm it's something? HAHAHAHA idk how to explain it 😭🏳 lemme try to be as direct as possible

I'm high-functioning, but there are points I seriously just start showing symptoms.

Emotions: INTENSE as it can get while FEELING 99 PERCENT EMPTY. Something just- keeps you so.. hungry (not literally). Sensory is also another factor, and honestly I burn out a lot, tend to get overwhelmed n meltdown like shit

Identity: I either have BEEF WITH it, feel GODLY, or be so LOW, really low. I live with both passion and hate. I'm very confused. But I can say I'm just tired!

Attachments: Relationships are so hard to maintain bc of how much I fear abandonment, like bro I can't even leave my family as much as I want to. I'm more scared of getting disowned or losing my name. Love is a concept I long to grasp at the same time scared of it, I don't understand jackshit about " love ".

> I tend to self-Isolate with or without reason

> ...I used to test other people whether they can handle me or not, whether they'd leave or not. Not anymore though, but the thought lingers.

> Very- paranoid- about.. perception, neglect and invalidity HAHA.

Mindset: They call it Black and White, or generally just two categories to label my perception of things. However, I try to understand AS MUCH AS I CAN about a situation, etc. See what's in-between before I decide. that's really hard for me to do LOL.

> I always do my best to think and be nice

> I can be so fucking bad at the same time, only to regret it the next second or so

> My mind is scattered all over the place, It's exhausting

Trauma: I have memory problems and a lot to connect with that. Hate and fear is what I'm accustomed to. I live with a fuck ton of active predicaments like hell. Old wounds keeps reopening, and new ones never closes.

Impulse: shows in speech more than in action (THANK GOD LMAO I'D DIE IF I LET MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS WIN)

Habits: uhm. Ranging from sunshine and rainbows to SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. I get obsessive, like.. really obsessive.

Coping mechanisms: Usually I have mood stabilizers and anti-depressants n shit, but I don't rely on them anymore (bc I can't keep buying). I don't have good coping mechanisms even for physical needs. It's so bad bro. So I just end up drawing. that's the only good one I can list.

Living with it: Exhausting and an internal war 24/7. Does it affect me physically? Yes. Does it come with other mental factors and conditions? Also yes! But as one of God's most tired soldiers, nothing I can do but keep walking.

What I'm confused about: dawg last time, i kept searching about how conditions co exists like— Thats normal?? N the last diagnosis I was in confirms it does and nothing to worry about. BLUD I AM DEF WORRYING. Autism n bpd? u mean my behavior and shit isnt meant to be invalid as most people perceive — u mean these fckass experiences built that bpd? ☠️ WHAT AM I THEN—

(I'm having a hard time believing it bc as an adult, it's harder to process information like these)

[spiderin-space]

Lamb unfortunately was Not dainty in their escape 😔😩

(Feat. @paintpaintpaintman’s Petra in the third sketch)

[washiinmachiine]

drew this in like 2 hrs after i saw primordian briar for the first time before swarm got put on the pbe and forgot to post it here whoops.. riot i need her Now......

[sillystappen]

Broken Melodies Part 2 (part 1 is here) (and here's the AO3 link)

Shit would be an understatement. No, that race was god-fucking-horrifically-awful. You would think with two DNFs that Daniel could at least pull his shitbox from P17 to P15 but nope, he finished in 17th, just barely completing all laps of the race. He's better than this, he knows he is and yet the race he drove was utter garbage.

Daniel declines any invitation to go out after the race. He isn't exactly feeling it, and besides he made a promise, one in which he intends to keep.

Before heading back to the beach, Daniel picks up a bunch of food from a local convenience store that he think Max may like to try. He gets all sorts of things, including bread, chocolate, and just a bit of raw pork in case all else fails, after all they say that it tastes similar to human flesh.

It's just before sunset when Daniel arrives, and there's only a few people left loitering around. Daniel walks as far down as he can to ensure that they remain uninterrupted. He can't risk either of them being spotted, for Max's safety and, in a way, for his own.

He settles down on a rock that's near the shoreline and pulls his bag into his lap. He places his hands around his mouth and calls out softly, "Max!"

In the distance, a head pops up from the waves then ducks back down and Daniel can see the subtle flick of a tail coming towards him. Within seconds Max breaks the surface of the water in front of him and uses his arms to drag himself further forward. "Hi Daniel!"

Now that there's more daylight, Daniel can see Max properly and wow, he's truly gorgeous. His eyes are blue, but they're like the ocean itself and Daniel could find himself getting lost in them. His hair is messy and blonde like wet sand and he really does have well defined arms and chest. Then Daniel sees his tail, which is actually a beautiful cobalt blue that glimmers in the daylight - magical. The fins at the end have a different shade of blue in them, something darker, closer to navy.

Max tail twitches and Daniel realises he must've been staring. "Sorry, it's just my first time seeing you properly, like your tail. I couldn't totally see last night because, you know, it's dark."

Max flushes and ducks his head. "Ah well, I hope you're not disappointed."

"No, you're magnificent. Really, you are," Daniel quickly reassures.

Max giggles and his tail makes a small flick in the water. That's something Daniel has noticed: Max's tail often reacts with his emotions, creating little flicks, twitches and splashes amongst the shallow waves.

"I, uh, I bought you food?" Daniel gestures to the bag in his lap. "Just like a bunch of different things."

Max grins, pushing himself as high as he can, "Thank you! What did you get?"

Daniel shows him all the foods and let's Max try different things to see what he likes. Turns out, he's a big fan of bread, any type of meat, cooked or raw, and tomatoes. He's not a huge fan of sweet things and fruit but really hates dairy stuff. It ends up being like a picnic date, with the sun setting and the mindless chatter flowing between them.

Eventually, Daniel puts away all the rubbish back into his bag and tucks it behind the rock and out of the way as Max asks, "do you want to talk about the race?"

Daniel sighs, "not really. It was bad, and I don't think I will even keep my seat next season if it continues. I overheard some people talk about replacing me and cutting my contract."

"That seems unfair," Max frowns.

"Formula One is unfair. Life is unfair. You just have to hope that things will get better." Daniel shrugs, feeling a little hopeless but if he just tells himself that often enough, maybe it will actually happen.

"You made things better for me," Max admits.

"I did?"

"Sirens work in pods of about 10 or so to catch prey. Think of it like a pack or a family. As soon as my father broke my songbox, I was forced out, deemed useless. I mean, what good is a siren who can't sing?" Max chuckles dryly before continuing to explain, "I've been swimming solo for the past year and a bit. Then one night, I saw this beautiful human who was so alone and sad and I didn't have much to lose so I talked to him, tried to make him feel less upset. However, he ended up making the past two days some of the happiest for me in the past couple of years."

Shit, those words are like an arrow to the chest. He made Max feel cared for when he hasn't been for so long and Max has done the same for him, just by being someone who has no expectations and accepts Daniel for Daniel. Something spurs him into action as he gets up, pulling his shoes and socks off and yanking his t-shirt and hoodie over his head in one go.

"Daniel...?" Max questions cautiously as Daniel finally strips to just his boxers and makes his way into the ocean.

It's fucking cold, and Daniel has no idea how Max puts up with it but chalks it up to siren biology. Max has started swimming around him, still maintaining a bit of distance, his eyes wide in shock. "Daniel what are you doing?"

When the water is up to his shoulders, toes barely touching the sea floor, he finally turns to face Max. "Max, you have made the past two days better for me too. Fuck, Max, I just-"

Daniel pulls Max towards him and hugs him, a complete and total display of trust and affection by allowing himself to be totally at Max's mercy. Max melts into it instantly, arms wrapping around Daniels torso but fingers careful not to scratch him. He rests his head on Daniel's shoulder and Daniel can feel Max's tail moving in gentle back and forth motions, helping to keep both of them afloat as Daniel kicks. One of Daniel's hands carefully holds the back of Max's neck, mindful of the gills there, thumb stroking in a soft caress where Max's hair ends.

This feels like everything, and yet it has to be nothing but a fleeting weekend, a brief respite to their suffering. Daniel wishes they had more time, wishes that Max was a human so he could bring him everywhere, show him the world, give him everything he could and then hold him in bed at the end of every day. Or, he wishes he could be a siren like Max, swimming around the world and catching prey together, with absolutely no weight on his shoulders or expectations from his team and the fans.

But it's simply not possible.

"Is it bad I don't want you to go?" Max whispers against the skin on Daniel's shoulder.

"No more as bad as how I don't want to leave," Daniel replies just as quiet, letting the ocean breeze carry his words away.

"You have to though."

"I do," Daniel exhales, feeling nothing but bittersweet melancholy.

They stay like that for as long as they can, Max's body heat providing enough warmth for Daniel to not start shivering. There's a sense of desperation, as if the moment they let go it's all over and it becomes nothing more than a memory, one they might forget. As if Daniel would ever forget Max, the kindest siren on Earth with his ocean eyes, sandy hair and shimmering tail.

Max raises his head and looks at Daniel, their faces so close their noses are almost touching. All Daniel can see is Max, his eyes, the slope of his nose, the slight blush to his cheeks, the freckle on his upper lip, his lips.

Perhaps the magnetic pull between them should startle Daniel, it could be some siren magic after all, but the second his lips touch Max's he can tell that it's no magic at all and that Max is feeling the exact same way as him. The need for the other person, the anguish that it will be over in a few hours (if not less), the craving of a comfort that neither have felt in so long but they have found in each other. It's just a shame that this is all they can have.

They kiss and kiss until neither of them can breathe any more and Daniel's legs tire out from kicking in the water. Max holds him up as he slowly swims them back to shore, the two of them so lost in each other that they were unaware of how far they drifted out. He gently lays Daniel against the rock he was previously sat on and carefully brings himself up so he can lie his head on Daniel's lap, the end of his tail making small splashes in the waves that reach the shoreline.

"I guess this is goodbye," Max says, crestfallen.

"I guess so..." Daniel starts carding his fingers through Max's hair, feeling the softness as it dries out.

"Will I ever see you again?" Max asks, the tiniest, most miniscule amount of hope in his voice.

It kills Daniel to reply with "I don't know," shooting that hope down.

Max doesn't reply, just lies there and lets the moment last as long as possible. Daniel's skin dries quickly, excepts for where the waves kiss his feet. The sun has gone below the horizon and Daniel has to go. He has a flight in the morning to take him to Italy and cannot risk oversleeping for it.

"Max," he whispers hoarsely. Max gets the message, lifting himself up and pushing himself back into the sea to give Daniel the space to get dressed and leave. Daniel can feel Max's eyes on him, staring as if he will disappear the moment he blinks. Once he's properly clothed and has gathered up all his stuff, Daniel faces Max.

"I'm sorry we don't have more time." Daniel kicks the sand with his shoe.

"Me too," Max replies, flicking his webbed fingers in the water.

"Goodbye," Daniel smiles sadly before walking away. He listens for the sound of Max swimming away, the tell-tale splash of his tail, but there isn't. Against his better judgement, Daniel looks over his shoulder and sees Max still there, watching him.

Daniel's heartstrings snap and he goes running back, dropping to his knees not caring if his shoes or trousers get soaked. Max can barely gasp his name before Daniel holds his face and kisses him again, all breathy and desperate. They can taste each other's tears as they kiss, barely getting half-sentences out between each press of lips.

"I'm sorry I-" "Me too." "I have to-" "I know." "I wish-" "So do I." "Thank you."

Eventually, Max pushes Daniel back and forces himself further into the ocean where Daniel cannot follow. "Now go, please." His smile is ruined by the tears running over his cheeks and into the seawater. Daniel is sure he doesn't look any better.

This time, Daniel really does leave and he hears the loud splash of Max's tail going underwater to never be seen by him again. Daniel doesn't look back.

He makes it back to the hotel just as Lando and a bunch of other people from McLaren leaves it to go out partying or something. He refuses to make eye contact, doesn't want to see the worried glances or questioning looks and just heads back to his hotel room and immediately goes to sleep, not even bothering to wash the salty ocean water from his hair.

Perhaps, if he's lucky, he can meet Max again in his dreams.

[stellawolfearts]

My brain latched onto @podoro-vines OC's bc I found a lot of similarities between William and my OC Orion. I love to see it, so I decided to draw them next to each other. I ADORE how he turned out in my style, and I hope I did him justice and drew all his details right 😅. Notes about their similarities are under the cut, apologies if I got anything about William wrong :3 ofc this is all just base similarities that I've taken from the lore post's William is in and nothing too detailed since neither his nor Orion's story is done/out yet

In case anyone can't read the writing.

William

6'6

Has abstract (Magic)

Orion

5'7

Mortal, has no magic. <.< (...totally-)

Similarities

Star themes

Brown hair

Dark skin

Friends with a silly gremlin guy with secrets~ (William: Besties/QPR?) (Orion: Lil Sibling)

Goes on a big journey through world to find (William:Stars) (Orion: Gods)

Bookworms

Somehow connected to something bigger

Wanted by (William: The one who caged him) (Orion: The Government/Aeon Corp.)

William's 'crime': Escaping

Orions crimes: Leaving district, associated with 'terrorists', destruction of government/public owned property, revealing the evil secrets of Aeon Corp.

[every-sanji]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hi, I hope you don't mind this message, and idk if anyone else has told you, but there's this troll going around on Tumblr named @/freethepuppet. They claim to be “fighting for justice in the puppet industry”, but really they're just sending hateful and threatening messages to Welcome Home and My Friendly Neighborhood artists/fans.

I myself have receive multiple death threats from this person, and they have sent threats to many of my friends over the matter, some of which are minors.

Because of this issue, I have decided to keep myself and my friends anonymous, especially considering the fact that @/freethepuppet intends to send threats to PartyCoffin himself, along with the creator behind My Friendly Neighborhood.

I just wanted to warn you about this person, so that you can block and report them, as well has tell others in the community about the troll. If you decide to ignore this, then that's fair and I respect your decision.

In any case, I hope you and your friends stay safe. Best of luck!!

blocked! thanks for letting me know! to add on to this, a little advice for everyone:

Don't Engage With This Person At All!

Don't Look At Their Stuff, Don't Respond To Messages, Don't @ Them Or Give Them The Time Of Day. Just Go Block Them And Let Them Exhaust Their Own Hate

[muxas-world]

One day, they will reconcile, but that day will come when Vale realizes it wasn't some master plan. Marc was just a kid with only half of his frontal lobe fully developed, acting just like him in his 20s messy and chaotic on the track. What happened at Sepang and Valencia was partly his fault, too. If Vale hadn't made that press conference, calling Marc out and expecting him to crumble like others had, Marc wouldn't have decided to follow him around on the track. The same goes for Valencia. With all the rumors and personal attacks, how could Marc let him win, especially when that person had broken his heart? There are two people responsible for what happened in 2015, and one of them was the older wiser one

[vse-kar-vem]

together in every universe. or something

[youredreamingofroo]

The Passenger (2023) dir. Carter Smith // NEVER AGAIN - MICHELLE