#can you tell I got lazy at the end?

[vegetabletaxi]

this is just a bunch of text and barely a comic sorry, but i really wanted to talk about this stuff even if i don't have the energy to properly draw

[aejiee]

The real part 2 to celebrate 7k notes on the remus ass post 🥳🥳🥳

funnily enough, I didn't even focus on that while drawing but then every reblog and comment was about it 💀

[hazard-c-horror]

Maternity Chip Eclipse Au

Cod why did this take so long?

read right to left

Sun: Monty, Foxy, I would like to have a lovely conversation, about something called Consent!

Foxy: 😶

Monty: 😅

Part1 - Part2 - Part3(here)

Enjoy as the gang struggles to remove said Chip from the spicy mother Dorito

[marasschino]

Finished oniisama e and will now launch myself off a cliff

[derlingly]

Thoughts about dead

[zaephix]

carry me to tomorrow / / xavier , zayne , & rafayel . . .

loving him can feel like a multitude of things

a/n: having severe brainrot over these men, smb save me. rlly random but i got a 96 on my physics test everybody clap!! (can you tell who my favorite is)

loving XAVIER feels like waking up at dawn and watching the sun and moon up in the sky at the same time. with you looking at the view with heavy eyes as the shades of blue and black fade to warm tones of orange and yellow, exchanging greetings with the moon. you're reminded of the sun as you stare at his peaceful face, his grey-blonde hair messy, making his skin look even softer. with a content sigh, you crawl back into his embrace and he welcomes you with a hum.

loving XAVIER feels like staring at the clouds and getting carried away by your daydreams. even when the both of you are on missions, you can't seem to take your eyes off of him (whether it's for romantic reasons or skeptical reasons - your choice). just as the clouds hide the blue sky, it feels like he hides himself as well, choosing instead to appear as a dull blob. you've asked XAVIER about himself more times than you can count, and yet he still chooses to stay quiet. you've nothing but your imagination at this rate. however, both of you know that one day the clouds will fade, revealing the deep, rich, and true colors hidden away. time will tell.

finally, loving XAVIER feels like spring. like the fresh grass and the fresh rain, like the blooming flowers and the bright rays. spring is a new beginning, for the earth and people alike. with XAVIER, everything and nothing feels new. you feel like you've done this with him a thousand times before, and yet you're pleasantly surprised each time. as the song birds celebrate the arrival of spring, you and XAVIER lie in the grass. nothing is exchanged between the two of you - just your time. with each passing second, your eyes begin to close again. and just as your vision was fading, you heard soft snores and mumbles of your name.

loving ZAYNE feels like going home at dusk, wondering what he's up to. the day ends with orange and red hues up in the sky, the moon readying itself for nightfall. you know he has a tendency to get caught up in work too often than not. and you wonder if you're overstepping your boundaries once you're at the doorstep of his office. what you didn't know was that even through the long and boring days at the hospital, he debated with himself on whether or not to call you. loving ZAYNE feels like moments when the sun paints everything in orange, gold hues - short, but sweet moments worth remembering.

loving ZAYNE feels like trying to navigate through the fog. fog feels uncertain, the chill sending goosebumps down your arm. the mist feels as though it's coercing you to join it away from the safety of your car. and in times like these you're reminded of how ZAYNE's morning coffee fogs his reading glasses. the same way you chuckle before taking them off of him and wiping them. you don't notice, but the black haired man now looks at you fondly - the steam from his coffee now subsided.

finally, loving ZAYNE feels like the transition from autumn to winter. the days of colorful leaves and cool wind over with. the beginning of winter marks its arrival through the fragile and stiff trees, the wind blowing through them as though they miss the kisses they'd share with the leaves. the days are getting shorter and the nights are longer. although the beginning of winter signifies hibernation and hiding, you can't help but love it. nights with ZAYNE are spent in bed cuddled in blankets and pillows as you both read books together. you never really cared for the books but rather the man that is clinging to you in a fashion he would never reveal in public. you had no problem with it. you'd love him in private and in public, through the winter storm and the chilly mornings. and just as your vision was fading, you felt a sigh against your skin and hands tucking you in, getting you ready for your dreams.

loving RAFAYEL feels like midnight escapades, brought on by midnight phone calls. the night is pitch black, save for the few street lights on your way from your apartment to his studio and the glowing moon. it's a vulnerable hour, crickets chirping and the white noise of the few cars going down streets the only music of the night. but as soon as you're met with his cheeky smile, you seem to forget the eeriness. your dazed nods as he goes on to rant about his problem or his painting - whichever one it was. it was only when you yawned when he invited you to rest in his too-big-of-a-bed. you had no idea if that was his intention or not, but any intelligible thoughts were hushed as the lights dimmed and the mattress below you dipped from the added weight.

loving RAFAYEL feels like the dew that paints the grass in the late nights and early mornings. you observe from the cover of his patio as he sinks his feet into the grass, seemingly in deep thought about something. you supposed it was his creative process, however odd it may be. the sun is almost blinding as it rises again and tiny rainbows form as if to say hello. he was still rooted in place. you think he invites you over, however you were distracted. the moisture of the air reminds you of how with RAFAYEL moments are quiet, just like how the grass quietly embraces the oncoming dew - an old friend.

finally, loving RAFAYEL feels like summer. like the hot atmosphere and the ice-cream melting on your tongue and fingers. like the never ending sky and the vibrant butterflies flapping their wings. loving RAFAYEL feels like the vigor the waves have for the sand under the hot gaze of the sun. and yet, you can never get a second of peace with all of his exhibitions gaining popularity. loving RAFAYEL means that summer nights is all you can afford to yourselves, the rush of the day still struggling to fade away. sitting on the sand, the white noise of the waves crashing over the earth lull you in a trance. and just as your vision was fading you saw dusky purple hair and violet amber eyes come closer, the feeling of lips against your temple sending you off.

[peachyfnaf]

Nexus swaddled in a tortilla blanket like a wet cat

Solar giving Nexus loving gentle boo-boo kisses on his burn marks

Ruin fetching Nexus chocolates/sweets because she's crying, and he wants to help

Nexus scruffing OMoon like a wild child

(don't have to do all of these, ideas went brrr) /silly

I absolutely COULD only do some of them. But I did not <3

[solocien]

gotta take advantage of the op-op fruit before it leaves the country

[yunmaobao]

so kai canonically can't skate (from s4), lloyd and jay can, and i assume the rest can because 1) zane and pixal are robots 2) cole's dance education made him good at ice skating 3) same thing with nya's secret dance lessons from s12

now has a fic!

[coyoteclan]

Hey look I finally did what I'm supposed to do and drew the next moon haha

I took forever because I was debating whether or not to change Dancingheart's name for story purposes and finally caved

and then there's LEAFCLAW

special guests Coldpaw/Coldfur from @silkclan and Furzeflood from @frigateclan :)

[fantauno]

a little tamer than what i was going for, but it works

[candyn-gutz]

hi i drew mika in some of my outfits ^-^

[pluto-hweat-halcyon-skytober]

I have no idea where this is.

[rhythmcrown]

Happy birthday to the game of all time, and the blorbos that started it all for me

Yeah, it was Sonic's game too, but we all know who stole the show for that particular era. I'm not biased or anything

[koffeebiscuits]

Icecream date 🍦

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[vocalaar]

guarantee oliver cried when he found out smalltown boy wouldnt answer him