#chibi writes

[chibi-pix]

When Keith is genuinely exhausted to the bone he snores. He snores like a god damn tracker with a broken wheel, boy is loud as shit.

-🌙🍃

While the snoring tells the team that he's exhausted, it is a good sign, especially to Shiro. This tells them that Keith is going to sleep deep and sleep well. Lance probably teases him and Hunk a bit, chuckling about someone actually snoring louder than Hunk. Hunk is actually amused by that teasing. He's also relieved knowing Keith is sleeping well. Pidge, being the little shit she is, would pretend she tracked how high of a decibel Keith got to with his snoring. Keith would quip back with comments Pidge has made as she talks in her sleep. This prompts them both to laugh.

If snoring isn't normal to Alteans, Allura might actually be concerned, especially if she's heard Keith sleep WITHOUT snoring. She's wondering if he's actually okay or potentially unwell with that loud snoring. Did something in his face break and that's why he sounds louder than Hunk?! Nope. He's just tired and sleeping deeply. He's actually fine.

Bonus: Remember in episode 2 and we see the others in their rooms before the rude wakeup call? Yeah, Lance is wearing Pidge's headphones. I think he stole them from Pidge that first night because he heard Keith snoring in the next room. Lance was probably confused and concerned because Hunk was loud, something he probably knew as most likely his roommate back at the Garrison, but Keith snoring LOUDER than Hunk? He's relieved when he later finds out it's just a Keith thing of being in deep, restful sleep, often after exhaustion. It's possible this is also a thing for several Galra, potentially making it a normal Galra thing.

[the-chibi-devil]

Conjoined OG!SQQ and YQY Ghost

I haven't seen any posts about weird conjoined ghost Shen Jiu and Yue Qi so I am here to provide.

In PDIW, SQQ dies by swallowing Xuan Su's shards. As Xuan Su was tied to YQY's life force, I like to think this could end up with their resentments and obsessions merging into one weird (possibly Supreme?) ghost. Neither of them would have enough strength to form on their own, but given their combined regrets and relationships they could form a feedback loop that results in two ghosts forming.

Well, maybe one-and-a-half ghosts. My thought is that they are sort of a combined unit. I've been picturing them as two separate ghosts connected by red puppet strings (for the red string of fate and all). Neither of them are pretty ghosts at first.

SQQ is the puppeteer ghost. He's missing an eye and a tongue. He wears flowy robes that completely cover where his arms and legs would be. Does he have limbs? He can pick things up, but no one has ever seen his hands and he seems to glide rather than walk. The red strings disappear into his sleeves. He is not limited by gravity.

YQY is covered in arrows. Absolutely covered in them. When angry, they bristle up like he is a hedgehog and he can also shoot them out like porcupine quills. The red strings are around his limbs.

Both YQY and SQQ can move independently but often function as a unit since they are attached to each other. As mentioned above, SQQ is the puppeteer. This came about because of YQY's regrets and desire to help SQQ escape LBH. SQQ can maneuver YQY anyway he wants and, as SQQ lacks a tongue, he often talks through YQY's mouth until he learns to grow one. It's weird hearing the two of them conversing solely through YQY.

YQY can actually move SQQ too; it's like yanking on a rope and pulls SQQ in a certain direction. YQY just doesn't use that ability too much because he feels guilty later.

I'm not sure what this combined ghost would do after forming, or what they would be called. I imagine they're rather reclusive.

Please talk to me about this, I beg you.

[smoosie]

(Which arm, Viktor, huh ? Which one ??)

They were not a couple so, Jayce (who had a very bad day and just wanted to hug it out) proceeded to freak out, backed out of the lab and never mentioned it again but, Astral Viktor, that mf ? He'd be delighted to remind Jayce of that moment in time, of that missed call and watch him die from embarrassment and resentment over himself

(I'm glad they've never beaten the gay allegations and never will)

[chibi-crafts]

Heyo, lovelies! Chibi here! You may know me as, well, Chibi-Pix. Well, I'm now here with this new blog to share my sewing projects on. I'm hoping to one day get traction to sell plushies, but that's gonna have to wait a few weeks as I'm not home at the moment. But I am very much sewing while away.

Anyway! That's it for now! Until next time!

[commissions-shop]

Hello! Welcome to the Commissions Shop!

My name is Juice (he/him) from @electricpurrs!

This blog is a project made to share as many commissions posts from artists on Tumblr as possible.

The goal is to create a hub where artists can have their commissions equally shared for visibility, and people seeking to buy art can just scroll for easy access to a wide variety of commissions from tons of different artists!

For now i am going to be reblogging any commissions posts i see on here, and people who have commissions open (or know someone who does) can send them to me through asks or DMs, and I'll reblog them as well.

I want this to be a varied space! All kinds of art are welcome, be it digital art, traditional, writing, plushies, embroidery, adopts, stickers, charms, prints, fursuits and more!

I will work into implementing a tagging system so hopefully posts are easy to navigate, and people looking for specific things can find them easier!

Advice/Suggestions on how to improve are welcome, my inbox will be open for any questions or suggestions, as well as DMs.

UPDATE: Now everyone on tumblr feel free to tag your commissions posts with the tag #commissions shop ! i will be following the tag and adding any posts i see on it to this blog's queue!

[cozylittleartblog]

lil columbo sticker design i made for my etsy :) i'm not sure what the market is for columbo merch but if the demand is high enough i'd like to make an enamel pin in the future!

[1pcii]

the real reason Luffy likes zoro so much is because he is built like a bug

^^^here's a scientific (preformed studies myself) diagram to explain how.

[gomzdrawfr]

content warning: blood

Loyal to a fault

bonus + other versions:

Bonus:

Alt:

the words on Ghost's body reads:

LOVE (level of violence)

it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)

Loyal Dog

Vēnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)

this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me

[timbit-robin-art]

Uh-oh.

[chibi-pix]

i think to would be funny if everyone assumed Keith was the resident punk and emo but in reality it’s actually Pidge who the punk and emo. They go their music taste from Matt and just ran with it. Pidge be listening to Flyleaf, pierce the veil and slip knot is both funny and interesting to me

Dude, the lot would totally do the "Know the Emo Music" game and Keith wouldn't even know half of them but Pidge would know almost everything. She denies being emo. The others ask Matt if she had an emo phase she's lying about. Matt realizes he had the emo phase and Pidge knows the music because he'd share it with her. Pidge listening to loud punk music while working because it keeps her awake and motivates her, especially if she's doing chores.

Keith will forever tease Pidge after this. "And you called me the emo loner." while having this smirk because Pidge listened to far more emo music than him and was even more of a loner than he was. Lance also helps with the teasing. "Aww, do you only call Keith the emo one because you're projecting?" Pidge will probably throw hands with them or hug Hunk or Regris and cry into their chests. Bonus: Shiro is laughing because the kids never cease to amuse him and this strikes him as sibling behaviour. Matt confirms, this is definitely sibling behaviour.

[the-chibi-devil]

I've been hanging around in the Cult of the Lamb fandom and I'm here to make everything worse. I present to you the following fic. It's restricted to registered AO3 accounts due to AI scraping.

Title: God is Dead Summary: Hear this, oh faithful, hear this tenet of our faith. This is the tragic tale of the One Who Waits. Link

[chibifox2002]

Does Jaybird have a set schedule for Doey when he splits into the three boys. Is there somewhere she gets frustrated with Kevin.

Each of the boys actually have their own pre-planned days to spend with Janet! So that way they have their own time to spend with mom whenever they're separated!

Also that second part inspired me to write a fic so hope you don't mind that!

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The autumn sun shone brightly as Janet drove down an old trail just a bit down the road from her house. It was a slightly bumpy ride, with the trail being slightly deformed by the numerous storms that had passed by since she last drove down it, sticks and twigs littering the path.

Normally, she would be picking up the mess so the next trip wouldn't be as bumpy, but she didn't want to take too long with this drive. Not with her current passenger, who was seated on the right side of the back seat of her old mustang, looking out the window with a sour expression on his face.

Doey- no, Kevin, had a bit of an outburst a couple days prior, and separated himself from the others since then.

Literally. He had removed himself from Doey and locked himself in the basement storage room. It had surely shocked Janet when the situation was explained to her after returning home from work. She had no idea that the boys who formed Doey were capable of doing that!

Although she was able to convince Kevin to come out of the basement, he was still silent and distant from the others. Especially Jack and Matthew, the other two boys of Doey. Refusing to reform with them, and the two were starting to get worried about their friend and brother.

Well, today Janet had decided that enough was enough, and invited Kevin on a drive with her. Telling the red colored doughboy to grab a jacket and that she had a special place that she wanted to show him.

Leaving DogDay in charge, she had set up a movie marathon for the other toys, along with snacks and instructions on how to use the popcorn maker, and set out with her son.

Which led to now, Janet finally pulling up to her destination, an open space next to a decent sized lake surrounded by trees, and stopping the car and walking to the trunk to grab a blanket and a small basket of snacks for the two of them.

Might as well make this a picnic.

After setting everything up, the two sat and chatted about the week while snacking on the sliced fruits and grilled cheese sandwiches that Janet had prepared.

About an hour passed before Janet decided to initiate the plan.

"So... Did you wanna talk about what happened a few days ago while I was out?" Janet asked with a gentle voice. Knowing (and expecting) that the boy may not want to talk about it just yet.

Kevin paused mid-bite of his sandwich, and placed it back into his paper plate. Falling silent once again.

Janet nodded. "That's alright baby, you don't gotta talk about it if ya ain't ready to." Janet reached into the basket and pulled out a water bottle for Kevin, holding it towards him as an offer. To which he accepted.

Janet continued as Kevin opened the bottle to take a sip. "I just want you to know that I know what it's like to lash out like that. To have something eat away at your mind until it drives you mad. Until you feel like you HAVE to get it out SOMEHOW, and how violence seems like an easy way to do so..." Janet paused, sighing. Kevin paying full attention to his mother.

"But that's not the best way to go about it... It can hurt you, as well as those you care about..." Janet looked up towards the tops of the trees.

"Back when I was in therapy, my physiatrist suggested finding a better outlet for my anger. She suggested practicing breathing techniques, hobbies to get my mind off of it, and even to try writing it down in a journal." Janet shifted, suddenly moving to stand up.

"But, I found that the best way to deal with my issues for me, was to come here and release it!"

"Either by just screaming my heart out here-" Janet bent down and picked up a rock. "Or by throwing rocks into the lake." She reeled back her arm and threw the rock as hard as she could into the lake. It splashing close to the center of the lake.

She stared towards the lake for a bit before hearing footsteps approach her, she looked over just in time to see Kevin pick up a rock, look out to the lake, and throw it as hard as he could, shouting as the rock flew from his hand and into the water. Landing just a bit farther from where Janet's had landed.

"Nice throw honey!" Janet applauded as she walked over to him with a slightly bigger rock. Handing it to him. "Wanna throw this one too?" Kevin took the rock and threw it. Landing a bit closer to them from the last rock's landing spot.

Janet then suddenly picked up a pebble, and skipped it across the lake with ease. Which shocked the doughboy.

"How'd you do that?!" Kevin asked, amazement in his voice and on his face.

Janet chuckled.

"Well, first you gotta find a flat pebble or rock-" She held up another one as an example. "You hold it so it's like a tiny frisbee in your fingers. Then you flick your wrist as you throw it like this!-"

She once again skipped the stone as Kevin searches for a suitable stone to skip.

It takes him a few tries, but eventually he's skipping stones with the same amount of grace as the human woman who taught him.

They laugh and continue to skip stones for a couple minutes. Before Kevin speaks up again.

"... I hate that I'm mad all the time..." Janet turns to him. "I hate that I still get nightmares about that place and what happened to me. I just want to TRY and get over it all, and I am! I'm trying so hard to just enjoy the present with everyone and I just- I just can't!" Kevin yells as throws his hands up, before letting them drop to his sides in frustration.

"I just-" Kevin pauses, sighing before finishing his thought. "I'm just so tired..."

Kevin stares out into the lake, watching as a group of three ducks land on the water and begin to swim around.

A hand gently appears on his shoulder. Gently squeezing it as he looks up towards the kind face the hand belongs to.

"Sweetheart... It's completely normal for you to still be affected by your trauma. Heck, I still have moments where I'm reminded of mine and I just completely freeze because of it... Trauma doesn't just disappear overnight, despite how much we all wish that was the case."

Janet slowly wrapped Kevin into a hug as she continued.

"But the fact that you want to do something about it is good!" Janet began to gently sway side to side to help calm her son. "If there's anything I can do to help you with that, just let me know and I'll figure something out for you." Janet stepped back, keeping her hands on Kevin's shoulders.

"Is there anything you want to do about your frustration right now?"

Kevin was silent for a few moments.

"... I wanna scream..."

Janet nodded and took a couple steps away from Kevin. "Alright then, let's just-"

Janet didn't even finish her sentence before being caught off guard as Kevin let out the most blood curdling, soul ripping, rage filled scream she had ever heard in her life. Putting all her previous rage induced screams to shame.

Kevin's face had exaggerated to extreme levels as his red teeth exposed themselves and his angered expression morphed into a more monstrous version of itself as he screamed, small spikes forming on different areas of his body.

The three ducks that were on the lake flying off at the sudden loud noise.

The scream lasted for almost 30 seconds before Kevin stopped, his form reverting back to normal before he began to breathe heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

Janet stared at him for a bit before composing herself and releasing the tension in her body.

"... Ya feeling better sugar?" Janet asked.

"...Y-Yeah... A little bit." Kevin stuttered out, voice cracking a bit.

"...You want another hug?"

"...... Yeah..."

Janet took a step towards Kevin, wrapping him in another hug. Making this one a bit tighter than the previous one. Once again swaying side to side as the quiet sniffles and hiccups of her boy crying could be heard.

Looks like Kevin needed that more than he thought.

....

Two hours later after they finished their picnic, they drove back home and Kevin apologized to the other toys for his outburst. Eventually reforming back into Doey by the end of the night.

And now, whenever Kevin's anger begins to become too much, he simply goes to his mother and she then brings him to their favorite spot at the lake where they skip stones and yell into the sky together.

[chibitabathasloves]

Am I just gonna type these all on my phone? Yes. Am I putting any thought into them? Ehhhhhh.

Anyways, here you guys go. Under a read more for people who don't want to see this.

Steamy, hot, wet

Fingers scratch over his scalp, reaching, searching for that spot where his fingers press just so behind Will's ears. The sharp pull of teeth soothed by the hot press of Hannibal's tongue draws him back into the moment. Lips sliding together in a dance neither knew the steps to at first. His own teeth nip at the slick muscle tasting the soft palet of his mouth, chasing the last dredges of the brandy they shared after their meal. He tugs on Hannibal's tie, fingers tugging mercilessly at the silk, calluses catching and pulling the fabric how he desires.

Sharp teeth cut against the swell if his lip and crimson blooms across his tongue. "Will, if you continue òn this trajectory, you won't be walking the dogs later." That hand finally finds that place, cradling his head just so, thumb pressed up behind his ear, pinkie pressed to where skull and neck meet.

"We'll see if you can keep up with me then." Will's lips curl into a smirk and he uses his grip on Hannibal’s disheveled tie to crash their lips back together. Taking his time to try and taste the brandy on Hannibal’s breath, but only finding the taste of him and wanting more. Needing more.

Mystical

Hannibal had written off the ideas peddled by romance authors. No single person actually experiences such drivel. Butterflies in their stomach, fireworks in their heart, stars in their eyes. All it is is artistic license to stretch the truth. Nerves easily dismissed, heart rate increase due to excitement, light hitting the eye at such an angle the moisture can easily be seen.

Yet here. In this perfect moment, Will's windchapped lips pressed to his, he can maybe begin to understand the magic woven by poets.

It's like a field of wildflowers is growing in his heart, like the river Will has told him of is carving a place in his mind and body, building at the base of his spine and spreading through systems no doctor could name.

Calloused fingers catch on the idea of his five o'clock shadow, and moonlight pours from his heart.

The warmth of Will's breath spreading over his lips and cheek feel like unspoken promises, spells left uncast.

Opening his eyes and seeing endless, stormy blue, he can only sigh and reach up to cup Will's cheek. "I am once more placed under a spell only you seem able to cast Will Graham. " He runs his thumb over the scruff of Will's jaw. "Yet I cannot say I loathe the feeling. Your witchcraft may make a poets heart out of me yet."

Will rolls his eyes before stepping back from Hannibal. "You've always been poetic, Hannibal. All it is, is a topic shift." He offers a small smile, and Hannibal swears he can taste the promise of future on those lips, even if there is space between them at this moment.

Hazy, dreamlike

The cool that crawls in when the warmth of his lips recedes makes him ache for more. To be buried in the safety offered by lips that could, and have, offer him poison.

But here, in this space, they cannot live without the other. If one of them was to sip poison from the others lips, the other would chase the taste from the back of their teeth. They would destroy each other.

This is better. The soft press of skin to skin, the soft puff of breath chasing gooseflesh, sleep thick voices murmuring each other's names like prayers.

A hand curls around the nape of his neck, and he goes willingly. He can feel the sharpness of bone biting into flesh overlapping with the soft comforting touch. This second kiss tastes a lot like his name, but also like hot summers, biting winter cold, and blood, black under the moonlight.

Writing Exercise

I'm using these for myself and found them to be really helpful, so I'm sharing and if anyone wants to reblog their takes, that'd be amazing, I love reading your works! Whatever you interpret of each!

Hannigram kissing scene based on different vibes:

Steamy, hot, wet

Mystical

Hazy, dreamlike

[emry-stars-art]

So @fortheloveofexy posted a snippet of their fic for wip Wednesday (here) that I just. It got my heart, and I’ve been wanting to draw more mers and Andrew’s design is so cool in this au i couldn’t help myself

I’ll reblog and link when the corresponding chapter comes out but for now, here’s the general fic link in case you haven’t been following it already 👀

Bonus lil merDrew

[thechibilitwick]

this alludes to nothing from canon what so ever trust me

[fatedroses]

Zenos gets to have the terrible realization that he is the only prince with the patience to put up with him anymore.