#chibi writes

[chibi-pix]

Pidge should've been an alien in VLD

Yeah, I'm back on this thought. Not sure if I've shared it before or not, but we've also seen things I've worked on with art and fics. A non-Earthling Pidge in VLD would've been AMAZING.

DotU and VF both gave us "Pidge isn't of Earth", pointing out that the green lad in both of those iterations were from the planet Balto. Sure, sure, it was an excuse to show the planet blow up in DotU and write it differently so it's not Earth like it was in GoLion, but. WEP started this and I'm living for non-Earthling Pidge in VLD.

Like, don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly fine and dandy with Keith being half Galra. It's neat. The probabilities and working with that are endless. But like man. Quit hogging the alien aspect to yourself! Pidge had it first in prior versions of Voltron! Let this pidge have some of it, too! And it could be fun. Like, her not knowing she's part alien or her definitely knowing she's not Earthling and vibing with it. The possibilities are ENDLESS.

So yeah. I just wanted to get this ran out of the way and share with y'all. Pidge should've been alien or have alien ties in VLD. And, with sticking to part of VLD canon, I feel like it could've worked. Like, she could have potentially not known, much like Keith in canon. This could've also worked out with her not knowing and Keith being aware he's Galran or even looking the part and introducing good Galra much earlier and having team issues with Allura distrusting him but getting to see him for who he is sooner. And Pidge learning later on she's not as human as she thought. Or, for a second idea, Keith still not knowing and Pidge fully knowing what she is. Like, imagine Keith being part of the Garrison trio instead, potentially butting heads with Lance a lot but the two also being close, and when they head off into space with the blue lion, instead of escaping right away, they get caught. And thrown into a prisoner holding cell where Pidge, an alien previously captured, is sitting and figuring out her own way of getting out.

Dudes, the probabilities are there. We really needed alien Pidge. Would've gone so well with her tech adaptability, too.

Anyway, I'll leave that here for the time being. Hope y'all enjoyed this little ramble. Until next time!

[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]

The Bird's Broken Nest

After arriving at the Safe Haven, Janet finally shares some things about herself to her comrades.

Warning: This fic contains conversation on topics of stillbirth/premature death. If you are sensitive to those types of topics, please do not read!

Janet was exhausted.

Wait… actually no, exhausted wasn't a strong enough word to describe how out of it she was. Her entire body felt like it was practically lit on fire after having an elephant stomp on her several times over. Enduring everything that this cursed factory had thrown at her so far was finally starting to catch up to her, and considering her old age, she's honestly surprised that she didn't just die right then and there after all her adrenaline had worn off.

But here she was, still kicking and walking shakily back to Poppy, Dog Day, Baby Long Legs and Kissy in the Safe Haven to rest after talking with Doey.

Janet had grabbed a few pillows and placed them next to her toys and slowly (and painfully) sat down next to them, setting her grab pack to the side. By the God's above her shoulders needed this break right now. She sat in silence for a few moments before speaking.

“So, how are you four holding up? D’ya need anything?” She asked, a look of strong concern on her face as she turned to speak to the four toys. One of them, Baby, fast asleep against Kissy Missy.

“No thanks Janet, we're fine right now. Thank you though!” Poppy said, the exhaustion clear in her voice.

“Alright then, just let me know if you need anything honey…” Janet said, turning her gaze to the other toys within the Haven. They were all going about their business, yet Janet could tell that they were wary of her. She couldn't blame them though, if she were in their position she'd feel that way too.

Some of the toys were chatting amongst themselves, some were playing with the kickballs just a bit in front of her, but most of them were resting their own injuries just as Dog Day and Kissy were. Janet closed her eyes, wanting to rest her eyes and maybe even get some sleep before heading back out.

She was starting to doze off when she felt eyes on her, she glanced to her left, Dog Day was staring at her, he quickly snapped his head away when he noticed that Janet had noticed him.

“Dog Day?” Janet started, “Do you need something, hun?” She asked, he probably wanted some food or something.

“O-Oh! Um- Well…” Dog Day stuttered, clearly unsure if to ask his question or not. “Well… I don't need anything, but I wanted to ask you something.”

“Go for it buddy.” Janet gave him the okay.

“Forgive me if I'm looking too much into this, but I noticed that you always seem to end up in a daze whenever we stumbled upon some of the infant beds when we were in the upper levels… Is that the area you used to work at..?” Dog Day finished, uncertainty in his voice.

Oh.

She'd figured the question about her place in the factory would pop up soon. She just still wasn't sure how to answer it, but considering what her comrades have shared with her so far, she decided that it was only fair to at least try to tell them.

“Oh no sweetpea, I didn't work in Playcare… to be honest with you, I didn't even work with the toys like you and Kissy. I worked in the section of the factory that made the normal toys… the ones that made it to the toy stores and stuff.” Janet adjusted herself upward and continued. “But I did go there often to visit the children, especially during my pregnancy when I wasn't able to do factory work.”

“Pregnancy?” Poppy chimed in. “You have kids? Huh… I guess that explains your motherly nature then!” She said with a small giggle. Sharing a happy glance with Kissy before looking back to the older woman.

Janet’s face had gone cold… as if she had seen a ghost…

“Janet? You okay? I didn't say anything that upset you… did I?” Poppy asked, nervously.

“Oh- uh… no Pop, you're alright… I just…” her words drifted off, as if contemplating something.

“I don't have a child…”

Kissy leaned over, sharing the same confused look as her two friends. Even a few other toys began glancing over from their respective areas at the comment. Dog Day then spoke up, “But, you just said that you were pregnant? How could you not have a child if you were pregnant at some point?”

Janet sighed, once again adjusting herself so she'd be facing the three confused toys.

“How much do you all know about human biology? Specifically for human reproduction?”

Dog Day paused and thought for a bit, “... Well probably just the basics really. Two adults get together and make a child together. Why?”

Janet nodded as she cleared her throat, considering how to go about this.

“Well, are you aware of something called infertility?” Janet asked, the toys shook their heads. Figures, the adults probably didn't think about teaching that.

“Well, infertility means that someone doesn't have the ability to have a child of their own, and for a while I had actually struggled with that. But there's always a slight chance that, with medical aid, that person is able to have a pregnancy, and I was able to.” Janet paused. Thinking about those times, the happiness her and her husband felt when they had gotten the news.

“I still remember that day well… When my late husband and I had gotten the news that we were gonna be parents to a baby boy, we were practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. We had been trying for over three years at that point and we were thrilled!”

Janet chuckled softly, “We actually started preparing a room for the baby that day. We had gotten everything, a cradle with the softest blankets and pillows we could find, plenty of baby clothes, we even made a list of the best baby food for when they were born. We had little fluffy sheep painted all across the walls and put glow in the dark stars on them too!”

Janet paused for a second to glance at the toys, their eyes glued to her, all of them did. Even Doey had his head peeking out of the doorframe of the generator room.

“But…” Janet sighed, her expression changing to a more somber one.

“One night, I was at the hospital for a checkup for the baby. I ended up having to reschedule for later in the night due to something else popping up, so I had to take care of that first.” Janet's heart began to ache.

“Well, after the tests the doctor finally came back with the results and… She told me that the baby hadn't survived… and that we had to prepare to remove the body from me immediately…”

Silence flooded the Safe Haven while Janet took a shaky breath, tears starting to form in her eyes.

“I… was… heartbroken, to put it gently.” She choked on her tears. “One moment, I thought I was finally going to have the family I always wanted, and then the next second, the doctors are inducing labor so I could push a dead body out of me…”

Tears were falling down her face now, blurring her vision of the shocked expressions of the toys around her.

“Heh, but you wanna know the funny part?...”

Janet choked out, a bitter smile on her face.

“After I had healed and gotten out of the hospital, I had tried to go back to work but they didn't let me in... Playtime Co. had laid me off while I was in the hospital and refused to explain why. I couldn't even contact my husband no matter what I did. So I had to look for a new job and deal with all the bills all at the same time with no help… And that's not even considering the therapy bills I had as well.”

A dry laugh left her throat. “I guess… this-” Janet gestured around her. “-is why… They knew I'd be pissed knowing what they were doing down here…”

Janet sniffled, the silence within the Safe Haven was loud. She shifted as she wiped at her tear covered face.

“I-I’m sorry… that was probably a lot huh… I didn't mean for all of that to spill out.”

Kissy was then next to her, wrapping an arm around the broken human woman in an attempt to comfort her.

Poppy spoke. “I'm… so sorry for your loss Janet… That must have been terrible for you to go through alone.”

“Not as bad as what you all have gone through…” Janet said softly, leaning into Kissy.

Soon all the toys were surrounding the small group, Doey now being completely out of the generator room and sharing the same saddened expression on his face as the others.

“U-um.” A new, tiny voice stuttered.

Janet and the others looked up towards the source of the voice, meeting eyes with a Hoppy Hopscotch toy, who was slowly approaching them while they spoke.

“What was his name? Y-Your baby I mean. Didja have a name for him?”

Janet paused, and after a moment cleared her throat and spoke.

“...Milo… I had wanted to name him Milo… After the main character from my favorite movie… I had always thought it was a lovely name for a little boy…”

Janet looked down at her hands which were instinctively holding her stomach, like she had done when she was still pregnant, when she would talk to her precious baby.

“Milo… my sweet little Milo.”

Then at that moment, a small blue hand placed itself onto Janet’s. She looked up to see Baby looking at her, cooing. Janet took him from Kissy and cradled him, letting him wrap his stretchy arms around her as he got settled in her arms.

As Baby began to doze off, Janet let out a yawn, her exhaustion now stronger than ever as her body screamed at her to sleep.

“You should sleep now pal… You need it.” Doey said as he grabbed some blankets and draped it around her and Kissy.

A few of the other toys placed more pillows around them as Dog Day laid down behind them, acting as another pillow for them, and began to fall asleep too.

As Janet began to drift to sleep, her mind began to wander. Conjuring up a mental image of her laying in bed in her husband's arms, wrapped in warm blankets and fluffy pillows, as she held her baby, her little Milo, in her arms…

[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

[thechibilitwick]

this alludes to nothing from canon what so ever trust me

[yingxtkm]

Holy shit, some sort of haunted entity possessed me and I managed to get a 9k word chapter out AND finish this cheeb sketch for my fic. I think the world is ending 💀

Anyways check out said fic, I just updated it after a year long hiatus AHAHAHA: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53539471

[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