#dawg what even is that

[jester-w-n0n4m3]

Oh you also got a taste test of emps weezer obesion

W h a t

[lobsterlemons]

a small compilation of some of my favourite dredge fish

part 2

[sharlaynyans]

waxwitch chat do we fuck with this

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Snap: *draws a Megaman-inspired Magneto*

Me: ...Perfect modernization.

wait now that its not 3AM i can do you one Slightly better

bonus:

[ghostlylicious]

so i drew them dawgs for the 1st time (checks nails casually like i totally wasn't about to throw hands when i was trying to figure out how to draw them)

[rewritingcanon]

Sasuke Uchiha

im so sorry i havent watched naruto all ik is that guy is nawtttt attracted to women

[giddlygoat]

if you’re able to stylize sportaflop,i wonder how you’d stylize my boy stingy ✨✨

also what do you think of stingy?

stingy is REALLY fun to draw. but, i’m not surprised that i enjoy it, because i’ve always loved drawing dapper dressed characters lol. in fact, he was one of the most fascinating characters to me when i was a kid just for that reason. i also remember being put off by his inability to share, but i don’t think that stopped little me from having the tiniest crush on him. nowadays i would simply like to have a talk with his parents because he needs some serious attitude adjustments 😭

[ender-goo]

Alright chat who's more evil:

A genocidal colonizer, a necromancer with no morals whatsoever, a scientist with even less morals somehow AND the God of death, darkness and evil itself

Or

A dude with a knife

[spaciebabie]

oh so you wanna fuck that monster huh. make sexy art of them without giving them muscles and/or making them look human

[thesweetnessofspring]

The only thing that would 100% ruin SOTR (or any future THG book) would be if Katniss is related to the Covey. I am so willing to go where Suzanne takes us but if she goes there I will not be able to think fondly of any of the prequels.

[rah1457]

*rises from my grave like a vampire*

these may end up just being some funny scenarios i though up at 1 am that were either cut from my other fic, or, i was just inspired to write these lol.

who cares anyway? not you, that's for sure.

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- It's always so strange, having basically a demigod as your roomate. Many people think that she'd act all high and mighty, considering her power, right?

-Surprisingly, not really. Mach has always been down to earth ever since you met her in rock park that one night.

-It was NOT a fun time. You'd woken up, laying down in front of a bench, head pounding with a headache. Your thoughts themselves were fuzzy, and all you could hear was this eerie music playing

-It felt like a nightmare. Something out of the dreamcore videos you used to watch at 3 AM. It all felt WAAYYY too real to just be a dream. But after pinching yourself, it finally kicked in that this WAS not a dream.

-You couldn't really tell how long you were there. In front of that bench, you kept falling back into a hazy half-sleep.

-At some point, something poked your curled up form. It was a woman, with bright red eyes, dressed head to toe in purple. You could only see bits of her hair peeking out from the massive top hat on her head.

-It was strange, really. You wondered if she was the mad hatter in your hell of a nightmare. Perhaps she wanted to take you to have some tea.

-Apparently, you had spoken the thought out loud, since her eyebrows furrowed and she herself mumbled about picking up drunk strangers off the side of the street.

-As you regained deliberate conciousness, you quickly explained that you were not in fact drunk, and instead didn't know where you were.

-Mach thought you were batshit crazy. Everyone who had been on the elevator had at least HEARD of Rock Park.

-Soon, as you explained more of your situation, she realized that you didn't KNOW about the elevator, or about much of this world, really. It stuck her as bizarre.

-Some kindness in her heart urged her to help you in whatever way she could. Now, after her sister passed, Mach didn't really like getting too close to people. She'd never admit it, but it scared her. Way deep down, she was waiting for the next person she cared about to die.

-But she figured it wouldn't harm her to at least offer you a place to stay.

-So, she walked you to the elevator, offering to help keep you steady on your shaky legs. You almost fell over multiple times just standing in the Regretevator.

-When you both arrived at what you would soon recognize as HALL OF, all of your senses were completely bombarded with the strong scent of gasoline and something burning, the bright orangish hue that was entirely too much, and above all, the scorching heat. You had began to sweat just standing there.

-You saw the obstacle course in front of you. The long platforms, the rings of plasma. You felt like vomiting. There was no way you were going to make it. For a moment you wondered if this was where you were going to die, at the hands of some malicious stranger with a top hat.

-Honestly, that was a pretty badass way to die.

-But as the incinerator snapped into place behind the entrance, you were flung onto Mach's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

-The next minute was the most magical (and terrifying) thing your overheated brain believed you had ever seen. The ground rushed beneath you in a sort of hypnotic manner as Mach made a quick dash to some platform you couldn't see, all while carrying you about as gently as one could while being chased by a wall of fire.

-You don't really remember a lot of what happened after the obstacle course. From what you could best recall, Mach carried you up into the flat, and made a bed for you out of the couch.

-You promptly fell asleep for about 18 hours.

-After the whole incident, Mach began to explain the reality-bending elevator to you, offering a theory that the elevator must have wanted something to do with you. What it could have been was anyone's guess.

-You didn't know how long you were going to be stuck here, but Mach claimed she was willing to let you stay as long as you desired. Something about needed company was also mentioned, but you threw it aside as a formality.

-At first, Mach kept this stoic face that made you want to hide whenever she looked your direction. After a while, though, you found out that she just had a chronic case of Resting Bitch Face, and wasn't as intimidating as she let on.

-One day you noticed that it always smelled like straight fire and gasoline in the flat, and it was starting to get to you. So, you went to find something that would make any fire at least a bit more bearable: an overpriced scented candle.

-After spending about three hours in the store, you found a candle that you hoped both of you could agree on. Scented nutmeg and vanilla, it was sweet and nutty, but not overwhelming so.

-You put it in a bag, and offered it to Mach one day as a sort of thank you gift, in addition to serving its purpose. You also packed her a KatKot bar. They always had strange flavors, so you hoped that maybe it would make her laugh at the sheer absurdity of a lemonade flavored chocolate.

-Mach stared at the bag in your hands as you sidled up to her. As you handed her the package, she looked dumbfounded. The concept was odd to her. She recalled being of a young age the last time she recieved a gift. It was from her sister, a type of candy that the both of them liked.

-Mach gently pulled the candle and weird sweets out of the bag. At first, she didn't respond, so you began to ramble apologies and about how the receipt was still in the bag and-

-She burst out laughing. It was a glorious sound, something you never expected to come from the stoic woman's vocal cords.

-As the laughter stopped its echoes through the flat, Mach looked into your eyes, a rare smile etched onto her features. Few words were spoken; many more were implied. Most of all, you understood she enjoyed the gift.

-After you had gone to bed, Mach lit the candle alone in her room. The gentle scent reminded her of things that had passed. Of things she missed, and of things she had not thought of in far too long. She cried.

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(A/N)

Hey fam, hope you're doing well. I'm actually surprised at how much people have seemed to enjoy these little things I keep writing. I'm glad. I'm gonna be completely honest, I haven't been doing all too well recently. But I hope y'all like this one. Have a good one, homeslices!!!!

[divine-misfortune]

The floor is yours good sir 👀

CLEARS THROAT

After his transition, Dewdrop felt nothing but loss. Everything was taken from him. His element, his pack, his bass. And what pack he had left felt like strangers to him, though some of them were strangers. Mountain and Aether looked at him different. He was just Dew now. No more Dewdrop, the clergy had even stolen his own fucking name from him. No more droplet, no more water lily, no more catfish. Sure, the nicknames changed. Sure, they were still endearing. But they weren’t his. It felt like he’d stolen something from Ifrit - like every passing ‘spitfire’ was desecrating something sacred.

In the weeks and months following, he hides the urge to grimace every single time these new pet names find their way to his ears. Dew wants to like them, wants to feel that familiar fuzzy warmth in his chest. Yearns for the feeling of love to settle into his core like an old familiar friend. He also does his best not to looked like a kicked puppy when Mountain calls this new ghoul ‘tadpole’ for the first time, and the second time, and every occurrence after that. It was like being replaced. More confusing of a feeling though, keeping him around to watch this new water ghoul blossom was painful. Could have been classified as Dewdrop related cruelty.

And there is no way for him to swallow down the resentment and anger that boils in him when Aether purrs the faintest ‘raindrop’ against Rain’s kiss plumped lips. Puts off sparks, the fire in the hearth crackles and flares violently before snuffing out abruptly as he gets off the couch and storms out of the room.

Time blurs eventually. They say it heals all wounds but all it does is numb him to the hurt. Dew can force it down far enough he can force himself to be in the same room as Rain. And then after a bit longer, tolerate a conversation with him, which turns into multiple over time. Spirals into thousands of shared thoughts and words between them until Dew can’t get enough of listening to Rain talk. Disdain and arms length distance becomes infatuation and a desire for proximity he didn’t think possible before.

Dew kisses him. Suddenly and without even considering what he was doing, the fire ghoul was leaning over the sleek white bass in Rain’s lap to sate an itch he’d been ignoring since the day they met. Their mouths fit together like they were made for this. He tastes like everything Dew had dreamed about and more. It tastes like home and conflict mixed in one but it doesn’t drive him away like it should. Curiosity has him licking over the seam of Rain’s lips and dipping past when Rain allows him in. His gasp lights a fire in Dew he’d never felt. Not simply arousal, but something deeper than even he knew. Completion.

They’re lucky Rain has the shoulder strap on because if not that bass would’ve hit the floor because Rain’s hands had abandoned it to fit on a more favorable body. One against his cheek, the other on the back of his neck. Every point of contact Dew can find helps make the world make sense again. He’s practically trying to crawl into Rain’s already occupied lap, wanting to press their bodies together in a way not entirely sexual.

And they part, and Dew’s world feels broken in half. Ripped away by the distance between their lips. The taste lingers and Dew hopes it stays forever. Hopes that this might be the one thing they can’t take from him.

“Rain, I-“

“Took you long enough,” he interrupts and pets his thumb over his warm cheek. “Kept me waiting, droplet.”

There it is. That single fucking word and Dew’s shattered world is flipped on its head and forced back together despite the missing chipped pieces.

The clergy may have stolen it from him, but Rain gave it back just like that.

Dew could laugh, should probably cry, but he just stares at those pretty blue eyes. Frozen until relief thaws him and reminds his heart to start beating again, even if it is a bit faster than it had been. It didn’t matter, his heart could beat right out of his chest and Dew wouldn’t care. Too fixated on the way the word leaves Rain’s tongue, fascinated by the fondness it carries, enraptured by the way he looks at him. It didn’t cure the pain his transition caused him, but it did stitch the open wound shut so it could finally begin to heal.

“Say it again…”

“Again?”

“Call me that again, please.”

“As many times as you want, droplet. Anything you want.”

And each one is a reminder of who he was - who he is. His name no longer felt strange and foreign like ill fitted clothes.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

In X2 Logan snuffs out his cigar in his hand in the cerebro room and POOR CHARLES HAS TO SIT THERE AWKWARDLY AND LISTEN TO LOGAN GETTING TURNED ON BY BURNING HIMSELF BRUH. Charles' face during that whole scene is just... "Come on man right in front of my salad?"

X2 is often regarded as the best movie of the original trilogy and bits like Logan Getting A Hard On In The Cerebro Room Because He's A Masochist While Charles Is Trying Really Hard To Work is definitely one of them

[mahkis]

a little hate sex piece i’m working on with atsumu

it started off simple enough with him texting you a ‘u up?’, picking up your phone as you feel the buzz. you swipe the notification away with disgust, tired of being this man’s last option when he can’t find anything better to do.

30 minutes pass before he realized he’s being ignored. he knows you check your phone constantly, a nervous habit you do when a room gets too silent. he also knows he could respect your wishes, letting you have the night to yourself. but, the idea of pissing you off and being able to spend the night with you sounds like too fun of an opportunity to pass on.

you let out a sigh of relief thinking that maybe he had finally given up on you and let some other poor girl deal with his mess. you had settled in to your couch, wearing an old t shirt and some large pajama pants. they drowned you, but were far too comfortable to give away as you stretched and sank deeper into the couch. staring blankly at the tv screen in front of you, you feel your eyes begin to glaze over as you drift off to sleep.

you snap awake as you hear a fist pound at your front door. 'he wouldn't fucking dare' you think to yourself as you stomp to the door, not remembering how you look. you yank open the door to find yourself staring at a man resting against the trim of your door while giving you the biggest shit eating grin you've ever seen. before you have a chance to yell at the annoyingly hot man standing in front of you he walks through your door and turns back to you, 'surprised to see me princess?'. you're still standing in shock that this man invited himself into your apartment let alone come over in the first place. 'cute pajamas too, did you dress up like this just for me?' he states, trying to make you snap as he plays with the hem of your shirt.

'miya, i swear to god you better get out of here before I call the cops' you bark back at him, balling his t shirt up in your fists as you shove him softly against the door. he grabs your hands, easily removing them from his chest before grabbing the backs of your thighs and caging you against the nearby wall. 'cut the shit and just let me fuck you, you bitch'. your hands curl into the nape of his hair as he picks you up a little too easily and walks you over to the sofa. plopping both of you down on the couch he splays his fingers across your thighs to keep you down and planted right up against him. thrusting yourself forward you clash teeth as the both of you fight to take the lead while kissing one another. 'god, you're such a bitch' he gripes as he nips at your neck and collarbone, being sure to leave marks in his wake. grabbing the back of his head you pull him away from you and make him look you in the eye, 'says you, fucking coming into my house, expecting an easy fuck'. he grins up at you as he says, 'trust me princess, there's nothing easy about you'.

[rickybaby]

"It hurts around here because qualifying is so important. Tough to take qualifying this far back. I enjoy driving here, but the classification kind of takes that enjoyment out of it. You obviously try and stay optimistic but not sure how optimistic I’m feeling right now.”

[gayestcowboy]

one of the reasons i hate generative AI is that i have a chronic injury that makes me unable to write by hand for longer than a few sentences and therefore i need a keyboard in order to write essays for classes, and i’m a bit worried that professors won’t allow me to type essays as a result of potential AI use, even though i have a perfectly valid medical reason to need a keyboard. i’ve seen a few posts online saying that the only way to prevent students from relying on AI is to make them write by hand, and while i understand the sentiment and don’t even necessarily disagree with the general point, the matter of accessibility still needs to be addressed somehow, and it’s just a bit frustrating on a personal level as someone who has had to fight with teachers and professors in order for my needs to be met even before the era of chatgpt