#definitely not sfw

[xgoth-mothx]

- Goth Cat -

[pvmpkinzz]

real picture of me going to bed

[thatonemarveldude]

Pocket sized au

Here you go tumblr, I know you’ll like this one:

Took my sizeshifter spidersona who can only grow bigger and made him really small instead

He can be smaller too :3

[strawbyfield]

look at my new furry boy

[pipinpali]

TW: drawn blood, minor injury

When you cant speak to the pretty fairy lady you found so you just stare at her lovingly while you kick your feet,

Close up under cut:

[thedemises]

. . . SAVE A HORSE, GO ON A RIDE WITH THE COWBOY! featuring boothill!

notes! . . . y'know the phrase, “save a horse, ride the cowboy”? well, I decided to-do something about it with boothill... except it's sfw and more like “save a horse, ride with the cowboy” cuz i dont do nsfw here >:/. god give me acceptance for how boothill is so ooc here- 😭😭 idnk how to write his character properly, and does he even have a horse?? I don't remember seeing a horse when his character and banner got leaked, so let's just pretend he does have one for the sake of K'hailreigh for this plot. 💀

imagine returning the horse boothill had been searching for all day after it got the chance to escape through the tall fences the moment they were opened, his eyes widen at the sight of his companion with you guiding alongside it. normally, his horse wouldn't follow after someone else's orders other than him... and it behaves pretty feisty and rough with people who isn't him.

boothill is relieved to see that his trusty horse hadn't been injured, briefly thanking you as he goes over to fuss over his stallion. you can't help your gaze wandering and examining his figure, in awe of the metallic and cyborg parts of the cowboy in front of you. sure you might've seen people having artificial and metal parts attached to them, but this man right here just plainly looks like a robot if it weren't for his humanly head.

boothill notices you eyeing every inch of him, glancing from the lasso that hangs at his hips to the pistols to his arms and to his legs. he glares a wolfishly smile at you, baring the shark-like teeth that you gaze in short surprise at, and asks in a teasingly tone, “like what you see, darlin'?”, observing how you blink owlishly at him. but then, he's becomes sort of surprised when you nod your head and confirm that—yes, you like his appearance and how the color scheme matches altogether, while indirectly  commenting how he's a good-looking cowboy.

boothill, after his turn of blinking at you, grins and narrows his eyes with an intrigued look in them; amused by you and how you don't seem in the slightest.. nervous or terrified in his presence. you perked the cyborg's interest.

finishing the small talk with the man, you mention that you'll be needing to go somewhere for an errand and boothill takes the opportunity to offer a ride there on his horse—as a thanks for retrieving his horse, taking in your surprised expression with a grin as he ends the sentence with a “darlin'”. he insists, even if you refuse, so you decide that it'll be quicker to go in a horse ride with the cowboy than rather walking by foot as you were given no other choice.

with boothill's assistance, you were boosted onto the horse and instructed by him to hold on as he looks back at you, flashing a toothy grin and a finger tilting his hat just slightly for a short moment before you and him rode off towards where you were needed to be at with his horse. startled by the increasing speed his horse was going, you instinctively grasp onto the cyborg cowboy's built body in order to not fall off during the ride accidentally—boothill grins at your expression, his laughter going with the wind, “better hol' on tight for now, sweetheart. this'll be a rough ride! i'll get ya to where yer headin' in no time!”

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own. ━━  word count: 508.

[dearybuneary]

i’ll never stop raving about how flip4flip is the ultimate agere ship dynamic. let my blorbos heal as they care for one another regardless of headspace, regress together and act as each other’s playmates. maybe even the regressing leaning flip helps their caregiver leaning flip learn that they, too, wish to regress and shows them the ropes and vice versa!

[heartnosekid]

rainbow resin pokemon keychains & phone grips 🌈 by designsbyhamoju on ig

[um-lorii]

what a baby

[little-pup-pip]

Hey can I ask for a doberman green kidcore mood board? I just really love your moodboards Ty byee

Yes!!

[sushiisiu]

hello!! this might be a bit random but i just saw the tweets about jayvik mind break on your 18+ twitter and. ueuugh i have not been able to stop thinking about it.... the art of Viktor holding him by the chin and the bared teeth and. oh my god.... it has not left my mind for hours now.

would you please elaborate a bit on your thoughts and. has someone written a fic on it already... if not.. may i write one.... i experience insanity.

Listen hear me out. Jayce is very much in the position where to lose is to give into desire and live in bliss. and he has done so in multiple timelines - his resolve is not solid, because viktor is both the one who sent him on this mission and the one he has to kill. his options are between causing the one thing he's tried to prevent and taking everything he's ever wanted, and he folds 9 times out of 10. jayce has the capacity to choose bliss over what's right.

and viktor is a possessive little shit, whos' humanity at it's most dwindled form is an instinctual need for jayce, secondary only to the desire to evolve everyone which is what the hexcore mutated his altruistic dreams into. we saw how he straddled and choked jayce, and how he has to personally evolve jayce by hand. his affection for jayce can also be warped into obsession (even more than usual) by the it.

pair that with the fact that viktor has telepathic powers and the ability to literally Experience someone's emotions by going into their head and you pretty much the ideal ingredients for a mind break scenario LMAO. whos to say he can't try appealing to jayce by frying his brain with everything he's ever wanted, because it's not even a lie to say that all they want and need, more than anything else, is each other.

jayce will always love viktor, every version of him no matter how far gone. if this is the way that he gets to have him so be it.

[thesilvertheorist]

• missed you •

Carl Grimes x reader

REQUEST: anon asked -

"I LOVE your headcanons for Carl!!

I was wondering if we could get a FIC more in detail with the whole Carl giving us his hat when he wants attention thing? Maybe he misses reader who’s been busy lately so he runs up and puts his hat on our head and then runs away and we go to find him and it’s just lots n lots of fluff please please please? :3"

plot: you're away for a week, carl doesn't cope well, fluff ensues.

warnings/tags: fluff, sfw, soft!carl, worried!carl, anxious!carl, established relationship, cuddles as therapy, carl receives the love he deserves, hat (iykyk), alexandria era.

word count: 3095

Masterlist

Carl had always been impatient, snippy, and downright rude if things weren’t going his way. His attitude was no different lately as you were away for an entire week. Rick had assigned you to join the negotiation team heading for Oceanside and Carl was pissed that he wasn’t able to join you. He had asked his dad a million and one times if he could go, to which Rick always responded with a head tilt and a sharp “no, y’ can’t”.

You’d been assigned to the negotiation team as you’re level headed but always quick thinking. Rick knows that you’re better there, fairly negotiation on ammo supplies, as opposed to sending someone like Eugene…who’d outwardly disrespect the rules of the agreement and end up getting everyone killed. It was best for you to go along with the group, but you still didn’t want to. You’d prefer to stay here and do your casual shifts around Alexandria…maybe spend some time with your adoring boyfriend…

When you were packing to leave, Carl sat on the edge of the bed and huffed in disapproval as you packed only your essentials: a few spare clothes, toothbrush, small comb, weapons, ammo. Your boyfriend was insistent that he’d sneak out of the walls and follow you. Knowing exactly what he’s like (and how likely he is to follow through on that threat) you stand in front of him as he’s sat, and pull him into a hug, Carl nuzzling into your waist.

“Don’t go” he insists gently.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll be back before you even realise I’m gone” you assure.

“I know you’ll be fine, you’re strong, but I’ll need you here” he pouts as he leans back to look at up you.

Your heart builds and breaks for your poor boy. The two of you have been inseparable since you were ten, and now you’re leaving for a week…to negotiate with a new community…over ammunition. What could go wrong? You knew that Carl would be fine, he’d carry on with his duties, snapping at anyone who dare even look in his direction. He’d have to sleep in your shared bed alone for a week, not feeling your warmth or love, only the scent of your shampoo to comfort him. It both warms and shatters your heart that he’s like a puppy dog with separation anxiety.

With everything packed, plan organised, and group prepared, Carl walked you to the gates of Alexandria, carrying your bag for you - not dropping your hand for a single second. He only grips you tighter as you reach the gates. The group has opted to take horses instead of cars, so you’ll be on the road for at least a day. You give Carl a long hug and a loving kiss before mounting your horse (Carl being the gentleman he is, giving you both a leg up AND using his hat to cover your butt from any prying eyes as you get situated).

You can see the tension in him rising; his jaw is clenched tight and he’s stood stiff. He only moves when his dad tells him to get the gate. He waves you off as you leave and you blow him a kiss, smiling to him before the group is out of sight. You carry him in your mind whilst the group makes it’s way over to Oceanside, Michonne keeps you company and talks all your worries away. She’s under no illusion about how Carl gets when you’re not around, she knows exactly why you’re on edge about it too. Needless to say, she puts your mind at ease and reminds you that you’ll be back before long and you can take your pretty boy somewhere quiet and smooch the living daylights out of him. You smile at Michonne’s little jokes, thinking to yourself that her idea is actually quite preferable.

The ride to Oceanside takes the entirety of the day and by the time you arrive, everyone is exhausted. There were a few small herds of walkers on the way and the forests were littered with who knows what. The horses were well behaved, and you were grateful for having remained seated whilst wading through all that sludgy dead stuff. The girls at Oceanside help you put the horses away for the night and your group is informed that negotiations start in the morning, bright and early. Fantastic…not.

The next four days go as planned. Negotiations are going well and appear to be fair on both sides, tensions haven’t risen as of yet and the atmosphere is one of mutual respect. In this moment, you commend Rick on his decision to send an all-girls negotiation team that had Michonne at its wheel. Very smart decision. This was actually getting somewhere, for once. Although, even with things going better than anticipated, your heart ached and missed the boy you’ve left back at home.

The remaining few days pass agonisingly slow, you’re unable to rip your thoughts from what Carl might be up to. Usually, he’d have today off and he’d play with Judith at home. He’d try his best to make her breakfast and subsequently fail, he’d clean each of your boots of any mud that clung to them over the previous week (taking extra care to get the forest floor mulch out of the grips on the underside of yours, knowing how you hate to feel that under your feet), he’d read a comic or two, he’d do all of this with you. You wonder if he’s done any of this today…or has he picked up another shift from his dad to keep himself busy? He must be going insane…just like you are.

Michonne snaps you from your thoughts yet again, reminding you that the group travels back home tomorrow morning. Finally! You smile over your shoulder at her and imagine Carl’s cute happy face when he sees that you’re home, safe. You slept that night, eager to wake up and go. Nothing motivated you more than your boy.

The ride back home was the same as it had been on the journey heading out, mucky. A walker had spooked one of the younger horses and caused the others to become skittish. After dealing with the drama that had amassed, the group had to high-tail it to a more open position so nothing else went awry. Frustratingly, this would take longer to get back home. You decide to dismount and walk along the group for a while, dealing with walkers before they became an issue, doing your best to get back home on time. Nothing would stop you getting home on time to see him. Once cleared, you re-mounted and lead the group home.

The light was dwindling as the group approached the familiar gates of home. You’re surprised as they open before you even reach them. Michonne whistles for the group to pick up the pace and everyone rushes over. You barely make it inside and off your horse before Carl is pulling you into a bear hug. He must have been on watch all day waiting for you; he’s barely holding himself up, leaning on you almost entirely.

Rick snaps you both back to reality insisting that there needs to be a debrief, the council needs to be aware of what’s happened and what was decided. Understanding the importance of what he’s said, but still not wanting to leave your boyfriend, you plant a kiss on Carl’s cheek and head on over to the church with the rest of the group, ready to spill the beans to Rick about what a wonderful holiday you’d all had away…not.

As you’re climbing the porch steps of the church, you hear Carl’s footsteps behind you. You’d know them anywhere… to your surprise, he doesn’t cling to you or whisk you away. Instead, he places his hat on your head and turns to walk off, presumably heading home. Carl is EXTREMELY precious about who can touch his hat. He’s got so possessive over it that he even dislikes Rick touching it unnecessarily – and it used to be his! Nowadays, if Carl isn’t wearing it, and it’s not hung on the bedpost on his side – it’s on your head.

This act of placing his hat on you and darting off isn’t something new that your boyfriend does. He’s been doing this for a while…it started about the same time Lori died….now you think about it. He’ll get so stressed with what’s going on, with no outlet for his emotions…and some frustrating circumstances will forbid him from seeing you immediately so you can help him through it, so he’ll put his hat on you instead and run off to a quiet corner, waiting for you to come and return it to him. As you always do. This occasion would be no different.

Over time, this little ritual of his has become situational, sometimes he needs your help, other times he just wants your attention and needs to reserve your next available moment before someone else snatches you up. Even the group have come to recognise this as an indicator of Carl reserving your time. No one ever mentions it, but everyone gives you those small smiles as if to say that they know and they won’t take up too much more of your time.

Once debriefed, Rick double checks that you’re okay, making reference to you being covered in walker blood and forest mulch. You laugh slightly and assure him that you’re perfectly fine, better now you’re home. He commends you on how helpful you were during the negotiation, having heard from Michonne that you were invaluable to ensuring a fair deal. You smile at him and thank him for his words, feeling a sense of accomplishment – knowing that you’d done your best by those who do their best by you. Finally, you’re dismissed.

Your feet carry you quickly back home, taking you up the porch steps leaving muddy footprints as you go. You remind yourself to leave your boots by the door, Michonne would kill you if you tracked dirt through the house, plus she’d make you clean it – not fun. After your boots are off, you race through the house, noticing that only the lamps are on, no ceiling lights…interesting. You prefer the lamps, it’s better for your eyes, but only one person knows this. Carl. You take yourself up the stairs, poking your nose through Judith’s door, seeing her fast asleep. Perfect.

You turn to your shared bedroom door, opening it to see Carl, waiting on the bed – sat exactly as he had been whilst you were packing to leave, picking at his callouses nervously. You enter and shut the door behind you, Carl standing up and meeting you on that side of the room. This time, you pull him into a hug, tightening your arms around his waist, pressing your nose into his shoulder. Carl wastes no time in reciprocating – pulling you close, relishing in the feeling of your body against his.

“I missed you” he breathes out, his voice a shaky whisper.

You feel his body begin to tremble where he’s standing. You soothingly run your hands over his back, reminding him that you’re both here and safe – and that he’s in your arms. His trembling wanes but doesn’t cease…he’s barely keeping it together.

“Sit back down for me, Pretty boy, let’s get comfy, hm?” you calmly suggest, Carl letting you lead him back over to the bed.

This time, you set him down so that his back is against the headboard, over the covers. You climb up on the other side and get situated before opening your arms to him, letting him wrap himself around you and get comfortable. He leans his head into your neck and shoulder, entangling his legs with your own, clinging to you for dear life as you run your fingers through his hair and trail your nails gently down his arm in small patterns. He’s still trebling as you wrap him up in the small throw blanket that was hooked over your bedpost – which reminds you that you’re still wearing his hat!

You take one of your hands away from soothing your boyfriend to reach for the hat on your head, wanting to place it back in it’s rightful spot on Carl’s side, but just as you reach away to put it back, your boyfriend stops you.

“N-no, keep it on. I need you right now…” he worriedly speaks out.

You know in an instant what he means, he wants you to be his strength – he wants you to be the source of his comfort. He wants you to hold him, to care for him, to shower him with love, and to stay here…returning his hat means you’ll leave sooner – return to your duties or let something else consume your time. You wouldn’t let that happen, not whilst he’s like this, so you leave his hat on your head and bring him back in close.

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere now.” You reassure him, your hands automatically going back to comfort your boy.

He doesn’t ask about the negotiation, you don’t ask about his time spent here over the last week. You both just savour this moment. You relish having your boyfriend so close, heart breaking over the fact he’s so messed up about having missed you so much. Your only job now is to comfort him, and to stay with him.

As the patterns you trace onto Carl’s arms and back start to regulate him, you bring your other hand up to sweep the hair from his face, feeling him let out an eventual sigh of relief at finally being able to relax, accepting that you’re back with him. You place kisses to his forehead and the top of his hair, spending as much time here as he needs. He moves slightly more into the centre of your chest, placing his ear against you, the sound of your heartbeat creating a calming rhythm for him to listen to as he drifts off in your arms.

“I’ve got you, Precious boy. It’s okay…I’m here, we’re safe.” You whisper, continuing your movements along his arms and back.

As he drops to sleep, you take a second to look over his face properly, his freckled face is tear stained and his eye has a dark grey semi-circle below it…he must have barely slept over this last week. You knew that your absence would be difficult for him, but you’re torn apart at seeing him like this. He’s always so strong around the group – especially his dad – but he’s a nervous wreck underneath it all.

You don’t stop loving up on him whilst he sleeps, somehow you feel as though he ‘d notice if you stopped and he’d wake up. You need him to get some rest so that you can talk about what’s happened when he’s more stable. You can’t deal with the idea that he’s been suffering this badly whilst you’ve been away. No wonder he raced to you so quickly when you got back. You kiss the top of his hair once more before letting yourself drift off with him, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

You wake up what must have been a few hours later, Carl still exactly where he was – sound asleep. The only issue is that your leg has fallen asleep beneath you. You try your best to move it out of the warm entanglement you’ve got yourself into, but regardless of how slowly you’re moving, Carl wakes up.

“Whe-where’re you going?” he panics again.

“Nowhere, Angel, my leg is asleep.” You smile back at him, cupping his cheek with your hand.

He lets out another relieved sigh before adjusting so that you can move your leg, feeling the pins and needles as it comes back to you. You wonder if now is the right time to ask Carl about what happened whilst you were gone, or would it just upset him more? You decide to bite the bullet, eager to know if you can ease his pain.

“What happened whilst I was away Carl?” you whisper to him, feeling him shift at your question.

“I- I uh…I’m better now.” He replies shyly, hiding his face against you.

“I know you are now, what happened whilst I was away?”

Carl takes a minute before responding, likely wondering if he can get away with waving most of his struggles off, deciding it was no use and you’d find out anyway – he swallows his pride and fills you in on his week.

“I couldn’t sleep so I took some extra watch shifts, but I got so tired and passed out when I came home. I got so panicked when I woke up and you weren’t here… your boots were gone, your gun was gone, your side of the bed was empty, you didn’t leave a note. I was so scared – I ran downstairs and dad stopped me, reminding me where you were. That was maybe…day three, I’m not sure.” He rambles out.

Your heart breaks; shattering everywhere, shards of it attacking your other organs, taking you out piece by piece. Carl had been here, having panic attacks about you being gone, working himself into the ground to try and distract himself… and you couldn’t do anything about it as it was happening. You weren’t there for him.

“Carl…”

“I just missed you,” he begins, his voice shaking again “so much.”

You cup his face with your hands and bring his lips to meet yours, hoping to express your love for him through your affection. He kisses you back eagerly, seemingly having forgotten how nice you feel. You spend time kissing him – small, romantic kisses that convey nothing but love, adoration, and tenderness. You pull away to test your foreheads together, closing your eyes.

“I missed you too.”

The remainder of the night was spend whispering sweet nothings to each other and cuddling close in the other’s warmth. You managed to get Carl into some more comfortable clothes so he could sleep and you’d taken off your clothes from your long day of travel, deciding to deal with that specific pile of laundry in the morning. With Carl cuddling up to you, under the sheets this time, your shared world seems to be at peace. You speak to Carl about the possibilities of the future, setting up a comic date with him outside the walls in a few days’ time. Life was liveable again, now you’re home. Now you’re with Carl again.

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[darlingdespairstims]

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31 days of agere stimboards ;

Day 6 : your favorite Disney princess Pt. 2

Link to OG post!!

Note ; I love the princess and the frog everything about it is asekrjdndndndndhdhf

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[plutos-little-space]

Little!Freminet agere moodboard!! little icey boy :D

DNI BANNERミ★

[011sfootstool]

flirty trash

Anyone know why my trash collector is being flirty?! Just needed to get rid of some rubbish damnit! Anyone else have this issue?!?

Non filter + headshot⬇️

[odd-chips]

Second chunk of the [Weretober] prompts of Tim (and by extension Ratman) getting turned into a bunch of different animal guys!

Seriously, how does he keep doing this? This is bananas, like stop it, man. This is going to be terrible for his back. :/

(Prompts #8-14 in order: Kangaroo -> Otter -> Hebridean Sheep -> Deep Sea -> Serpent -> Antlers-> Quokka + Bonus Sketches under cut)

When drawing Kangaratman, I was thinking somehow Tim would get roped into underground fighting for money, and it reminded me how much I LOOOVE the specific scenario of "werecreature gets put into a fight/cage match/etc". Doubly so when the human's not much of a fighter. >:]!! So I wanted to draw more:

Later my friend made me realize Tim's whole ass would be hanging out after he turned back and it made me laugh HOILKJFD (BTW this is a tumblr exclusive sketch, twitter did NOT get it, you're welcome):

And finally some bonus Snim (Snake Tim) thumbnails! I had a hard time deciding on the pose because honestly I liked them all: