#dunno where this one came from

[paper-mario-wiki]

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[radiance1]

Making another for the Interdimensional Mini Occult Detective au.

Tucker is very, very, very stunned by this new dimension. After he managed to settle himself down enough for him to actually start looking into this place, he realized that it is vastly different from that of his own.

There was heroes and villains, people called 'metas' that had powers that others don't, magic is just plain out in the open instead of hidden on the downlow and there's genuine aliens that both reside on and have tried to take over this planet.

This is, well out of his normal experiences, he would admit. Even with knowing Danny and being involved with ghost hunting when he was younger.

He questioned how that government branch managed to do what they did, and if they were a genuine government branch at all and didn't just, you know, mess with his own governments heads to make them one.

Safe to say, there is a lot he doesn't know about, and not knowing is something he doesn't like. Because facing an entire magical branch on his lonesome, knowledge and technology was the only way he could even the playing field somewhat between them.

But now, not only was his knowledge put into question, but his only other weapon has been reduced to-which certainly useful- a single arm bracer. Which is painfully lacking when compared to his usual arsenal that he equipped himself with.

Okay, this, this is fine.

Everything was fine.

He just had to gather information like he did before, but he doesn't have access to his various spybots, but it's fine he could just remake them.

But he doesn't have the materials to do so.

...

He regrets a lot of things.

Facing the magical branch alone wasn't one of them, but various mistakes surrounding them did he regret. People he failed to save, experiments he was too late to stop, magical artifacts he failed to get before them, failing to know regarding them and putting others in danger because of not knowing.

His biggest regret, as of right now, is that he couldn't have even left behind a note for his best friends. Or at least a video recording, he didn't even get to say goodbye.

Would he even get to see them again...?

...

Alright, that's enough of that. He's the Tucker Foley, one of the best detectives regarding the occult and the regular enemy to and a threat to the magical branch. He doesn't have time to just sit around and think depressing thoughts.

Who cares if he's been stranded in another dimension? He can just force his way back to his own! Who cares if he's a child? He's done a lot of things as a kid, and he sure as hell wasn't stopping now just because he's goddamn 10-years-old.

He made himself their enemy, and he'll keep being their enemy until he sees them extinguished.

Now that that's out of the way.

He hacked into a nearby source for wifi, and took to the wide web. First order of business, information gathering.

He needs to know and by the Ancient's sake he will.

[some-pers0n]

An odd Medic headcanon I have is that, despite being a very touchy-feely person (especially during surgery), he's very much against physical contact when others do it without any warning. Yeah, he'll wrap his arm around you and caress your face whilst sewing a sandworm colon around your spinal cord, but if you come at him from behind and put your hand on his shoulder, his immediate gut reaction would be to suplex you WWE style.

[funkinmadnesss]

Sillay kitty <3

[blujayonthewing]

do you guys wanna see something devastatingly unsurprising

early video game crush

[front-facing-pokemon]

[thedrotter]

(cw for a gun, mild blood and suicide in the last drawing.)

Day 1-5 of drawing Re:Kinder daily for a whole month! I'll be doing that all month. ☺️

I did not draw Re:Kinder enough (said both sarcastically and genuinely, because while I know the statement is ridiculous I also do believe it www), so I chose to challenge myself. I will post these every 5 days to not clog the tag too much.

[keeps-ache]

in a cafe rn. this place is nice :>

[rimouskis]

sigh someone on twitter extolled the virtues of furiosa and said it was better than fury road. I just saw furiosa. they are wrong.

[guhroovi]

Honestly not that spicy of a piece but would rather publish it fully on ao3. You can find it here. ٩( ᐛ )و

[somegrumpynerd]

Me all day long: hm I kinda wanna draw something but I can't decide what, I have a bunch of stuff I should work on but which one, hm how to decide

Me at 1am: Nightmare and his boys as red riding hood characters speedrun any%

[tigerdrachin]

"god works in mysterious ways"

yeah

so do drunk people

[nightacquainted]

Fan video for the episode "Arabesque" from the 80s TV show Beauty and the Beast

[mushiewrites]

Trick or Treat

Day 18 of the Tickletober prompts from this post! This one was fun, I kind of connected the haunted house theme from the previous halloween ficlet to this one, so I hope it makes sense! Thank you @kasey-writes-stuff for your patients with all of these! Also, it's George's birthday today, and he deserves all the tickles anyway 🥰

Day 18: Chase

(lee!George / ler!Sapnap : 900 words)

“When Sapnap said he wanted to decorate, I didn’t think he’d build a fucking haunted house in the backyard.” Dream whined from beside George, pulling his hoodie strings tight to block out the cold October wind. The brunette let out a chuckle from beside him as they made their way towards the makeshift how Dream had commissioned someone to build for them. What he didn’t expect was for Sapnap to insist both the older boys make their way through it, knowing damn well that Dream was a scaredy cat.

George began climbing the two steps that lead them onto the small wooden porch, an actor sitting menacingly on a rocking chair with a creepy doll, just watching them. He let out a cackle as the woman screamed, causing Dream to almost fall backwards off the wooden steps. George grabbed his arm and pulled them quickly into the first room of the haunted house.

“George…do we really have to?” he heard the blonde quietly mumble from behind him, feeling the taller boy gripping onto the back of his sweatshirt like his life depended on it. The elder rolled his eyes with a giggle, reaching back to hold Dream’s free hand to provide him with more comfort. 

“It’ll be okay, Dream, don’t worry about it.” He turned his focus back to the hallway that stood before them, looking around the entry room they were currently in. George took notice of how dark it was, and how many props were scattered across the floor and walls. There were tables everywhere, almost looking as if it were a hospital room. There were two actors in the corner of the room making weird gurgling noises dressed as nurses, staring blankly at the two. George felt Dream push on his back when the nurses started to step forward, and he complied with a squeaky giggle as they rushed into the hallway. 

Dream hastily pushed George through each room, each time quicker than the last. They had visited a haunted ghost room, a butcher’s kitchen, and finally they were onto the last room - the clown room. They had weaved through the circus themed room, Dream sprinting ahead while shrieking when a clown holding a chainsaw came out from a jack-in-the-box prop. George doubled over in laughter as he watched Dream continue to run until he pushed through the exit doors to safety. He finally caught his breath and stood up to join him but was suddenly tripped by something gripping his ankle, making him fall forward onto the ground with a hard ‘thud’. 

“Wha-” George started as he went to turn over onto his back to see what had happened, but was cut off with his own squeals as he felt thumbs digging into the backs of his ribs. “Whahat the hehehell!” 

“Oops! Sorry George, thought you were Dream,” the squirming boy heard a very familiar voice from above him, calming him down slightly. “I was gonna try and scare the shit out of him, but it looks like chainsaw over there already did the job.”

“Ohohokay Sapnap, but whihihy are you stihihill ti-tihihickling me then?!” George whined out, beginning to kick the toes of his shoes against the wooden floors. He tried to reach around to grab at the younger boy’s hands, but this only allowed Sapnap to move his hands up, burying them under his arms. George shrieked at that, beginning to thrash from side to side as the fingers made their way towards the deepest part of his underarms, scratching in the hollows with as many fingers as Sapnap could. 

“Well I’m the tickle monster, silly! It’s halloween! I need to get my fill. You got the trick, now I get my treat.” Sapnap let out an evil laugh, digging his hands in even harder before moving them to squeeze up and down his ribs. He continued to laugh as the older boy squirmed more under him, letting out a cackle every time George bucked up hard enough for him to almost lose his balance.

“Nohoho plehehease! Plehehease don’t!” George was nearing hysterics, feeling Sapnap’s fingers vibrating between each and every rib, not missing a single bone on his way down to his sides. He felt Sapnap begin to knead into them, causing another round of squealing laughter to pour out of him as he continued to kick and slam his fists against the ground. 

“I wish I could Georgie! But I can’t, the tickle monster is hungry and he needs to eat,” Sapnap sat up briefly so he could turn George over onto his back. Before George could stop it, his shirt was yanked up to his chest, causing his skin to immediately turn pink as he blushed. “And you know what the best part is?” 

“...Whahat?” George tried to swallow his nervous laughter, but it was no use. The grin on Sapnap’s face set a million butterflies free in his stomach, making him continue to squirm against his own will.

“It’s a haunted house, George! So no matter how much you beg or scream, no one will bat an eye! They’ll think it’s all part of the party.” The brunette went to protest, eyes growing bigger as he realized Sapnap was right, but he was unable to argue as a scream erupted from his throat. He felt raspberry after raspberry against his stomach, followed up by horrendously ticklish nibbles. George swore he was going to die here in this haunted house; they’d probably use him as a halloween prop.

[bright-and-burning]

it definitely says something abt 10 year old me that i was obsessed w clove of all characters from the hunger games. “youngest and smallest of the career tributes, but seems to be the most intelligent” “very arrogant, sadistic, and strong” “loves throwing knives” like. aldhskdhakhdksjd ok.