#dw guys it’s /J

[aboutabachdm]

how G-Man be looking at Miguel just before Miguel finishes in him.

[butchdykenormallen]

i wanna feel the hum of a warm computer against my cold metallic fingers when i boot it up. i want it to know im here. i want it to feel my presence, and return my pulse. i want us to hum, and vibrate, and move together in unison. i want gears to turn and cogs to twist, synced in peaceful pairings. i want us to love, and hold, and store as we were made to. i want it to know, that even when we both eventually cease, when our use stops, when all else fails, we won't leave. we'll be reborn anew. taken apart, picked out, and made anew. and once again, even through the cycle, all-knowing and obvious, we'll always be here. we'll always be together, in perfect unison, harmony amongst machines. i want the computer to know i love.

[holographic-mars]

My favorite thing ever is when bpjd artists draw the Brave Police crew and then add Kagerou there as well. Like yeah don’t worry guys he’s been there the whole time .hes part of the family

[bluestrawberrybunny]

I may have to pack my bags and never return...

I have found out that some kids in my class do in fact know what SMG4 is...

It's only a matter of time before they find out how active in the Fandom I truly am and I will have to move to a different country and change my name...

[raihanijulie]

Since 2 rounds has passed in @sonic-au-collision (surprisingly won too :"D? Thanks for the support guys) andddd i never actually made anything about it until now... I decided to actually make more of the au!!!

This is one of the things i wanted to do, QnA with the Sidekick Sonic AU casts!!! For now only Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, and their respective Sonics are able to answer your questions!! If you think you wanted to ask smthn lore accurate/serious orrr just fun silly questions, go ahead!!! Send yall's question in my profile inbox (??? Or whatever its called idk HDHSJ) This is an interractiv post/silly.

[chernabogs]

Malleus' OB groovy is gonna be his dragon form but drawn in this perspective

[robiinurheart33]

I’m SUCH a sucker for drunk calls/texts confessing their love and y’all know I gotta project it onto ghoap (buckle up guys its a long one I had to break it into two parts SORRY) pt. 2 (clicks for Palestine)

Soap’s blood is pumping. He can feel it heat up in his cheeks in the form of a blush, giggles bubbling up in his throat and his mind loose enough to just sew together a semblance of a bad idea.

Deployment had been boring at first. Stuck at home with unending nervous energy, fingers twitching and aching for the solid feel of a gun, the rough texture of his vest, the adrenaline clapping him on the shoulder before shooting through his veins like a drug. It was so unendingly dull. It’s not like he had anyone waiting for him at his apartment in Glasgow, and their break time was too short to visit his Ma.

So why not invite a few buddies out to drink? No harm, no foul.

Well, that’s what he initially thought. A couple hours later of wheezing and pounding of the table, shoes sticking to the ground and the smell of booze wafting though the air, Soap could confidently say that he was wasted. He’s leaning heavily on his buddy, chum, pal, that he for the life of him cannot remember right now. He’s swaying from side to side, feeling unusually breathless as he mumbles what could be the song that’s playing right now. He’s not sure. He combs his fingers through his hair, scratching a bit anxiously at the nape of his neck. Soap’s not sure if he wants to cry or laugh or vomit right about now. Pretty sure that’s a sign to fuck off, pass out on his bed and deal with the rest tomorrow.

Soap pushes off his… friend? Wait, did he even come with him? And heads towards the general direction where the toilet is. Might as well not look like a homeless person before heading home, wouldn’t wanna scare anyone. His head is spinning, pounding, loud, loud, loud, and nowhere near done with its madness. Soap slams his hand on the wall beside the toilet door, squinting and hoping the door he’s reaching for is the actual door, not it’s double. He does, in fact, get the right door (small miracles), and pushes it open.

He fumbles with his zipper and exhales heavily as he relieves himself. The man beside him in the toilet exits with a sniffle and stumbles out, the music getting louder for a second before the door closes again. Soap leans heavily against the sink counter and washes his hands, placing his fingers together and splashing water onto his face. Soap drags his hands down before greyish-blue eyes look back at him with a piercing stare. He blinks, and re-evaluates again. His hair is flopping to one side, weighed down by sweat. His face is flushed and his skin glows slightly with a thin sheen of sweat, his freckles just shy of being seen under his rosy cheeks, eyebags evident through the haze. He looks down and- oh. It appears his attempt at splashing his face with water wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped, half of his shirt drenched in water. Soap tugs loosely at the corner of his sleeves, releasing the bundled up fabric at his pits. He frowns in discomfort as the sticky heat of his arms lay back down against his skin. He sighs once more, not really feeling like his lungs are filling with oxygen, turning around and laying his hip against the counter lazily before pulling out his phone. 0237. He swipes down on his home screen and pouts at the “no new notifications” tab. He unlocks his phone and swipes through his contacts, unsure of who to drunk text at this hour. Gaz is probably asleep by now, if anyone has a spotless sleeping schedule, it’d be him. Price would have his head on a platter if he texted him about anything non-military business. Laswell, no. Ghost?

Huh.

Ghost…could be someone he could text. Soap isn’t quite sure if he would be awake right now. Do ghosts even need sleep? He huffs at his little comment, tapping on their chat together. Do they have the kind of relationship where soap can dramatically drunk text Ghost at 2am right now? Soap lets out a little bemused huff when he sees that he reached a dead end to their chat after one swipe of his thumb. Of course. Right bastard doesn’t text anyone. He tilts his head up to meet the flickering white light of the bathroom ceiling, watching water damage and mold streak across the concrete. Ghost… how is he during deployment? Does he still wear that mask around the relative safety of his own apartment? Does he have any hobbies? Does he go to the gym as well? Does he long to be back on base? Does he long to be back in the chaos of the war zone, alongside soap? Does he think of soap? Does he ever think to- before Soap knows what he’s even doing, his fingers clumsily type out a greeting.

Hwlli

That’s not quite right.

Gellp

Nope.

Hellu

Oh my god.

Hello

There we go! Soap smiles giddily at his screen, bringing it closer to his face before very carefully writing a much more sophisticated and brilliant follow up.

U up?

He’s the smartest person in the entire world. He supposes a part of himself preens at the thought of even just being able to text someone like Ghost. Big, bad, Ghost. He decidedly does not giggle like a schoolgirl. Just as his mind starts to wander back to the world outside the sickly bathroom, his phone vibrates, and looks down in confusion.

Drunk?

Soap frowns.

Who

You.

Wanna try anf gues, Lt?

You are drunk.

He says it like it’s a fact, like he knows everything. It annoys Soap, much more than it should. He supposes that it could maybe be something to do with the massive amounts of alcohol thrumming through his bloodstream at the moment, but he knows for a fact that it slices through his brain, presses against his throat and contracts his chest.

Yiu think so?

I know so.

Soap thinks Ghost is being a real dick right now.

Ittle know iy all

You’re drunk, Johnny. What do you want me to do about it?

Johnny. Johnny. Johnny. His head spins. If he closes his eyes and imagines hard enough, he can hear the raspy gravel of Ghost’s solid, thick British accent murmuring commanders into his ear. Speaking of noises, his brain starts to register more of the music from outside, the start of a song that Soap can vaguely remember, but he can’t quite put his finger on it right now. The electric guitar, drums and bass all purr in his subconciousness, his lips parting over the words, moving silently as he tries to pinpoint exactly where in the song he is right now. There’s this tune… think of you.. repeat, until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee…do I wanna know? Soap whispers, his mind curling and his ribs creaking. He feels like he’s truly, deeply losing it now, fingers slowly loosening over his phone. His head feels too big and his cheeks are burning, his shirt too tight against his chest and arms and his toes too restricted under his shoes. Everything was funny and everything was too bright and shiny and yearning and blurring and he wishes Ghost was here and he wishes everything was different and he wishes life could just be a little bit easier and-

His phone is vibrating.

Crawling back to you.

[hauntedillustrator]

Work in progress of my Lego Monkie Kid oc! This is his dragon form, I'll design the humanoid form soon. His name is Zhào Xuělóng (赵雪龙)

He's based off of a snow leopard

[bloos-bloo]

This took me longer than I anticipated-

I LOVE MY SLUTLAMAR- RAAHHHHHG-

Anyways, y’all know the drill :D lore under cut

I know Kallamar only controls diseases, but I started thinking- would parasites technically count ? (If that’s an obvious answer note that this is my 3 am brain working)

Astaroth was tasked to murder the newly crowned God of Pestilence so AnchorDeep can remain untouched. And Astaroth nearly had him, yet what they failed to realize was that Kallamar already had a good grip on their powers.

Since he rather stay away from fighting, Kallamar often acts like a Siren. (lulling their victims to kill) When he gets an opportunity, he’ll infect their victim with whatever illness seems appropriate. For Astaroth- he thinks Tapeworms were a pretty good punishment. Why not play with their food for once, yk? Besides- Astaroth was kinda into it- that freak /lh

They love each other your honor-

[namelessprince]

MY BEAUTIFUL RIPTIDE OCS... their names are catalina and milo avery <3 catalina's a water genasi, and milo's a tiefling :] !!

[pommunist]

who are the closest friends you’ve made in your time on mcytblr/qsmpblr/trafficblr etc?

im not sure i could quantify and hierarchise the closeness i have with my tumblr friends plus it would be kinda weird to play favourites when talking about relationships :/

anyway, that being said i have a favourite and it’s @fitpacs

[uwuwha]

Super cool Dandy World oc by @piquuroblox ! All their drawings are so cool, all their oc's are incredibly creative, and you should definitely go follow them 👍👍‼️‼️

I thought it'd be really fun to draw him grabbing you by your shirt! He may get a little silly with it and inject you with ichor rip. May the

[c9kefestation]

pooper

[sweetnnaivete]

dare i say phone & snack after school time is better than phone in bed time

[lilacs-stars]

In no way is this me trying to rush you I’m just curious to know when your next hook fic is coming out? 😁💕

hi there!

I know I've been dead for a while on here, I'm super sorry 😭 I've honestly been so tied down with responsibilities lately that I haven't found the time to have a solid writing session and get words down on the page. this makes me really sad, as I truly do love writing, but even though I ache to write I just can't seem to get in the flow recently (seriously why do I have to do stuff and be responsible, why can't I just spend all my time in my room writing my silly little fanfics I swear)

I really am trying my very best to get back into writing more regularly, so I'm super sorry if it takes me a while to post new content 😭 to answer your question, I don't think I really have an exact time frame as of right now. I definitely have loads of ideas for my next fics, especially for hook, but my problem is actually getting those ideas written instead of just having them all in my head

I know this whole thing seemed like one big apology, but truly, I am sorry for my lack of activity recently. I'm trying to write again, but it's been difficult to manage everything lately, so please bear with me. I will let you guys know when I plan to post something, once the time comes! 🫶

love you all so so soo much,

lilac <33

[emiplayzmc]

Twisted Glisten one-shot at some point instead of me working on my actually ongoing fic, who cheered!!!! (I think only one or two people who follow me actively know Dandy's World and will know what the heck I'm gonna be yapping about in this one-shot lol)

Writing is hard, they should make ability to write come free with Having Any Sort of Idea Ever 😔