#from aAAAAGES ago

[ellistruggle]

anyone remember my Sanders Sides Rooms Drawings? is it...Redraw Time?

Perchance.

[tsakmaster]

Seeing people hate on Zawe Ashton because she's with their imaginary boyfriend Tom Hiddleston or because they didn't like The Marvels is actually causing me psychic damage. That's VOD, you idiots. SHE'S A LEGEND.

[houkagokappa]

I watched Scott Pilgrim Takes Off last week (it was good!!!) and then I was reminded of Oddman 11, but instead of it mimicking the premise it feels like an alternative version from an alternative universe

[normcore-tertiary-character]

Every time I rewatch Bridgerton I hate Marina a little more

[peach-pot]

jacket my twin and his friends made for me!!!!!!! I am so obsessed with it you have no idea…

[byberbunk2069]

I'm headcanoning that Bennet becomes the new ruler of Dogtown and he creates a new title for himself, everybody now has to refer to him as Overdog

Jago packs his bags and gets the fuck outta Dogtown because he can't handle that level of cringe

[appliwater]

casually doing a tumblring when suddenly

whiplash

[OCs] pretty sketchy but i've been rotating how i'd rewrite/redesign them now..

[vgilantee]

YES. The answer is always yes we want to hear more about how many wrinkles your brain has. 👁👄👁

My own hc for trans!Soap is that he uses strap on most of the time and doesn't really enjoy being penetrated vaginally

so i have 2 versions of pricesoap x reader with trans soap but my current worms are for the reader and soap dating and price coming in after the fact.

price comes into the relationship cock first. cock first in that johnny asks his captain if he can have a dildo moulded like his cock because his bonnie lass said she just knows price is thick, and that johnny would be too if he was born with a cock. price’s only condition? he wants to see a video of johnny fucking his girl with price’s cock in the strap.

the video you send price is of johnny taking you from behind, back to his chest while he pulls you up with a hand on your throat, the camera clearly propped up on the bed by a pillow or a book. something unstable but the perfect angle to see your cunt stretched over the silicone.

“what do you say to the captain, hen?”

“thank you thank you oh fuck. so good so big ah ah!”

the video ends as johnny lets go of you and you collapse forward onto the phone. the last thing john hears is your pitched moan right into the shitty phone microphone

john sends back a photo of his lower stomach and thighs covered in his cum, hand still wrapped tight around his cock.

~✧

i had dialogue of johnny asking price for the dildo but i sent it to glossy @glossysoap aaaaages ago and we yap so much it’s been buried :(

[alllgator-blood]

Okay I promise my next post will be the angst comic part 4 but FIRST. THE ONE AND ONLY THING I SHIP

LITERALLY THE SECOND PERSON WHO GUESSED THE PAIRING GOT IT CORRECT??? THAT WAS FAST. This is a situation where I have to go "okay hear me out" because it makes 0 sense to anyone but me. This is really long and very dependent on my au comic nobody but me has read, but the TL;DR is:

I feel like they'd be a good pairing because shamura loves to learn but doesn't care about material goods, and mystic seller is used to all gods talking to them only BECAUSE they offer material goods. So when somebody actually wanted to know about *them* personally and what it's like to be a weird angel thing, the two established a bond. Also they're both agender and most likely asexual AND don't seem to be socially aware despite being ancient wise beings that know seemingly everything, so they understood each other like instantly.

I have a lot of sketches of them hanging out but here's a shitpost sketch thing I made AAAAAGES ago

Okay so from an in-game standpoint, mystic seller pops up to tell you how the post-game works with purgatory and all that, and introduces the purged bosses. Really ratau could've done that as the established Tutorial Guy, or even narinder but there IS the chance that you killed both of them (lol) so mystic seller is the unkillable, all-knowing angel that shows up to say "you suck at killing people. The bishops are trapped in purgatory, you know. You should probably do something about that".

But from like a CHARACTER standpoint what do they stand to gain? They're not even from your dimension so why should they care, they're just here for your god tears? From the dialogue about the bishops we can see that they don't really give a shit about any of them, EXCEPT! SHAMURA? Mystic seller doesn't feel emotions like "our kind" does but one of the only times they do, it's to say it's a shame what happened to shamura. They also say they didn't barter with them much, because they "needed little".

SO THAT HAD ME THINKING. My au comic (which is hundreds of sketched panels and the full thing will never see the light of day unless I post it unfinished. Eugh) is about shamura going around chronicling everything they witnessed during the time they were alive, and they notice everyone is like...selfish. Trying to be the last god standing. Really obsessed with trinkets and charms, so some of the gods just go around harvesting relics from the other gods and using their powers to survive a little longer. Shamura has visions of the future of siblings they don't know they have yet, so they try to be friendly with the rest of the pantheon to form a family and it always bites them in the ass, so they have to kill them.

Eventually they end up with all these fuckin god tears and they're thinking "what do I even do with these? Nobody wants them and everyone has them", and BOOM. MYSTIC SELLER JUMPSCARE. They do the whole introduction where they say they have loot in exchange for god tears, shamura just drops off the tears and is like "I don't care about trinkets, bye" and the seller is like. What Thy Fuck. Because every other god is pretty adamant on getting something good in exchange for the tears. So they call them back and ask if there's ANYTHING at all they want. And shamura, being the self-proclaimed wisdom god, just asks the seller to talk about themself for a while, who's just like okkaaayyy?? Nobody else ever asked what it's like to be a bizarre circle headed angelic creature that collects magical bits and pieces, but shamura LOVES to learn, and the two bonded that way. Shamura would bring the mystic seller god tears, the seller would tell them a story, they'd write it down to put in their archives and the conversations eventually got more personal when the stories started to run out. They both realized they don't understand how other people work, but they knew how *each other* worked so they could kinda learn how to function as normal people with each other's observations.

When I say I ship them I mostly mean like a QPP situation because I think they'd be good partners in the most autistic asexual way possible, where they don't make out sloppy style or outright say "I love you", but they have an understanding of one another that doesn't apply to anyone else really. They don't have to rely on conventional relationship stuff to know the other one cares deeply for them in the most nonverbal, oddly specific way possible. I know shamura's the smart one but I really feel like that extends to everything except understanding how people work, hence all the stuff that happened with narinder and the rest of the family. So finding someone else outside the pantheon who is quite literally inhuman, otherworldly, genderless and uninterested in Carnal Desire would definitely make them feel the closest thing to romantic love that they can. Also, since mystic seller lets the gods name them, shamura named them "sunshine" after hearing one of their followers singing that "you are my sunshine" song to the person they loved the most. I always liked how shamura has their little moon crown and the mystic seller is depicted as the sun in some of the art? They go together well is what I'm saying and I'm kinda surprised nobody has done anything of them yet.

I WILL SAY I have angst planned for them once I do the introductory comics, it has to do with how narinder's imprisonment happened literally right in front of where mystic seller sets up shop, so canonically it's safe to assume they watched shamura get lobotomized in real time :')

But for now...I must go back to kallamar angst cause I've been putting off posting this part. It gets very mentally ill very quickly so I needed to balance it out with fluff......

[ninyard]

jer/andrew for the WIP game 🫶

omg adler this is literally a wip from an ask you sent me aaaaages ago so. sneak peak? i guess? <3

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Jeremy Knox was not meant to be trusted.

Andrew would be lying if he said Neil hadn’t influenced the thought, a reminder of his own opinion, when he’d come back from California. No more tan than he’d left two days earlier, he’d interrupted a moment of silence to shake his head and say, “I don’t think that I trust Jeremy Knox.”

Though Neil’s distrust itself was not always a reliable source - the man who couldn’t warm up to Renee, of all people - for some reason, Andrew agreed with him here. The fact that he was from California certainly didn’t help, either, a state that came with an inherent sour taste for Andrew.

There were a million and one reasons why Jeremy could be trusted - his team spirit was nauseating, he was a friend of Kevin’s, he was never seen without that charming, stupid smile on his face. Jeremy Knox was the kind of guy who’d help ducklings cross the road, who’d run into a burning building to save a stranger. Jeremy Knox, the kind of man who would give claustrophobic hugs and toxically positive advice.

Andrew didn’t trust Jeremy Knox.

[a-veil-of-ignorance]

I CAN FINALLY POST THIS !!!!!

Sooooo I've made a Star trek picrew for your OC and avatar needs :)

I've made it so that you can play with multiple species (in total, human, klingon, cardassian, bajoran, ferengi, andorian, aenar, denobulan, vulcan, romulan, trill, orion, android, vorta and ocampa), mix and match things ! This is a beta release, so to speak, so it's not perfect, but I'm gonna add stuff to it in the future (especially backgrounds and outfits, I find it really lacking there but I have been working on this for SO LONG I couldn't add anything more rn)

Yeah like I just said this took me a whole month and a half to do, working on it on nearly all of my free time. And trust me, it was a chore. You don't know true pain if you haven't spent whole afternoons just exporting PNGs. So yeah I really hope people use this lol, don't hesitate to share !

You can use as an icon, edit and change the background if you want, just tag me where you use it :D (or just to show me what you made. I'd love to see your characters !)

Also feel free to suggest stuff to improve or add, I already have a few things planned for the next version but I'm open to ideas. Also tell me if anything doesn't work properly. Some parts can look jenky at first but most of them are movable so you should be able to make everything work. (fyi some parts are obviously not meant to work together, like half the haircuts and klingon ridges)

Have fun !

[marlynnofmany]

You know how you can't save images or gifs from Tumblr onto a computer? They won't drag? Turns out you can save them on mobile. I sure would have liked to discover that aaaaages ago.

[grab-my-digits-dude]

This was meant to be for @may-blade under the prompt: 20. Scars but I never did really finish it. I kind of got carried away with the sketches as I wanted to draw soft Tyka. I’m sure I read a fic aaaaages ago where they both bonded over the same scar across their chests from the Brooklyn battles but I could never find it again so I’m wondering if I just made it up in my head </3  Every scar tells a story and I’m sure they will never forget their battle with Brookyln!!

[topazshadowwolf]

Hello there, you! I have not failed to notice you going through my fics. And apparently, you didn't just stick to my Dadmare stuff, either, @chiyannad XD The Great and Wonderful Doctor W.D. Gaster and The Door?! I haven't updated it in aaaaages. Still, happy to see you enjoying my new and old works, so thanks for that.

Now, about Lyra. I am hesitant to say "OC" as an original character to me is a wholly original and not tied to a fandom. Lyra is a fan character designed to be part of the UTMV of at least HNBD. Though anyone is welcome to use her for their own creations.

Those stories you see her in are set in the future. Balance, or Lyra, will appear in HNBD, but she will be more of a side character who will play a big role... I needed someone to be a Balance/Order keeper. And I wanted someone who wasn't a Sans. So, I picked a Toriel and decided to repurpose a Toriel from an abandoned AU idea that came up years ago in Soriel Discord for her origins. In time, I will tell her story, but fewer readers are interested in her than in Dadmare, thus focusing on Dadmare.

After years of writing Soriel, I should have known that my brain would insist she should kiss a Sans. Over time, I accepted that I would be shipping her with someone. Past me thought if she were to fall for a Sans, it would be Dream. My brain did not get that memo, as she somehow fell for Nightmare. And... yeah... it will make sense when she finally starts playing her role in HNBD. That said, I still hold to no ships being in that fic. The most you will see is a budding friendship.

Anyway, her history will be part of a FuzzyNight fic, as she would only reveal it to anyone if she were in a close enough relationship. So, you gotta wait. I did write a start to that fic and referenced her home life..., but I will eventually put all my little FuzzyNight fics on AO3 so they are better organized.

As for a reference:

That first one is by me. The next two were commissioned from @tamagoneko and the last one was commissioned from @skeleplatypus

[i-mean-technically]

meant to finish this aaaaages ago for @them4ng0 based on their art here and here!

no warnings, just cute fluff uwu enjoy!

“This is going to be a wonderfully bad idea.”

“Nonsense, Megatron!” Optimist Prime said cheerfully. It was closing in on fall and the air was crisp. It was Megatron’s favorite season in this part of the continent. Optimus’ engine rumbled as he shifted gears, slowing down as he turned off the main road and Megatron followed. “The younglings deserve to have a treat, and the Terrans can’t share with Morgan and Robbie.”

“So you want to be the one to give newsparks candy?” Megatron asked, following above and behind the truck.

“Of course! Wheeljack made this batch specifically for them, I’m not not going to give it to them.”

“Then you get to deal with the hyped up fledgling and her equally tiring siblings.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad, have a little faith,” Optimus had to slow to a near crawl to go down the driveway of the Maltos and Megatron was once again thankful he was capable of flight as he watched Optimus’ chassis rattle and bounce. “They’re only younglings.”

“Famous last words,” Megatron muttered as the Malto farm came into view. He spotted Twitch’s excited waving before he heard Mo’s scream of joy.

“Mister Optimus!”

Megatron had manners, and so lowered himself on his landing gears before transforming. Human architecture was so fragile in that regard, and from what Dorothy had told him her house was old. And therefore even more fragile than typical human homes.

“Hi, Megatron!”

Megatron kneeled to greet the human children, lowering his hand for Mo to trustingly leap on, “Hello, Mo.”

“Are you guys here to wish me a happy three-fourths birthday?” She asked with a bright gapped-toothed grin, hair bouncing as she settled.

Chuckling, Megatron shook his head. “No, I’m afraid not. But happy three and a quarter birthday.”

“Thanks!” Mo sat cross legged in his hand as he stood again. He was no longer afraid of handling the humans, but when it came to Dorothy’s children Megatron tended to take extra care. Fearless as they were, they were just as breakable. “Sooooo… whatcha dooooooin’?”

Megatron felt a spark of mischief and smiled down at Mo. “Optimus has candy for your siblings,” he whispered, feeling his smile widen at her gasp of surprised glee.

“Optimus has CANDY?!” She nearly shrieked, and Megatron watched as the terrans all paused, then started shouting at once, rushing poor Optimus to tug at his armor.

He started laughing as Optimus yelped in shock, trying to walk forward even as he was swarmed. “Megatron!”

“What?” Megatron replied, trying to choke back his laughter. Mo was a giggling lump in his hand. “I didn’t do anything!”

“I was-,” Optimus cut himself off with another yelp, wobbling in the air on one foot as Hashtag scaled his back and Jawbreaker hung off his arm. “I was going to give it to them later.”

“Oops.” He was completely unrepent.

“Alright, alright,” Optimus said loudly, scruffing Thrash from where he was inching up Optimus’ arm. With his free hand he reached into his subspace and pulled out the box of goodies, immediately having to raise it high above his head to avoid all the younglings making a desperate lunge for it. “One at a time!”

Megatron had made his way over by the barn at this point and it suddenly occurred to him as he watched Twitch’s pupils dilate to three times their normal size that they probably should have gotten Dorothy’s permission to give her children candy. It was too late by this point, and Megatron just settled in to watch the show.

Many hours, and an empty energon goodie container later, and Megatron was covered in passed out Terrans after helping Optimus chase them down on their ‘sugar high’. Thrash was limp on his head, little fingers having dug into the edge of the plating to hang on. Jawbreaker was snoring faintly against his chassis, arms down by his sides and settled against Megatron’s hip. His other arm was occupied with Hashtag, who was somehow still awake and groaning faintly with every step he took. “It’s your own fault,” he had informed her when she had complained of a stomach ache.

Glancing back at Optimus showed that he was only in a better position than him because he was carrying less. Nightshade had been all but thrown over Optimus’ shoulder while Twitch drooled on his other arm, all but curled up in his hand.

They were all so young it was almost painful.

“I think they’re all finally asleep,” Optimus whispered, clearly afraid of waking them all back up.

“Good. I’m blaming you for this,” Megatron said as he stepped carefully over a fallen log, trying not to drop the children in his arms.

“What? You’re the one who-”

“I did no such thing,” he said through a snicker, relaxing as the Malto farm came into view. “You have no proof that I did anything. Meanwhile…”

He knew the moment that Optimus saw Dorothy, the heavy steps behind him pausing before reluctantly starting up again. “You’re the one who gave her children candy.”

“Traitor,” Optimus muttered and Megatron smiled at Twitch when Optimus passed him.

“I can live with that.”

[pizzaqueen]

To the anon who sent me the love spell prompt aaaaages ago: I hope you’re still around! Because I finally started writing it. Here’s a little teaser for you (and anyone else interested):

Always the goddamn babysitter. Steve slumps back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. He should be out there, with everyone else, doing something. Not stuck in the Wheelers’ basement. This time it’s Eddie Steve’s been tasked with keeping an eye on, though, not one of the kids. He’s honestly not sure if that’s better or worse.

At least Eddie’s alive. That’s better. So much better. Steve casts a sidelong glance at Eddie. He’s oddly calm for a guy who’s been presumed dead for the better part of a month and was then discovered to be under some kind of freaky mind warp spell, servant to Vecna. Steve hadn’t really understood Dustin’s explanation, but, then, most of Dustin’s explanations are just made up shit from D&D, so it’s not like they’re any more real than the way Steve tries to figure things out. But Eddie’s calm, now, seems content even.

It’s weird because, when they’d dragged him here, it had been literally kicking and screaming and the only person he won’t freak out around is Steve. Steve doesn’t get it. They barely knew—know—each other. Why him? No one had an answer to that, not one Steve liked, anyway, but it didn’t change anything. Eddie is only calm around Steve, so here Steve is, keeping Eddie as far away from Vecna as he can until the rest of the gang do their thing, take Vecna out, save the day, while Steve’s playing babysitter.

Eddie would probably be good company any other time—though the way he’s sitting there, chin in his hand, just looking at Steve is unnerving—but Steve should be out there. What if someone gets hurt and he could have stopped it? Fuck.

Steve scrubs a hand over his face, looks at the walkie talkie that’s been silent too long. Something’s gone wrong, it must have. Why didn’t those idiots listen to him?

“So,” Eddie says, “did you miss me?”

The suddenness of his voice in the quiet startles Steve. He blinks over at Eddie where he’s sitting cross-legged on the couch. “Hm?”

“When I was…gone. Did you miss me?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, “sure,” partly because he doesn’t want to upset Eddie. And partly because it’s true. He hadn’t known Eddie well, but there had been a place forming for him in Steve’s life in the short time they had. An Eddie shaped place, almost fully formed, suddenly void. He’s not sure if what he felt was grief—there hadn’t been time, after, to feel much of anything except panic—but it was still strange. Wrong. And seeing Dustin torn up the way he was is something Steve never wants to see again. “Of course I did,” he adds.

This look Steve can only describe as dreamy passes over Eddie’s face and he smiles up at Steve. It’s unsettling. Makes something tangle in Steve’s chest, maybe not entirely unpleasant, he can’t tell. He’s all mixed up and tired and, fuck, why hasn’t anyone checked in?

“I missed you, too,” Eddie says.

“Uh, cool. Thanks, man.”

Eddie’s smile grows wider. And then, one moment, he’s sitting there, staring up at Steve, all doe eyes, and the next there’s this ripple that runs through the room and Eddie falls back. Like a puppet with its strings cut.