#gawd i love them so much

[catopti]

COLORED THEM ahhhhh. This was a doodle and then I got way too carried away coloring LMAO

[bedeliainwonderland]

I HAVE NEVER FOUND YOU TO BE LACKING

This is why I say Hannibal puts Bedelia on a proverbial pedestal. And I am right.

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Vibhishan: What's this? Hanuman, hugging him: Affection! Vibhishan: Disgusting. Vibhishan: ...Do it again.

[tankshaw]

thinking about sam and darlin again

[greatghuleh]

I’ve been listening to this band for almost 20 years omg.  

OMG 

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Red, White & Royal Blue (2023) ❤️🤍💙

[thewandererh]

🐏Counting Sleep

| { [ ( a post-coma cccclinic short story ) ] } |

for character references, visit here

please do not tag this as a ship

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big, white, heavy eyes

beaming straight into my skull

my ribs start to burn

gasping awake as if empty, a heartbeat rages in his ribs. it’s dark. everything’s so dark.

hands fumble for the bedside lamp while eyes dash about the darkness. any shape perceived as a threat. light bursts from the lamp to reveal a pile of laundry and a coat on the door hook. the relief is overwhelming.

todd wheezes, leaning back before falling to the pillow. a hand at his forehead with the other at his chest. he’s calming down now. breathing proper again. eyes daring to close.

those big, white, and heavy eyes flick into existence behind his eyelids. shivering breaths and tremors overtake his entire figure. the nightmare lingered prominent in his mind, overbearing and overwhelming. any attempt to close his eyes or block it out was met with those masked eyes.

it wasn’t a part of soul now. but that thing—that thing still haunted him. it hurt so much. why did it still hurt so much??

panic and anxiety coursed through his pulse. he hugged himself tight in the sheets. but repressing the visage with pressure was no use. the thick blanket now encompassing him blocked out the lamp’s light. tears crawled into and out of his eyes as air became sparse under the blanket.

he couldn’t do this by himself.

todd unveiled himself to the world, gaze tearing across the dark corners of his room. simon’s desk was bare and tidy, and the night stood silent except for his panic. todd took a deep breath and thought. moments passed. enveloped in twisting anxiety while trying to calm it. although paying attention to it felt worse. he couldn’t help bringing his knees close to him as his entire body shivered. systems shellshocked. the fabric of his drapey pjs promised comfort: the blue with leopard spots felt mangled but fluffy. todd’s eyes lit up when resolve strummed his core. conclusion. a big inhale got him moving again: a decision to go made in the moment.

the floor was cold under thick socks. neat and sturdy. beamed with smooth wood. panic screamed doubt under every movement. painfully holding him back. yet he got up.

todd made it to the door alive. gripping the steel reflecting his lamp’s light with sweaty palms. turning it flung open to reveal a dark hallway. a lump of fear nearly blocked his throat. yet he pushed on. tunnel visioned and unsure of his every step. this could be his grave. the strumming resolve dimmed inside him, and the next step faltered.

down the hall. to the left. former study. dove’s room.

each further stride could only be taken with the thought of the pale purple walls. the blankets of fluff dove encased themself in. how they held his hand while todd told them all a story. wetness pierced his vision again but he steadied himself with a breath.

everything lasted forever in the darkness pressing in on his body. suffocating beyond end. he functionally stumbled to the door, croaking it open with swiftness. the creak made him flinch.

a gasp resounded in further darkness revealed by the door. a scared and tired sound. then silence. forced silence made when the hunted percieves a threat.

/d-don’t worry. it’s me, w-whole. todd. hi. i-…sorry. c-can i…?/

dove sighed thankfully, shifting in their bed before patting a spot in the darkness. had they already been awake? todd picked his way across the room, begging his eyes to adjust faster. shapes glared from every corner. yet he remained pulled toward the bed. something sharp met his knee and he gasped through his teeth. dove held out a hand and todd took it. he let it guide him to the bed. sighing with a quiver, he shook and massaged his aching knee. dove reached for it but todd flinched aback. they reflected the flinch, headwings subtly puffing. startled. confused. frightened?

/i-i….i…..i’m sorry. i th-think it was the…tablesomething./

todd sighed, frazzled. he let dove feel his knee.

/no blood. i-i just…i had a nightmare. i…/

the lump in his throat choked him up at last. rivers bled from his face like hungry snakes.

dove shifted, then held him.

moment after moment. precious seconds of comfort.

reassurance gathered as they rocked from side to side.

massaging and warming. releasing tension.

finding relief in the finality of peace.

hearing dove breathe comforted him. he settled and sighed. sleepy.

it was too dark to sign anything, and words couldn’t escape todd’s throat without bringing on tears. so no one spoke. it stayed silent, peaceful, calm, and serene.

dove pulled back from the backrub, gently smiling while wiping a tear away from todd’s face. dove then scooted and patted the bed beside them, offering todd to stay and perhaps (platonically) snuggle. a shiver snuck up todd’s spine in the cold darkness, and he succumbed to the idea of comfort.

todd lay weakly, and dove tucked him in. pulling a blanket from the basket and using their fingertips to tuck it under todd’s sides. effectivley burritoing him. dove rummaged around for a loose sleeping eyemask, and handed it to todd. he took it and sighed, looking at it with adjusted eyes. it was soft and sheep-like, with a closed-eyes decal and sheep ears on the front. brought him a smile as he put it on.

the world fuzzed out. not seeing felt so…peaceful. something stepped off of his chest and shoulders as comforting darkness slid over his eyes. no more veiny red. no more piercing masked eyes. it was so soft.

todd found dove’s hand when they’d settled in, wings and hair drooping across the pillows. heartbeats steady and tired. exhausted by the fuss panic and confusion brought. a throat burning with the aftermath of agony, another ineffective but speaking soundlessly. two hands within the other’s grasp. physically separate, but unified with comfort. dove shuffled into sleep. todd pensively pondered the cause for this twilight anxiety.

the nightmare withdrew from todd’s head. overfilled to the point of waking him up. that…thing. that entity of perfect existence still haunted him. that idealism. that torment. that want to never worry about his health again. it was reasonable, really. a manifestation of struggle and self-loathing. a hate bent to unstitch his sinew. tear him open. todd understood where it came from: a cavity in his body that held onto the past, and the sights that came with it. the stuckness and fear. the mistrust and toxicity.

that wasn’t who leo was anymore. leo had been burdened by the anxiety that todd manifested within him. gave to him. projected. todd had separated himself from his feelings so wholly that it grew beyond his control. becoming something and someone else entirely. yet when the universe of emotions in his head tested him, he perservered. he recovered. he was better now—they all were. he understood himself. challenges like that can be overcome. and if he could jump that strange, near-supernatural horror hurdle, then who knows what he couldn’t do.

todd finally fell asleep tucked in by dove and weakly grasping their hand. calmly counting breath like sheep.

[vrsmnya]

Idk if you’re up for drawing dragons but if u are then… snotlout and hookfang???

ABSOLUTELY!!

they are friends. they are brothers. *sobs*

(also hi akstzs!! u are so cool i hope ur doing awesome! tysm for the req <333)

[lady-tortilla-chip]

Ooooh the way the scene where Laurent gets felt up and Damen becomes so lost in rage over it that he kills two people before being restrained again parallels the scene with the Regent where Damen again assaults two people all while being restrained by several others and promising to kill the regent for touching Laurent.

The way both those scenes end with Laurent choosing a route that brings Damen the most pain but saves his life.

The contrasting elements between these points in the story are interesting too. The way stakes were lower in the first scenario because Laurent had planned everything out and if he could convince those men to let Damen go even if just to torture him then they would both make it out alive. But in the latter scenario Laurent doesn’t have that guarantee of a fallback anymore and just like Damen his decision is powered by a need to protect. There is no deeper thought than simply saving Damen’s life. And he does. He manages the situation and offers his own life instead.

[sejanusfan]

he’s not just some guy. he’s MY girlfriend

[dustyspines]

scorbus except they're jolaurie but i cannot decide who is jo and who is laurie because both combinations are terribly painful but so very unique

[mkaroy]

THE AFTON FAMILY

sorry for being dead. i will continue to be dead becuz this took 48 HOURS.

as a treat i’m gonna infodump about my headcanons for a bit (read if you DARE)

so mrs afton isn’t pictured here because she was smart and left william, but william got full custody cause as we know, the fnaf government is VERY stupid and they apparently just love william. cc and michael both like their mother better because she was more patient and emotionally intelligent with the young boys, but elizabeth always favoured her father so she wasn’t complaining.

If it isn’t obvious, i don’t think william is a good parent. no matter how good of intentions you have, he had to be some kind of deranged for his sons death to lead to him being a serial killer, that doesn’t just HAPPEN. he particularly takes out his anger on michael because a) he feels more sympathy with the other two kids and b) michael has always challenged his father, he’s not scared of talking back or standing his ground (even if he gets hurt in the process). however despite this, michael still has a lot of love and respect for his father. as he gets older and as the accidents become worse and worse, through williams manipulation, michael basically works for him, trying to make things right again because he’s fully convinced everything was his fault (ALSO THANKS TO WILLIAM LOL)after he gets scooped he kinda puts it together that maybe his father never had the best intentions for him, and full of rage he does his thing and burns his father to the ground.

outside of william just being the worst to michael, making him a full time babysitter and whatnot, he’s not the kindest to the younger children either. elizabeth is easily the favourite because she tries to serve him as much as possible, but william is simply FAR too busy to care about that, so she gets pushed aside and neglected a lot. she doesn’t know why he’s doing these things so she just tries to be even more perfect, she urns for that attention in other places, i think that’s why she dolls herself up so much, because she loves the compliments she gets from mothers saying that she’s “just the cutest thing”. when her father finally shows her some love by making his specialty, an animatronic based off of her, she can’t help but be filled with excitement. I think as baby, she’s a lot more angry than she was before. she doesn’t understand why her father would do this to her and her anger is bigger than he child brain can comprehend, which is why she’s just so insanely mean in pizza sim and sister location, lashing out to michael and henry because she shouldn’t be an animatronic right now, she should be living her life free of this family. god i love elizabeth.

and then obviously cc, i think it’s a silly headcanon to imagine that william just forgot his name but remembered his initials but that’s mostly cuz i refuse to give him a name (btw all of you guys who put charlie or charlotte into his name are GENIUSES but i’m not you). he was really young when his parents actually separated, so he didn’t have much memory of his mother unfortunately. and ALSO unfortunately he was born with a fear of the animatronics, like how some kids are born with like an irrational fear of mascots of smth, that’s him. I think he was also the first one to die so his nightmares weren’t based off of elizabeth’s death. i also think that the fnaf 4 gameplay wasn’t cc because of MANY reasons (seriously guys look at the room layout…). but his irrational fear of the animatronics makes him almost constantly in tears, which michael obviously mocked. all the afton men were raised with the idea that boys shouldn’t show “feminine” emotions, which is why michael hated cc so much, because it wasn’t fair that he got to cry all the time with little to no repercussions and cc just couldn’t help himself whenever he cried. oh also in my headcanon he’s autistic, same with like most of the aftons, but he’s selectively mute and easily gets sensory overload, which is why meltdowns in the pizzeria were so common.

guys i love the aftons so much fill my asks with them if you wish i will answer ALL OF THEM (until the hyperfixation dies LMAO)

[giggly-squiggily]

For the Candy Hearts, how about 💚 Cutie for Kunigiri? 🥰

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

*running leap of joy* LETS GOOOO! It's my ship! :D I love these two so much holy- *happy sobbing*- I've gotcha covered, anon!

Cutie- "You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!"

“Princess…I know you’re in here.” Kunigami called as he entered the recording room. “Come on, you know I’ll find you.”

No response, but he swore he could hear the faintest of giggles.

“You can’t hide from me, I can hear you laughing!” He called, chest warming. He didn’t know what got into him, but the redhead was in a silly mood- jabbing him in the ribs before running for the hills. “This room isn’t that big- I’ll find you in no time-”

The second he stepped into the room, he was tackled. Only- instead of hitting the ground like Chigiri hoped, he stood tall. Turning a growing grin down at his wide eyed boyfriend, he gave him a little wave. “Found you, Princess.”

“...Well damn.” Chigiri tried to run, but Kunigami had him in his arms within seconds, pressing into his highest ribs. “Ahehahaha! Whahhait, wahhahait I whahahs suhuhuhupohohoosed to tiihihckle yohoohohu!”

“Aww, really? That’s what’s supposed to happen?” The ginger snickered, safely bringing them down and to the ground as he carried on drilling into Chigiri’s sides, leaving him a mess of giggles and squeaks. “A good effort before you forgot I’m sturdier than you, hehe.”

“Whohohoho are yohohohou cahhahaalling nohooht stuhuhurdy-ehehehehhehe hehehehro!” Chigiri squeaked and shoved his arms back when his armpits were poked along. “Stahhahahahap, yohoohohu jeehehherk!”

“First a hero, then a jerk- how the mighty have fallen.” The ginger moaned pathetically as he moved to his boyfriend’s hips, making him squeal and kick. “If I’m a jerk, I must be a villain! Time to enter my new era- come here!”

“Gehahahhaha, stahhahap whahahait-EHEHEHE NOHOHOHO!” Chigiri all but cackled as his good knee was grabbed, covering his face with his hands as he sank further back into Kunigami’s chest. I TAHHAKE IT BAAHHACK YOHOOHUR A HEHEHEHRO!”

“That’s right!” Kunigami stopped, laughing as his boyfriend groaned against him. “And don’t you forget it!”

“Uuhuhgh..” Was the only response he gave, smiling as Kunigami kissed his crown. “Jeheherk. I lohove you thoohugh.”

‘I love you too, princess."

[souenkun]

Been thinking for sometime after spending my days mostly resting in bed and reading fics, but... the swsh fandom really does have one of the best ao3 writers for me :o

[kemendin]

Cas is slowly creeping up towards the outfit cap again (sitting at 25 right now) so I figured I'd show off some of his newer looks since the cap was raised from 16. The first four are my faves of this batch, but I enjoy them all!

[desertthorn]

THEM.

The End