#heavily edited though

[nonbinaryaubrey]

me and a friend of mine on twt have :3 started cooking up an isat omori au!! bc.. who am i if not a person who combines both their interests together :3!!! i did some sprite redraws for some of the characters... Kel, Basil, and Heroooo.

aaand. Loop as well ^_^. put under the cut bc implied spoilers.???

[tothechaos]

long time no jmart huh

[ID: Greyscale digital sketches of Martin and Jon from TMA, both shown from the shoulders up. Martin is fat with short stubble and short, dark, wavy hair streaked with white, wearing glasses and with his visible ear pierced. Jon is thinner with visible scars across his face and neck. He has longer greying hair and a beard, with pronounced eye bags. End ID.]

[jamietwat]

Chapter 33 of Bizarre Love Triangle is up now

[lotus-lamps]

Oc doodle

[vanmarkus]

Wip Word Search 🔍

rules: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do) and share the lines where they show up in your WIPs

my words: affect, great, opposed

1. affect from the mudslide fic ☔️

He watched as Eddie got up from the couch, carefully depositing Christopher’s legs from his lap before turning back to him and planting a soft kiss onto the top of his soft curls. He was getting too old for these kinds of affections when awake and — as much as he couldn’t wait to see Christopher become his own, independent person — Buck desperately wanted to halt time. It wasn’t a fair thing to think; Chris wasn’t exactly his kid to begin with and regardless of what Eddie’s will said would happen after his death, Buck's place in their lives wasn’t set in stone, so he savored every tiny moment he could. Somewhere along the last handful of years, Eddie and Christopher became Family, with a capital F. Buck loved Chris like he was his own and his feelings for Eddie were clear as day — only if not for the man himself. It was better that way, Buck reasoned. He probably wouldn’t let Buck hang around all the time, if he’d have known. Eddie probably didn’t think of them that way anyway. Buck ran his fingers through the curly hair tickling his cheek and pulled the kid’s small frame just a fraction closer, relishing in the moment of stillness.

2. great from the jealous eddie fic 🧇

“So uh t-tell me about yourself, you know, hobbies, pets, family, whatever.” “That’s pretty broad.” Jason chuckled and Buck felt his cheeks heat up immediately. Wow, he really hasn’t been on a proper date in such a long time that apparently he lost the ability to make conversation. Great. “Sorry I—” “Relax, Buck. It’s alright.” His shoulders sagged a little at that. “I guess cycling is a hobby, right? I’m not allowed pets at my place and uh… Two sisters, parents live in Nevada.” “Uh great, that- that’s great! I have a sister too, my parents live in Pennsylvania though.” Jason assessed his face for a long moment before he leaned back in his chair with a small sigh. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem much more nervous than before. Is everything alright?” “Uh yeah— yeah, I’m fine, just…” Buck sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Eddie, my uh my partner at the 118, he’s been acting kinda weird about us going out. I just… I don’t know, I guess I got a little into my head about it.” A disapproving frown tugged at the patch of skin between Jason’s eyebrows for a moment, before it disappeared with a sigh. “So he’s one of those guys then.” Buck knew what he meant instantly; the type of guys who were just too macho not to feel threatened by even the mere mention of two men dating. Of course, it couldn’t have been further from the truth —  and Buck was quick to make that clear. “N-no, not at all! He’s a good guy, great actually. He’s my best friend.”

3. opposed from the breeding kink fic 🛏️

“You might be right,” he breathed, leaning over Buck and slipping his hands under his thighs for more leverage, “maybe we should just stay here like this forever.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment when he bottomed out again. It wasn’t a plausible or in any way realistic idea, really, but Eddie found that he still wasn’t opposed to the fantasy of it. Especially not when Buck’s warmth enveloped him so perfectly, while he got to watch his chest rise and fall quicker and quicker, listen to his quiet whines and grunts as Eddie sped up his movements until he hit a steady rhythm and smell as fresh sweat broke through the lingering scent of their shared body wash; tea tree and mint. His hair was still damp from their shower and that was one thing they didn’t share; the shampoo — and god, Eddie was grateful that it never became something that he’d lose on the account of getting used to smelling it on himself, so now he could let the fruity and fresh scent of green apple, and something that uniquely belonged to Buck wash over his senses.

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[cuntylestat]

happy to report i'm actually working on a new video but this one is gonna take me a while lol

[potential-fate]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sims (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kaylynn Langerak/Daniel Pleasant Characters: Kaylynn Langerak, Daniel Pleasant Additional Tags: Daniel Pleasant/Mary-Sue Pleasant (mentioned) - Freeform, Kaylynn POV, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Angst, We hate Daniel Pleasant in this house, no not really but we are not kind to him in this specific fic, as usual I have no beta I just throw things on here last minute before I change my mind :) Series: Part 4 of The Pleasantview Archives

Summary: She didn’t need closure. She’d known it was over the moment Mary Sue had walked in on them on that cold December afternoon.

[harrisonbrainrot]

Henry, the sweetest guy around.

[qoldenskies]

THE 50 THOUSAND WORD MARK HAS BEEN BREACHED I REPEAT THE FIFTY THOUSAND WORD MARK HAS BEEN BREACHED

[the-pyre-of-stars]

[watchyourdigits]

I am re-reading Night Letter and am realizing I didn't do nearly enough research into scar tissue as I should have 💀 I spent hours researching lavender marriages and U.S. Army dog tags from the 1950s (as well as ranks and dismissals and such) instead of researching one of the defining characteristics of the main character, aka his severe facial scarring.

Anyway here I am retconning his scars - they are hypertrophic NOT keloid. That is entirely on me because I didn't know what the fuck the term was for it and assumed that if they were raised then they HAD to be keloids. I'm so sorry for this. Like deeply.

For those who don't know the difference, I don't recommend looking up pics unless you're okay with seeing mild medical g*re. Brief description of the aforementioned scar types:

Keloid: raised, shiny, firm & rubbery in texture with no distinct pattern. Caused by an excess of collagen deposits during the healing process. These scars invasively extend PAST the area of the original wound and do not regress over time. Hard to treat. Can form over months to years after an injury. More common in black folks and other melanated people who have a family history of keloid scarring.

Hypertrophic: raised, but not to the degree of keloids, and can also be different colors and usually have a distinct wavy pattern due to collagen deposits. Also caused by an excess of collagen, but not to the extent of keloids. These scars do NOT extend past the area of the original wound, typically do not recur, and CAN regress over time. Typically appear within a month of two of an injury and do not continue to progress (typically begin to regress actually).

I'm attaching an image below the cut comparing the two.

Left is keloid, right is hypertrophic. You'll see the difference. It's easy to confuse them because they're similar in depiction, but this is a good visual example of exactly HOW they are different. Raised scars =/= keloids!!! Do NOT be a fool like me!!!!

[partystoragechest]

A story of romance, drama, and politics which Cullen has accidentally become invested in.

Supplemental material for Unwanted, from the perspective of Cullen. In this addendum, Cullen hears a report of danger.

(Masterpost. Addendums. Words: 661. Rating: all audiences. Warning: Addendums may contain spoilers for Unwanted and are best read after finishing the story entirely.)

Chapters 44-45, Addendum

It was rather early for anyone to be knocking on the Commander’s door.

He was, of course, already busy at work—though not the usual kind. On this particular morning, Cullen’s desk was not plastered with letters and reports of varying detail and importance, but flowers. As many varieties as the market had—plus some he’d picked wild from around the fortress. He concentrated on them just as intensely as any report.

The knock broke his focus.

“Enter,” he called. The door opened, to reveal Tenbry—the young nightwatchman from the southeastern wall—still in his armour, fresh from the shift.

“Commander!” Tenbry shouted, a little too loudly for the hour. “I have a report of danger on the battlements.”

Cullen raised an eyebrow. “Recruit, you report to your Captain, not to me.”

“Yes, Ser! But I thought you should like to hear of it yourself first, Ser.”

“Why?”

“I know you frequent that part of Skyhold, Ser. I thought it might concern you.”

Cullen could think of only one thing upon that battlement that might concern him. He nodded. “Very well. Report.”

“Well, Ser, after you left, four women arrived.”

Cullen smiled. “Doesn’t sound especially dangerous.”

“One of them was a mage, Ser. She was shooting fire off the side of the fortress.”

“I see. But not at anyone, correct?”

“Oh, certainly not, Ser! Only into the sky.” Tenbry’s eyes glistened with the memory. “It was amazing. Different colours and all! Or, I mean… dangerous, Ser. Very dangerous! It could alert the enemy to our location.”

Cullen chucked to himself. Pretty much all of Thedas knew their location; a few fireballs would hardly be a revelation. But still he played along, quite happily. “You didn’t happen to identify the perpetrator?”

Tenbry shook his head. “Oh—no, Ser! Not at all. Too dark, Ser.”

“Even with the illumination of the fire?”

“Oh, er… yes, Ser. Still too dark.”

Maker, he was a terrible liar. Though at least he was consistent about it—for even if the lies were poor, the truth remained concealed. Cullen assumed that was the only reason why the details of his encounters with Lady Trevelyan had not made their way around the barracks thrice already.

“Thank you, Tenbry. You were right to bring this to me.” Cullen smiled. “I’ll handle the matter myself.”

And he’d take great pleasure in it. Oh, he could spend a delightful few hours thinking of how best to tease her over this.

“Was there anything else?” Cullen asked, sounding rather plain, despite a keen hope that there was, indeed, more.

But Tenbry shook his head. “No, Ser.”

Oh, well. “Then that will be all. Dismissed.”

Tenbry crossed an arm over his chest, and turned to leave—but paused. His eyes caught upon Cullen’s desk, and, a little hesitantly, he pointed to it. “Are those flowers for someone, Ser?”

Cullen did not wish to imply he was spending his time frivolously redecorating, and so confessed the truth: “Yes.”

“Then you’ll want to remove the black brigandeers, Ser,” Tenbry said, indicating a delicate white flower, with cute rounded petals and a black capitulum. “They’re typically used for mourning, or to wish someone death.”

Cullen stared at him.

“My mam used to sell flowers down at the local market.”

Far more an expert than he was, then. Cullen removed the flowers from the collection, and asked earnestly, “What of the others?”

Tenbry shrugged. “That’s all I know. But mam always said what matters most is the gesture. I think her Ladyship’ll like them.”

Cullen’s head whipped up, eyes wide—which then narrowed, into a glare that made young Tenbry gulp.

“Sorry, Commander,” he said, saluting. “Didn’t meant to imply—um, I’ll be on my way, Ser.”

Tenbry practically ran from the room. Cullen shook his head, and sighed. He made a mental note to transfer Tenbry to another watch.

But, then he remembered how much nosier his other soldiers were, and abruptly changed his mind.

[haunteddrawings]

this piece is a year in the making! last year I saw these pride month demon shirts a ton & I thought to myself “I have characters who are demons, I should draw them wearing the shirts at pride!” so my original sketch (under the cut) was born! I then abandoned it for a year. but as pride month was approaching I decided to pick it back up, especially since these characters are so different now than they were back then! the difference is honestly staggering

[heartthatwontquit]

Okay. Before people start wailing out their negative opinions on the big hazbin hotel cast replacement,

Keep in mind of what Kovox on twitter said about recastings.

Give them a chance. Sure it wasnt easy for me to see a different cast but at least we still have hunicast dont we?

Remember also he had other roles scheduled with billy bustup and while working on Lackadaisy.

So this had technical reasons. Why are we getting angry over a mans responsibilities as a voice over artist? They want to move onto new things and they dont even have bad blood between the sole creators. Let them be.

'Sides why not have a hunicast banquet with EVERYONE involved with spindlehorse and A24?

No fight

All Peace

Edit: Don't forget Digital Circus either. Jax.

[chopshajen]

1-1.

And we’re off, with a doodle of the chunky little crochet sylveon I finally finished making after like four years. I did like 98% of the work in a day but got stuck on how I wanted to do the eyes. Today I finally bit the bullet and made them from felt. He’s got kinda a long neck and skinny face but I put a lot of work into him including threading his ribbons with wire so they stay up, and I’d say he turned out good!

Pictures of the irl bab under the cut

[imchronicallydepressed]

I'm sorry, this isn't mine clearly stated by the handle. I just... Ugh.