#here have 2 of 'em!!

[galaxystt]

being a menace is full time work, time to get some zzzzs.....

[spocksocksrock]

thoughts?

[arcanegifs]

Here's more comparisons of Arcane Gifs before and after I color and sharpen em!

[lilybug-02]

Wow. That could not have turned out worse.

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--Full Series--

This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/

[meirimerens]

Herb Brides gestures studies that got out of hand

based on Damien Jalet's choreography L'Évocation, Marie Piltz's in the "Sacrificial Dance" of The Rite of Spring as drawn by Valentine Hugo, and miscellaneous.

[amustikas]

Viking Ghost, Phantom of the North!

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Unfollow all you want, but you can't unsoak the pad.

Audio source

[ranchstoryblog]

Merch Alert: Rune Factory 1, 2, and 3 "Retro Cafe" themed goods and more fluffy Story of Seasons animals plushes!

New Rune Factory merch from GraffArt! They’re currently up for preorder on the EEO store and the line-up includes acrylic standees, tin pins, and a clear case featuring the new artwork.

Each character featured on the clear cases above has their own acrylic stand/pin that can be purchased in a blind bag or in sets. Previous line-ups are also still available.

Meanwhile, in Story of Seasons land, big and fuzzy plushes of our bestest friends, cow and chicken, will be showing up in stores around Japan in the second week of November. There's a list of stores here, but if you're like me, you'll probably just be waiting for resellers to put 'em on on Mercari or whatever.

[chiropteracupola]

I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect / Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye / Now I laugh and make a fortune / Off the same ones that I tortured / And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God!"

[itslilacokay]

jsab break

[emstargazer]

I would sell one of my kidneys just to see BT and GLaDOS interact with each other, like you can't tell me it wouldn't be a hell of an interesting interaction.

[youssefguedira]

V, JoeNicky & Nile

V. An abandoned or empty place.

When Joe pulls the sheet off the couch it kicks up enough dust that it makes Nile sneeze. The couch underneath is old, wooden frame rotting, fabric stained and full of holes where moths have eaten away at it. 

“Sorry,” Joe says to Nile when she finally manages to get the sneezing under control. “Didn’t realise it was that bad.” He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at the couch. Nile looks it over.

“There’s no saving that,” she says, wiping at her eyes. She can heal from falling over ten stories, but she can’t get away from allergies.

Joe frowns. “I liked that couch.”

The house is older than anywhere else they’ve brought her, and has been abandoned for long enough that it’s falling apart. But through some trick of posing as their own sons, or something, Joe and Nicky still own it, even if there’s a giant hole in the roof and all the windows are broken. Why they’d decided to come back here, Nile doesn’t know, but it’s a nice enough area, and a good distraction from, well. Everything. Growing back a leg, she’s discovered, is not fun. 

From one of the other rooms – she thinks it’s the kitchen, she’s not actually sure where Nicky had wandered to – there’s the sound of something breaking and crashing to the ground, and a muffled curse. 

Joe makes a questioning noise in the vague direction of the kitchen. A few moments later, Nicky appears in the doorway, covered in dust. “I am okay,” he says. “But I think we will need to go out to eat tonight.”

“Nothing?” 

Nicky shakes his head. “Unless you want to start a fire and go hunt some rabbits.”

Joe grins. “Just like old times, right?”

Nile shakes her head firmly, which makes Nicky smile. She loves them, but there’s no way they’re doing that. 

“We can probably clear out enough space in here,” Joe says, gesturing to the floor. “Get the sleeping bags out of the car. Probably have to start a fire anyway, but…”

Nile looks around again while Joe says something to Nicky in Arabic that makes him laugh. The house is falling apart, sure, but it’s structurally stable, and the bones are all there. It could be something. They’ve got time to make it something. 

Nicky is the one who goes for pizza in the end – he doesn’t trust Nile and Joe to order it if left to their own devices – while they try to clear out a space in the living room. Eventually, though, after Nile has another sneezing fit, Joe suggests they just take the sleeping bags outside instead, which works out a lot better. He sets about starting a fire with practiced ease while Nile sets out the sleeping bags around it. They’re far enough away from civilisation that she can’t hear cars passing by, which is kind of surreal, and the stars are brighter than she’s ever seen them. 

When Nicky gets back, two boxes balanced on one arm and a bottle of wine in the other, he looks over their makeshift camp and laughs. “Just like old times, then?” he asks.

Joe grins. “Except we have pizza.”

“And actual sleeping bags,” Nile says.

“Ah, these modern inventions could never quite match the comfort of a pile of furs,” Joe says wistfully. Nile gives him a look. She’s ninety percent sure that one’s bullshit, but she can never quite tell with him. 

Nicky sets down the pizza boxes, and jogs back to the car to grab the pack of plastic wine glasses they’d bought before they got here. 

“We should’ve bought marshmallows,” Nile says. “Could have made s’mores.”

“Well, we’ll have to go to the hardware store tomorrow anyway,” Joe points out. “And I think it’ll be a little while before we can actually sleep in there.”

“Tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow,” Nicky agrees.

[rainderthesomeone]

Ello so I would like to discuss Fix tf2 with all of yall, I’m gonna be joining in in the movement on June 3rd I’m gonna be downloading twitter and make an account for this entire thing, I love this game and this is the first fandom I’ve been apart of this entire thing has been a very special experience for me and to see the game hurting is upsetting and seeing valve the game company I loved neglect a masterpiece they made and are still profiting off of is bothering me, half the player base is bots, and it hurts, so on June 3rd ima be joining in and if yall can I encourage you to do so, let’s help this very very old game out :D and I just wanted to say thank you all, this community is amazing, yall have been incredible, and thank you for reading my comics, yall have improved my mental health a lot and it feels like I’m doing something that makes people smile, when yall are happy it makes me happy, and I hope I make someone’s day a little better by doing so, tf2 comic making got me through a really rough time believe it or not lol, and that’s not gonna change im not going to stop making tf2 comics until the series is complete and the story is told, but Valve needs to listen to us, so let’s get it it, as Engineer tf2 would say.

MOVE EM OUT!

[p1x1x]

[kdrcs]

Rewatching some kirb eps

[bloggerspam]

no but like, why did i suddenly think of this on the drive home:

The date was good.

The date was good. They did all the cliche things, because Husk thought Angel would think it was funny, if Husk took him on a date like Angel was a prim and proper lady.

They did the drive in movie, the nice dinner, the chaste little kisses and opening doors and Husk even bought a jacket just so he could give it to Angel to wear at the end of the night.

Husk had brought flowers, and Angel had squealed and blushed and delicately put them in a vase.

That vase was now knocked over on the floor, flowers scattered everywhere in a puddle, and in it's place was Angel himself leaned back and spread like a feast.

Husk was a gentleman. He doesn't know how he got here, between Angel's long long legs, over the spider and kissing like their afterlives depended on it.

He walked Angel to his door, gave his hand a kiss, fully prepared to leave floating on a cloud and proud of himself.

What he got was a wrinkled shirt from where Angel pulled him in, and a squirming Angel beneath him.

"W-wait." Husk tried to pull away, with middling success considering he dived right back in. Angel hummed.

"Wait. No, wait I--I wanted to do this right. I wanna treat you right." Husk managed to push himself off Angel, who was now lying fully on the table.

Husk stood, but Angel's legs tightened around him and fuck.

"Honey..." Angel whined, and damn did that sound nice, "this isn't black jack." In the pause of confusion that statement caused, Angel managed to wrap his hands once more in the wrinkled spots of his shirt and pull him in, but Husk braced his arms and stayed out of reach.

"What?" Angel huffed, before sitting up.

"Honey, I'm not a game of blackjack," Angel repeated himself. He cradled Husk's face, as if to impress upon him how serious it was.

"This is not hit or stay." His thumbs stroked his whiskers, and a purr almost started up. Angel pecked him on the forehead.

"This is a hit and stay, right?" Suddenly, Angel looked unsure, and fuck. Husk couldn't let that stand.

"Of course I'll stay." Angel beamed at him, shyly, and Husk was only so strong. He held Angel's hands against his face, and pushed up to kiss him gently.

Their kisses softened, like that. Got more languid, less frantic.

"Besides," Angel said, pulling back after a who knows and who cares how long. "I definitely want you to bust." Husk rolled his eyes, but smiled as Angel giggled at his own joke.

And then that light in his eyes--the lust of it, shined. Husk gulped.

Angel leaned in and whispered in his ear, "preferably in me, yeah?"

And Husk is a gentleman, okay.

And gentlemen accept it when a glove is thrown down like that.

He pounced.