#i still don't know how to tag things

[ss-trashboat]

HAPPY PRIDE LOVELIES to celebrate, i am holding sales on my ko-fi!!

using the code PRIDE25, you can save 25% on all comms! using the code PRIDE30, you can save 30% on all shot items! here's an idea of what you can get on my page, sale ends 7/1/24!!

https://ko-fi.com/ss_trashboat

[fern-writes-whump]

I'm just really soft for caretakers going absolutely feral once they find out what whumper did.

it's the "who did this to you?"

it's making sure whumpee is safe and sound at home and going out with a bat looking for a bastard that needs their legs broken <3

[selvepnea]

Luckiest double kill in splatoon history x2

[mossycopper]

Me: "what's a celebrity?"

My friend: "Danny DeVito, he's old"

I meant who's a celebrity

I was asking who would theoretically lose their dentures in an airplane lavatory tank

[spaciousignatius]

A quick introduction for my current and new followers, since I can't be fucked to make my bio anything other than lyrics I like at the moment

My name is Josh, I'm 25 he/him from Cincinnati, Ohio in the U.S. I write and post Naruto and The Last of Us fanfiction, and *occasionally* original fiction. I also post original music when I'm working on it, but that's rare these days.

I'll absolutely be reblogging fandom content and when my friends post fanfictions, cause they're all fantastic and you should read them if you see them!

[bi-lil-guy]

Ngl Fuck Canon

Here's Some Assorted Multifandom(Resident Evil, Malignant, And Reanimator) Character Headcanons That Are Super Self Indulgent And Inherently Queer(/lh /g):

Albert Wesker And Herbert West Hate Being Kissed On The Mouth In A Romantic And/Or Platonic Context.

Albert Wesker's Preferred Romantic/Platonic Smooches Are Forehead, Wrist, Neck, Knuckles, Shoulders, And mAyBe The Cheek But Only In Passing (Like "I'm Headed Out The Door" Type Beat).

Tbh I Can't Imagine Herbert Enjoying Being Kissed As Platonic Or Romantic Affection At All.

Mf Is Probably So Inconsistent With His Preferred Physical Affection Overall Y'all Gonna Have To Work Out A System Or Just Let Him Come To You.

The Only Kisses This Mf Gives Are The Grabbing You By The Sides Of The Face And Giving You A Big Ol Smooch In That "Eurika! Brain Moment!" Way Scientists Do In Old Movies When You Point Out Some Small Detail They Missed That Ties Everything Together.

Speaking Of Wesker And West I 100% Headcanon Them As Being AroAce Spec (Herb Is Graysexual With High Lib And Leans Towards Alterous Attraction Overall. I'll Die On This Hill).

But I Also Think They Themselves Would Vibe More With Staying Unlabelled And Just Saying What They Do And Don't Experience.

Herb Has Jumped Onto His Partner At Least Once.

Wesker Will Stop You By The Face On Impulse If It Doesn't Want You Too Close.

Gabriel May Would/Has Slowly Pushed A Glass Of The Counter While Making Direct Eye Contact.

West And Gabe Bite As A Show Of Affection.

Gabriel May Cried At The "Loca: The Pug That Couldn't Run" Video. (Same Tho)

Leon Kennedy Always Fibds A Way To Wrap His Mf Legs Around You During Cuddles.

LEON AND GABRIEL BOTH COCK THEIR HEADS IN CONFUSION I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

I Think Gabriel Would Like Doberman Dogs. I Feel Like They'd Get Along.

Madison Mitchell Is Birom Asexual (Also Yes Ik She Had Sex To Try To Have A Kid In The Movie. Still Think She's Ace. I Will Die On This Hill Istg).

Tbh I Think Alex Wesker Is Just So Fuckin Bi. (Tbh I Could See Her Being Bisexual And Aromantic Or Bisexual And Demi Romantic).

Also Idk If I Headcanon Her As Intersex Or A Trans Woman But I Could Reasonably See Her As Either. Either Way I Think She Uses She/Her Pronouns Overall.

Gabriel May Has Brought His Knife On A Date At Least Once Just Cuz He Forgot He Was Holding It.

Herbert West Has Lost His Glasses On His Head.

Albert Wesker Has Also Done This But He Just Put On Another Pair Out Of Habit And Was Just Wearing Double Glasses Till He Eventually Figured It Out/Was Told.

And Finally Every Character Here Likes Getting Their Hair Stroked Affectionately During Cuddle Time

[catinheadlights]

Dying, starving, languishing (a podcast episode I was waiting for didn't release today)

[deliriumgaming]

Twitter might be going in the shitter soon so I might start using this more often, no promises tho

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[ss-trashboat]

@okhanss made up a pretty sheet for me so figured i would share here too!

opening stickie comms back up for mania week! since i will be going to my first one i'm still crying. having a lil sale for ones that will be there as well, and hoping to make some for some babes ~

you can also commission me on my ko-fi here if you'd rather go through there ~

[electoons]

I love the college of winterhold. everyone there is casually deranged and there's like an alarming number of students and staff who threaten you immediately when they meet you. it's always one of the first questlines I do. which makes it even funnier when you get made the arch-mage of the college. I'm level 12 and got through this questline knowing exactly 3 spells. what do you mean you want me to lead the college. this school CANNOT be an accredited institution

[selvepnea]

I can't believe that cigarette post made me look into vapes u_u

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]

[yorshie]

Safe With Leo

bayverse leo x female reader

SFW, reader in peril off screen, injured reader, Leo pining like a TREE, new nickname acquired, reader is not coping well after violence.

(I think the backstory me and @fuckedupcleric decided to go with was reader got carjacked then Leo did his own carjacking to get her back, but it's up for reader interpretation)

“Where do you think you’re going?”

His voice was low and even, at odds with the way his hands were clenched tightly into fists at his sides. Your gaze lingered on where the right was freshly bandaged, the strips of linen tight, the smell of ointment heavy in the air surrounding him.

The hallway where Leo caught you skulking wasn’t very wide. His shell blocked most of the light from the arcade around the corner. You tried, and failed, not to shrink in on yourself, despite the little voice screaming at you that it was Leo, the one person you always felt safe with. Should always feel safe with.

“Can’t sleep.” You told him, finally, honestly, too tired and too jittery to be able to stand the beeping and sterile cleanliness of the needle room. Your voice was a croaky thing, raw from screaming and sobbing yourself hoarse. Your ears rang, where you had deafened yourself in the enclosed space. Your palms and feet were raw, bruised from the concrete and trying to scratch yourself free. Your arms stung underneath where you were gripping onto your biceps in an attempt to hold yourself together. You could feel the deep cuts littered there, even through the bandages underneath the soft sleep shirt covering you. Covering you, you reminded yourself.

Safe with Leo, you told yourself again.

He let out a slow, heavy breath, the kind you were used to hearing directed at Raph, or Mikey, when either was being particularly annoying. It twisted something deep inside your gut, soured the saliva in the back of your mouth. The feeling of being trapped settled back in your gut when he swayed to the side, creating a space for you to slip past him.

He followed you, like a hound shadowing your footsteps, raising the hair along the nape of your neck. You heard him huff, the noise quiet, before he dropped back another step.

His voice was soft, but firm, when you reached the atrium, “Turn left, head to my room.”

You stalled, foot catching on the cold floor, a wince pulling at your mouth before you could hide the pain, “But-”

Leo shook his head, closing his eyes to dismiss your protest, “There’s no way you’re going to sleep on that couch, blossom.”

Blossom.

That was a new nickname. Before tonight, he’d always used your name, formal and polite, or on the rare occasion, if you were being especially sassy, he’d drop ‘princess’ in a smooth and silky voice that never failed to shut you up in a way Raph couldn’t when he teased you.

Tonight, however, Leo hadn’t whispered your name when he’d scooped you out of the trunk of the car hours before. No, it’d been blossom he’d pressed against your bloodied hair, voice wrecked and shaking as he’d cradled you in his arms and bared his teeth at Donnie when his brother had tried to take you away. It had been blossom he’d cooed at you while holding you still so Donnie could bandage the cuts on your arms, back and legs while you cried.

It’d been blossom he’d whispered when everything had become too much and you’d curled up into a little ball, the last word you’d heard when Donnie had ushered everyone out of the needle room.

Hearing it now, your feet resumed automatically, not ready to press and ask questions, not liking the newfound uncertainty that surrounded your feelings where Leonardo was concerned. 

He shadowed you all the way to his room, his normal, soothing demeanor gone, feeling more like a caged animal at your back than the friend you had grown to know these past two years. 

You stalled just inside the door, taking in the neat and orderly room that you’d only seen in passing before. “I don’t… think I should be here.” 

It felt sacrilegious. A privilege you hadn’t earned. An insight to Leo that made your palms sweaty and itchy and your stomach feel like lead. You wanted to be here…

You feared it.

He was watching you with an unreadable expression when you turned. “Do you want to go back to the needle room?”

Needle Room. Just the name sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps and chills breaking out as you recalled the phantom smell of rubbing alcohol and disinfectant.

“No,” you whispered, too tired to keep the petulant edge from your voice despite the fact you knew he hated it.

Leo sighed again, his shoulders moving with the motion, and you idly realized his hands had yet to move, or unclench, from the rigid way he kept them at his sides. “Then, you,” He tipped his beak towards you, then to a point across the room, “bed.” 

He waited, patient as the moon, for you to cross the room, silent as you pulled back the covers and slipped between the sheets. You weren’t sure what to make of the way his eyes lingered for a moment, or of the way tension seemed to bleed out from his frame.

“Get some sleep.” He offered, voice noticeably softer, closer to that rumble you remember from the nightmare of your rescue. “If you need me, I’ll be just down the hall.”

You watched, unblinking, as he turned and disappeared from the doorway, not even a scuff of his feet to announce his departure. 

Maybe you were dreaming, maybe it had been a fictitious Leonardo that had offered the one thing you’d dreamt of, the one thing that you were sure you’d never get to experience. The one wish you’d squashed and squeezed, hoping one day it would disappear completely.

You were in his space. You looked slowly around the room, taking in the little pieces of decor, and the way everything was set just so. It screamed Leo, down to the soft blue blankets you were curled up under. 

Safe. The room told you. Safe from prying eyes, from staticy emotion boiling off other’s bodies, from questions you weren’t in any state to answer.

Safe with Leo.

Your eyelids fluttered, tension bleeding out of your spine with every deep inhale, letting the stale scent of teakwood and jasmine on the sheets, the incense from across the room, the tea on the little table beside your head, swirl together, lulling you to sleep with the scent of Leo.

Safe with Leo.

[firestorm09890]

Y'ALL. Y'ALL so for a long time I've believed that "the sun" in Meursault's story is Carmen, and I went to check Hell's Chicken's dialogue to see exactly how he said that he'd dealt with distortions before, and... you know what else he said?

To my knowledge, it is a phenomenon where an individual morphs into a form often unfit to be considered “human”. It has no known causes, and the appearances were all different.

Unfit to be considered human.

Meursault, who, in his book, was judged by the court to be soulless.

Meursault, who has EGO for Cyborgs who have been so mutilated they barely act like people anymore; a murderer who was experimented on until ceasing to be human; a sheep named after Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, a novel about the humanity of androids and the inhumanity of humans; and now a rose that can't help its bloodsucking nature, based on Carmilla, a vampire whose story emphasized the duality between her vampiric traits and her human ones.

Meursault, who answered Heathcliff's ironic question of if he had metal for brains like this:

I'm placing my bets now, that line from Hell's Chicken is foreshadowing for Meursault's canto even more than "I have witnessed a number of [distortion] cases in the past" was