#i woke up at like 1am

[ghostorbz]

What

[zhongrin]

hello sweeties! i'm going back home today to take a whole two-weeks++ break from everything, which will probably include actively posting in general.

i might still pop in to ramble and scrumble sometimes, but i want to try harder to be present at the moment so i can spend lots of quality time with my family and recharge! meanwhile, my queue will run as per usual. if you leave any asks/replies/mentions, i may see it, but i might only reply once my mini-holiday concludes.

thank you always for your support and i hope to see you again all refreshed and de-stressed ✨🩷

[screamingcrows]

I thought about it and decided @mrskreideprinz gets both, so here is prompt 28. "Please help me"

Il Dottore x reader below. Uhh comfort?

How long you'd been standing in the doorway was a mystery rivalling the ones lining the heavy wooden desk across the room. Or perhaps that was your own mind playing tricks again.

Today had simply been too much.

The room was dimly lit as usual, a far less sterile appearance than his treasured laboratories and workshops.

Scattered papers no doubt equivalent to an entire forest lay scattered across the unforgiving floor, deemed less important than the numerous others carefully arranged in folders lining countless shelves. The ones unoccupied by his personal collection of books and records of various forms least.

Dottore had remained hunched over his desk at an odd angle for the entirety of your impromptu visit. His desk had been arranged so he would face away from the door, he did not receive guests nor hold any meetings in his sanctuary.

Visitors were not taken to kindly, and certainly not when the door had been locked and his beaked mask discarded for the night, sharp visage peering towards any potential intruders.

Guilt weighed about as heavily upon your heart as the key did in your palm.

Outside, the aurora danced across the sky, countless stars shining through the coloured ribbons. His shadowy figure appeared almost surreal with the shifting outline.

It made you want to throw up. You knew this was unreasonable, there was nothing to do nor was your current state in any shape his fault. It simply happened from time to time.

The world too much and you too little for it was what your mind would whisper in the dark hours spent in solitude.

'Please help me' was what you wished you could say.

A sigh left him in time with the shrill protests of old wood as he straightened, 'if it creaks it holds', a silly proverb a few of the younger segments favoured whenever their mechanical creations would sound a second from death.

"At least come in and close the door."

The steady scratch of graphite never ceased, every move of his hand accompanied by a nervous twitch of yours.

Dottore hadn't asked you to leave, that was the important part. Except a part of you wished he had. The gnawing feeling eating away behind your ribs would have an explanation then.

As would the dull throb of your head and the shake of your hands and-

A singular word emphasised the deafening emptiness as his pen stopped moving, "Sit."

Head lowered in defeat; utterly uncertain what battle you'd even lost, you followed the simple instruction and stepped closer. In a familiar exchange, your body halted for further direction, eyes flickering to the stool tucked away in a corner.

Dottore pushed away from the desk, turning his body a fraction towards you in a silent call. Gladly, you obliged with relief dampening your lashes as you settled.

Nothing chased away the cold quite like his delicate warmth. If you couldn't feel the telltale heartbeat against your back, perhaps it'd been easy to mistake him for artificial with how he always seemed to run just a little warmer than expected.

But there were no wires beneath the hand that snaked around your wrist, wholly organic as crooked fingers sunk into your flesh, a single thumb peeking under the fabric.

Testing. Asking.

The touch didn't burn, nor did it tear at your skin, so you remained silent, letting out a shaky breath as more of his palm met with your skin.

Although you knew he commanded the will of many, the deliberate way he forced your attention to his touch only never ceased to stun you.

He could've said his hand was covered in analgesic salve and you'd have believed it, relishing the calm that slowly crept along your nerves.

Perhaps you'd dozed, fallen victim to the steady breathing, deep scent of coffee, and the safety of his arms, at least you couldn't quite recall when he'd pushed away the papers and reached for a book instead.

The weight of his chin upon your shoulder was grounding, a stark contrast to the erratic flutter brought on by his lips carefully pressing to your neck.

"It will be a while before I finish," his voice was coarse, from disuse or overuse was impossible to know without inquiring about his day.

Regardless, you'd make a pot of tea before he could rise tomorrow, white tea with sumeru rose buds and dried zaytun peaches being a favourite method of awakening he'd never admitted to.

But that was the beauty of it all, you realised, words were far from necessary.

Perhaps today was enough and tomorrow would be fine.

[jkvjimin]

i will bite him

[nine-aetharia]

MUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRDDDD

[dreamieparadise]

Random scene that came to mind:

Hayato and Momina paired up in science class to do an experiment. Hayato takes over the entire experiment, so Momina decides to be helpful by gathering the supplies he'd need for the next portion of the experiment. Every time Hayato is about to ask for an item, he turns to find Momina standing there already holding it. He silently accepts the item and continues. Every time this happens, he gets more and more paranoid... how does she know just what he needs!?! AN UMA?!

Momina is reading the instructions...

[halitis]

my boyfriend is drunk right now and im really enjoying these messages

[laugtherhyena]

I really hope the bed is actually possessed by Bedman and isn't just the programing going haywire that's making it act like that. Not only because it means the siblings are finally together after so long, albeit not in the best way, but also because i really like the idea that this guy who spent pretty much his whole life resting does not get rest in peace after his death.

Bedman's last words were how he "must atone" and what better way is there than be denied eternal rest and have your soul linger around earth in the broken up form of the machine he used to hurt and kill people for years, being forced to live in this barely functional mess of wires and machinery for god knows how long, maybe forever.

[euporie-art]

stupid ms paint doodle

[kiwiwisdeathday]

I keep seeing posts n stuff about people's hc heights for the tribes so now it's my turn:) enjoy

(smallest to biggest)

Starting off with hivewings!! no true solid explanation but yeah

Leafwings. Only being a little taller than hivewings, they're small due to their ground dwelling habits unlike their tribe-mates, hivewings and silkwings who usually lived in or above the trees before the war. If they were given enough time in the poison jungle, they would've easily outgrown silkwings.

Next is silkwings:) they also have the biggest wings of any pantalan tribes, using this to their advantage by fanning their wings out to look even bigger since they're (for the most part) defenseless aside from their silk.

SandWings are small to help regulate their body temperature, though it's possible they could become smaller if regularly dealing with a scarcity of resources. They are a very well known tribe for trading, and tend to not have to deal with such things as much as they used to before trading and having a currency.

post-volcano nightwings are the opposite, and suffer from lack of resources unlike sandwings. They are somewhat prone to giantism, but usually don't live as long unless pampered(a good example of that is Morrowseer).

Rainwings. Rainwings are relatively bigger than their (now) nightwing neighbors due to a lack of conflict from other tribes and abundance of food and other necessities over the years.

Inland icewings are much bigger than rainwings. They also deal with a lack of food since most life gathers by the more coastal regions of the icewing kingdom. While they've tried many times to move there, an icewing subspecies(coastal icewings) which usually consists of icewings with higher circle rankings and royals, end up chasing them back. (Also kind of random but like. what if they had that anti freeze stuff that some animals have??)

mudwings:) also no solid explanation for this, sorry

I hc skywings as having sexual dimorphism similar to birds of prey where females and males are different sizes, so this is about the size of your average male skywing! also hehe tiny trans skywing when

I'm shocked I didn't put seawings higher on the list but yeah. I imagine this would be the average-ish height but it probably varies a LOT. some seawings can grow almost as big as a coastal icewing, or as small as a rainwing. All depends where that bloodline grew up at ig

Pre-volcano nightwings were much, much bigger than their modern day counterparts, making them even more feared with or without their powers. The altitudes at which they live are cold, similar to skywings, eventually giving them a resistance to it.

skywings again, this time the average female height

And lastly coastal icewings. big guys:) The royal icewing family tends to consist of coastals fun fact

anyways yeah! SO SORRY IF SOME OF THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE USGSJH

[scalproie]

really wish people would realize that every single character endings in t8 isnt canon

[veone]

🥡Sun Bleached™️

Act 1: Schism—Beginning--- Previous---Next

[anto-pops]

I went from gaslighting myself into believing I was just seeing things to having a mouse run across my foot yesterday and now I’m fighting an all out war against the army of them that invaded my house ;;

[whataboutyouisamascot]

Discovering how to use stuffed animals to relieve pain while trying to sleep makes me feel vindicated in being an adult with a fair amount of stuffed animals

[harukapologist]

im thinking about familial 0107 .... I hardly know any enjoyers of it except some of my moots and these two Korean artists on twitter .they should talk about being queer and come out to each other and be a silly father son pair guys

[hychlorions]

iwon't lie guys the entire day my dash has looked like this i haven't seen a single photo in years