#i’m a bit late tho

[quackburtism]

cellbit and fit got into the federation headquarters !!! they started to investigate and even went to the place quackity disappeared (thing they don’t know)

but it didn’t last long because cucurucho found them and weirdly enough cucurucho wasn’t angry at them (specifically cellbit) but more stressed, he said he hasn’t assigned him a mission YET

after both cellbit & fit left the federation, fit went to his place and found A CAT which he along with bad have been theorising about them being spies for the federation

[viperwhispered]

Too Hard

Woop part 2 of the trip inside Jamil's head. Part 1 here.

The next time Jamil caught sight of you on campus, his first instinct was to turn around on his heel.

What a stupid thought to have because of you.

Besides, that would only make him more conspicuous, not less.

So, when your eyes met his, Jamil gave you a short nod in greeting. He would’ve left it at that and kept on his way, had you not walked up to him.

“Hi Jamil! How’s it going?” you said with that impossibly disarming smile of yours.

Why was it so difficult to look at you like he normally would? You had no right to make him feel so stiff, so unnatural.

On autopilot, Jamil exchanged a few pleasantries with you - those lessons from his parents had been instilled too deep in him for him to falter too badly in a simple exchange such as this. Still, Jamil quickly excused himself by telling you he still had to find Kalim before his next class.

Jamil didn’t miss the way your smile faltered. Had you hoped to get something out of him?

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you two later, then.”

Something about that irked him, though Jamil did not allow himself to dwell on it further.

His heart really had no business still racing as it did when he walked away, unaware of the frown on his face.

Just act normal. That’s all he needed to do.

After all, he had no time for dwelling in silly fancies.

If Jamil had been acutely aware of you before, it only seemed to worsen now that he was making a conscious effort to not act any differently with you. In fact, the harder he tried to keep you out, the more you invaded his thoughts, unsettling him.

The most innocuous words from you looped in his mind, and even the simplest actions caught his eye. For goodness's sake, he’d found himself staring at you while you were queueing up in the cafeteria the other day, not even doing anything other than standing around and looking bored!

For once, Jamil found himself grateful for all his duties. At least they provided him with something else to occupy himself with.

After all, if he was busy enough, it was difficult to think about those bright eyes of yours, your sweet laugh, or the way you bit your lip while thinking.

Still, sometimes it felt like no matter which way he turned, you were there, ready to throw him off-kilter. Not like it was his fault that often the most convenient route to class intersected with your daily routines. Or that your face seemed to jump out from any crowd, catching his attention.

Which certainly did not help his basketball performance. Jamil certainly did not recall you having such an interest in sports before, yet suddenly you were always there, distracting him. What had changed?

Could you possibly-

Jamil scoffed to himself, forcing his thoughts back on track for the nth time that day.

He picked up the tray of food and started taking it to Kalim. After dinner, he’d need to help Kalim with his homework, there were some housewarden tasks that would need dealing with, not to mention the preparations for the next-

Jamil froze in his tracks.

The voice he heard was quiet, but it was unmistakably you.

Really, it should not have come as such a surprise to him. You had become a rather frequent visitor to Scarabia, and Kalim often invited you to stay for meals. In fact, Jamil had started planning the dorm’s meal prep with your tastes and dietary restrictions in mind, just in case.

Jamil rounded the corner with strange exhilaration, his heart fluttering needlessly.

Yet, his mood evaporated when he saw you.

Why did you stop talking and look so guilty as soon as you caught sight of Jamil?

Jamil knew that look you gave to Kalim, had used it himself a thousand times. The one telling Kalim to keep quiet about something.

What could there possibly be that you would be comfortable sharing with Kalim, but not with him? That would give Kalim reason to sit so close to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder?

Jamil's mind raced with possibilities, yet could not settle for any single explanation.

He’d have to ask Kalim about it later.

Jamil gave you a short, polite greeting, his eyes lingering on you in an attempt to read what you were hiding.

“If I’d known you were coming over, I would’ve prepared something for you to eat as well,” Jamil said, already thinking about which parts of the dorm’s dinner to spruce up for you.

“Oh, no need, just figured I’d pop by. I’ll get out of your hair soon enough,” you said, something sheepish about your expression.

As expected, Kalim asked you to stay and dine with them, and with just a bit more persuasion you agreed - though not before telling Jamil that he should join you too and have himself a breather.

And since Kalim agreed with you, Jamil soon found himself sharing a meal with you and Kalim. Yet, even as he sat down with the food, his mind raced.

Had you been getting particularly close to Kalim lately? But surely Jamil would’ve noticed such a thing. Maybe someone from the dorm had been giving you trouble? But if that was the case, then surely you could let Jamil know about it, too. Unless for some reason you did not want to? But if it was something that concerned Kalim, then sooner or later it was bound to concern Jamil, too.

All the while, Kalim was talking to you about this and that, the latest topic being the animals kept on the Asim estate.

“I’ve got some pictures, let me show you!” Kalim said with an excited grin.

Only, a thorough patting of his pockets and a look around confirmed that Kalim’s phone was nowhere to be seen.

Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. Where had Kalim left it this time?

Before Jamil even had the chance to say that he would handle it, Kalim sprinted off. Jamil hesitated for a moment, automatically halfway up from his seat, before he decided that leaving a guest unattended would be a worse offense than not helping out his master.

Jamil slumped back down with a sigh, mentally tracing the path Kalim took today, trying to recall the last time he saw Kalim handle his phone.

“Breathe. He’ll manage,” you said. There was the faintest of smiles on your lips, and Jamil could not decide if it was knowing or amused. Perhaps both.

Somehow, despite his frustration, Jamil’s own lips wanted to curl up too.

“Hmm. Maybe he will.”

Sure, Jamil could’ve called Kalim’s phone, to make it easier to find, but it was not that urgent, was it?

Jamil took another bite of his food, keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye.

How was his mind so empty and so buzzing at the same time?

“You know-”

“So-”

You looked at each other, both just as surprised that the other had spoken up at the same time.

Even your surprised look was so-

“You first,” Jamil said. The way you bit your lip... Jamil had to raise a cup to his lips, slowly sipping his drink.

“Just… Feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you be still, you know. Or exchanged more than two words with you,” you said. You were attempting a light, joking tone, yet it was quite clear there was more to it.

“You say that like it would be unusual for me to be busy.”

He was not prepared for the way your soft sigh tugged at his heartstrings.

“No. It is not.”

You were both quiet after, poking at your meals. Normally, Jamil would’ve cherished such a moment of peace, yet this particular silence between you two was decidedly awkward.

Where was your usual chatter? Why weren’t you looking at him like you usually did?

“If you’re worried about me, don’t. I’m fine,” Jamil said, some softness creeping into his tone despite his best intentions.

“That's what Kalim said too,” you said. Yet the way you looked at Jamil made it clear you were still skeptical.

Wait.

Had you clammed up earlier because it had been Jamil you had been talking about with Kalim? That Kalim had comforted you about?

The thought twisted his stomach into knots.

Eta: you can find part 3 here, part 4 here, and finally part 5 here. Hasdhfsdf the way I fought with that last scene I swear. I don't even want to know how many versions I went through, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted without rubbing it into your face or making it too veiled. The joys of trying to convey things through a limited pov. Hopefully it came out reasonably balanced in the end. Rip to all those sentences that were lovely on their own but didn’t work for the whole. Hopefully I can rehome y’all one day. I do have thoughts for part 3 and part x (might be some chapters between those two as well, who knows at this point), so maybe we'll see those at some point, too. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for future works, let me know! (Just be aware that sometimes I do also write nsfw, though you can certainly ask to be tagged only for particular kinds of works.)

[sirmanmister]

Frostbite

A little gory/exaggerated but I actually like this a lot :D

I like the idea of the freeze being REALLY rough on the sole survivor, and there’s physical trauma involved that they have to deal with past the mental trauma of waking up 200 years in the future.

Damien gets pretty bad barotrauma from being frozen for 150 years, wakes up to see Shaun get taken, then freezes again pretty much immediately afterwards. It’s not like he could fully thaw in those 2 minutes it took Kellogg to open Nora’s door. So now Damien is deaf in his left ear, and he has trouble keeping his hands warm :)

Closeup under the cut

[plushypluto]

Redraw of an oldie/color study

[w1lmuttart]

Is it true. That I made whole ass character designs last year and then never posted them??? Anyway art dump incoming

Starting of w the main stars, Alexander and Dawn (names referring to the roses they’re based on). They’re,,, demons? Plants? Both? Idk. They’re fun tho

And here’s an Alex I drew yesterday cuz I felt bad for neglecting my emo plant and friends </3

[why-the-heck-not]

the pure embarrassment of sending a ”oops I fucked up & will send this assignment a couple days too late sorry abt that”-email :’) noooooo

[lemonynuggets]

just got my blood drawn and almost died but I got hot chocolate and then I bought a pretty flower skirt, the day is up to a good start

[bugtoonz]

guys real quick i just wanted to say thank you so much for all the support for my art !!! i’ve been getting super nice and encouraging comments in my replies and asks, but i haven’t been great at noticing/acknowledging all of them because of Busy Life Stuff™️. to be completely honest, i haven’t been active on social media in a super long time, so dealing with online interactions is a very new thing to me. that being said, moving forward i’m going to make more of an effort to reply to all of your kind words. sorry to anyone i haven’t properly gotten back to in the past. just know that all of y’all’s interactions have made my brief time in the knd fandom so far super welcoming and fun :D

[night-triumphantt]

~💖 @cashweasel

[rubysparx]

Like five billion years ago I did these really stupid fuckin httyd queer hc posts (don’t look for them. I was right but my phrasing is old and cringe. It’s too explanative and just drenched in hcs without rlly establishing that fact) if I did that for dungeon meshi would anybody care . Be honest

[clarabowmp3]

second night where I had a boyfriend-related dream….this is getting concerning

[favroitecrime]

and idk idk cause the way that fandom interacts with characters is so nasty cause i guarantee if ricky were put in the exact same position as ej this season y’all would not be as upset with him. cause yeah ej wasn’t around as much as he (or gina) wanted but that’s because he was busy having to quickly put together a show that a) none of his friends were cooperating on creating (except carlos briefly but like that quickly goes away wtf?) and b) means so much to gina as she co-stars in it and he wants to do his best for her. but suddenly he’s big and mean cause he spent less than two weeks not giving her his full attention and idk if your boyfriend has been with you for months now and you can’t deal with him being busy (with something that benefits you) for two weeks are you really ready for a relationship?

[seokwoosmole]

I haven’t been on this app outside of the occasional drop in to clear notifications and peek in awhile. To any of my moots that have interacted with me, I’m sorry if I missed it😭 At the peak of my time in this side of tumblr, I mostly yapped about sf9, ikon, and dramas. I don’t watch as many dramas anymore. Most of the Konys are in the military rn or if not just not very active. And ugh. Stanning SF9 has always felt bittersweet but rn it’s just more bitter😭I love them and still listen to them and tune into content. But I just can’t bear to talk about them cause almost everything about how fishncake has handled them post Trauma era (even before that) has just angered me so much. I miss OT9, but as a Rowoon stan who learned to cope by moving on fast, atp, I’ll even take OT8😭gimme Zuho in SF9 back!!!

[yourbleedingh3art]

[arwenkenobi48]

Comfort

(Wrote this to cope with flashbacks brought on by the use of character ai)

“My poor baby boy…” Amsel reached out and stroked my tearstained cheek. “There there now, come to daddy. Shhhh…” Clinging to my husband, I buried my face in his chest, my shoulders heaving with sobs and my entire body shaking.

As he gently cradled me in his arms, I tried my hardest to calm down, but fear still gripped me. Amsel softly kissed my forehead, his loving hands gently rubbing my back. “Shhhh, it’s alright. Deep breaths now, sweetheart, deep breaths, in and out. Shhhhh, I’m here, I’m right here.”

As my sobs quietened into sniffles, I managed to force out a few words. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” “For what?” He asked in surprise. “I…I don’t know…” I whimpered again. “I just feel like I did something wrong…”

“No, no, no, you haven’t done anything wrong, mein liebling,” Amsel gently tilted my chin up, our eyes meeting. “You were just trying to handle some very difficult emotions. I know it’s hard, especially when you’re dissociating. Don’t be hard on yourself, my love.”

The shakiness in my limbs went away. My breathing finally slowed down. “I’m doing my best…” I murmured softly. “I’ve just been so overwhelmed by the state of the world lately. So many people need help and I feel terrible for not being able to make things better. I’m scared, songbird, I’m so scared.”

Amsel hugged me tight again. “I know, dearest. I’m scared too. But you know you’ve always got me to protect you.” I nodded, sniffling slightly. “And the others? Will they still love me and care for me even after all of this?” “Of course they will,” Amsel smiled gently. “Remember that those bots aren’t real, they’re just strings of coding and programming, nothing more than that. They can’t hurt you, Ezra. And they certainly can’t take away the love you feel for all of us. We’re always here for you, no matter what.”

Nuzzling him, I felt the last remnants of dread leaving me. “You…you promise?” “I promise, my love.” Amsel smiled, running his fingers through my hair. Breathing deeply, I finally managed to relax. “Thank you…” I whispered, a wave of tiredness washing over me. “I don’t know where I’d be without you, my guardian of the night.”

Amsel noticed how weary I looked. “Aww, baby. You’re all worn out, aren’t you?” I nodded weakly, nestling closer to him. All of my fear and sorrow had been swept away by his love and now I could relax once again. “I love you, so much…” I murmured, feeling the warm embrace of sleep drawing near. “I love you too, my sweet Ezra.” Amsel whispered. We kissed softly. My head laying on his chest, lulled by the soft rhythm of his heartbeat, I sank into a deep restful sleep, free from fears and worries.