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gintama making me violently sob over and over again i hate this fucking show (it’s genuinely a masterpiece and everyone should watch it)
#the last opening? made me cry.#bansai? made me cry.#nobunobu? made me cry.#bitches got me crying more than any other show#and i’m not even done yet#i’m fearing for my life#and by life i mean headaches#ow#i just finished watching nobunobu episode though please do not provide spoilers of anything after that 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏#gintama#EVERYONE WATCH IT PLSPLSPLS#IT’S LONG BUT ALMOST EVERY SINGLE EPISODE IS 100% WORTH IT I PROMISE
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#the book of bill gave me total brainrot#I fear they have taken over my life#tried to make bill look scary but then I added the bow tie 💀🙏#gravity falls#the book of bill#bill cipher#stanford pines#billford#toxic old man yaoi#emotional damage#song is I’m Your Man by Mitski#my art <3
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Ceaseless Watcher if it was awesome
#sphinx Jon or watcher embodiment you decide….#either way I’m going pspsspps at it and then being exposed to my worst fears ever for the rest of my life#in a perfect world where I had a bigger will to draw I’d make funny little creatures out of every fear#the magnus archives#magnus archives#tma#my art#digital art#creature design#character design#monster design#magpod#the magnus protocol#tmagp
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Franco Colapinto as the Page of Swords:
The page of swords represents someone embarking on a new idea and a mental adventure. Full of enthusiasm and good cheer, this person is eager to share and discuss their thoughts and plans for what can be.
The Page of Swords is someone who never seems to run out of ideas. They are curious, always asking questions, and gifted with a sharp tongue and quick wit to match. Their aptitude for language also makes them an incredible communicator, and with their love of ideas, you may find them always engaged in some passionate debate.
Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009
#this man has moved me I fear#v heavily requested#usually I’m hashtag NOT a fan of ppl requesting that I draw a driver over and over but#I get it#viva argentina#and such#why is he so charismatic#I can’t believe I. as a lesbian. am a little in love with this man.#anyways#page of swords#this is fully based off of all of the interviews I’ve watched of him!! my Spanish is not the greatest lol but his manner of speaking#he just seems very lively#and his enthusiasm for this sport and the icons in it and his excitement to be there is contagious and def made an impression#he’s also I think now the younger driver (?) on the grid and this card typically represents someone young in your life having news#quick wit….#yeah#this one doesn’t need much of an explanation#so so happy he’s doing well I hope he gets that sauber seat#manifesting#f1#formula 1#f1blr#f1 fanart#annie’s art#formula one fanart#formula 1 fanart#formulanni#franco colapinto#fc43#f1 tarot
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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)
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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)
(Masterlist here)
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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.
Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.
And so, that led Dr. Crane here.
He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.
(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)
Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.
Danny needed ectoplasm.
Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.
The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.
Dr. Crane is not afraid.
He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.
(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)
Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.
(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)
He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.
The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.
As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.
He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.
Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.
He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.
Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.
Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.
Right.
Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.
Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.
The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.
Hopefully this time he got the timing right.
Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.
He thinks of the letter.
Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.
Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.
Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.
Scarecrow did what he had to.
He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.
However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.
Jonathan is no longer shaking.
He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.
With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.
Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.
When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.
Success.
Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.
And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.
At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.
Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.
He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.
“Is that..?”
“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”
Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.
Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.
Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?
And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.
“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?
The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.
Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.
Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.
Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.
He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.
It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.
And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.
“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”
Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.
Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.
“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.
“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”
Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.
“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.
“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”
“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”
Edward gasps dramatically.
“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”
“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”
“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”
“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”
Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.
“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”
“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”
“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”
Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.
“Eddie.”
Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.
“A heart!”
“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”
“Eddie, stop.”
“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”
“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.
“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”
“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”
“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”
“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.
Danny’s jaw drops.
“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.
“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”
“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”
Danny chokes on air.
“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”
Edward pales.
“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.
“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”
With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.
And, as per usual, that silence does not last.
“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”
Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.
“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”
“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”
Jonathan groans.
“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”
“Come on, please?”
“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.
This boy is going to be the death of him.
“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”
Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.
The rest of the day is relatively normal.
Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.
It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.
Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.
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Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.
The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.
He sends a quick message to Red Hood.
Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.
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#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp fic#liminal scarecrow#Jon’s PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare#HDJFNDNDNFKDJF#I am the master of emotional whiplash#rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house#never gonna happen king 🫡#oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore#and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience#and also most of the JL#and some of JL dark#btw Eddie and Jon are besties#they’re both awful but they make it work#when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing he’s gonna get a dose of fear toxin#Eddie isn’t intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane#Jon is the living embodiment of ‘me and my girl don’t argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a man’#also side note I’m not doing any ships in this#because I don’t want to#they are just Like That#if you wanna read it that way though it’s completely fine#also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO
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btw I did these mm klunk & mikey doodles . The cure to all my problems .
#either Mikey lied abt fearing cats or he really is and Klunk was the first cat Mikey wasn’t afraid of LOL#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#mutant mayhem#tmnt mutant mayhem#tales of the tmnt#my art#srry for no real art this weekend :((#I feel bad for anyone that had a cold + being on ur period AT THE SAME TIME . I’m fighting for my life rn
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the newly vassaled gerudo king is inexplicably handed a baby
#tloz#legend of zelda#ocarina of time#oot#zelda#ganondorf#i actually think he would’ve been a teenager or so around the time zelda was born but. this is just for sillies so#and no idea when he actually swore fealty to the king. i actually feel like it might’ve been a bit before the events of the game#in my head it’s like. the war just ended and impa hasn’t been assigned as zelda’s attendent yet#and newborn baby zelda is somewhat of an afterthought atm and whoever was holding her before suddenly had urgent business to take care of#and ganondorf is like the most visible person in the vicinity and also everyone is treating him like shit because he Just Lost The War#and no one takes him seriously anymore despite Everything so it’s like haha oh ok so i’m just demoted to Giant Babysitter huh#for the next 5-10 minutes or so. i’m not apoplectic or anything rn#already having one of the most humiliating depressing weeks of my entire life what’s one more humiliating thing#meanwhile baby zelda is like *has no object permanence or sense of fear yet* Holy Shit Its Boar From My Visions
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Bakugou asks you to join him during one of his photoshoots for a pro hero campaign. he doesn’t understand the point of it, nor why he has to only be in his underwear, but he doesn’t mind it much when he gets to look over to your shy little face.
you’re propped up in a corner on an old couch, laptop perched in your lap, its glare bright despite the way you never really look at it. you’re supposed to be catching up on some work, but you’ve been distracted by the glorious sight that is the love of your life.
when he looks at you, do you duck down, eyes suddenly focused on your screen again. it only makes him smile a little, step away from the assistant of the photographer who comes up to him, calls out your name.
“Huh?” your head whips up with a quickness neither of you expect, goes to show just how invested you really were with your work. but Bakugou only grins at you now, jerking his chin over to you as he grabs the bottle of oil the assistant was trying to pour over him.
“C’mere and gimme a hand, won’t ya?” he asks you, boyish smile gracing his face as he tilts his head at you. immediately, your face warms as you put together the request that’s suddenly dropped in your lap. everyone in the studio looks at you, with both envious and excited gazes, and it only makes you shrink in on yourself.
“I hate you.” you mutter under your breath when you finally rise up from your place on the couch, which he somehow hears. but Bakugou only laughs at you, grabs you by the waist when you’re close enough to kiss you breathless in front of everybody, before he’s handing off the oil to you.
“Such an attention whore,” you whisper when you’re close, the air between the two of you thick. everyone tries to look away, give you guys a bit of privacy, but it’s hard when such a soft and amused look passes over the usually rough and hardened hero’s face.
“Only for your attention.” he grunts back to you, holding his arms out for you to start dripping the oil down his skin. it’s a sensual gesture, the softness between you two sliding into something more, something that you only ever reserve for the bedroom.
you tip the bottle over his shoulders until it drips down his chest, massaging it all in with your hands in crude, circular motions. you can see the way he bites his lip, ignore the way he looks at you down the bridge of his nose lest you two create a scene not meant for the public eye. you gather more oil, warm it between your palms, kneeling in front of him to help massage it into the defined muscles of his stomach.
you ignore the twitch in front of you, swallowing thickly, glancing up to Bakugou who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet. you mouth at him to behave, but he only grins, something feral.
“We only need it above the waistband.” the photographer suddenly calls out, snapping you back to attention. you stand on shaky knees, nodding with your eyes casted low, ashamed, that your freak of a man had you doing something so…so—
“Go wait in my dressing room, yeah?” Bakugou asks you, pulling you in close to peck at the corner of your mouth. “Gonna wrap this shit up.” he promises you, and you can only nod silently, mind going a mile a minute. but before you go, you remember to grab the oil. just in case.
#I hope this makes sense and sorry that it’s This.#I’m sleepy and having an allergic reaction and it’s HELL!!!!!!!#and I’m also coming on my cycle life just won’t stop beating my ass#on the other hand I really enjoyed my schoolwork this week which was a nice relief#I have a week left and I’m so happy bc I’ll finally have more time to write what I want again!!!#bakugou treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#also I’ve talked about model bkg before but I can never get enough of him I fear#him as a model or even just modeling in general does something to me#mr pretty face with such a terrible attitude and such a brat bc he wants only you for everything#I need him terribly so
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likeness practice with a more simplified style featuring everyone’s favorite gay people and probably the prettiest ice ive ever drawn?????
#my art#pete fearing for his life mitchell#and tom too gay to function kazansky#seriously tho i’m very proud of that lower ice#i think i’m finally getting their likeness down properly#y’all aren’t seeing the fifteen mavs i drew and deleted before landing here#icemav#icemav fanart#top gun#top gun 1986#top gun fanart#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#enthyrea art
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today martyn said that (in his canon) the watchers have been purposefully trying to keep grian from being boogey and he also said that grian, as a watcher, also feeds on the fear of the players. therefore it can be concluded that by depriving grian of the boogey curse the watchers are trying to starve him and keep down his power levels in this essay i will,
#grian#limited life#watching waiting#the watchers#i’m just trying to tag this so people can filter it lol#watcher grian#seriously though thank god for martyn his lore interpretations? AWESOME#i’ve loved the concept of watchers and by extension grian feeding on fear since it was first brought up#it’s gonna be rotating in my brain forever now
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deny me
angstyyyyyy!!!!! bestfriend!chris x fem!reader, unrequited luvvvv
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𖦹 genre: fluffy angst, no happy ending (unless i decide to do an alternate version) ✄༝𑁤
𖦹 word count: 547 𖧧
𖦹 a/n: first thing i’ve written on here yippie🧚🏻♀️ also do i tell my friend/producer i’m using their song for plot inspiration. stream grace gardner everyone they fucking rock
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it felt painfully safe to lie in his arms.
any moment with him, really, made her heart plummet deep into her gut. her rosy thoughts of him felt wrung out like a towel every time they were together. each minute gnawed at the fragile bones of a fading daydream. for once, she actually wished her best friend liked her more than that.
unfortunately, he was respectful.
they’d known each other since childhood, always seeing movies together at the local theatre and getting ice cream across the street afterwards. she knew which monopoly piece he’d choose (the terrier) and he knew which ice cream truck character she’d pick (spider-man). only those who have surpassed love and found themselves in a deeper bond could remember details like that.
which is why it hurt so much more once she realized she was falling. honestly, it felt more like repeatedly tumbling over exposed roots and snarled branches in a cliffside nosedive. she chuckled bitterly to herself at the cartoonish image, eliciting a raspy “hmmm?” from the sleepy arms around her.
“oh.. was that out loud?” she mumbled bashfully, as reality yanked her back from imagination. she turned to look up at the boy sitting next to her on the couch, who nodded slowly. his half-lidded but steady eye contact would have made her collapse if she wasn’t already curled up against him. a vague redness crept towards her face, and she struggled to ignore the corners of his mouth twitching towards an amused smile.
“what are you thinking about?” he asked softly, laying a gentle finger on the skin between her eyebrows. she tried to disregard the idea that superheroes ever had the ability to read minds. her eyes wandered to the collar of his hoodie, which had slipped enough to let his collarbone taunt her, dare her, to move closer.
and if the lights were dimmer, she wouldn’t have seen it.
a violet, blooming there on his chest. a mark of someone else’s teeth and lust. a tear begged to be set free, pricking the corner of her eye. she prayed her mascara would remain faithful and squeezed her eyes shut.
“hey,” he whispered, pulling her into a tighter hug. she melted against his neck, idly chewing on the sleeve of her sweatshirt as her focus dissolved. this particular sleeve had a heart-shaped patch sewn onto it, a playful gift from her best friend. it felt ironic now, knowing her feelings would only cause trouble if she let them show.
the warmth of his lips just inches from her forehead was devastating. her skin ached for contact, and she mindlessly tilted her head upwards. her gaze met azure, caged by enviably long lashes. the delicate beauty of his features overwhelmed her, and she quickly glanced down to the offensive blossom on his neck.
she contemplated bringing it up, knowing every response would shatter her. the sight was torturous, and she felt her tether to paradise disintegrating as she pointed. her mouth opened slightly, and she felt the pressure behind her eyes threatening to betray her.
his eyes followed the line of her finger and felt his heart wilt. they shared an understanding, silent moment, and he pretended not to notice the tear that traced an apologetic line down his shoulder.
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#Spotify#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#xoxo🐇#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x reader#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo fluff#sturniolo angst#angst#fluff#fluffy angst#unrequited love#grace gardner#i’m sorry#i’m not actually sorry#this is how i feel#every time i hear this song#grace wrote this abt my life i fear
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Wally talks to his dad about his love life
Home I feel is a really good listener (maybe a little too good since he eavesdrops a lot on accident- very observant of his surroundings)
cw minor obsessive/possessive behavior on first photo under cut
I remember I freaked out years ago when I found out some bugs, specially some spiders, have lil beaned peets
#I will never get over that fact it’s the cutest thing ever#I think that’s what cured me from my fear of spiders LMAOOO#That and djmm#B e a n s#Welcome home#welcome home howdy#welcome home wally#welcome home home#howdy pillar#wally darling#wallypillar#howdydarling#funfact I was gunna draw some ship stuff for mob au with these two#Bbbbbut u h h h h h h#Every single time I ask anything relationship wise with mob howdy and Wally it’s like-#R e a l l y a b u s i v e JDHFHHDJDJDJ#I had a fic where I asked if howdy was married and he depressively said yeah#And I was like “why u so sad dawg isn’t married life supposed to be good specially with someone so powerful”#And he’s like “yeah but I’m just seen as another object- if anything the torture got worse afterwards-“#And I was like o h#And I ran away with him LMAOO#But then later we got caught by Wally and Wally killed me rip JDHDHDDH#In “canon” mob Wally marrying someone who is a part of the “mob family” he would treat mostly gently#However when it comes to howdy he would still use him as a punching bag#Howdy rarely gets any sleep- and to then be bound by the boss? Who never sleeps and is incapable of doing so? W h a c k#Another funfact#Since Wally can’t sleep he would stare at his (current/possible) partner while they sleep#Very awkward
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I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees
draw Resh oiled up or I’m snatching ur knees
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I am gonna go die in a corner now
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WHY DID I COMMIT SO HARD TO THIS?! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHITPOST 😂😭
#skyblr#sky cotl#sky children of the light#king resh#art#character#shitpost#I committed to the bit too hard#no regrets#a couple hours of my life wasted#art blog#artist#artists on tumblr#my art#fan art#digital art#artwork#original art#digital artist#rendered art#rendered#shit post#help#i’m insane#answer#ask inbox#ask box#fear me#i chose violence today#fucking jumpscare
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in these booping times may i offer you some art i’m working on?
#life is strange#chloe price#chloe price fanart#pricefield#lis fanart#max caulfield#i can feel this game digging it’s claws back into my brain i might play it again i fear#on top of the million other games i’m playing atm#i just love it sm#the soundtrack is everything to me as well#nothing beats it
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By the time cars were invented, Jonah Magnus was already well into the body hopping game, which raises the question: has he ever actually learn to drive? Did this man sit through driver’s ed? Or has he just been getting out of legal repercussions for his shit driving by telling the cops everything he knows about their deepest darkest secrets every time he gets pulled over?
#the magnus archives#tma#jonah magnus#elias bouchard#tma spoilers#au in which real elias is alive in there because Jonah needs someone who can tell him what the road signs mean#poor man is forced to spend the rest of his days as a literal backseat driver for a pseudo-immortal douchebag#perish the thought#I’m sure someone has already asked this question by now but I can’t stop thinking about it#some people have pointed out that he would ride the tube which makes sense too.#btw this post is 100% inspired by how much I used to fear for my LIFE any time i was in a car while my grandpa was driving#genuinely terrifying experience grandpa stop it please quit turning your entire body around to talk to me while I’m sitting in the back sea#why are you driving with one foot for the pedal the other foot for the brake one hand on the steering wheel and NO EYES ON THE ROAD
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Y’all ever write fanfic so hard that you end up accidentally finding your passion in computer science at the age of 25 and then randomly apply for college and get in and then end up really enjoying programming and network security more than literally anything you’ve ever studied in your life and you can’t fucking articulate why in god’s name you ended up getting into IT because if you said you ended up getting into IT due to writing a Stargate fan fiction the length of the Book Of Mormon where two IT Rats start an economy based around selling pirated media in another galaxy people would literally think you’re insane? or is that just me?
#stargate fan fiction made me get into computer science 😭😭😭#bro this CANNOT be real#I literally haven’t written the fanfic in ages bc I’ve been so pumped for college#and then now I’m in college and I’m VP communications and I understand what’s going on more than like 90% of my class#because I researched so much for my stupid fucking fan fiction#I swear to god stargate CANNOT keep having this much of an impact on my fucking life#not a bad imagine#personal post lmfao#a unique and experience I fear
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