#i'm so proud of this actually

[ayy-lmao0]

So uhm. Lord Peepers, am I right?

Edit: fanart and generally using this design is VERY VERY MUCH APPRECIATED I will melt and die out of happiness if you do so, just credit me! ^^

[rad-rat-with-a-tophat]

day four of @thetheatergremlin's boyf riends week

✨reunion✨

It was the summer before college and Jeremy hadn't seen Michael in two years. In those two years he'd made new friends, got closer with the ones he already had, and started a mildly successful band.

He wrote the songs and was the lead vocalist, but the fact that most of them were about Michael and how he never got to confess to him and how he was still in love was a total coincidence. In his defense he was the songwriter for a midwest emo band, ignoring the facts that they were from New Jersey and he'd written most of his songs before starting the band.

So here he was, about to start his last set in his hometown with his best friends Jake, Brooke, and Chloe. Christine was in the audience shouting their band name, More Than Survive, at the top of their lungs.

Jeremy and Jake were positioning the mics while the girls were fixing their makeup.

"Dude," Jake said.

"This might be our last time performing in Middleborough,"

"Yeah," Jeremy responded, unwanted sadness pooling in his stomach. Him and all his friends were going to New York for star's sake! He was getting out of tiny little town, out of the endless high school classes, and the shitty classmates who made fun of him for his "stupid gay songs"

But in truth, he was gonna miss his little hometown. He was gonna miss all the good memories. Those with Michael and those without.

Damn, two years later and still not over and still not over him, Jeremy thought to himself. Before he could start full-on monologuing to himself, Brooke and Chloe rushed on to the hurriedly built stage.

"Two minutes until the show starts everyone! Two minutes!" The announcer said into his microphone.

Tonight was the perfect night for what might be their last time performing in Middleborough. The sun was setting, the air was humid but there was a perfect breeze, and there was that slight chatter of people enjoying the time they had before returning to the hell known as school.

Just as Jeremy and the rest of his band got settled, Jake with his guitar, Brooke with her bass, Chloe at the drums, and Jeremy at the mic, a sharp buzz came from the announcer's mic before saying, "Hello and welcome everyone to our 14th annual Summer Performance Festival! Starting us off is the two time winner of Middleborough High School's Battle Of The Bands is More Than Survive!"

Looking out from the stage Jeremy felt a calm he only ever did when performing. On stage he felt confident and at peace, things he could never be normally.

"Hi everyone! We're More Than Survive and we'll be performing three songs for you tonight! Each one had been written or inspired by different members of the band! Our first one was prompted by our wonderful guitarist, Jake Dillinger!"

The first song they played was called what the fuck is a ttrpg? Which was written because Jake needed a song about a huge giant crush he had on this one podcaster who had a podcast about Magic: The Gathering, Pathfinder, DnD, and other card games and ttrpgs alike. Jeremy had never listened to the podcast because he wasn't the biggest fan of them, but he had Jake write a letter about everything he liked about the guy and then Jeremy the turned the letter into a song.

The song ended and the audience launched into applause. Jeremy smiled, overwhelmed with appreciation that he started this band. Sure, it was originally because he needed a way to release his pent-up feelings but now others could too! All because of him and his friends! It fucking rad.

"This second song is called is called ride to pinkberry, written by our amazing drummer, Chloe Valentine and mega-talented bassist and back-up vocalist, Brooke Lohst!"

Brooke and Chloe smiled at the applause, neither of them seemed like they were in a midwest emo band. Brooke was wearing pastels with gentle make up, and Chloe looked like modern Regina George with slightly less pink. But anyone who doubted their stage presence was completely wrong. Without them, Jeremy and Jake would just be two losers with okay music but no personality.

Right at the middle of the musical interlude, Jeremy noticed Jake staring at one singular spot in the crowd, mouth slightly ajar. Jeremy turned his gaze towards the spot that Jake was looking at.

There he saw a short, but absolutely shredded guy around their age who had blonde hair with a purple streak which eerily fit into the description of podcast guy in what the fuck is a ttrpg?

Guess podcast guy might return Jake's crush, Jeremy noted, observing the shorter guy's star-struck face.

But then Jeremy noticed the people next to podcast guy.

One of them was a fairly tall girl that he'd never seen who had her phone in her hands, but was still looking at the performance. Then he saw Christine who he guessed must have invited these people.

And then he saw someone who he thought he'd never see again.

A face he hadn't seen in two years, the face of one Michael Mell.

Before Jeremy could have a larger reaction than Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, the musical interlude finished and Jeremy came back in to finish the song.

"Uhm, now for our third and final song," Jeremy stuttered, the first time he'd done so on stage since his first several sets. "We have a fan-favorite written by y-yours truly, cardigan!"

The crowd erupted into a surprising amount of applause for a local band, none the wiser that Jeremy was on the brink of a panic attack.

They started the song, Jeremy trying but failing to pull his gaze away from Michael, who was staring at him from the start of the song.

"...and i gave you my cardigan and you said that'd you'd give it back,

but now it's two years later and it's clear that i'm never gonna get it back,

but i don't mind, no i don't mind,"

Michael stared at Jeremy, he looked almost the same as he remembered him, albeit taller, older, and a little fuller. But nonetheless he was beautiful in the way that only your oldest friends could ever be."

"...and now i'm sitting here alone, wishing that i was stoned in your basement,

but now it's two years later and i never ever got the chance to say i love you,

and i can't mind, no i can't mind,"

Jeremy knew he was screwed. He just sang a song he wrote about his childhood best friend while making direct eye contact with said childhood best friend. He. Was. Screwed.

The rest of the set passed with a blur, Jeremy couldn't even remember leaving the stage.

"Jeremy," Approached Brooke carefully, gingerly touching his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"Michael. In the audience," Jeremy gasped, panic catching up to him once the adrenaline of performing started to wear off.

Just then a figure appeared in front oh him.

Michael.

"Jeremy?" He asked, voice a bit deeper than he remembered but otherwise the same comforting sound that warmed Jeremy through his whole body.

"Jeremy are you okay?"

Jeremy laughed, bitter and choked with tears that were starting to form. "I just sang a song about how I'm still in love with my childhood best friend after two whole years in front of that best friend. Do you think I'm okay!?"

Michael considered this for a moment, "Yeah well, that best friend is kinda still in love with you after two years so..."

Jeremy's gaze shot from the floor to look Michael straight in the eye, Jeremy was still taller than him but not by much.

"Oh," He stated simply. "Oh,"

"Yeah, can I hug you?"

Jeremy nodded collapsing into Michael's arms. Their hug felt the way it always did.

Yeah, there would be things that had changed but right now Jeremy was only focused on how good it felt to hug someone who had been missing from his life for the past two years.

[loomissister]

peep the new header <3

[tinkerbellsgf]

Nadia Greene. “That was my name wasn’t it?” She cracks her eyes open and dust flies off her eyelids. Her vision adjusts to the bright light and she tries to sit up. There’s something pulling her back down. She tries and tries but no matter what she cannot sit up. There are tiny white flowers and moss all over her. Mushrooms growing from her thigh, bugs burrowing themselves in and out of her, flies buzzing around her head. Vultures hiss high above her. She finally pulls herself up. But something rips out of the ground as she does. Roots. Dirt falls down the twists and turns of the roots in droves. How long has she been asleep for?  

She remembers falling to the ground after her last battle. Her golden sword fell from her grip and clanged on the solid ground. The land had swallowed her up. And then her memory is just blank. Had the earth shown mercy on her child? Kept her preserved for God knows how long? She takes a step forward on shaky legs and finally looks around at her surroundings. Everything was different. She was surrounded by towering trees. Sunlight peeking through the foliage. Her feet sink into the soft dirt around her. Things are odd. This isn’t the wasteland she remembers fighting for her life in. That was completely barren. The ground was cracked and blistered. Dark orange, dusty and uninhabitable.  

Though she’d lost a great amount of her memory, she remembers one thing. She’d made a promise to someone important to her. To whom? She didn’t know. What was the promise? She didn’t know that either. But she did know that she had to find this person.  

She walks further into the forest. Taking a deep breath in. “It’s nice to breathe in fresh air.” She thinks. Foxes cry around her. Birds chirp. Bees buzz. There’s no sound of cars, nothing industrial. None of the machinery she’d begrudgingly grown accustomed to. It feels incredible.  

She steps out of the forest and into a grassy field. Ruins of once grand buildings all around her. Covered in ivy and moss. Rather than housing miserable people, they now shelter newborn finches and their parents. She can hear them chirping. She continues to walk and comes across a rushing river. Gasping with delight, the girl runs to the river and dips her hands in. Trying to get a drink. She doesn’t feel the cool water around her hands though. 

She doesn’t feel anything. She scoops her hands up, but there’s no water. As if it'd all fallen through her hands. Panicked. She sinks her hands back into the river. Only to be met with nothing. No water rushing between her fingertips. No rocks at the bottom. Her hands don’t even feel wet. She lifts her hands out of the river and looks through them. Only to be met with the river once again.   Her breathing quickens and her transparent hands begin to shake. What’s going on?? How long has she really been asleep?? Has she been sleeping? Or, was she just dead. Nadia didn’t even want to think about the possibility of that last one. She falls backwards onto the grass. Her fingers thread through the blades but she can’t feel them. She stares up at the sunny sky as her vision blurs with tears. If she was really dead then that means that everyone else she knew and loved was too. What about the promise she’d made all those years ago? It finally echoed through her mind. “Come back to me. Promise you’ll come back to me” 

[katsinspats]

I think my copy of the game is broken they've been doing this for 30 minutes

Crop of the Biolizard edit I did bc it makes me laugh:

[zennesaph]

this is how logic chess works right

[charleston-yappa]

Someone go grab the Scorpion demon, we gotta put 2D on the mic !!

[itsthislake]

“Icarus.”

it's all about freedom really

Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!

Support me on Ko-fi maybe?

[wolfram-but-art]

drew one of the memes in this person's post again

reblogs > likes

[destiny-islanders]

atlantean pop idol sora kingdomhearts fancam

inspired by this post everyone's been redrawing

[risibledeer]

I think I draw too much of him... I should really stop lol

[why-the-heck-not]

me, a responsible being, working on the coding project as I should vs. me, a dysfunctional shithead, getting distracted by reading about brains (once aGAIN damnit (it's my favorite "I need to study my field but bc I should do that it's an impossible unthinkable feat now, so I'm reading about something else to fool my brain I'm still being productive"-topic))

[seashawnty]

Symbol of hope

[ryllen]

when u love being called 'love'

[reaping-the-benefits]

Part 1

Part 2 to my omegaverse au

MDNI!!!! Content warning: omegaverse, alpha Simon, omega reader, mentions of knotting and cock-warming, p in v, reader has a vagina, doggy style, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), return of the shitty ex (sorry if your name is Devin)

Your heat ends three days sooner than you had expected. Maybe it’s because you finally have an alpha to help take care of it. Maybe you’re pregnant. Who knows? These are thoughts for later. Right now, you’re just ecstatic to have an alpha, especially one as wonderful as Simon.

Speaking of the devil…

Simon groans softly, rocking his hips into yours. “What’s got you squeezin’ like that?” he mumbles into your ear, still a little groggy from sleep.

You must’ve fallen asleep last night with his knot still inside you, cockwarming him all night. The thought must make you clench around him again, because Simon’s groaning into your ear, rolling you onto your stomach. 

“Hips up, love,” he commands. He doesn’t wait for you to follow the demand, already lifting your hips and shoving a pillow underneath them. 

The pillow really doesn’t help much when Simon presses his body against yours, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress. His thrusts are slow, almost lazy, as if he’s got all the time in the world. Between his weight on top of you, and his cock rearranging your insides, it’s almost impossible to get out anything besides a whiney moan, struggling to get any air into your lungs. It makes your head spin, and Simon groans in your ear, dipping his head into the crook of your neck to trail kisses along your bare skin.

“Needy fuckin’ thing, ain’t ya?” he groans into your ear, his hips gradually picking up the pace. “Kept you full all night, and it still wasn’t enough.”

You whine in response, trying to push your hips back against his. You dig your hands into the sheets, hoping to find some leverage to help you, but Simon tuts softly, leaning back onto his knees. He grabs both of your wrists in one hand, twisting your arms back. The new position makes you arch your back, face pressed into the sheets. It also gives Simon a better angle to drive himself into you, each thrust hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“S-simon,” you stutter out, eyes rolling into the back of your head. The pleasure is so good, the kind that has your toes curling, and that all too familiar feeling builds up in your abdomen. 

Simon’s free hand snakes around your waist, the touch almost scorching as it trails down your stomach and between your thighs. You must still be sensitive from the previous night, because he just barely swipes his fingers over your clit and you’re cumming, pussy clamping down on his cock. Your whole body shakes, vision blank for a moment as you cry into the sheets.

Simon doesn’t slow down, hips rocking into yours, fucking you through your orgasm and into his own. His thrusting gets sloppy, until he lets go of your hands to drape himself over your back, his face buried into the crook of your neck once more, letting out a rough groan as his hips finally still, shooting his load into you.

It takes both of you a second to come down from that wonderful little high, chests heaving. Simon peppers kisses along your neck and shoulders, nipping teasingly across your bare shoulders. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he murmurs into your skin. 

You can’t help the whine that you let you, when he slips out of you. There’s an ache in your hips, one that’s been building up over the last few days. Simon just huffs a laugh, pressing a kiss between your shoulders before he leaves the bed.

He comes back a few minutes later with a towel, murmuring soft apologies as he carefully cleans you up. One hand gently rubs over your hips, and you scrunch your face up for a moment, muttering out, “You’re too fucking big, Si.”

“Don’t remember you complain’ yesterday,” he huffs out in response, but there’s amusement in his voice, and it makes you smile in response. “Think you can get up?”

You flop onto your back, eyes narrowing as you think about it for a moment. Technically, yes, you probably could. But walking is a whole different task, and with the ache in your hips and the jelly feeling in your legs, you highly doubt you’d make it out of the bedroom.

“Mmm… no. Carry me?”

Simon rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed with the request. But there’s no hiding the smug feeling in his chest, the smirk on his lips, when he scoops you out of the bed, carrying you bridal style out of the bedroom.

***

You’re in a good mood, as you step out of the apartment, wearing shorts and one of Simon’s shirts. It hangs loose on you, one shoulder visible as the neckline keeps trying to slip off. You have no idea how these shirts always look so tight on Simon, but are so loose on you. 

You had been planning on going to the mailroom. A plan short lived, because your ex is stepping out of his apartment at the same time. You hadn’t really thought about Devin over the last week, far too occupied with your heat and Simon. And Simon’s hands, and tongue, and… well, you get the idea.

Devin stares at you, his eyes narrow for a moment. You can practically feel his gaze, as you turn, still planning on heading to the mailroom. Subconsciously, you pick up the pace, trying to get away from him as quickly as possible.

But Devin’s taller, and he easily catches up to you.

“What? No hello?” he asks, grabbing onto your arm to stop you.

You yank your arm away from him, hissing as if his touch physically pains you. There’s nothing you have to say to him, nothing meaningful at least. Really, if it were up to you, you’d never speak to your ex again. He’d been demeaning your entire relationship, and you had been ready to leave far earlier than now.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” you reply curtly.

Devin steps closer to you, a dark look flashing on his face. “Is that any way to speak to your alpha?” he growls at you.

“You’re not my alpha,” you spit back.

Devin snarls, reaching out for you, but he hesitates, his eyes drawn to your neck. To your bond mark. Something akin to anger flashes across his face, and he hisses at you, “Are you fucking kidding me? I knew you were fucking cheating on me, you little-”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish. Not when Simon scruffs him like a kitten, yanking him back by the back of his shirt. While your ex had been tall, Simon is practically a giant, towering over Devin with a dark look on his face. Simon leans down to snarl something into Devin’s ear, too quiet for you to hear. But based on the fear on Devin’s face, it’s probably a threat. 

Simon shoves him away, sends him stumbling off down the hallway, back to his own apartment, before turning his attention to you. You’d just watch him get aggressive, but he’s so gentle with you, hands reaching out to cradle your face.

“You okay, lovie?” Simon asks, voice soft and gentle. 

You nuzzle your face into his hands, smiling sweetly. Maybe you should be a little scared, with how easy it was for Simon to manhandle another person around. But you’re not scared of Simon, not when he looks at you with such a softness in his eyes.

“I’m okay.”

He nods, hands dropping away from your face, only for him to wrap an arm around you, tugging you closer to him. “Where we going?”

“To check the mail,” you reply, letting him tuck you into his side, feeling safe and sound.

[jesncin]

Thank you @laz-laz-ace-pilot for donating to DC Gotcha for Gaza (donations and requests for prompts are closed, btw! Finishing up prompts now). The prompt was "Something Super family related?" so I went ahead and drew my versions of Clark, Conner, and Jon! Or as I like to call it: Generational Superboys ;P this might be my fav so far, hehe.