#i'm sorry :))

[pangur-and-grim]

unfortunately, Belphie does look his cutest when he's being a piece of shit

[twyxted-mind]

Whoa mamma I'm in Yoko's Orbo

yoko ono pondering elvis trapped inside orb

[pulgarcito-perro]

Hello! I love love your art, especially the many JimCurly AU’s!

So I have an idea cooking in my brain. Vampire!Jimmy and Werewolf!Curly 👀

Childhood best friends, but Jimmy was always a vampire, and adult Curly got mauled by a werewolf and was left to die. Only, he didn’t, he turned into one instead.

So, Vamps and Wolves are mortal enemies, so Jimmy is trying hard to rip himself away from Curly but it’s not going great. Cause of FEELINGS.

And now it’s between his reputation in the vampire community and his love for Curly.

LOVE WINS BTW. But with these guys, you gotta have some saucy angst.

Idk just an idea I had after seeing your Vampire!Jimmy and Werewolf!Curly works!

Do with this what you will! I’m down to see anything that you draw <3

Wait I love this idea. You're so creative! Thanks for the ask anon.

TW // Scars

- What if Jimmy really hated how other vampires would treat their relationship because Curly is a human? Calling Curly his pet or a bloodbag.

- What if Curly didn't want to age and pass and leave Jimmy alone for all eternity.

- What if before the mauling they had agreed that Jim would turn Curly?

- What if turning into a werewolf made Curly's blood poison to vampires and gave him immunity from being turned into one.

[sensitivepluto]

Easy, Doll...

Short & Sweet - Day 10: Tunnel Vision

Touya Todoroki x Gn! Reader // hurt/comfort

[Warnings]: panic attack, angst, Touya Todoroki in general, not proofread at all sorry.

This is @thewritingstar's prompt list - here's the link to the post

It was late. Or early, as midnight had well gone past. You sat on the ground between your bed and the wall as strangled gasps of air left your throat. Hot and sticky tears streamed down your face. The air around you felt so thick and hot, but you shivered as if it were freezing. Nothing made sense anymore. Thoughts swirled in your head, unfocused and unwilling to grasp onto anything permanent.

You hadn't meant to spiral, but who honestly does. But after a long and stressful day you're mind was clouded by doubt and anxiety. Even so, when the League noticed your spaced out expression, they asked and you said you were okay. You were okay. Nobody in the league really questioned you. They took your reassurances to them at face value. All but one.

Touya had been there for you pretty consistently. You thought it was because you were consistent in treating him after every fight. Making sure the burns he gave himself didn't get much worse than they were. Or maybe because, to him, you actually had a semblance of personality that wasn't just keen on destruction.

Either way, he'd come to like you. And he noticed when you started biting the skin on the inside of your lips, and picking at the skin around your fingernails. He also noticed that your hands trembled and your motions looked almost robotic when down in the bar. And when you left early, claiming you were tired, a feeling crept into his chest. One that said that you were, in fact, not okay as you said.

"Fuck." You grunted out, pulling your knees to your chest. Maybe pressure would help soothe you. Your nails dug into the soft skin of your calves, and you took uneven breaths trying in vain to slow them down. Nothing you did seemed to help.

A knock at your door startled your senses. After a few moments of just staring at the door, saying nothing, another series of knocks repeated harsher against the door.

"Doll," you heard Touya's warning voice on the other side. There was no way in hell you wanted him to see you like this. You tried to take a deep breath, again in vain, and managed to grumble out.

"Go. Away." It came out much more aggressive than you'd wished for. And to Touya, your voice gave off the opposite impression of what you'd said. So, being him, he opened the door anyway. His eyes had to search for a second, as you were hidden on the other side of the bed. When he found you, he sighed deeply.

"I knew you were lying." He grumbled out, making his way over to you. You tried to steel yourself away, settling on pulling your knees in tighter and burying your face in your arms. Touya tutted and got down on the ground with you.

He took you in for a moment, listening to your raspy breaths and watching as you shook and rocked yourself for any semblance comfort. To be honest he wasn't really the soothing type, but you'd helped him so many times. He had to, a the very least, try.

"Doll?" He tried, a bit softer than his usual gruff tone. You didn't respond. Your face still sat, buried in your arms. He reached out and touched the top of your head gently. The motion startled you enough to look up at him, and he finally got to see your face. Your pupils were dilated and wide, and your lips dry from the hyperventilation.

"I can't..." You gasped out, unable to finish your sentence. A panic attack. Touya had concluded in his mind. He'd suffered many of his own back when he was stilling coming to terms with being dead to his family. It wasn't a fun time, and he had no one to help him through it. You, however, had him.

"I know, doll." He sushed you. His hands came to rub over your trembling shoulders. "You are safe." The words came out before he really knew what he was saying. He guessed he was just saying the words he wished he got when he was on his own.

"I...I am safe." You mumbled, still weary and struggling to catch a breath. Touya nodded.

"You are at home." He said, rubbing his hands over your shoulders and arms once again.

"At home..." You muttered, the panic starting to feel less all consuming.

"I will keep you safe." Touya said, a glint in his eye. This wasn't something he said lightly and you knew it. You simply nodded in response, your eyes locked into his. "Say it." He pressed.

"You will keep me safe..." Your voice was a bit steadier now. The tremble still plagued your body, but your breath had returned to your lungs. It was a step forward from where you were.

"Good," Touya mumbled, squeezing your arm. "Do you want to get in bed?" His voice had restored back to the lazy drawl he usually had. You nodded. He hummed and got up, helping you get to your feet.

Once he had you upright, your vision blurred and your head spun. The lack of oxygen in your brain made you dizzy, and you thought you might topple back to the ground. That wasn't the case, however, as Touya had you firmly in his arms. When he felt you start to sway, he tightened his grip on your waist.

"Easy, doll." He muttered. Unceremoniously he got you into bed and started for the door. You whined in protest to him leaving. With a tsk, he turned back toward you. "I'm not leaving. I'm getting water for your dehydrated ass."

You were knocked out before he got back with the water. Touya sighed and set the bottle on your bedside before sitting himself at the edge of your bed. He watched as your sleeping face relaxed, and the gasps of air were now nothing but occasional hiccups.

There was no way he was going leave you alone tonight, so he laid down with you and watched over you until sleep took over him. That way he'd be there for you when you woke up in the morning.

Masterlist

I read the wrong prompt and didn't realize until after I wrote it so today's prompt will be written tomorrow's ig. I debated just writing both, but I really don't have the motivation to do anything anymore soooo 🤷

[izzbeingchaotic]

I've been trying to design a Michael Shelley for Ages and the CLOSEST I've gotten is this (cursed) thing that at least has Spiral vibes. (you can technically follow any of the lines but it is still quite disorientating)

[365anxiousgirl]

USE YOUR CLAWS ON ME👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

daily spot blarghhh

[timstokers-autism]

jmart or jarthur, anyone?

[l0ganberry]

I just realized that since Doey died, Jackie can finally be with his parents-

✋️😭

[little-linda]

I'm going to rename all the chapters in which Victor Hugo just infodumps and rambles on into Vicky-pedia.

Ok, ok. I'll see myself out.

[my-christine-22]

Not to mention he specifically waited until Ody was asleep so he could sneak behind his back

My most favorite epic headcannon is that the second Erulychus got into the underworld, he was slapped right across the face by Polities. Because let's be real here for a sec. If Polities had been alive during the ocean saga, Odysseus wouldn't have had to stay awake for nine days straight guarding the windbag. He would've just given it to Polities and when he got tired he would return it to ody. So, Erulychus' entire shitick wouldn't have had happened and they would have been back in ithaca 10 years earlier.

[teaboot]

Sometimes I think a lot about my mom's cat

My mom's cat is a common domestic shorthair we found on the side of the road as a kitten

Regular cat, not a maine coon or one of those massive breeds. His mom was smaller than a loaf of bread

But in a sort of a Clifford The Big Red Dog situation, he grew super fast, and really really big, and took a super long time to stop growing

Worried that she was overfeeding him, she eased back his portions, but he stayed a massive round baby

When he started having kidney problems, she took him to the vet.

The vet took a look at him and said, "holy fuck, what are you feeding him", checked the nutritional listings on his chow, and told her "Yeah, maybe he's reacting badly to the amount of grain in this, try a meatier diet"

So my mom wound up special-ordering this specific high-protein prescription cat food made of like. Kangaroo meat or some shit that cost like sixty bucks a bag

And, as typical act two in an episode of House, he somehow got worse on the fancy specialized stuff that was supposed to be Primo Athlete Olympic Feline Blend

Like. WAY worse. His guts were inflamed and his kidneys were shutting down and he was all sore and HE WAS STILL HUGE, just miserable and sad

So shetook him back to the vet, where they had to help him pee (he was apparently close to bursting and had some kind of blockage too) and went "Yeah no this is NOT normal and we don't know what's going on, we're gonna do some tests but in the meantime you should go back to what he was eating before, at least that wasn't actively killing him" so she did

And he still wasn't great, but he also improved

And so they take his blood and do an ultrasound and a couple g's later she gets a call back like "this is gonna sound crazy, but we want you to put him on a low-meat diet. Just the least amount of protein and iron and shit. We need you to find the grainiest, filler-iest dollar tree kibble available and give him some of that bad bad shit"

And my mother is a woman of science. So she did

And he GOT BETTER

His energy picked back up, inflammation went down, he started drinking normally again, got back to pissing like a fuckin champion

And so it turns out that out of all the random ass freeway bonus cats we possibly could have scooped out of a ditch, WE got the one-in-a-million freak of nature with a SPECIFIC genetic defect that means a paleo protein free range diet is essentially poison and he THRIVES on cheap ass garbage

Like. He medically NEEDS junk food

I dont really understand how that works, but i cant argue with results.

If we had four of him, they'd outweigh my mom. And he's FINE

Also blind, but that's unrelated

Im not using him as a symbol or a metaphor or anything. I just keep catching myself thinking about my mom's Big Fucking Cat

[lejoursobre]

Global warming is wild isn't it? I mean? Warm and salty raindrops 24/7? specifically in Soho???

(I physically can't draw angst sorry I did my best here)

[letsbealone-together]

[nebulaoftheprimes]

He's got no problem putting you in your place if you try to upstage him; he's not scared to bite back.

Anyone else shaking at the thought of feral Optimus? He didn't come up with learning manners anxiety how to greet and everything that higher up cybertronains were expected to present. I want this man to still growl and snap his Jaws in distaste. I want him to still hold some autobots down to show them he's the leader. I want his politeness to be shown out of respect but he's not scared to rip a spark out. He lived his early years fighting to live and survive. I want him calculating but also have a primal mind. As primal as cybertronains can be. Not sure if this is mildNSFW? But I want him to randomly scruff fellow autobots. Ratchet won't listen ? He tilts his head and just bites the back of ratchets neck sinking his teeth into the sensitive mech and cables as he let's out a low growl and tugs just enough to get the message through. I want him to hold arcees throat between his teeth leaving enough pressure to make it known he can bite if he wants. Not out of frustration or anger but in sight of discipline because this is how he learned early on. This is his first communication. I want him to fight new autobots who were one deceptions. Not enought for a real battle but to tire them out and make them present their necks so he can snap his Jaws and draw a bit of energon as he laps at it to hush their whimpers. I want him to have the itch to take the children or any human he comes to name close or family to do the same. He'd be gentle he promises he'll even displace his mass so it's more fair. He won't bite the children but he needs to prove he can take care of them by showing he's strong. I want him to claw and tear open deceptions that dare hurt his comrads. I want mercy to be forgotten.i just needs a feral Optimus that chooses to show this educated and manner filled individual he's become but is quick to shift back to old ways because they work. I think I'm just insane guys.

[ghostie-juice]

I guess you could say he's... super sleepy