#idk what im doing lol

[sammysammer]

Jealous bunny

[asexualbookbird]

i watched half a video, said "yeah i can do that", got this far, and now im like. Now What.

guess i should watch the rest of the video huh

[maidomaidomaido]

5 objects i shoved up my arse/j

lol

[gladiators-spark]

:p

silly little doodle I made on a whim

[dotflare]

hi!!

moving from the bird app to the tumble app c:

Im a stylized 3D Artist with an interest in faceless characters, and weird little grimblos :-)

hope you enjoy my art 🧡 artstation.com/flare525

[youraveragerat]

GUYS LOOK

MY FIRST FINISHED EDIT LET'S GOOOO 🔥🔥

I had 2 others that were better but after effects just deleted em cause I moved files so oopsies IG I'll figure that out another day

Genuinely feel like I did pretty good for having barely any experience. I'm in a server full of pretty much only guys who are either super chill and helpful or creepy asf so gotta stay safe 😭

[breninarthur]

here i am?????

[lotusflower666]

this is my first post i dont really know how to use tumblr but i kinda wanna use this place to share my art and speak my mind form time to time

[serrybluesoul]

“ we didn’t recognize him anymore.  after the incident he went completely cold and absent.  i wasn’t sure if i even knew sonic any longer.  “

[bloop-im-a-frog-now]

For the kiss prompt. 19 (for luck) Tango/Joel

owo

Relationship: Joel/Tango

Tags: HC10, Good Luck Kisses, Fluff, Insecure Tango, Aro Tango

Summary: Joel wants to make a mini-game. But asks for Tango for help instead of Etho.

Short and sweet, just the way I like it when I write a pairing I'm not too familiar with. Thank you for making me practice my Tango voice!

[rainbowgaez]

arpeggiators are fun

[just4notherd4ydre4mer]

Sibling headcanons [1/3]

(you are here) -> PART 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Important note: To the person who requested this, I will be splitting this into 3 parts so its more doable... and bearable to read through. Sorry that just these two took so long :') Enjoy tho!

content: [gn!reader], [olderbrother!kageura], [olderbrother!ninomiya]

status: unedited/not proofread + requested

character(s): Masato Kageura, Masataka Ninomiya

warning(s): mild cursing. Uhhh... likely wont be proofread? I dont think they're too OOC, but Kageura might be...

extra: Masterlist

(reader is around 10 years younger in my mind but its written in a way where you can imagine the age gap as whatever)

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Masato Kageura:

Ur probably one of his favorite people tbh, if not THE favorite

Why?

because ur emotions towards him arent so prickly AT LEAST 60% of the time

Puts up w whatever antics you do and might go along with it

But also gets fed up w you so quickly

He's aggressively protective? Kind of.

Kage knows when you're upset w him due to his side effect

When he senses that, he usually does try to talk to you.

100% hates it when ur angry or upset towards him for more than a day.

He does his best to not have outbursts towards you

Always encourages you to stand up for yourself and gets absolutely pissed off if you dont.

He'll defend you despite that though

Will scold you when he's done

"Why're ya mad at me this time?!" He groaned in frustration, turning to face you.

The annoying, prickly sensation was crawling across his skin. He knew it was coming from you, the only other person in the room.

You glowered at him from your spot on the couch, right across the room from him.

"..."

"..."

Kageura gave you a narrowed eyed look of which you returned.

He apologized, "Alright, damn... Sorry for making a scene earlier."

"Good," you said.

Someone had bad mouthed you for outfit choice and the both of you had heard it. Kageura had expected you to at least give them a stern look but you didn't do anything. So, he stood up for you like a good big brother would.

Masataka Ninomiya:

He isn't as cold and arrogant towards you as he is to everyone else

But he is blunt and is still kind of an ass

Personally, I think he wouldnt be the best older brother, but also not the worst.

Would probably hurt ur feelings tbh LOL

and he'd mean it

If ur the type to friendly to everyone, it annoys him

He wont tell u tho (the one thing he wont bring up)

Ur still ur own person after all

Are u talented in something? Anything?

Ur not his sibling anymore /j

Ok but seriously, in his trivia it says he hates ppl with talent lmaooo

I have the feeling that if u are, he doesnt subject you to his opinion about that but always has that icy stare whenever he see's u doing whatever it is

You call him "Masa" and he doesnt care until you say it in front of someone, especially if they're from Border

In the end, ur his younger sibling and he treats you accordingly

Maybe buys you gifts for special occasions... but always gets u smth for ur birthday

Idk, he's just not the greatest sibling out there.

It was your birthday today. Everyone had wished you a happy one throughout the day. Well, everyone besides your own brother. But what could you do? It was the Masataka Ninomiya after all.

After his shift at Border, he dropped by your room. Usually an unexpected thing, but he seemed to remember that he had a younger sibling when it was your birthday.

"Here," he said with his normal blunt tone.

You didnt question him and simply took the item (pretend it's smth you've wanted for a while now). It wasnt even wrapped up...

After silently swallowing your subtle displeasure, you were thankful in the end, "Thanks Masa."

He ignored this nickname and began to walk out.

"Dinner's ready," he said from over his shoulder.

You suddenly couldn't help but wonder what his reaction was when he found out he was going to have a younger sibling. An amusing thought crossed your mind. It would've been really funny if he had actually made a face of worry or discontent. You were definitely going to bring it up to your parents during dinner.

~~~

to be continued...

word count: dont feel like looking

start: 7/04/23

finish: 7/09/23

a/n: gonna be honest. just these two should NOT have taken this long. the procrastination is hitting me... I PROMISE PT2 AND 3 WILL BE OUT SOON... <3

[autisticaboutstufflol]

my impression of a nondisabled person getting up

🧎

🧍

thank you

[sleepy-writersblock]

[guns blazin’]

Pairing: Joel miller x reader (post-outbreak)

No use of (y/n)

Authors note: this is my first published fic. It will be multiple parts and way too slow tbh. If you wanna call it slow burn you totally can! It might be mature but for now its pg-13 (for obvious reasons)

Warnings: cursing, gunpoint, explosion, mentions of bruises and blood, probably ooc tbh. (More to come)

1k words

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Who knows how long it had been. You stopped keeping count after about 15 years of government lies and propaganda.

Every day was the same. Wake up, work, smuggle, and sleep. An endless draining routine. Thoughts of your hometown always plague your mind, the day of the outbreak still staining your memories.

Walking in downtown boston was never enjoyable, there were always the burning bodies of infected or fireflies, the stench piercing your nose. You would always let your mind wander on these walks, like the good old days, your family, your old frie-

“oh fuck!-“ you feel something catch your foot and fling you to the ground, looking back at the culprit, you saw that it was just a metal pipe that made you trip. Picking up your hands from the rough concrete you see that they are bloodied from the fall,at least it's not the worst that could have happened. After staring at your hands for a minute you stand up and realize what you were even doing in downtown Boston anyways, you were supposed to meet with another smuggler to grab some adderall for a recurring customer. You heard of this guy through your boss, Robert. He was known for smuggling opioids mostly, and being one hell of a jackass.

Making your way into an alley and down a few steps you knock on the alleyway basement door.

“Come in” his voice was gruff- from what you could tell behind the thick steel door. Opening it you see a taller man in a flannel leaning against a brick wall, his hair salt and pepper colored and- oh shit hese holding you at gunpoint…

“Got the cards?” He says sternly, unphased by your appearance. You on the other hand, who isn't used to being at the wrong end of a pistol, freeze up.

“Are y’ gonna speak or just stand there?”

You shake your head out of your trance, sweating as you go to pull the ration cards out of your bag.

“R-right sorry! Here you go, 10 ration cards for 30 days worth of adderall” you say shaking as you hold the cards out to him. He hands you the bag of pills and takes the cards from your hand, not faltering his aim at your head.

“T-thank you for doing business with me-“ you mutter nervously.

He laughs, almost mockingly.

“What, never had a gun pointed at yer head girl?”

He is a jackass.

“No i haven't- t-that doesn't matter, we did the deal and thats final” you say turning your back to the man, walking out.

Everything goes white.

Your ears are ringing. Lifting your head off the ground you see dust and blood. Your hearing clears up to hear… coughing?

“Damn fireflies-“ the voice of the now injured man reaches your ears. You peel yourself off the ground, realising that what knocked you out was another explosion from the fireflies. You feel your nose bleeding- or maybe there's a gash in your head. Not entirely sure. You stumble over to the man on the ground reaching out to help him up.

“Are you alright?” You hiss at the pounding pain that rattles your head. The man looks up at you and reluctantly takes your hand.

“M’ fine, quick, getcha gun out” he grunts. You fumble around before actually processing what he says.

“I- i dont have one.” You say staring at him, slight panic in your face.

“Christs sake- ok stay behind me.” He reaches out and grabs your jacket collar, pulling you behind a wall of rubble before dragging you out of the destruction site and into an alleyway a couple hundred feet away. Now that you were safe (well, as safe as you could be in this hellscape) you get a good look at him. Broken nose, bleeding from the forehead and arm, but overall not bad for being injured.

“Alright, here's what we’re gonna do. I'm gonna getcha back to my place and fix y’ up alright? But you need to be quiet when we sneak ‘round my route'' he looks at you, with a cold yet worried gaze. Maybe he isn't an asshole.

He grabs your wrist and sneaks you through hidden passageways, tunnels, past armed guards, and down more hidden backways. Reaching a taller building which you know to be one of the main apartment buildings provided by FEDRA.

“Y’know i dont think i caught your name” you ask staring at the man in astonishment. He looks back, you think you can see a smirk plaster his face but he turns away before you can confirm your suspicions.

“You’re bleedin from y’ damn head and you wanna know my name? Might wanna check y’ for a concussion.” He mocks. Nope. He is definitely a jackass. He walks you through a door to what you assume is his apartment and sits you in a chair, grabbing a first aid kit and fixing up your wound on your head.

“Why are you helping me?” You look at him quizzically. He turns to look at you and rolls his eyes, scoffing.

“Because you overpaid me for the damn meds, need you to trade me more often. Can't trade if you’re dead.”

“We also can't trade if i don't know your name” you tease back. He groans under his breath and starts to work on his own wounds.

“You’re a persistent one aren't ya? Its joel.”

You smile. Joel.

“Not gonna give me yours?” He asks, eyeing you in his peripheral.

You give him your name and wipe some blood from your hand to your clothes.

“Thank you for helping me- and for fixing me up- you don't meet generous people now”

Truth is you knew he wasn't , and he didn't have to be, you could tell there was something different about him. Something soft. Something kind.

“Right sorry, i'll get out of your hair” you say standing up heading to the door, you turn and smile, thanking him. You swear you could see his gaze soften a bit.

“I'll get Robert to set me up with you more often, he may be a shit guy but he has good taste in workers” Joel remarks. You wave and close the door, starting to walk back to your apartment.

Opening the door and dragging yourself into your apartment you look at your bruises and wounds in the mirror. You think, ‘damn, maybe I do need a gun.

Oh well, another excuse to meet with joel.

[rynrites]

Hello! Name's Ryn/Mars and I'm finally going to crawl out of my hole and post here. expect it to be mainly Legends of Avantris related :) here is my carrd if you want to check it out!

[starfruit-melody]

Hi what am I doing here

hi this is my silly little blog :) I am not quite sure how tumblr works completely but im trying guys 👍 if im doing it wrong (which I dont think is possible but whatever) just tell me!

uhh I guess ill say some stuff about myself- hi!! I'm Ash. I'm an artist who loves to read, draw, go for walks, and playing with my 3 pets! I am also on the internet occasionally if I'm not doing any of those things ^^

I'm a high school student who doesn't have a lot of free time, but when I do I love to make fanart of my favorite characters!! speaking of my favorite characters, I am in wayy too many fandoms, to name a few: Stranger things, PJO/Riordanverse, Amphibia, TOH, Genloss (I also watch Ranboo but I am no longer in the dsmp fandom, I just like his content), Spiderverse, Steven Universe, She-ra, Undertale, Heartstopper, and SO many more I'm probably forgetting lol. feel free to talk about them to me :D

I am currently very much hyperfixating on Stranger Things and PJO/Riordanverse, very appreciated if you talk about them to me thankyou thank you !!!

I am a non-binary sapphic individual, who is also asexual + on the aromantic spectrum, my blog is an lgbtq+ safe space, you guys are cool and epic never let anyone else tell you otherwise <3

I speak English and a bit of French, I'm learning but I have an ok conversational vocabulary, not a lot but uhh enough to count I think

So yeah! now you know about me :) if you read all the way to the bottom woah youre very cool and I hope you have a very epic day!!