#if you’re not in the loop

[bli-o]

the stupidest thing i have ever drawn

heres the whiteboard ive been working on btw. in case anyone wants to add some doodles. im going to bed but i’ll probably doodle some tmr. The cool looking blue drawings are my friend @majographics’s

preferably keep it pg13!!!! swear your heart out but just know a minor is running this🙏

[fawn-tongues]

Safe Bet

[oobbbear]

Bought a little dress for human loop, dress design by @//困困困困困L on Mihuashi

[droppingartintotheinfinite]

hyperfixation got me down bad

(remember to click the images for better quality! this brush looks shitty at tumblr’s default resolution lmao)

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Pet peeve related to a post of mine that people have been tagging weirdly: I don’t get why you would call a dude who’s caring towards kids a mother. like "oooh he’s such a mom for this." No he’s not? You’re not breaking any gender norms, just drawing attention to the fact you believe so deeply that childcare is a woman’s job that you can’t conceive of a man filling that role.

Or if what you’re saying is actually: "he’s caring in the way mothers are caring," you’re still not making a revolutionary statement. You’re saying tenderness and gentleness are inherently feminine and unmanly. It’s like saying that a man doing the dishes or baking is "wife-coded" which I’ve seen some of you say btw. Which is insane to me

If you’d say of a nurturing guy that he’s a mother then I have to assume you’d call a tough gal who teaches kids to play rough a "father". (I know you wouldn’t and yet it’s the exact same thing.) And mulling that over for a minute should make it plain to you why that’s just a sexist view of parenthood.

[electrozeistyking]

WHEN YOU COULDN’T SAY A THING BEFORE?

(i move fast with these things, holy moly. also i did not forget the loops! i just didn’t feel like including them :3)

[faetima]

𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 . .

. . judging by how many times you fell for him, you probably had amnesia.

// tws ; blood !! slight swearing ; gn reader ; modern & high school au, hanahaki au 

a/n: amnesia by boynextdoor is so good i love it sm i want to inject it into my veins

he was so ethereal, whether he was happy, sad, or pissed as fuck.

even as his face curled up into an ugly scowl or fell in despair or suddenly brightened with a subtle and soft smile, you couldn’t but find him absolutely gorgeous.

maybe that was why you were laying here on the ground now, pitifully hacking up pungent and bitter blue hydrangeas.

it was almost funny how the color of them were almost the same as sunday’s hair, just a little more blue than it.

it was also almost amusing how accurately they symbolized his response if you were to tell him your feelings; rejection.

your feelings were concealed within the hydrangeas too — regret and despair.

you sobbed as you heaved up the stupid blue flowers. they flopped onto the once clean floor ungracefully, leaving a trail of blood and mucus, of heartbreak and hopelessness.

maybe it would’ve been better if you had never laid your eyes on sunday in the first place.

—

as you saw sunday in school the next day, you felt yourself toppling head over heels for him all over again.

at this point you might as well have amnesia with how many times you’ve felt yourself falling in love with him again.

every time you saw his stupidly perfect face, his pretty wings, his fluffy grey-blue hair, you dug your grave deeper than it already was.

why did sunday have to be so fucking perfect, so fucking pretty, and so, so sweet?

—

it was dumb falling for someone you had barley talked to.

maybe if you pushed your shyness and anxiety aside you could’ve talked to him.

maybe you could’ve been acquaintances.

friends.

maybe even lovers.

but, alas, that was never going to happen.

you hated yourself so much — why couldn’t you just fucking talk to him? what the hell was wrong with you?

you sobbed, coughing out more of those wretched blue hydrangeas.

—

you were going to get the surgery.

it was useless dying over someone who didn’t even know you.

you could live without knowing him.

now you would get amnesia for real.

—

you woke up blearily, blinded by the extremely bright fluorescent lights of the hospital.

you did it.

you finally got the surgery.

you couldn’t remember what you got it done for, though.

—

after recovering, your parents saw fit for you to go back to school again.

you sat in your english class, waiting for your peers to fill up the empty room.

you watched people file in, chatter filling the room, bouncing off the walls.

and then you saw a face.

an extremely pretty face, paired with almost piercing yellow eyes and hair that reminded you of blue hydrangeas.

suddenly you started coughing. you brought your elbow to your mouth, muffling your coughs.

pulling away your face, a single blue petal drifted down to the ground, a little bit in front of you.

and then it was crushed by none other than sunday.

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

Slay the Princess becomes less of a horror game and more of a dating sim with extra steps the more you know about the Princess

But from the Narrator’s perspective it’s probably more horror then anything

[itsnotjustgibberish]

MAP part yippyy 🎉

It’s cause you’re always in that damn time loop 😭😂 It’s cause you’re always in that damn time loop 😭😂 It’s cause you’re always in that damn time loop 😭😂 It’s cause you’re always in that damn time loop 😭😂 It’s cause

[abowlofsourcream]

💫⏳Switch a Loop Interlude: House Haunted.⏳💫

Mirabelle: Um… Loop? Do you mind if we ask you something?

Loop: Oh~? Do tell~!

* Loop lays at the base of their tree branch, kicking their little feet.

* Mirabelle looks at the other address for confirmation before turning to Loop.

Mirabelle: Loop, do you believe in ghosts?

* Loop pauses a moment, before beginning to laugh!

Loop: Stars above, Housemaiden! What kind of fool do you take me for?! Ghosts aren’t real!

* They sit and look at the group.

* Bonnie walks in front of Mirabelle.

Bonnie: THAT’S NOT TRUE! I SAW ONE WITH MY OWN TWO EYES!!!

* Isabeau stand right behind them.

Isabeau: Yeah! Well, I’m not sure if it’s a ghost but… It’s certainly ghost-like!

* Odile rolls her eyes, as she pushes her glasses to the brim of her nose.

* Loop seems to think for a moment.

Loop: Hmmmm, well I might have an idea of what is happenin…

* They imitate the motion of picking up their nails, as they look past the group.

Loop: They are the echoes of the loops before… Whatever caused these loops clearly is having a hard time with all of your looping! Meaning of the doubles that you were seeing are just remnants of past loops before!

Loop: Right?

* … The group guest that makes sense.

* They had just broken to the 200’s.

* And, seeming as how fragile this craft seems-

* It only makes sense for it to be this awkward!

* …

* … But-

* Odile looks at Loop, a bit annoyed.

Odile: Then, wouldn’t that mean that there would be ghosts of all of us?

* Loop seems to be taken a back…

Loop: … What do you mean there would be ghosts of you? Who have you been seeing?

* Odile groans as she looks towards Mirabelle.

* Mirabelle clears her throat.

Mirabelle: Well, the thing about the ghost is that… Almost all of them… Look like… um-

* Loop’s face seems to grow more terrified as Mirabelle explains.

* Odile raises a brow, Bonnie steps closer.

Bonnie: Loop? Are you having a stomachache ? Do you even have a stomach? Cause your face looks like you need to go to the bathroom-

* Loop reachs out and grabs Mirabelle’s cloak to look into her eyes.

* The others are immediately taken back!

* Odile readies some offensive Crafts, hiding Bonnie behind her.

* Isa goes closer to the confrontation, acting as a mediator.

* Mirabelle looks at them terrified and confused.

Mirabelle: L-Loop?! Wha-?!

Loop: DO NOT GO NEAR THEM!!!

Mirabelle: W-why?! A-Are they dangerous?!

* Loop seems desperate.

Loop: PROMISE ME YOU WON’T GO NEAR THEM, MIRA! PROMISE!!!

* Isabeau raises his hands.

Isabeau: W-we promise! Just please, put Mira down… Okay?

* Loop blinks…

* …

* Then drops Mirabelle to the floor with a loud thump!

* They rush over to Mirabelle, checking to see if she’s okay…

* …

* She looks up to Loop and nods…

Mirabelle: … I promise, Loop.

* … Loop sighs and holds their head in their hands to regain their broken composure.

* After a bit, they sit back up and return to their bubbly demeanor.

Loop: Welp~! Is that all you wanted?

* The group goes over some other questions before leaving the Favor Tree.

* A bit shaken from the talk, but a step closer to their goal…

* Yeah!

* Those ghost are probably nothing!

* Right?

[h4amarch]

Blueshift gang be like:

More Blueshift!Loop sprites and a bonus Petronille below the cut!

[sociallyrepressed]

devour

[norstappen]

There’s blood dripping from Max’s hands. It’s staining the hotel carpet, but Lando can’t be bothered by it when Max approaches the bed, bloodied hands leaving red imprints against the pristine white bedding. He tugs at Lando’s ankle to pull him away from the headboard, laying him out across the comforter. Lando goes with it, incapable of not following Max wherever he leads.

He moves them so Lando is flat on his back. It accentuates the slow rise and fall of his chest, the steady calm of his heartbeat. Sometimes Lando is unsettled with the way he’s comfortable around Max. He’ll allow the hands that choke to cup his cheek and stroke his hair. Max is so gentle with him, but he can see the tension jumping beneath his skin. Lando can see the wild gleam in Max’s eyes, the saliva that pools in his jaw. He doesn’t know what keeps Max from snapping and biting and ripping and pulling until Lando is so wholly undone he’s nothing but strips of tendon and shredded bone. But sometimes, he doesn’t care because Max is Max and when Max decides it’s time to finally consume Lando then so be it.

His attention slips back to the present by the weight of Max’s body pressing against his torso. His cheek is resting on Lando’s chest, but Lando swears he can feel the ghost of sharp teeth at his neck. He doesn’t feel alarm, the pressure isn’t biting, the threat of his throat being torn out by Max is nonexistent.

Sometimes, he thinks this is all Max wants. All Max needs. A place where he can exist with no expectations and no need to be anything but present and alive. Deep down, Lando knows being quiet and docile is the only thing sparing him of Max’s brutality.

It’s different out on the track. While racing, Max succumbs completely to the animalistic side of him. The side that hungers. No one is spared because when Max is hungry, he devours. Lando can recall the collision that ended his race early. He can recall the way Max shrugged it off, eyes glinting. Lando’s just a human, fragile, so he didn’t argue his defense. He knows his place and he won’t be forced to bow like some of the other humans standing before Max.

(Is what he’s doing any different? Is it any better? He’s laid himself out, but his fate won’t be any different.)

He remembers Max’s first championship. He remembers how Max came to Lando with blood running down his hands in thick rivulets more times than not. Lando never considered what would happen if it was his own blood. He can feel it drying between his own fingers from where Max is holding his hand. It’s gentle, far too gentle for a raging beast, starving for everything he could ever have and beyond that.

This thing being nurtured between them is dangerous. It could easily sour and destroy Lando. He knows he wouldn’t be able to stop it, he’d probably welcome it because if anyone were to ever to ruin Lando, at least it’d be Max.

He runs his hands down Max’s spine. Back up again to scratch the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. He rests his head back against the pillow, falling asleep to the phantom feeling of hot breath panting against his throat.

[iwishiwasloopisatspursedog]

*loop voice* hey stardust what if i crawled inside you and just started gnawing on shit. like went to fucking town on a rib or something. would that be fucked up or what

[oobbbear]

Sobbing crying throwing up, I did not notice this one watching the play through

[droppingartintotheinfinite]

i’m not at all ok about two hats, actually

[thatsrightice]

*Maverick, Merlin, Hollywood, Wolfman, Slider, and Iceman in their bunk room with some “medicinal” alcohol after saving the SS Layton*

Slider: You’re telling me you’ve never broken the sound barrier? Not even on accident?

Maverick: Nope. I’ve stolen a jet and buzzed seven towers now but I have never broken the sound barrier

Merlin: How do you accidentally break the sound barrier???

Hollywood: It’s a lot easier to do than you’d think

Wolfman: What about you Iceman? Ever accidentally broken the sound barrier?

Slider: Who do you think he is, some amateur? He would never break the sound barrier on accident

Iceman: Yeah, I only ever break the sound barrier on purpose

Maverick: *chokes on his drink*