#ily bye!

[auden-dahn]

"D-Don't worry about me! Focus on helping the little one, okay?" 🌠 panel redraw of @laikascomet

[the-final-knight]

Where are you going~ *she holds your face up and kisses you*

*you see someone appear above the treas and promptly fall into the trees screaming*

@petraspacerp

WOAH! *They run to where you fall*

[tomatoart]

coffee cheetos chicken

[fruutes]

Anyway u can have a little harv as a treat :)!!!

[renjunniez]

okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay and btw did i say okAY

[sleeeepy-demon]

fate spins along as it should, its part 10 (!) of horribile bg3 memes i drew on paint

part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

[wordfather]

hey guys, serious post here. i'm taking a break from tumblr for a while. i'm just not in a good place mentally rn. i promise i'll be okay, i just need to step away for a bit. i love you guys, take care <3 Romeo will watch over the blog whilst im gone everyone say hi Romeo:

[sloppy-syrup]

I’m not the anon that was asking to make fanart but I was looking at @tizeline ‘s separated AU and an idea popped up and I couldn’t not draw it so..

Fanart! Also first time drawing April, I hope she looks nice!

In case you can’t read my sloppy (pun intended) handwriting:

April: Hey,made something I want you to see!

Donnie: Me too! Let’s show them at the same time.

3.. 2.. 1!

Donnie/April: I made extra robotic fingers/ three-fingered gloves for my/your hands!

Donnie/April: …

(I tried drawing Donnie’s Plastron the way Tiz does and it was hard dude I think imma stick with how I draw it lolol)((which explains why he looks weird here, I swear I can draw Donnie better than this TwT))

[mutatedangels-a]

"Aw, stop it," Soleil was ablaze with a peachy blush, always one to fall for flattery. She retrieved the eggs, then lamented in dramatics, "Ugh! Please, take me away."

-

Two firm taps against the counter and the egg cracked open, trailing residual clear, sticky fluid from Ford's fingers onto the surface. He was on breakfast duty in the kitchen just a few steps away from where the two women were forced to chat at the table. Ford had given his sister a bit of a warning look before he and Claire walked inside the home—something to say, Don't walk away. Otherwise, he knew Soleil would retreat upstairs in avoidance of their not-so-welcome houseguest.

"Make sure ya wipe that up, Ford," Soleil told him in disgust, green eyes flitting to the pile of whites accumulating on the counter as her brother cracked one egg after the other. She would have scolded him more, but it seemed like her brother was fixing up breakfast sandwiches for the table. Her favorite. One of the few things she could stomach if she couldn't have her first choice. (Which was, pure blood, of course.

Could'ja maybe drizzle some on top, like hot sauce or ketchup or somethin'? Nobody'd know the difference!

Soleil, you are despicable.)

The little sister was all saccharine-sweet whenever Claire began asking about the sigil. Claire didn't have to finish her word for Soleil to know. It was somehow embedded in Ford's warning look when the pair first walked in.

There was something anomalous about the blonde. Soleil could sniff it up this close that she wasn't just a plain human. Whether she possessed clairvoyance or something else. She wasn't an old-enough vampire to sniff it out accurately, but at this point, if she had a feeling, she'd hoped Ford had, too. Except, he seemed to be slipping. Perhaps allured by the woman's beauty, which was undeniable to say the least.

And when was the last time Ford got a long with a woman?

Leave it to Soleil to clean up Ford's mess, although Claire seemed quite insistently curious about it. All the years they'd had that sigil on the tree and not one townie mentioned a thing. Now here was some pretty girl that Ford picked up from the side of the road like a stray, asking questions. Soleil herself would never invite such a sleuth, no matter how easy he or she was on the eyes. (Never mind that she wasn't able to control who asked about the sigil and who didn't...)

"Oh, that stupid tree carving?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"It's the funniest lil' story. One time in middle school our class took a field trip to the St. Tammany Parish Historical Society." Then, a rambling monologue about all the things she'd seen that day, buying Ford some time to finish the sandwiches. "...My classmates and I saw that symbol in one'a the exhibits and had competitions to see who could draw it the best. We were so over that stupid little 'S' you drew in middle school, if y'know what I'm talkin' about?"

Ford's voice suddenly cut through, two sizzling plates of breakfast sandwiches in tow. "Alright, Soleil, enough'a your monologue," he said in scolding. He offered Claire an apologetic look, the siblings upkeeping the charade of being clueless. "Eat up, you two."

As he spoke, Claire felt at once a territorial pull toward the thing and also a self-preserving urge to run from it. The duality didn't surprise her; she was used to feeling cleaved by her warring lineages. She leaned in closer, eyes narrowing. The lines of it - more organic, carved crudely here, sure, but in essence considerably freer and more rounded than the angular sharpness of her own family's sigil and those of the lesser urban covens.

"You saw her do it?" she asked, flicking her head back to ask the question. Did Soleil really put it here? And if so, what sort of book had she gotten her hands on to find something like this? Did they even know what kind of trouble they were inviting, leaving markers like this for all the wrong people to see?

Claire wasn't especially gifted. The fact that she had any heightened abilities at all for a halfling was remarkable and owed only to the strength of her father's bloodline. What little ability she did have, she had no conscious control over. It came and went as it pleased. And now, triggered by some inborn alarm system, that scent which had first struck her upon entering the Smith home came back to her flowing sure and steady across open fields. Ford reeked of it. She couldn't tell from here, but she'd bet Soleil did too.

And something God awful occurred to her just then. A fear she didn't want to voice aloud - not in front of Soleil, for one, and not now, when she hoped she was just overcome by the discovery and therefore overreacting.

Because if she was right, the Smiths were being fed upon by one of those swamp trash covens and they surely didn't even know it. And she no idea what to do about it.

She didn't know what else to do other than take his offered hand and follow him back to the house. If she was right, that house wasn't any safer than an open field, but it felt like it was somehow. Four walls and a locked door with no welcome mat.

"Hi there," she forced herself to greet Soleil with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. It wasn't this poor woman's fault, whatever was going on, and she needed to be a good house guest. Almost as much as she needed answers. "Thank y'all so much for accommodating me. I won't be a bother, I promise. And it's just beautiful out here. You're the cutest thing! I never had a little sister, but if I did, she wouldn't be as darlin' as you by a mile." She held the basket up in offering. "We, um. Ford. Got eggs. Do you know anything about that sig-" she cut herself off. The word sigil wouldn't and shouldn't mean anything to them. "That sign, carved in the tree by the strawberry patches? It's so.. peculiar."

[thecatspasta]

My friends forcibly dragged me back into an obsession from 2020 so here we are. Im cringe but Im free take a bird for your troubles <3

[samuraijacksoff]

HELLO i have finally finished putting together a little book of cross stitch patterns made w minecraft. for free on Internet Archive !! :)

[moonwayne]

𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙞𝙢 (𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣)

- 𝙟𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙙/𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

warnings: smoking/drinking, injury, guns, blood, talks of religion???? idrk… for the sake of the story, let’s pretend jason has a little smokey-smoke from time to time, mkay?

In the dimly lit and ever crowded bar, you watched with vigilant eyes as he brought the cigarette to his mouth. Watched the way he inhaled deeply and then exhaled the cloud which billowed out like a freight train through a small town. He had always had such a way with his words and his movements, it was hard to take your eyes off of him. To everyone else he was simply a reckless, loud and occasionally obnoxious man, with his crude jokes and blasé attitude wrapped in a leather jacket.

��Bit of a head case, ain’t he?” The woman sat next to you had leaned over, her tone of voice laced with judgment.

You chuckled and leaned back over, whispering, “Well, I am biased, he’s my man.”

You saw her shake her head and heard the quiet mumbling to the person next to her, picking up the small uttering of “God help her.”

Your good lord doesn’t need to lift a finger, you thought to yourself, coy grin splayed across your face, “Don’t worry, I can fix him.” She raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing your statement, “No really, I can.” You smiled, before returning your gaze to Jason, not noticing the judgemental look the woman and her friend had shot your way, thinking you yourself must be crazy too. And only I can.

“Ready, babe?” He asked, hand finding yours in the darkness. You nodded and he led you outside where he placed a helmet on your head, giving you a lopsided grin as he secured it, before climbing onto his bike. You followed suit, and wrapped your arms around his waist, beneath his jacket just as he liked. As you were on your journey back home, you saw the glint in his eyes appear as he raised his hands from the hike handles, lifting them up in the air and letting out a loud yell of excitement. You smiled and gently and slowly pushed his arms back down, burying your face into his back and reveling in the moment with him.

Up in your apartment, wrapped up in your sheets that had found themselves entangled around both you and Jason, you gazed lovingly into his captivating eyes. His hand, warm and so calloused from his pistol softly traced hearts on your face. You kissed him softly, hands roaming up to his hair and running your fingers through it.

He was a perfect case for my certain skill set. After all, you thought, he had a halo of the highest grade, he just hadn’t met you yet.

“What’s running through that pretty little head of yours?” He asked, voice low.

“Just thinking, I can show you heaven..” You leaned up close to his ear to whisper, watching as his skin rose with goosebumps. You pressed a finger against his lips as his face neared closer to yours and spoke softly “If you’ll be an angel, all mine.” You winked as he grinned slyly, leaning in again before his phone rang, signifying a request for his presence somewhere else in Gotham. He groaned and gave you a quick peck as you watched him put on his red hood attire. He sauntered over to your window and pushed up the screen before sitting in the frame, body halfway out and looked back to you.

“Be careful, please.” You pleaded, mind already filling with the worst scenarios.

“Always. I’ll be back soon, and we can pick this up again. I’m not done with you.” He spoke as a promise, before sending you a wink of his own and climbing down. You watched as he climbed onto his bike before returning your attention to your room. Looking around, you noticed he’d left one of his guns on your nightstand. I can handle a dangerous man. You said to yourself.

Later, a little while after you had made a cup of warm tea and settled in with your latest read, a loud and familiar thump thump! came from your window.

“It’s open.” You replied lazily. In came Jason, in all his glory, complete with a dazed look in his eye and marks that definitely were not there before painted on his body. It took you a second before realizing there was also a steady stream of blood running down his side. You gasped before rushing to his aid with a med kit. It took you awhile, the job not completed without a few winces and grunts, as well as some tears, although the last were from you, before he was all patched up.

“You said you were gonna be careful.” You reminded him, twirling a strand of his white hair around your finger softly. “I know babe. I’m sorry.” He apologized, “I’ll go lighter next time.” He told you, but the playful grin across his face told you he was not even considering it. You sighed and let your head fall onto his shoulder, exhausted.

I can fix him, no really I can. You reminded yourself again, thinking back to those ladies in the bar before letting reality creep in, like a dying wave across your feet at a beach’s shore. Woah maybe I can’t.

did we like? first time writing for Jason.

let me know your thoughts 🤍

x

[glumbut]

i really used to make cc huh

[amphirrhvx]

WE ARE SO BACK!!!! ✨

without the text :)

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

day 5 of posting whatever doodle i have until i got accepted to an uni.

MIKU MIKU BEAAAAAAMMMMMMMM

[all-too-unwell-13]

not to like... interrupt your moment, jude, but you are officially the last person to realise this 😭