#is it silly? gd right it is

[greyias]

Whoever thought it was a brilliant idea to let other players phase into your cutscenes in public areas in SWTOR--

[akascow]

do u think anyone in the genus homo ever had floppy ears like a dog

[msommers]

i think that we all do heroic things. but hero is not a noun—it’s a verb.

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[sillyfudgemonkeys]

I know we are talking about menu themes and not music but P5 I need you to-

(Edit bc I'm paranoid: I'm talking to P5 only, not Midori, I like Midori TT0TT they just happened to be the one sharing the info)

[bastardstevie]

Okay but PICTURE THIS

Eddie Munson x reader fic (obviously.) Set in a tourist town, reader is a caricature artist working on main street. Eddie is a street musician ALSO working on main street. They're always within view of each other, they're friendly and flirty, and they sneak glances when they think the other isn't looking.

Reader spends the slower hours of the day just drawing Eddie. For practiceee. No other reasonnnn. Nooooooone (lying.) They have a whole secret folder of eddie sketched with goofy smiles and silly poses (and sometimes their pencil slips and it's less caricature-ish and more stylised to display how gd sexy he is ughhh).

Eddie performs a variety of songs each day. Some are original, some are just covers. But without fail, he always plays at least one recurring song each day. And he switches up the lyrics each time. Totally a coincidence that the lines always change to describe the readers outfit that day. Coincidence.... right? Right?????

Istg this man has never been subtle a day in his life. Sometimes reader yells out silly song requests, and he performs every single one.

Idk i just think caricature artist x street musician could make a really cute pairing that i simply have no energy to write for rn...

Feel free to use this idea as long as you credit me please!! I wanna see what people make!! <3

[artificiallita]

sapphic deadclaws headcanon

- logan really loves country music (of the johnny cash willie nelson sad old man variety)

- wade also really loves country music (of the shania twain carrie underwood girlypop variety)

- great! this is something they can bond over

- incorrect! logan apparently took her finger off the pop-culture pulse circa 1980-whatever, and she doesn’t even know who miranda lambert *is* (or maybe her universe just doesn’t have one? either fucking way)

- and wade tries really gd hard to get into her stuff, but it’s a bit too much god-and-jesus dirge for her. have you ever *tried* shaking your ass to ain’t no grave? it’s a hard sell

- they eventually crack it and bond over a shared love of dolly parton

- apparently jolene is explicitly a lesbian love song in logan’s home timeline, as god intended

- this definitely does not lead wade to pestering the tva for weeks trying to convince them to let her go back to planet worst-wolverine for like five minutes because she just needs to hear it *once*. definitely not.

- but yeah, two decidedly different tastes eventually start to merge into one

- logan is humming before he cheats under her breath while she’s cooking, and wade is trying to harmonise to chicken in black in the shower because logan is right and cash had a lot more hits than misses

- blind al hates country music of any variety. she needs them both to stop this yeehaw bullshit immediately

(this silly idea brought to you by having talladega ten by the chattahoochies stuck in my head for the better part of 24 hours, because god wade would fucking love that shit)

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will... (Silly, Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader)

REQUEST: I really enjoyed your fic from earlier this month so I'd like to ask for a Spencer Agnew x reader!! Mainly where the office is oblivious to his and the reader's newly established relationship and they start flirting more often, wearing each other's clothes/jewelry, going home together and people start realizing 1 by 1 until the news spreads that they're dating. (including their reactions lol) Thanks :))))

W.C: ~2.4k Warnings: none I think, Reader and Spencer are gd hopeless, the word gigachad, badly crafted memes?

Smosh Masterlist

Waking up on Spencer's couch with a controller in hand and your head draped back over his shoulder was becoming a hobby of yours and the almost immediate creak of your neck was a now familiar ache. Usually, the pair of you had the foresight to set an alarm, or twenty. Today however, you woke to catch the long hand solidly past the six and the other making its way towards nine. That left the pair of you with less than half an hour to get ready and get to work about ten minutes away.

Twisting hurriedly you pat Spencer's chest a few times, the controller long lost to the couch cushions in your haste, 'Hun, wake up, we need to go.'

Rubbing the back of a knuckle over his eye he slowly turned to face you, his voice soft yet rough from sleep and still slightly out of it,

'Huh? What time is it?'

'About twenty-five to nine' His hand hand shifted to rest against his chest, meeting and holding your own as a small smile fell over his features, clearly still a little too out of it to read the situation as it was. Your expression probably wasn't helping, the initial stress had disappeared the moment his lips pulled into that pretty expression, and you had never had the strength to not smile right back at him.

Admittedly it had taken five additional minutes for the pair of you to remember the issue at hand and spring from the sofa, at which point the pair of you had grabbed whatever you could, changed and scrambled to the car. Pulling into the office carpark, you thanked yourself for setting the top you'd brought over out on top of the dresser.

A self to self mental high five that was not at all warranted, a fact that you would only realized as you stepped into the bathroom at work when you went for a tea break later that morning.

Catching sight of yourself, your cheeks immediately grew hot; across your chest, in a vintage font, was the phrase, 'She Bul on my ba until I saur' alongside a gigachad version of the Pokemon underneath. You'd bought the shirt for Spencer a few weeks prior upon stumbling across it on Instagram and thinking it was perfect for the nerdy man that he was.

Finishing up in the bathroom, you beelined for the Games area, scurrying (in the most nondescript way possible, of course) over to Spencer's desk, you immediately began tapping his shoulder until he tugged his headphones from his ears.

'Is everything alright?' Jaw hanging motionless you gestured wildly to the top, your wild eyes begging him to catch on to your not so subtle concern.

'Ha! nice shirt-o-OH WAIT' Eyes blowing wide and brows drawing together you remained silent lost on how to proceed. Although you had yet to discuss keeping your relationship a secret, you hadn't discussed announcing it either, and it had caught the pair of you quite off guard.

'I-I've only worn it once on stream? if that helps? I doubt anyone will realize' at his words you nodded, giving a cursory glance about, you were glad to note that the other two people in the space had headphones on, presumably drowning out the world around them.

It wasn't that you wanted to hide your relationship, and the shirt certainly wasn't the worst way to launch your coupling, that being said it wasn't the best either. I mean c'mon at least something classy like a gigachad Mr. Mime right? A Bulbasaur was just a little silly.

Meeting his eyes with a small grin tugging at your cheeks, you put your hand over his and squeezed lightly, before stepping away, brushing your hands down over the fabric and turning to return to your own desk.

There was only one conclusion to draw and it was one that the pair of you agreed upon that night as he dropped you off at your apartment; there really wasn't any point in putting much effort into hiding your relationship, after all you already knew you were horrible at it.

That much had been revealed weeks into seeing each other, when a stray brightly patterned hair clip wound up tangled in Spencer's hair, the matching one sitting neatly by your temple, a fact you doubted Kiana would ever let the pair of you forget. Especially as that same hair clip had remained on his desk since she had twisted it free it months prior, and she still often feigned looking for the matching one in your hair.

Pulling into the carpark outside of Spencer's apartment, you barely held back your laughter as you leant over and pushed open the car door for him from inside. Watching as he cautiously all but tip-toed closer, arms piled high with a clutter of hard drives and cables in a tangled mess, you raised an eyebrow at the chaos of it all.

Settling himself down with a relieved sigh, he let the balled up hardware sit on his lap resting a hand on top so to keep it in place.

Leaning over once again you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before twisting to grab a bag from the back seat. 'Did you want a bag for that Tangela'd mess?' Unable to dissolve the much-too-happy-with-yourself look on your face you watched in glee as he took in the pun.

'oh god' His exasperated mutter was plainly for show as he shook his smiling head in disbelief, before thanking you as he took the canvas from your hands and began haphazardly shoving the mass inside.

Much too caught up in discussing the date planned for later that week all throughout the drive and as you walked into work, both of you failed to notice the print on the side of the bag that was soon emptied out and folded on his desk awaiting that evening when he'd give it back.

Marcus, however, in light of the copier breaking down, had been asked to trek to the local Staples and make some copies and soon spotted the folded tote on his way to the door.

'Hey Spencer, would I be able to borrow that bag for a copy run?' Peering around his monitor, Spencer looked from Marcus to the bag and back again before finding his voice, 'Oh um, this is-'

Stepping into the room and catching on quite fast you spoke up, unintentionally, and yet mercifully, cutting Spencer off, 'That one's mine, of course you can borrow it!'

Standing just outside of the kitchen with your umpteenth mug of whatever sachet you had picked up, possibly a soup, you watched Spencer chuck the bag over and watched as the other man caught it and left the building with it tucked under his arm.

Looking all around her desk, you and Erin were searching for her bag, a tote not unlike your own, that had been lost in the chaos of the day, but with her phone on the verge of dying the pair of you had sprung into action. Venturing further and further from her desk as time went on, you found yourself by the assortment of boxes in the corner while Erin searched near the door. Just as she opened her mouth to call the search a failure, Marcus stepped back into the office, bag slung over his shoulder.

'Hey is there any chance that bag is my one?' She was clearly hopeful but that was a fleeting moment as she cut off his response,

'No its uh-'

'oh don't worry. This is definitely yours, isn't it?' The question was yelled across the space at you, a point you only noticed when you looked back at the cacophony to find her eyes already looking in your direction. Walking over you were lost as to how a nondescript tote-

Nevermind.

Illuminated momentarily by Erin's camera flash, across the side of the bag was a graphic, edited by you, for you. Across a captioned screenshot of parks and rec, you'd put the words, in a horrendous green, 'This is my boyfriend, and my boyfriend's Mtn Dew KickStart' alongside a included picture of the can. It was messy, and hyper-specific and yet it had given you such a good chuckle, you'd elected to pay for it to be printed. A fact you'd completely forgotten when blindly grabbing a bag that morning.

'I-' Your attempts at any explanation, no matter how unnecessary, fell short as you struggled for words. Marcus was in the same boat, now holding the bag up in front of him, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opening and closing repeatedly as he studied the print. Erin however, seemed to have no such problem, tapping a few buttons, locking her phone and spinning on her heel presumably to keep looking for her own bag.

Silly as ever, you thought those few buttons were unrelated, until Spencer make a squawk-like noise from the passenger seat of your car on the drive home. When you pulled over, he accompanied the sound with showing you a story from the main Smosh account, it was of the bag with the text 'Found in the wild. Your soulmate @/spenser?'

Grabbing the balled up bag in the cup holder you handed it to him, at which point you returned to the open road, not missing the little, 'So true' that came from the man next to you.

You'd just switched on the kettle when Tommy stepped into the office kitchen, grabbing a mug of his own and perching beside you against the island.

'Hey so my car is in the shop, would I be able to grab a lift home tonight?'

You and Tommy had spoken many times in the past regarding your shared suburb, so it wasn't at all a surprise when he asked, and yet you were still stuttering to answer.

'oh uh-'

''its no problem if you can't-'

'Oh no I- We can, I carpooled with Spencer, but I'm sure he wont mind...'

'Are you sure?'

'Of course! I'll just let him know, don't even stress'

Living in the same neighborhood, you and Tommy had given each other lifts and carpooled in the past, but that was before you started spending so much free time with Spencer, something that started almost a full year before you'd actually gotten together. This Included, almost without discussion, your carpooling, despite living in two different areas in opposite directions from the office.

That last aspect, the part that made the whole carpooling situation between the pair of you impractical, was the part that completely slipped both yours and, when you confirmed the change of plans with him, Spencer's minds.

It wasn't until a few minutes after you had slipped inside Spencer's car, Tommy had nestled himself into the backseat, and Spencer had started off in the direction of your area, that any of you had shared a word. The regular flirting that flowed freely over the car ride home, after being bottled up at work, was absent and left the space eerily silent. Until Tommy's head cocked to the side and he addressed Spencer.

'I had no idea you were in our area Spencer, when did you move?'

Spencer was silent for perhaps a beat too long, 'oh I uh-'

'Cause weren't you up north?'

'I... uh... still am' His voice was almost silent towards the end, achieving his goal of leaving Tommy momentarily clueless.

'What?'

Patting a hand on Spencer's shoulder you wordlessly insisted he go on,

'I still do, live up north that is.'

'Then wh- OHHH' In the quiet car his realization was like a siren, thankfully however, it fell away quickly, being immediately replaced with an amused chuckle. His laughter meant Tommy struggled to get out his playful criticism,

''S-so you d-drive like the compl-ete wr-wrong direction t-to t-t-o drop off... oh my god that's s-so silly and so cute b-but so dumb.'

'Not always... sometimes Spencer'll stay at mine or I'll-.' Your defense wasn't nearly as good as you'd thought it was in the moment and was cut off with more laughter and a sarcastic yet good natured, 'y-yeah that makes it make sense,' from the man behind you and a smile from the man by your side.

It might be silly but at this point that was a founding pillar of your relationship, and one you'd long since stopped denying, but that didn't stop you from trying, and failing, to defend yourselves on occasion.

Pulling a headband from your desk drawer, you pushed your hair out of your face and out of the way. It was a common enough occurrence, as was accidentally taking them home and losing them to the abyss, that you had quite a large number squirreled away. In the light of previous occurrences you had moved away from hair clips, cough Kiana cough, to their much less find-their-way-into-your-boyfriends-hair friends, the headband.

That being said, less than an hour later, standing, once again, by the kettle you watched as Spencer brushed hair from his eyes and tucked it behind his ears only for it to fall back in place almost immediately. The struggle was one you knew well, but the pout that his lips pulled into as it happened for the twenty-something-th time, was not something you could abide.

So settling down your mug of freshly made who-knows-what at your desk, you retrieved a headband, one not at all dissimilar to the one currently holding your own locks in place. Walking over to Spencer you tapped the table to get his attention, doubting his ability to see you through the hair he had seemingly relented to.

'Hey...'

'Hey... Come here.' Moving to stand by his side, you spun his chair from under his desk around to face you, running your hands through his hair, pushing it up. Softly pushing his head to hang back, you placed the headband across his forehead, before moving it up to secure his hair in place underneath it. Letting your fingers linger, you considered the moment. It wasn't Mr. Mime classy, but it was definitely a little bit silly and that seemed perfect.

Trailing a hand up past the band and over the back of his head, you rested it on the back of his chair, a movement he met with his cheek nestling against your forearm. Meeting his eyes, you held his gaze as his head tilted down and then back up. A single nod was all you needed as you leant down and pressed your lips to his.

It was nowhere near the first time, but it was the first time that it was accompanied by a call from down the hall, where Ian stood pumping his fist in the air.

'CALLED IT!'

[desiredcrescent]

White boy quest progress check:

Largely following through Astarion's plot has been fun consideration for Farryn's relationship with him. Farryn wants a very similar thing to what Astarion wants- Security. But he's aware, much like his magic, that the world is chaotic. There are no guarantees, farryn refuses to believe Fate is prewritten and unchangeable, and so the pursuit of total power, to him, only provides another element of chaos as opposed to stability.

Because Farryn suffers from being my first pc I'm trying to do the "right" things with him but it's become apparent over the course of the game that he'd rather let others choose what they think is right for them as thats Something he had to fight for himself.

But he also reserves the right to tell others he thinks they're wrong <3

This has meant that leading up to this point Farryn has been neutral/leaning slightly negative on the whole ascension thing- not because of the sacrificing others aspect, but because surely it can't be that good. Farryn is weary of it actually working at all but if thats what keeping astarion happy rn, he'll play alongr

and walking around the palace, checking in on Astarion?? Oh. Farryn has realised his boyfriend is dumber than he had previously checked him for. And that doesn't mean he wants to strip astarion of choice of his own future, but it does mean he will not hold back about his judgement fjdkdkd

time to play more baldur gate!! i found out smmn funky happened with my Daeris file and i might have to redo some stuff but ah well,, more screenshot opportunities ig

but aaaa anguish and suffering. back to the act 3 farryn grind 👍 (i love him act 3 is just stressin me oooouut)

[soop-cans]

So i was using toned paper for the first time, messing around and seeing how color pencils, graphite, all that works with it, yk (what I learned is liquid graphite wasn't made for this but thats beside the point) and we have silly blorbos, right?

Then I went back to my roots cause I can never escape angst and like??? Killer kinda ate???

Like i know this is the literal use of toned paper, to give that definition to light and dark (it acting as a middle *tone*), but like gd, it can be so dramatic when just making silly sketches /pos

Blue is community owned

Dream and Nightmare by Jokublog

Ink by Comyet

Epic by yugogeer012

Cross by Jakie

Killer by rahafwabas

[withered--s0uls]

Oh look it's another GD crossover

Ghost Drone AU - @electrozeistyking

You already saw all this art but shhh HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

This originally started out with me just wanting to draw Beanie interacting with the Intertwined Codes Kids but then I added some extra stuff lol.

If you're a reader of Intertwined Codes, this kinda sorta spoils future stuff bc only the twins have been mentioned in the Draft/Teaser fic but oh well. You have been warned.

IC!Uzi wouldn't like actually meet GD!N bc they'd kinda decide that "hey, let's not have the widowed man see an alternate version of his wife that actually got live." simply out of respect kinda?? So she would stick around at home with the kids whilst IC!N goes out to look for Beanies Dad after their kids drag her to them lmao.

So yeah she doesn't necessarily know the extent of the mans depression, the kids just mentioned there only being a dad so she just specifically asks about GD!N in this doodle

IC!N would quickly pick up on GD!N not being completely okay, even without being told any details. So he probably would end up sitting him down to talk on their way back to the IC!Doorman families place, wanting to help if he can in any way. (He runs a Daycare and tries to also be a support to any parent that needs it, so I feel he out of habit would lean into trying to do that with GD!N)

More/The kids under the Cut otherwise the post looks so long rip

I will go over each of these one by one (can'tdo close ups bc 10 image limit, I'll reblog this in a second with the close ups.)

Left are the Code-Related Nuzi kids, right are the adopted ones.

Code related kids

Zagi:

Not much to say, I'm still working out their personality - they're maybe 2-3 years older than Beanie, so they aren't too far apart in age. :)

Orita:

She's the sibling who started the trend of putting stickers on her siblings, so she DEFINITELY would do the same with Beanie.

She also probably originally was going to show her how to build a weapon, but her parents promptly stopped that lmao .

She would think it's really cool that Beanie has a custom core icon & in general is completely customized from the start! She herself was originally put into a regular worker body (just with the tail and headband being custom made by her mom), she had to build the DD forearms herself. She also has a sticker of the DD icon on her core, covering the WD icon :3

Rexim:

At this point he has enough siblings to be past the "ew a little kid" phase, so luckily Beanie gets spared that. His main camera is damaged, he only really uses his headband optics to look around, so he would kinda just look as if he's staring past her a lot. But bc of the obvious cracks in his visor I feel she would pick up on the fact he's not actually ignoring her.

Also he definitely would just play music to her, because IC!Uzi kinda always has music on whilst working in her workspace he kinda picked up some of her taste in music (Hence he's playing the same song that Uzi is shown to have been listening to in Ep7)

Raven:

First up THANK YOU Zeisty for helping me brainstorm silly stuff for them. They're a little ball of chaos now and I love them.

Anyways.

They would join Orita in bedazzling Beanie, and then they'd start talking about bird facts and also try to get Beanie to talk about her interests.

(Their height difference isnt 100% accurate bc halfway through drawing this I changed the IC timeline, making Raven about the same age as Zagi instead of them being a teen, so I kinda had to manually try and semi-fit their heights lol)

Adopted Kids

Ray:

Nothing to say. He's a baby. Tho whilst I was outlining this one I had to giggle because of how big he is in Beanies hands. She's so tiny 😭💕 /affectionate

Annika:

Oh boy. Ann.

Annika is the eldest kid & was adopted a while before Zagi was coded / whilst the parents were organizing the code copies for Zagi

She does NOT know how to talk to other kids. Never did. It made her stick out at the orphanage wing because she just avoided everyone. And it is very chaotic when Olivia and Ray first show up, because Ann's only idea of talking to other Drones is "well you got to be relatable" so she brings up the siblings dead parents bc like, her code parents are dead too. Both pairs dying to DDs. So yeah she probably would be the first, if not only one, in the whole household to just bring up GD!Uzi. She would do it like it's nothing either.

IC!Uzi would promptly get her to stop and sit her down having a conversation about "what did N and I say about trying to connect on that topic?"

Like IC!Uzi would actually feel really bad about it despite Beanie not knowing her mom. Bc she herself obviously didn't remember IC!Nori growing up but still didn't like the topic.

Olivia:

Olivia, as I said, was greeted with the topic of dead parents by Annika as well. So she probably would kinda interfere when IC!Uzi goes to sit Ann down to talk.

She would feel the need to apologize for the older girls behavior (which Ann would apologize for herself later too ofc) and would try to get Beanie to go play something together whilst IC!Uzi sorts that whole situation out.

She's also the closest to Beanies age probably, just was forced to mature bc of what happened to her parents, despite being taken in by Nuzi shortly after. She still obviously acts like a kid tho when comfortable, so I feel she would kinda ease up around Beanie and actually act more like a 4-5 year old around her.

Bonus? Bonus!

Needless to say Beanie would return home covered in stickers & hairpins (Orita & Raven have more than enough of those, they'd just let Beanie keep some)

RIP GD!N having to get her out of those stickers once they're back home

Also, for the "*humming*" variation of the picture I blame @k1k0oftheworld. Kiko was in vc with me when I was talking about how Beanie would be covered in stickers when she gets home, and saw the doodles as well.

He proposed the following scenario after seeing Rexim show Beanie IC!Uzis playlist:

Beanie humming dead batteries song & GD!N having a breakdown bc it reminds him of GD!Uzi

I do not take accountability for this, I was going to spare the poor widowed man.

(I scrapped the idea of him not knowing ab the IC!Doorman family and him getting a mini heart attack when Beanie goes "I met Mom today" in favor of him and IC!N meeting & talking - I WANTED TO SPARE HIS POOR HEART)

@k1k0oftheworld you owe him money for a therapy session now /silly

Anyways that's it, I'll put the close ups in the reblog like I said 👍

[inchidentally]

I'm literally looking at myself like you dumb bitch it’s a gd lego animation why are you writing this

but like The Inherent Gentleness of Landoscar

the gentle little voices they use in so many of their challenges compared to the Big Loud Fun Times With Loving Alphas that Lando's challenges with Carlos and Daniel had and with Oscar and the Prema boys !

the fact that Oscar never even properly raises his voice at all around Lando like he would with previous teammates and some of the Alpine videos. even when they're playing a big fun loud game of cricket outside and it merits shouting and yelling, Oscar never raises his voice at Lando. Lando is an absolute tiny terror, bellowing and shouting and whining at Oscar - and Oscar just giggles and ribs him gently in return. 

like, Oscar would fully allow himself to yell and get exasperated (jokingly) and make fun of all the other guys in his life - he’s Australian, it’s what he does! It would be weird if he didn’t!

but in the same way that even non fandom F1 fans picked up on Oscar’s accent softening and sounding more similar to Lando’s when they’re in videos together, Oscar massively softened the genetically and culturally coded sarcasm and ribbing when he noticed it didn’t always land the right way with Lando. and how even tho they have a perfectly healthy natural sense of competition between each other, Oscar never used to be at all shy about being competitive and a little cocky… until Lando, where Oscar now ducks his head and turns pink with embarrassment over the Sprint win being brought up and how Lando was always the one to bring it up and never Oscar. and it even turned into that gentle repetition of Lando’s expressions thing which he even does in a silly Lego video “team work makes the dream work” ??

and the thing is the more Oscar has specifically wanted to accommodate Lando’s preferences and quirks and habits, the gentler and quieter he’s become with him - which goes against every aspect of bromance logic that we as fans love so much ?? normally the best thing about Lando’s quirks and habits and contrariness is when his friends roast him about them or use them strategically to whip him up into hysterical giggles or screeching and possibly nearly break something or hurt himself in unserious ways.

but then there’s the fact that Lando is also a naturally shy person and he has as many quiet moods as he has hyperactive or excitable ones. and while he can have the more excitable ones with all of his friends and we get such great media content from them, it’s really only guys like Oscar and Max F who can also bring out his quieter and gentler moods on camera. 

and it’s literally fascinating to me that as a result that’s actually become more the default when Lando and Oscar are together - even down to never broadcasting when they spend time together outside of F1 commitments apart from mentioning it in passing. their time together is A Gentle Vibe and would feel weird to document bc it's at once so warm and friendly but also not A Big Deal!

and idk the fact that Oscar also doesn’t show overt bromance gestures of affection to Lando on camera or when specifically prompted by the media - but then he shows a consideration and attention to Lando that not even joking we only rly notice him do when it comes to Lily. and that most of Lando's other friends don't tend to show him apart from Max. and Oscar’s even like that w Lily where he doesn’t do the typical PDA or getting overly sentimental about her but he mentions her all the time to show how much a part of his life she is and isn't that more significant !! they’re his go-to for any question about himself that isn’t about racing - what Lando and Lily like and don’t like, how they tease him or give him a hard time, what he finds exasperating in a fond way about them. something about Oscar not rly caring if he’s a dynamic or at all fan popular person outside of racing and then being a mirror to reflect the much more interesting qualities of these two unique people who are in his life more than anyone else something something !!

but mainly it’s how the youngest and most closely competitive pairing on the grid are also the least overtly Manly Aggressive Men and don’t honestly seem at all concerned with trying to be so ! even the way they treated the usual mind games/fighting talk thing by just finding the whole concept amusing !! same with team orders where they just say ‘oh it was fair!’ and they’re both just so effortlessly What Is Gender that it rly is like they are watching The Men* from a distance most of the time and peacefully sharing silent communication with each other and speaking in voices so soft that The Men cannot even hear and like they just exist in this aura that makes us think they’re twins when actually their looks and their personalities aren’t twinning it’s just that they inhabit this wavelength exclusive to themselves and they do frighteningly well at pictionary and they coo these little thoughts at each other and it’s sometimes creepy but endlessly intriguing !!!

and how as fans there’s never any Top/Bottom Dominant/Submissive laws or even popular tendencies we literally all enjoy writing and thinking of them in fanon in every possible way and it always fits !!

just cool to me !

*with special exceptions at times for Lewis and Charles here - sometimes

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

Drawfee crew as animal archetypes because I've lost control of my life

Nathan: crusty little white dog. incredibly lowkey and chill until you say the magic words ("Wanna go for a walk?"/"Hey can you tell me about Pokemon/Baldur's Gate/Marvel Snap/Magic?"). stretches a lot. VERY anxious but strangers think he's just quirky. sick a lot. an utter lovebug. picky eater, and he is RIGHT to be. give that man the fancy shit, he deserves it.

Julia: weird insect that's kinda creepy but they're so chill you gotta respect them. very hard to figure out at first glance, but after a while she's an open book. likes to do a funny lil walk sometimes. never does what you expect, always delights, sometimes alarms. "POWER THROUGH, NOTHING CAN DEFEAT ME, NOT EVEN GOD" *passes out on the couch the second she stops moving* So Many Fucking Eyes

Jacob: terrier/herding dog mix. absolutely HORRENDOUS energy for the vast majority of homes, but with the right family he's a perfect angel. always taking care of his Person (Julia). tries really hard to keep the crew on track, is too silly to do that effectively. AnxietyTM. goofy fella, always tangling up in himself, but an absolute force of nature when he's in his element (playing Dark Souls or drawing funny lil guys).

Karina: scrungly little ferret. hoards things like socks, figurines, pathetic anime men, and plushies. catlike enough to be called a cat, too feral to be as happily domesticated as one. shy and hides it by biting people. bites to show affection. bites to show displeasure. bites to show playfulness. bites. SO fucking charming though you have to forgive her for the biting.

David: the mythical outdoor cat who is never hurt or sick. rarely shows up, but when they do it's a fucking treat and everyone is SO excited. sweetest of the bunch, but also the shyest. cameras mysteriously seem incapable of capturing their true beauty. you cannot film their face. Tell Us More About You, Monarch.

BONUS! Caldwell: yappy little pup who's annoying as fuck until you realize that he's just So Happy To See You and then it's like. Oh. Oh gd I'm so sorry. I was so rude to you, little yapper, and you were just happy to be here. Oh fuck. I'm sorry. I love you. Please come back, Drawfather.

[escapetheslaughters]

Attention- I'm still hot about it so I gotta make it known because I've had it up to the gills with it.

How I run my blog. Is how I run my blog. If people would take the time to read my gd page for just a few seconds -- you'd know right away this is an AU of Bloodmoon... Who has had the chance to learn some things about life. Who had the chance to learn how to grow, make connections, have friends, family and find love.

I have stated on the initial intro of the blog that I can get NSFW sometimes.

I've stated and fixed and made arrangements for tags to be made when I have said things happen.

I just find it funny that every time Bloodmoon has a moment of peace, or a moment to learn, to be spontaneous or being loving towards family -- someone has got to make it THEIR MISSION...to question how I run my blog. To question: Why did Bloodmoon say this? Do that? Think this? Act like that?

Because they're -- first off-- a different Bloodmoon. They're not the original Bloodmoon. Secondly-- they've been altered a few times already. At their core, they're still killers. They're murderous. But it's being redirected and it's being managed. They're able to think past their hunger.

Every. Damn. Time. Bloodmoon does something spontaneous to grow to mature or even to just be silly or to jump into something wild because THAT'S WHO THEY ARE?! If you have a problem with the way I write these AU characters, then step off. I'm not gonna keep being questioned at every fucking turn like I'm doing something WRONG. I come here to relax and RP and be silly but LATELY it's like I can't catch a break here EITHER because someone doesn't like the way I run things on this blog. So either shut up, ask your questions with SOME level of decency and respectfully ask WHY rather than coming off like you got a problem with me, or step out the fucking door!

[reddiesworldsblog]

daily reminder day 219: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s doing some well deserved gay shit.

daily reminder day 220: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s uhhh…oh- um, uhhhhh- yeah he’s busy. but he hopes you all have a good day :)

daily reminder day 221: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are going on a mini random roadtrip. they could use a small getaway.

daily reminder day 222: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s making up his and richie’s bed. there’s a method to his madness, the bed always has to be made a particular way which is why eddie’s always the one to do it. richie is quick to throw the blankets and pillows on the bed where they’re still very much wrinkled and out of place; it drives eddie INSANE. he’s almost done with it now, propping and fluffing up the pillows against their headboard neatly. that is until suddenly he’s being picked up from behind with strong arms and the smell of Old Spice with a mix of musk filling his senses, yelping and kicking wildly in the process. eddie knows who it is and knows what’s about to happen next, and because of that he begins yelling “richie no! the bed!! i just made the be- !!!” but before he can get it all out, richie is already tossing eddie onto the bed with a laugh, the force of him hitting the bed wrinkling their comforter and making the pillows scatter and fall to the floor. and before eddie can bitch and complain, richie climbs on the bed and kisses eddie a little silly. they stay like that for a while, languidly kissing and eddie letting himself get distracted. but richie’s not off the hook yet, eddie’s gonna let him HAVE IT when he finally remembers how they ended up kissing on the bed in the first place.

daily reminder day 223: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s comparing his and richie’s hand sizes and once again complaining how unfair it is that richie’s hands are so gd big.

daily reminder day 224: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s most definitely not playing sims and putting him and richie in the game and making a whole mini life for them in it. no way. he’s a grown ass man, why on earth would he do that….

daily reminder 225: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s craving for a kiss (or 30) but can’t get one because richie is still not home yet. and if richie doesn’t haul ass home right now eddie’s gonna get extra silly and bl0w up their pool. he wants richie NOW!

daily reminder day 226: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are having a cookout for them and a few neighbors plus bev and ben who came out to visit. richie is at the grill and hes wearing his signature “kiss the chef!” apron. and because nothing has changed from when they first started dating YEARS ago, richie teases him into giving him a kiss, to which eddie does “reluctantly” after the playful bickering.

daily reminder day 227: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s letting richie count the freckles and moles that he has all over his body, per richie’s request. it’s kinda sweet, eddie thinks, how gentle richie is as he drags his fingers down his skin to keep count of the chocolate spots that decorate eddie’s soft, tan skin; how interested and invested richie is as he counts with a soft smile. eddie really wants to kiss him, but he’ll do that when richie is done.

update: eddie has 143 freckles.

daily reminder day 228: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s trying to steal richie’s glasses as they play fight. once he gets them he laughs in richie’s face and puts them on and tries to run away, only to end up yelping and falling on his face. it was then that he realized that richie wasn’t exaggerating about his eye sight and now eddie cant see either. needless to say he’s learned his lesson.

daily reminder day 229: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s bouncing off the walls because he just walked outside and felt a cool breeze. fall is almost here, guys.

[gravyhoney]

YOOOO WHATS UP W THIS SILLY I'M SO CURIOUS

EHEHEEHEEHEH I LOVE HER THANKS FOR ASKING‼️‼️ Quickkkkkk warning for VERY brief mentions of underage drinking/weed smoking.

So she’s half dragon half shapeshifter. Specifically Geathal shapeshifter (the world my best friend and I have worked on since we were 13 n 12 respectively)

Dragon mom (Farrah) on the left, shifter mom (Asha) on the right.

She’s got two wayyyy older brothers (Juno, 11 years old than her, and C.J., 9 years older than her)

She’s the oldest of her friend group and dating Inky.

Fae and Inky started dating in Inky’s Junior year and faer own senior year, bc Inky was DOWN BAD the moment they met but never said anything bc Pastel had this awful boyfriend (insert obligatory joke about bisexual women dating homophobic men bc. That’s what happened.) but Pastel ALSO liked Inky, was just fucking awful at picking up cues n shit and didn’t know until they were doing ✨underage drinking and smoking weed✨ at a party none of them were supposed to be at and Inky and Pastel kiss, which leads to Pastel breaking up with luns shitty bf (who was also cheating on lun) and they talk about feelings and shit and take it way slow and. They’re the healthiest relationship in Golden Dandelions.

I’m planning on writing GD I PROMISE but for timeline shit, Pastel ends up out of the picture near-ish the beginning bc faer going off to college out of state. It’s gonna be a whole plot point about Inky needing to learn to let go and accept change and stuff, but yeah. Pastel goes to college and wayyyyy in the future after she graduates, she and Inky get happily married after Inky successfully doesn’t die. And then Pastel uses her psychology degree to become a therapist.

ALSO fun thing about her, she spent literal YEARS having to pretend to be human do to the ✨illegal nature of being not human in the city they all live✨ (this is remedied long before Golden Dandelions takes place) so her ref sheet reflects how she looked and presented when she was 19. Even after inhumans were allowed to exist as they were, the human beauty standards had been SO drilled into faer by then, that fae didn’t fully transition back to looking like faer true self. So in real actual canon, and way after Golden Dandelions ends her skin is a v light pinkish-purple instead of human person white.

She’s very fun to draw and I consider her one of my first ocs, only bc I created her after I knew what the term oc meant. Also she used to be an Undertale oc. Undertale AU oc if u wanna get specific. Shoutout Inktale.

[angstyaches]

Could u do another similar to the Valentine’s Day Drabble were it’s very fluffy and the person is embarrassed by there gas. There blushing and excusing themselves as there stomach rumbles also phrases like goodness! excuse me dear

or just excuse me or pardon. And my stomach is upset or disagreeing with me please.

I love ur blog have a gd day ♥️

Ahhh, I'm so nervous about this one because it's different and a little silly.

I wasn't sure how I felt about this request but I took some parts and combined when with an idea I already had brewing, I hope that's okay, anon!

Early(ish) Days Felix.

CW: vampire blood-drinking, fantasy elements, overindulgence, bloating, stomach noises, burping, embarrassment, intentional burping, mentions of previous nausea and lack of appetite etc.

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“Hello,” Elliott said as he walked through the bedroom door.

“Hi,” Felix called out, hoping he didn’t sound as strained as he thought he did. He wanted to be excited that Elliott was finally home, but he wasn’t sure his body would let him.

The bed jostled as Elliott sat down to take off his shoes and, in turn, so did the warm, heavy lump of pressure in Felix’s belly. He felt his stomach walls tremble with the effort of holding that pressure in place, but instead of cramping or churning, it continued to just… sit there beneath his rib, but not before letting out an audible groan from under the duvet.

Elliott paused and straightened his back at the edge of the bed. An amused half-smile crossed his face as he turned his head. Felix’s belly didn’t exactly have a reputation for going about its day without making a peep, but more commonly, it was wracked with twisting pleas for sustenance, or the watery gurgles of nausea.

“Was that your stomach?” Elliott asked incredulously, as though part of him wondered if the sound had come from his own.

All the blood – his own blood, that is – in Felix’s veins felt like it was rushing to his face and neck.

He nodded. "Pardon me."

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. I just… I may have pulled a you today.”

Elliott’s smile dimpled his cheeks. “A me?”

“Yes,” Felix said, savouring the chance to be cryptic for once.

“And what, pray tell, does that mean?” Elliott chuckled, bending at the waist again to continue unlacing his shoes. “More to the point, should I be flattered or offended right now?”

Felix winced as he watched his partner; Nancy had assured him it was almost impossible, but if Felix tried bending like that right about now, he would surely projectile vomit across the room.

He swallowed carefully at the thought, feeling a tiny bubble of pressure deep in his chest.

“I may have… over-indulged.”

Elliott sat up and glanced over his shoulder at Felix again – first, twisting to get a look at the swell of his belly, and then turning towards his face. He undoubtedly noticed the improvement in his colour; even Felix himself had noticed in the mirror earlier. Vampire starvation apparently took a while to take its toll, but could be remedied fairly quickly under the right circumstances.

“Over-indulged on…?” Elliott raised an eyebrow.

“Blood. Yes.”

“On a hunt?”

Felix nodded.

“Oh. Nice. Where did you go?”

“The woods.” Felix gave a light shrug. “You know geography isn’t my strong suit. I’m certain Ryan can fill you in the details…”

At the emergence of another deep, sluggish rumble, Felix flinched, an inexplicable shyness washing over him. He wasn’t sure if it was the relief that sparkled in the amber of Elliott’s eyes, or something else, that sparked a warm glow in his chest. He didn’t dare to hope that Elliott might be… proud of him? Or, at the very least, less worried about him than he usually had to be.

“I’m assuming Nancy gave you something for the nausea, then?”

“Yes,” Felix said, trying to brace himself for the wobble in the mattress as Elliott moved again. “It was incredible. Like night and day.”

Elliott finally kicked off his shoes and placed them to the side of his dresser. “Oh?”

“She gave me a tonic, which…” Felix paused as he listened to his own stomach churn, feeling its gently burbling movements inside. He smiled in Elliott’s direction to assure him he was okay. “I’m not quite certain, but I think it relaxed the muscles in my stomach. Have you heard of that?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“She and Ryan must have developed it recently then.”

Elliott scoffed. “Or I just never had need of it.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” Felix grimaced. He was both very attracted to and envious of Elliott’s seemingly indestructible digestive system.

Then again, if there were any stories from Elliott’s transformation days that painted him in a less-than-indestructible light, Felix was sure he’d gone to lengths to make sure those stories were kept airtight.

“So, it worked?”

“Yes. Once everything relaxed, it…” Felix almost didn’t want to admit that today’s hunt – the adrenaline, the euphoria, the feeling that he was the strongest creature on the food chain – aligned uncannily with how Elliott had described it all along. “It felt… the way I assume it is supposed to feel.”

Instead of hitting him with an I told you so though, Elliott leaned on his elbow, bringing his face closer to Felix’s. His bergamot-heavy cologne made Felix’s head swim in the most delicious way.

“Amazing,” Elliott whispered, with an almost relieved warble to his voice. And maybe a touch of excitement, too? He looked like someone who had been the only one to know a secret for years and years, only to finally have someone to confide in about it. “Right?”

“Incredible, Elli.” Felix wished he had it in him to sound more enthusiastic about it. “Once my body was relaxed and I was in the right headspace, it was… honestly astonishing how hungry I ended up feeling.”

“Not that astonishing.” The spark in Elliott’s eyes dampened slightly. “You didn’t keep anything down for almost a week, boo.”

Felix chewed the inside of his lip at the pet name. Elliott must have caught himself using it too, because he lowered his chin slightly to hide the smile that twitched across his face.

He hummed low in his throat as he reclined into place on the bed, turning to place his head on the pillow beside Felix’s.

All of the movement made Felix’s weight shift on the mattress again, earning yet another groaning vibration from his stomach. Nancy had warned him that along with easing any potential nausea or cramps, the tonic would also slow down the digestive process, meaning he was in for a long night of lying on his back, more or less immobile, as he had been all evening.

He hadn’t been prepared for how exhausted he would feel once his stomach was satisfied. His muscles felt like cotton wool. It was an effort even for his arms to work against gravity right now, so he’d spent most of his horizontal time with his arms placed neatly by his sides.

Felix swallowed. He was just thinking about how nice it would be to have a hand on his content-yet-confused belly when Elliott reached out and placed – no, braced a hand gently on his side, as though in apology for all of the movement.

“Felix,” Elliott exclaimed as his fingers edged up the gentle swell that pushed through the duvet. “Jesus. How much did you drink exactly?”

“Gosh, like I said…” The tips of Felix’s ears burned with indignance, and he found himself gulping drily again. “I believe I experienced something similar to your… frenzies.”

If he was offended or perturbed at all by that, Elliott didn’t say or indicate so.

He peeled the duvet back, exposing the t-shirt that Felix’s abdomen was doing its best to escape from. Its rumbling was even more obvious – and consistent – now that there was no thick blanket to muffle it. His t-shirt had gotten bunched up as he’d gotten comfortable in bed, leaving the lower half of his abdomen exposed.

Felix pressed his lips together and swallowed harshly, his tired lungs shuddering just from holding his breath for a couple of seconds.

He frowned and watched the curve of his belly lift and press even harder against his clothes as he inhaled, hands slumped by his sides. His stomach felt like a sentient water balloon struggling about inside of him.

The warmth and the weight of Elliott’s hand was pleasantly reassuring, though.

"Pardon," he murmured when his stomach shifted noisily again.

Elliott shook his head in mild distaste. "You don't have to pardon yourself every time your stomach makes noise."

Felix disagreed with a silent grimace to himself.

“I am so delighted for you,” Elliott insisted. “The fact that you finally got to enjoy feeding? Felix, that is everything.”

A flutter in his chest allowed Felix to relax into a proper smile. “It is?”

“Absolutely.” Elliott paused to let Felix’s belly grumble into the silence of the room. He waited for a particularly high-pitched, bubbly gurgle to break up the deeper sounds before he frowned and asked, "Are you feeling alright?"

"Oh, gosh." Felix gulped. "Yes. Sorry. Pardon all of the... disturbance."

Felix squirmed as much as his lethargy would allow him. He found himself wishing his stomach would give it a rest now. Sure, maybe it’d been endearing at first – Elliott certainly seemed to think so – but this was getting ridiculous. It was also getting a little difficult to breathe without becoming painfully aware of his stomach pressing on his lungs.

He wasn’t in pain; in fact, there was something satisfying about feeling his stomach churn and groan and process such a huge amount of blood. He’d been empty, or close to it, for so long, his body so starved for blood that regular food was digested at an accelerated rate, leaving him with hunger pangs mere hours after having a full meal.

But this was… lingering. Satisfying. Something he’d started to doubt would ever be possible for him.

His train of thought was de-railed as Elliott put a single fingertip against his side. The soft, stretched-out flesh barely reacted as he applied the pressure, but as he pulled his finger back and released it, Felix’s tummy wobbled from side to side, acting a lot like the water balloon it felt like.

Felix hummed under his breath, feeling everything – everything – as his stomach trembled inside.

Another trickling gurgle ran through his belly. The impulse to swallow washed sluggishly over him, but before he could do anything about it, a soft burp tickled at the back of his throat, rolling out over his tongue.

"Oh... gosh," he squeaked.

Elliott’s hand splayed over the top of Felix’s stomach, stiff with surprise.

Eyes watering, Felix pinned his gaze on the ceiling. He wanted to cover his face with his hands, but his silly arms felt like jelly. It felt as though the world had shifted on its axis, landing him in an alternative reality where he held even less mystery in Elliott’s eyes. Besides the queasy ones that always found their way out during a vomiting session, he had never burped in front of Elliott before.  

This wasn’t fair. There was very little spasming in his belly or throat, so the gas had simply slipped out of him like it’d been pressed out by an outside force. There was just no room left for it.

“Par – pardon me,” Felix murmured as an afterthought.

“Sorry if that was my fault,” Elliott said. He lifted his hand from Felix’s belly. “Should I stop?”

Felix turned his head to look at Elliott’s idle hand and let out a resigned sigh. He was in for a penny, now; what difference would a pound make? “Do whatever you want, darling. It’s not as though there’s much I can do to stop you.”

“Wait. Are you angry with me?”

“What? No.”

“Something is wrong,” Elliott observed. “Are you sure you're feeling well? Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“Well, then, talk to me.”

“I had never…” Felix mumbled off the rest of his complaint, face blazing with heat. He was kind of grateful for the blush; at least Elliott would be able to tell that he was ashamed of what he'd done.

Elliott just stared blankly at him. “What?”

“Oh, my gosh. IhadneverburpedinfrontofyoubeforenandnowI’membarrassed,” Felix blurted out. “Alright?”

It was a half-truth; Elliott had heard Felix expel gas from his mouth more times than Felix was willing to recall, during his many vomiting sessions over the past few months. But this was different. He wasn't nauseous. He should have had more control over himself.

“Embarrassed?” Elliott chuckled like he'd been told an amazing joke. He smoothed a hand over Felix's arm. “Fee, you don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me. Especially not over this. I’ve burped around you lots of times.”

“No,” Felix complained miserably, “you haven’t.”

Elliott’s lips parted, as though he were about to give an example of a time when he had, but his eyes glazed over slightly as the gears turned in his head. “Well… perhaps I haven’t.”

Felix hummed in disappointment. He would have liked to be proven wrong.

“Give me a moment.”

Elliott raised his shoulder from the bed slightly, as though he were halfway into a sit-up. His defined stomach clenched visibly under the fabric of his shirt. He took the hand from Felix’s belly and curled it over the inward curve of his own. Then he inclined his chin and he pressed a little harder…

A low, swishing gurgle made Felix’s ears prick up.

Elliott opened his mouth to release a low, controlled belch, snapping his jaw shut as soon as he was done. Then he relaxed his shoulders into the bed again.

“There,” he said breezily, brushing his fingertips over his stomach muscles. “We’re even now.”

Felix could only gaze at his partner's face. His head didn't feel like it was going to burst into blame anymore, and the strained grumbling of his stomach didn't snag his attention quite as abruptly now.

There was just the two of them.