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[strawberryteabunny]

a collection of various Forest Lolita Shenanigans™️

[bishy437]

inuyasha-esque AU where moshang travel back & forth between worlds bc im stupid like that 🥴

[crsssie]

ring ring - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"DAVE—"

The bullet pierces through her hand before anyone can think, and you waste no time pinning her down and throwing her on the ground, listening to the way something crunches when you make the arrest.

"Jesus Christ. I'm all for evil women but this one just has no redeeming qualities." You pull her to her feet, walking her to the cop car. "Nice try, though."

"You BITCH." She bites.

"Yeah, been called that a few times. It sticks."

"Nice shot." Morgan nods. "How'd you know?"

"She had no signs of torture." You point at her clear skin, chuckling. "At least try some makeup next time before your escape, hm?"

"Like the purple on your neck?"

"Oh, I'll do a better job next time." You stretch your arms, glancing at the rest of the victims. "Are we free?"

"Let's ride back. They'll take care of the rest."

You glance at your ringing phone, answering as you slide into the backseat.

"Hey."

"Hey. All safe?"

"We're all good." You hum. "You wanna get dinner after this? I'm starving."

"Indian?"

"I'm so down." You groan. "A good butter chicken with naan right now sounds like heaven."

"Sounds good." Spencer hums. "Nothing hurt?"

"Nothing. She tried killing Dave, but—"

"She?"

"What? God forbid a woman be evil for once."

You raise a brow when Rossi glances back at you.

"I'll see you in a bit. Rossi's giving me a weird look. I don't want to get re-evaluated."

"Alright. Stay safe. Love you."

"Love you too." You turn off your phone, pursing your lips when Morgan gives you a look.

"So. I love you, huh?"

"Love you too, Derek."

He barks out a laugh.

[motherfuckingbrad]

she’s so me

[holy-shit-deer]

HEY GUYS I’M BACK

…sorta. I’ve been thinking about it for quite a bit and I really wanna post more on this blog!! It’s not gonna be like every day or anything of course but y’know,,,maybe more than once every 1,000 years lol. Was debating on whether to post this now or during December this year but that’s like. A lot of waiting…lol. So I just decided to post now while it’s on my mind. Plus this blog ain’t super popular so like what’s the harm sndjsj- I appreciate all the followers I do have tho uwu

But anyways!!! For my great return I shall share: My Santa aka St. Nick!! Here’s his current design, was planning to tweak his coat design but uhhh haven’t gotten around to it yet so I’ll just post as is. He looks stern but he cares about everyone deeply…he’s just a little stressed out ;P

His young self!! Note: he’s not originally from the North Pole. In fact, he actually uses fire magic! Buuut during his travels one thing leads to another and he makes a friend and decides to stay, which eventually leads to the creation of Christmas >:)

You can sorta tell but this art here is older- Wanted to add it anyway tho bc it’s so silly. He used to be so much happier, wonder what could’ve happened….

Oooo, who’s this?? An old friend of Nick’s? Interestinggggg!!!

This is Yomi, Nick’s best friend he meets during his travels in the North Pole, and the co-creator of Christmas! They met by chance and became inseparable, hehe!! But one day she met her demise, and Nick was never the same…

Here’s this WIP I never finished. They parallel Rudy and Braxus quite a lot, huh :P

Important stuff outta the way! More yapping under the cut

As you can see, I’ve got a wholeee lot more stuff on Santa than I did before. Buuut I’m not gonna pretend I have everything in this story figured out- There’s still a lot of things that are just vague ideas I haven’t fleshed out yet. Y’know, like the reason Nick was traveling the North Pole in the first place. And of course, the yeti in the room…how tf does Yomi die- I made this blog to share my silly lore but I guess it’s also kinda documenting my progress lol- I’m not 100% I’m capable of making this a full webcomic but I do want to, sooo… I’ll keep working to figure this story out. I hope fans of this blog enjoy seeing my progress as well :>

[jakekazansky]

What’s the point of scheduling a delivery for later if you’re going to make it and deliver it now???????

[elliasnovember]

NEW STORY TEASER FROM RC OFFICIAL TWITTER: https://twitter.com/ysiromanceclub/status/1782801609531052507?s=4

Prominently featured Black Characters?! LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO ‼️‼️🙌🏽🥳🥳💖

[scionshtola]

i’ve progressively given cori curlier and curlier hair which i think means i’m allowed to commission more portraits of them

[finn-is-in-the-house]

yippe mesmerizer miku fanart!!!!1!1!!1

[dirtbra1n]

say you’re something like fifteen years old. you sought out a life in the dorms because you couldn’t bear to stay home for reasons you can’t really get into. locked up tight, it doesn’t matter much. say there was this cool older guy, and you were going to be living with him for the coming year, and it was his responsibility to look out for you.

say you feel kind of bad about this.

he doesn’t know what a weird little kid you were, and the hope is that he’ll never have to figure out what you're like sick and nauseous. maybe you could be a cute underclassman to him. probably it'd be fine.

say, then, that he actually takes care of you. properly, like an older brother.

you’ve already got one, yeah. this is just way easier. no external factors screwing this up for you. no mom to basically feed you words to spit back up.

you’re not gonna tell her you said that.

the two of you share a room. you don't hate it. you play games, and he calls you Hanzawa with no pretense of closeness even when you kind of itch for it. you don't have to carry burdens for him because there are no burdens to carry. he has the shoulders to hold them himself.

one thing they don’t tell you about walking into a relationship with someone that guarantees closeness is that there isn't actually a clear and distinct line that says what kinds of feelings you will or will not experience.

maybe you aren't so good at selling the cute underclassman thing.

he's still pretty casual about touching you, and you don't mind it. you like spending time with him, because he makes it easy. maybe you wake up in the middle of the night feeling something, no emotional context for anything, and you look over at him, and you don't stop looking at him—he's like a meter and a half away from you, where else are you gonna look. he's asleep and looks so solid, and you don't actually know what you're staring at him for.

you have brothers, and you know what having a brother feels like, and as much as that is a can of worms for you, you also know that this isn't that.

so what is it, then? you turn your entire body away from him because you probably wouldn't stop staring at him if you didn't.

so he's still casual about touching you, and you don't get weird about it, you don't think. you still play games, you still have fun. it's still all those other things. no burdens to carry, he can carry them himself.

just, you know. you’re still caught on the shoulders thing and you haven’t puzzled out why.

so all of that. a lot of moving pieces, right? say he’s also your club’s vice president.

there’s a different feeling to it. kinetic energy, buzzing, melting down on the way home from the gym. liquid, pulsing energy, sloshing around between your ears; like your brain melts a little more with each passing day, paradox matter that only stays in-tact when you’re flushed red-hot.

funny, white-noise quiet when the two of you are getting ready for bed. neither created nor destroyed; just different.

you end up, somehow, so intimately tied up into his inner circle that you get kind of lost, a little co-dependent.

you're good at ping pong and he's better.

moving piece: a presence with gravity. moving pieces: say, hypothetically, that an inner circle is a little like being in orbit.

alternatively, admit your head’s in the clouds. take a drink, your mouth’s gone dry.

be outside, look in.

you play your role, he plays his. something you aren’t catching onto, right on the tip of your tongue. between sets, on the walk home—cooling and melting down. you dance around each other in the dorm as he goes from big to bigger.

it’s a funny taste. you can’t place it. you sort of think you never will.

be outside, look in. for real this time.

that pull doesn't go away. it's never gonna go away. you look away one second and have a part of yourself, god knows which, taken and placed on his tongue, swallowed to take with him. a keepsake.

somewhere between points b and c, though, sometime before he’s gone for good, two first years walk into club.

[copepodkisser5000]

~INTRO TIME~

i go by Synth online. i probably count as a “tumblr old” (been here since 2011, and i’m even older than the source material my f/o comes from). i’m one of these 🏳️‍🌈. i do a lot of arts n crafts, and have commissions open. i’m bad at writing about me.

this is my main selfship sideblog- my main blog and the one i'll follow you from is @leadendeath, mostly furry-oriented but personal too, and if you want more general spunch.b0p-related goodness, i’m over at @1percentevil. if you already know me from those places, you are absolutely fine to follow/interact/whatever. i’m only joking when i call myself cringe or embarrassing :))) i’m unnecessarily self-conscious about every action i’ve ever done ever and i gotta get over it somehow.

This isn’t a faq, more like a “things you might be wondering about”:

“What does your url mean?” -the species plankton are called copepods. yay for having a pre-existing interest in marine bio. the 5000 doesn’t mean anything, i just thought it looks cool. and vaguely technological.

“Plankton is already married…” -anyone who loves Plankton, i also love by extension. That includes Karen! luckily i like computers and robots too very much :)

“So are you okay with sharing him?” -See above. Yes! He needs all the love.

“Anniversary?” -23/7/23. i already knew him from years back, but really reconnected with him when i heard a certain song… it was love at first listen. i’ve had few and far between f/os in the past, and every time it was the same “fall for them hard and fast” situation.

“F/O list?” -just the one guy is all i need. :)

Now here’s where i’ll infodump about my s/i…… eventually lol. When I get round to getting a few sketches I’ve done out of “WIP purgatory”, I’ll post about it under the #🦈 tag. I’m a shark, his best(/only…) customer, then shoulder to cry on, then we progress to more… lil dweeb latches on to the first guy who truly doesn’t consider him a loser. i could be talking about either of them there…

❗i now have a toyhouse page for it! backstory and more here❗

blinkie cred

One little thing which i've started putting on all my "about" pages: i've never stated what i would like people to tag for in all my time on tumblr, but i'm making a change for that now. Please tag #cats and #scars for me, i would appreciate it immensely. i'll tag for anything you'd like too! <3

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puts a wee crown on your head thanks for tagging flashing gifs

I serve the people, and the people b getting migraines

[fingertipsmp3]

Had THE funniest dream last night

[ohmuqueen]

@6v6ism um hi I love your tags A LOT and I just want to tell you I’m so grateful for this bc I only became a shawol in 2020 but I always wished that Everybody era had been the era I became a shawol and I appreciate this analysis so much. I wasn’t a shawol at the time and couldn’t experience this in real time- of course I knew this was a busy time in their careers but it’s totally different hearing about it in vague terms and then reading this and I’m just so grateful, thank you 🙏

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[noahtally-famous]

no thoughts just rotating that seastar wt canon divergence au I thought up yesterday

specifically bridgette running to heather when sierra’s cake (and the plane) explodes, uncaring that she’s shorter or that she stumbles several times on her way there, and just tackles heather to the ground, arms wrapped tightly around her middle, trying to shield her. and as the explosion sounds, heather’s arms wrap around her and she instinctively—as unthinking as breathing—flips them sideways so she’s partially shielding bridgette from the blast, her face buried in her hair. and when bridgette finally looks up from where her face was pressed into heather’s neck, she whispers to heather “you do care” and she sounds so stunned but happy while heather looks horrified