#its just a little nibble

[kurbiismind]

Oh hey, Got curious... :›

A bit of some fun information, My slimes don't actually change color when they blush (but thats hard to show in a still sketch comic.) The Cores vibrate more than usual and they don't have as strong control of their body form/shape. As they calm down they bring their form back in. :›

For what it's worth, invei is handling this pretty well :)

Also, I'm gonna try posting more sketches / crunchy animations if y'all are down for it :›

[pinazee]

Quick thought on the lords in black, are they a commentary on the internet, beings created in a space of black (the screens of our phone) and white (the light that reflects back)? They represent the worst thats come from it- how quickly we are enflamed to rage (wiggly), consuming the fake pageantry (nibbly), watching us destroy ourselves and each other (blinky), keeping record of all the mistakes we’ve made in the past with no redemption (tinky), and getting locked into a singular opinion, or voice (pokey).

Then with Webby, she is the best to come of the internet, which is that it connects us all. She can’t save the citizens of hatchetfield because ultimately the existence of the lords and how they interact in hatchetfield is up to the them. The lords exist because they summon them and until they can find a way to take away their power, they’re doomed to keep repeating their mistakes.

Sidenote: i kind of hope the hatchetfield saga ends in an Into the Woods style musical, where they’ve pulled characters from all these different timelines. So we get the original Paul (who was pulled after pokeys reign and has his mind mostly back except he sings all the time now), stoner emma (or linda for that matter), pete spankovski (eventually freeing ted from his box), lex (and grace chasity as a villain), becky or ms. Holloway, green peace girl (and melissa for a joke), and general mcnamara (who’s the only one who knows whats going on). Et al really

[nukacourier]

Gonna mention something unsavory about Pierre because I can

He has cannibalistic tendencies but thats probably unsurprising to anyone who's been reading my posts about her

[green-tea-lemonade]

Your solnep gives me life <3

give power!!! give life!!!

a powerhouse of a duo!!!

[littleplantfreak]

this is the vampire tsubaki song btw

[starscelly]

“caught in the act”

[sandwitchstories]

Annnd a sneak peak at another one of my WIPS because I am feeling generous and finding parts I really like while editing lol

Masachika laughed, “Another few years and I’ll marry you. How about that, princess?”

“How about Never? Or maybe 3 months from Not Happening? Sorry Masa, I'm not gonna give you any kisses.  You’re gonna stay a frog forever,” she shot back with a smile. 

“So mean!” He said. “You wound me, my lady!”

“I haven’t yet but if you don’t knock it off I will. I mean, I do have a brand new shiny, stabby stick to try out,” she offered.

“Such violence!” he gasped. “Seriously though, isn’t finding a husband at least part of why a girl would join the Corps?”

“Why do you think that all women are inspired purely by romance or inspired by wanting to impress a man?” Y/N came to a stop and asked him honestly. “I’m in the Corps for the same reason as many other people. Demons must be eradicated from this Earth. Additionally, I’m a legacy. My father was a Hashira. I have no siblings. Of course I carry the mantle. I aspire to be a Hashira, not a bride. Now, have I made myself perfectly clear about this?”

“Almost. Why couldn’t you be a Hashira and a bride?” Masa asked.

“Why does being a bride have to even be part of the equation?” Y/N asked, exasperated. She began walking again. 

“So what? You’ve never had a crush? Never had someone give you butterflies, princess?” Yes, and as good looking as you are, it isn’t you, Masachika Kumeno. His name is Kyojuro and I fell in love with him at Final Selection beneath a canopy of Wisteria.

“As if I would tell you if I liked someone! And as for the other part- those probably aren’t butterflies, Masa, that’s most likely gas. You should go to the healer for that,” Y/N shook her head at her companion, glad they had finally made it to town.

[quordleona03]

That feeling when:

A story you wrote for a friend for Christmas 2003 gets its very first comment in 20 years.

[silverthelovebug]

Cupid Deity Horror this, Cupid Deity Horror that, grow up!!!

Where’s my actually canon horror, where’s my illegal crimes in EAH?

Yeah I’m talking about c@nnibal Ginger Breadhouse.

A guilty pleasure of mine are those two sole fics on AO3 that delve into what if Ginger was just really fucked up I have a love-hate relationship with horror to the point I’m morbidly curious about it and!!!! I’m so fascinated with the fact Ginger’s bloodline HAS eaten people. Sure her mother might’ve not, but what about, like, two generations before her?? What causes that craving? Was it just expected of them based on their story? Ginger in canon has a Raven type beat where she’s trying to break those stereotypes to be perceived in a more positive light, but why has the role of the Candy Witch persisted so long? Is it an active choice or something that you are destined to do? What makes Ginger exempt from the rule? Ginger being a c@nnibal is just such a dark viewing on the destiny system and how it will catch up to you, whether you’re ready for it or not.

Peep that fic where she full on eats Cerise and tastes Raven’s blood.

ALSO ALSO I saw this Headcanon where the story that her mother never did anything wrong was a lie Ginger told herself to make herself feel better, especially bc she was distancing herself already from her family by changing her last name to Breadhouse.

Obviously this is all furthest from canon, but what a thought experiment!!!!! (I want more content of this)

[maraschinobomb]

Taste You 💋🩸

♡ robin buckley × carol perkins ♡

cw: gross, unhealthy, nsfw

I want a Carol who's a little bit obsessed with Robin. Or a lot. Who wants every piece of this strange girl completely to herself. Can't stand the idea that someone else might delight in her.

So she carves out space and time and declares it theirs, which Robin seems to find romantic. But slowly, there's less and less for everyone else. Carol needs it that way, so she can gorge herself in peace.

She likes Robin's spit. Likes the way she kisses wet and messy. Even when she's sick, Carol can hardly stand to leave her alone. Finds that it's somehow better when Robin is stopped up with snot and tears.

She likes to lap up what grows warm and slick between her legs. She stays down there as much as possible. On her stomach, holding open boney thighs and drinking her fill while her feet kick happily in the air behind her. Robin doesn't have incredible stamina, but they're working on it.

The best thing, though, the one she knows she can't ask for out loud, is the blood.

It exists in a powerful, constant current. It is the thing that keeps the object of all her affections alive. The most potent part of her. Nothing else comes close.

Robin's habitual cuts and scrapes meet Carol's lips long before they meet running water. It's passable. It's cute, Robin says, that she always wants to kiss it better.

It's not always just lips though. Sometimes it's little swipes of Carol's tongue, just to make sure nothing goes to waste. It was the sharp sting of teeth once, to get more. But Robin gave her a look that time, and she could see the line being drawn.

The line where all the carefully crafted delusions ended and genuine fear started to worm its way in. Carol couldn't have that. Worked too hard just to lose her footing.

So she reeled herself in. She smiled and giggled at Robin's reaction like it was a game that she'd just lost by being silly. Tracing the tip of her tongue back and forth along the roof of her mouth to savor that last drop of bright red love.

She kissed it better, soft and sweet like she was meant to, and then she walked her girlfriend over to the sink to clean up proper.

Robin's expression smoothed out quickly, she always takes correction beautifully. Happy to let it go in favor of being so thoroughly tended too.

She's a romantic. She's passionate. Devoted. And yet somehow she's spent her whole life being loved so inadequately, Carol has noticed.

It's a craving that cuts deep, left unfulfilled. Really, all Carol had to do was be persistent enough. Be pretty enough.

She had to say "I love you," first. Easiest little three words she ever spoke. And so worth it for the way Robin's face had lit up with startled joy, an almost tragic kind of hopefulness.

Carol had gotten to kiss the tears right off cheeks, swallowed them down for safe keeping.

She's already calculating what it is she'll have to say before Robin will let her bite. Something pretty. Something solid.

Maybe they should get married.

[cozymochi]

never wrong 💃

[triglycercule]

when i'm eating dinner at the table peacefully and some bitchass keeps talking TALKING TALKING LIKE OH MY GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! is this what horror feels when killer keeps rambling at the dinner table without shutting the fuck up please sew your lips shut unanesthetized

[loafofryebread]

if you have never cuddled a goat then I'm sorry, you're missing out. If they like you they're quite literally like dogs

[nightmarecountry]

[leans into the microphone] hey. like/reply to this for one (1) vampire spawn corinth in your askbox. mutuals only + multimuses please specify muse(s). mortals will probably be pursued as prey (he was a serial killer even before he was turned, he's still coming for your eyes) but if you've got ideas i'm all for it.

edit: yeah yeah i didnt get to these today ksjndfj i will at...some point. im real tired

[plantaagomaajor]

watching only friends isn't enough I need to put Nick in my mouth like a golden retriever carrying around a raw egg

[omgcatboi]

" The first is that diets do not work. Since 1959, research has shown that 95 to 98 percent of attempts to lose weight fail and that two-thirds of dieters gain back more than they lost. The reasons are biological and irreversible. As early as 1969, research showed that losing just 3 percent of your body weight resulted in a 17 percent slowdown in your metabolism—a body-wide starvation response that blasts you with hunger hormones and drops your internal temperature until you rise back to your highest weight. Keeping weight off means fighting your body’s energy-regulation system and battling hunger all day, every day, for the rest of your life. "

Stole this from here but this actually explains why I blew up like a blimp right after I was starving myself to stay 140ish pounds ( with toned muscles ). Does this mean that for the length of time I starved, I'll gain for just as long?

Because if so, I'm only on year two of about eight 😬 well, at least if that's the case I will definitely meet my goal. Actually. I'll likely pass it. I'm already around 350 ( guesstimate and I always guess less than it is RIP ) when last month, before I picked my blog back up, I was 320ish.

Don't starve yourself. Gain more healthily if you want to gain. Because I have a good few concerning Heath related issues that are linked to how poorly I ate in the past.

This also explains how I keep gaining so much so fast despite eating an average amount of food.

I wonder if another contributing factor is my anxiety/ hyper fixations distracting / keeping me from eating some days. So I'm already actually feeling starved by the time I eat a meal.

Curious!