#jus a lil thing

[puppyie-innit]

AAAAAAAA PUPPYIECATIPILLAR CAME LAST NIGH!!!!!!

HE SO SOFT AN FLUFFY AN CUTE AN SILLY AN HE’S LIKE A FEATHER EEEEP HEHEE I WUV HIM SO MUCH, SMILIN CRITTERS ARE COMIN SOON! I LUV STUFFIES AAAAAA

NOTE: i am not fan of horror games, (due to bein jumpy an easily scared) nor hav i ever played poppy pwaytime… i jus like the wholesome fanart & videos dat people create, like cartoons!! also da stuffies!!! dogday my favwriteeee

..i love puppyies hehe

[raekensarcher]

WIP LINE TAG

Tagged by @wolfboy88 <3 sorry i’m late hahdjf

anyone pls feel free to jump in on this <3

“Does it hurt anymore?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Theo stares down at Gabe’s lifeless body, his hands frozen where they stay hovering over the boy’s legs. The image is haunting, something he knows he’s going to remember for the rest of his life.

Beacon Hills is a hell mouth, a never ending cycle of grief and death. This place will give you a million reasons to stay trapped, unmoving in your own pain, unable to see past the fog it leaves you in.

(Theo Raeken was nine years old when he lost his sister, the one person he ever truly cared about. Her heart, the same one that beats inside of his chest, leaves him as a living reminder of his biggest pain. Theo is nine years old when he learns that his body is not his own and it never would be again.)

Theo Raeken is 19 years old when he stands in the hallway of the Beacon Hills hospital, gunshot wounds in his shoulder and leg, staring down at the lifeless body below him when he starts to realize how much of a joke this town is.

He stands, somehow finding it in himself to tear his eyes away from Gabe’s body, spins around on legs that don’t feel steady enough to hold his weight, walks out of the hospital and doesn’t look back.

[50000-word-poultry]

If I am the ocean, let you be my moon

And pull the tides of my love ever closer to you

If I am the sky, let you be my stars

So I may hold you forever, safe in my arms

If I am an artist, let you be my muse

And we’ll sing songs of romance for the whole world to use

[stuffeddeer]

i like to think dazai would be like the textbook definition of cheesy in a relationship. ik it’s a popular hc people have for him to be noncommittal and not a good partner but i honestly think he wouldn’t be as bad at being a partner as some people think (but i do respect the hc’s and the angst is always well written) i just personally think he’s super whipped for his s/o and obsessed to the point everyone else is who now??

HEUIHFSH SAME pathetically smitten dazai is my FAVORITEEE uurrggg .... he’s so pathetic loser........ this is why i love dazai he’s so versatile :) i need him pathetic crying over me and i need him unable to say he loves me at all oooouh ..,

His feet nudged yours under the desks once again. You looked up at him with a curious glance, waiting to see why he needed your attention, but no such answer came. Dazai merely continued to gaze at you, lovesick written all over his face as it started turning red. They're looking at me! ran through his head, almost forgetting that he had nudged you in the first place.

"What are you doing, you moron?" Kunikida spoke angrily, annoyed Dazai was blowing off his work once more.

"Staring at my partner. They're so pretty, don't you think?" His words made you smile, which caused him to melt all over again. "See? See!? Ahh, love... Your smile could light up the whole city of Yokohama. If you weren't already mine, I'd tell you to use your powers for good. But I couldn't live with myself if you had to go away!"

Kunikida's face contorted in confusion. "Go away..? What are you blabbering on about this time?"

"Once the government learns my darling's smile can rejuvenate and revitalize people they'll put them to work!" He pouts. "I'll never get to see them again when they're out saving lives!" He throws his head back dramatically, hand draping over his heart.

While your blond coworker groaned in annoyance—mainly at himself for asking—you merely chuckled. "That's alright. I wouldn't want to be away from you for long, either."

Dazai gasped, standing up suddenly. "You mean it?! Ohhh, how you just warmed my heart!~ My lovely partner wants to stay by my side! Kunikida, trade desks with me!"

"What, no! Why?!"

"I need to sit next to my beloved! If we're apart, I can't get any work done!"

"You can't get any work done, anyway!"

[wu-does-art]

miwi!! they def judged people and rolled around in flower fields together

[bielbunny]

just a late night rabbit sketch for all y'all. Howdy

[rgbtrio-once-in-awhile]

what if the trio were LESBIANS and it was all YURI 😨😨

if you dont like then just draw them eating pizza and skateboard comedically gets like half of the pizza

day 26 - long bacon store

[pestilentbrood]

roe's just happy to be involved honestly

[battiegutz]

YAYAYAYAY GOT MY LPS BASES !!!!! already started on one, not gonna start on any others until i finish her jus in case i make mistakes lol.. anyway heres th bases, the wip, and the design i drew today that i didnt intend to be an lps custom but oh well lol

[banterbat]

[!!!!!!BLOOD TW!!!!!!]

have a timtim sketch ive been wanting 2 post for a bit but hes part of a comic strip that is taking foreverrr 2 finish cus of school >:[

[dabisbratz]

“who’s a good boy?” bf x “i am! i am!” bf

[puppyie-innit]

t-wordtober day 12: Wall

The air was crisp as the late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, its rays castin’ long shadows across the muddy field. Wildflowers and patches of grass dotted the landscape, their colors vibrant against the backdrop of the darkenin’ horizon. The sound of Dino’s playful laughter echoed as he sprinted after Puppy, the two of them locked in a game of tag that had been goin’ on for what felt like hours. The field was their playground, a wide-open space where they could run free.

Puppy, her feet splashin’ through the mud, was already breathin’ heavy. Her giggles filled the air as she looked back at Dino, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and panic. He was closin’ in on her fast, his arms outstretched, his face lit up with mischief.

“Where do you think you’re goin’, pup!?” Dino called out, his voice tauntin’. He darted left and right, playfully fakin’ her out as Puppy squealed, tryin’ to escape his grasp.

In her flurry of panic, Puppy made a wrong turn. Instead of headin’ toward the open field, she darted toward the edge, where an old stone wall stood tall, stretchin’ across one side of the field. She realized her mistake too late. The moment she reached the wall, she stopped, her chest heavin’ as she turned around. Dino was already there, blockin’ any chance of escape.

Dino slowed his pace as he approached her, a wicked grin spreadin’ across his face. “Caught ya now, little one,” he teased, his voice low and playful, like a hunter cornerin’ its prey.

Puppy, feelin’ trapped, backed up against the wall, her giggles turnin’ nervous. She was so small, so young, barely able to speak as her regression to one year old took over. Her breaths came in short, quick bursts as she looked up at Dino with wide eyes.

Dino’s eyes softened slightly as he noticed the change in her. She wasn’t just playin’ anymore—she had slipped deeper into her regression, her little hands balled into fists as she stood there, shiverin’ slightly from both the cool air and her own exhaustion.

“Aw, my little girl,” Dino cooed, takin’ slow steps toward her, his voice shiftin’ to a gentle, soothin’ tone. “You’re too tiny to be out here all by yourself, aren’t you?”

Puppy whimpered softly, her legs wobblin’ as her tiny body started to tire. She couldn’t talk much now, her regression leavin’ her almost completely nonverbal. All she could manage was a soft “Ba…” as she reached up toward Dino, her little fingers graspin’ the air.

Dino’s heart melted at the sight. He knelt down in front of her, his big hands gently pinnin’ her to the wall, not to scare her, but to keep her close. “There, there, sweetie,” he whispered, brushin’ a muddy curl away from her face. “Big bwuder’s got you now.”

Puppy’s giggles had faded, replaced by soft whimpers as she leaned into Dino’s touch. She was too tired to fight, too small to keep playin’. Her body sagged against the wall, her head lollin’ slightly as her energy drained.

Dino could see the exhaustion settin’ in, her tiny frame barely able to stay upright. He stood up slowly, scoopin’ her up in one smooth motion. Puppy curled into his chest, her small arms wrappin’ weakly around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder.

“There we go, baby,” Dino murmured, his voice soft as he cradled her in his arms. “You’re all tuckered out, huh?”

Puppy’s only response was a tired, soft sound, somewhere between a whine and a sigh. Her body relaxed against Dino’s as he started walkin’ back across the field, his boots squelchin’ through the mud. He held her close, supportin’ her head with one hand as he hummed softly, tryin’ to soothe her.

“Shh, it’s okay, kiddo,” Dino whispered, rockin’ her gently as he walked. “Big bro’s gonna take you home, all safe and sound.”

The sun was settin’ now, castin’ a warm, golden glow over the field. The sky turned shades of orange and pink as Dino continued his steady pace, carryin’ Puppy in his arms. She was so small, so fragile in this state, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he cherished these moments when she regressed like this—when she needed him more than ever.

As they neared their home, Puppy let out a small, sleepy yawn, her tiny hand reachin’ up to grab a fistful of Dino’s shirt. He smiled down at her, his heart swellin’ with affection. “Almost there, sweetheart,” he whispered, plantin’ a soft kiss on her forehead. “You’re doin’ so good.”

Puppy blinked up at him with sleepy eyes, her lips curvin’ into a faint smile. She didn’t have to say anything; Dino knew she felt safe with him, knew she trusted him completely. That was all that mattered.

By the time they reached the house, the last rays of sunlight had faded, leavin’ the world in twilight. Dino pushed the door open with his shoulder, carryin’ Puppy inside as the warmth of their home enveloped them both. He gently lowered her onto the couch, tuckin’ a blanket around her small frame.

“There you go, sweet girl,” he whispered, brushin’ a hand over her hair. “Rest now, okay? Your big bruder’s right here.”

Puppy’s eyes fluttered shut, her breathing slowin’ as she drifted off to sleep. Dino sat beside her, watchin’ her for a moment, his heart full of love for his little sister. She might be too small to say it, but Dino knew—she didn’t need to speak for him to understand just how much she trusted him.

As the night settled in, Dino stayed by her side, protectin’ her, just like he always would.

[randomwriteronline]

Do the matoran even know what the difference between male and female is. Did the great beings ever instil the knowledge in them or is it just something that they like. Picked up from other species like the vortixx and skakdi. And makuta i guess. Do they assume female and male are an oversemplification of the elemental thing. So like you have female which is Water and then all the other elements just get funneled into male which instead of a specific element is just Not-Water.

How do they rationalize lightning matoran then. Like are they a subkind of ga-matoran? Because water is a good conductor for lightning? And what about Orde and the psionics. Great Beings go well we cant have you be male now bc youre too destructive, lets make the next ones all female, and Orde is just like what the fuck is a male. Or a female. Never heard of that in my life.

[shinythingsarecool]

Malevolant fans, I have a question (i'm only on episode 17 btw so no spoilers, I beg)

So I know John has control of Arthur's eyes (and a few other things ofc) but like..does he also have control of his eyelids??? Or???

Because I'm imagining Arthur getting pissed off at John and just,,, closing his eyes so John couldn't see. Fucking hilarious.

[kelocitta]

Honestly rather happy with Artfight this year. I was in one of those weird spots for the first half the event but honestly did a lot of work (for me, at least) in the second half once that funk left. Mostly did revenges this year which was kinda surprisingly fun, even though I had way more attacks than I could reasonably revenge. In the end technically did 'less' than last year but Im happy with what I did do. Good run!

[bylertruther]

50s or 60s au idk where homophobia isn't like um. real <3 and will is a poor prep and mike is a rich greaser and it's all cute and gay.

will wants mike to give him a ride on his motorcycle and pouts at him until he relents (as if mike hasn't been daydreaming abt this scenario for ages). mike's brain short circuits the first time he feels will hold on to him, and his heart threatens to leap out of his chest whenever he starts giggling and woo!-ing in his ear.

they often share a milkshake at benny's burgers where will talks and talks and talks and mike makes the conscious and incredibly valiant, taxing effort to pay equal enough attention to both him and his lips. (will flicks some of the milkshake glass's condensation at him and tells him my eyes are up here, mike.)

mike lets will eat the cherry n kisses away the whipped cream from the corner of his lips. he very chivalrously and mercifully does not comment on how red will blushes after, because he's a very good boyfriend. (he waits until later to bring it up ofc, specifically when will's gotten a little smug and off-guard.)

will is always locking arms with him and mike is always putting his arm around will's shoulders. mike gives will his leather jacket when will's cold and will ignores mike's many protests and just shoves his still-warm sweater over mike's head whenever he's CLEARLY shivering but refusing to so much as admit tht it's even a bit nippy outside.

will fixes his hair for him after and tells him while giggling that he looks like an angry bird right now. mike just blows his hair out of his face and glares at him without any bite to it bc he turns into a softie around will sure but also bc he's kind of screaming inside at the fact tht will's sweater smells just like him which means he'll smell just like him now and it's so warm and Oh My God He Was Wearing This And Now I'm Wearing It And That's Kind Of Like A Hug If You Think About It And��