#juuuuuust to be safe

[kamabokobun]

Absolutely love your sona design (who wouldn't love The Creature™) and there's that I'd love to know about them: are their horns/antlers based off of the Satori from BOTW/TOTK? :D

Firstly: awww thank you!

Secondly: kind of?

When I first redesigned them with antennae, I had based them off of regular ol’ moths and nudibranch, which I’m pretty sure is like what the satori’s horns are based on? (Minus the nudibranch part, I guess.) though to be fair, I probably DID have the satori in mind when making the decision, I just can’t remember.

But! Funnily enough, their newest look with the segmented antennae (like in the photo you attached of them) WAS inspired by a totk creature!

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…the Queen Gibdo of all things! There’s just something about it that made me think “yeah I want that on my character”

So um… yeah! Thank you for the ask!

[bloodied-dagger]

I think I’ve got tinnitus at the ripe old age of [young]

[shrimplysleepless]

a redraw idea i had

[trashlie]

WELL GANG. NONNY. MY DUDES MY GUYS. I GOTTA REVIST SOME THOUGHTS KJJFKDFJKDJKDJKF i shan’t say anymore but listen.

/YELLS INTO THE NIGHT?!

[inevitablesurrender]

...Yeah, the picture without context is a lot more fun.

[loupy-mongoose]

I feel like Jamie should have eyebags.

Although she gets better sleep and safety as an adult than she did growing up, she is now 27 and has had A Life™.

She's a light sleeper, and even with a more safe and comfortable life, she still suffers nightmares. So it just makes sense for her character.

Of course that means I have to change her ref juuuuuust a little. XD

[thirty-five-owls]

It's been 17 years since I last consumed any Hazbin Hotel content but we're back in business baby!

thoughts on radioapple (love the name):

lucifer and alastor engage in a purely physical bdsm relationship, where alastor's secret (and only) agenda is to test lucifer's powers and collect data on how to beat him through tactics in battle, since strength-wise there's no way he can win. and lucifer is honestly just there to have a good time and beat up the guy who's trying to steal his daughter.

alastor seems like the type to do pain experiments on both himself and other people and enjoy the feeling of exerting control over pain, plus it's a safe space to run some hypotheticals, juuuuuust in case. like how many hits can he take from the king of hell before he's at his limit, lucifer's speed, stamina, quirks when he's doing the hurting, triggers when he's receiving it. ya know, might come in handy one day when he inevitably betrays the whole crew.

how did it get started? by lucifer making his usual round of threats at alastor during one of his hotel visits and alastor's aroace brain took one particular threat in a whole different direction, a dare from alastor is what started it all.

lucifer feels pure joy just using alastor's body as a punching bag, the deer demon has incredible self control and always needs to have the last word, even when he's lying face down in the ground, bleeding and beaten to a pulp, unholy darkness and eldritch murmurs emerging from his being in an uncontrollable rage, which is just oh so satisfying to watch. plus, when lucifer's the sub he gets to ask for more favors in the sexual nature and watch alastor's blank expression process and inquire for more information. it's been a great coping strategy against his depression, tbh.

[adultswim2021]

Aqua Teen Hunger Force #90: “Rubberman” | February 15, 2010 - 12:00AM | S08E03

I remembered this one being a little too gross. And you know what? IT IS! But you wanna know what else? It got me laughin’, so I’m not pissed off about it! I’m pissed off about other things. 

There has been a spate of sketchy activity in the Aqua Teen area, as evidenced by the nasty leavings of drug-fueled sex-havers. There are condoms and needles and crack pipes all over the place. Frylock’s solution is to set up an information center, urging the drug-users and prostitutes to practice safe sex, and he builds a mascot duck out of the used condoms and needles and stuff. He calls him Clucky, the rubber litter ducky. He comes to life like Frosty, a snow man. He’s now Lance Potter, and he has his own theme song. He demands human appendages and has his ward, Meatwad, acquire them using TV-MA violence. 

I’m struggling to account for why exactly I like this episode as much as I do. I feel like other shows would invoke nasty things like used condoms and needles for easy laughs, but this one juuuuuust reaches the absurdist sweet spot that complete loser idiots like me gallantly enjoy. This might not be your thing, “no matter what”, but it worked for me.

Well, it worked for roughly the first half. Then it started to peter out. But it was lively, and there was even a funny song in the Frosty the Snow Man style. I actually guffawed at the flashback Carl has where he talks about the killer whale that nipped his stones. And, guess what? Don “Tansut” Kennedy is the voice of Meatwad's new baby boy, and George Lowe shows up as a cop. Also, the DVD has a fun video showing the behind-the-scenes recording of the Rubberman song, which is why you ABSOLUTELY NEED TO SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON PHYSICAL MEDI- oh, wait, it’s on Youtube.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

The First Brit Block (January 22, 2008)

This began a somewhat failed experiment where, on Friday nights, Adult Swim aired their British acquisitions back-to-back-to-back-to-back. We’re talking The Office, we’re talking Look Around You, we’re talking The Mighty Boosh, we’re talking Garth Marenghi's Darkplace. It lasted until April 2nd.

It brings to mind the time they did an “old school bumps” night on August 1, 2008. Fun fact: I think I failed to highlight “old school bumps” night on Ephemera Corner. At least, I can’t find any mention of it in my 2008 posts. Weird! Bad mistake! In fact, they tried to do a weekly-recurring old school night that lasted three weeks from August 22-September 5, 2008.

[bxttxrflybxddie]

Omg imagine Zack needs surgery and goes under anesthesia and when he wakes up he’s still a little loopy and his gf or just partner (reader) comes to take him back to HQ and he’s like “Omg I get to go home with this pretty lady?” and she’s taking care of him and talking to Ivy about how he wants to ask out the cute nurse who’s taking care of him at home.

warnings: slight mentions of medicine and being under the influence (bc of the medicine)

hmggg imagine him waking up and not totally knowing where he is or who you are, but he feels safe nonetheless.

"woah..." he sighs with his face stuffed with cotton and numbing medicine.

"hi babe," you whisper softly. "how are you feeling?"

his nose crinkles juuuuuust slightly as he gives you the best smirk he can manage.

"betta' now that you're here." he'll laugh to himself at his smooth flirting, glad he could come up with that on the spot. it was a loud laugh however, and everyone is now giggling at his current state.

"good one." carmen praises out loud, but somehow zack misses it. he decides to keep staring at you, instead.

you sit next to him on the ride back to HQ, keeping an eye on him for his own safety (and for any goofy moments to tell him later). all the while he's pestering ivy, in the passenger seat, about why the nurse is coming back home with him? is his condition that bad, ivy? does the cute nurse like cars and pizza too?

© BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

[just-a-carrot]

Carrot I'm in your mcfucking walls (JKJK i'm safely home playing through Orlam's route in Our Cinderella and losing my mind juuuuuust a bit)

These texts convos ARE LIKE-- 🤧👌🏽

HELP HELP HELP

I thought I heard something in my walls earlier............. 🫡

Sob I'm glad you're enjoying Orlam's route and the text convos fjdjdj his are seriously so off the rails, I can't even describe them...... 🤣💦

[bittersweetblasphemy]

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my ass is fresh out of the hospital from SEPSIS and on tachycardia meds since probs a week before it and my heart won't calm down. not an anxiety attack, just won't slow.

call my doc juuuuuust to be safe and the nurse is very sweet and helpful, asking me to take my pulse again with her on the phone.

it's a little slower, so she just puts in a note for the docs to check on it tomorrow.

just get a call they want me in today at 3.

imfineimfineimfine im so fine i am a-ok im fine

[absurdcosmonaut]

“Broken”

The workshop was as noisy as usual, with the usual songs playing through the fox’s sound system juuuuuust quiet enough for Sonic not to hear. The Tornado’s weapon systems needed to pack a bigger punch, and adding the portable missiles now without the chastisement from his older brother would be the best way to do it. Why was Sonic so hellbent on keeping him from his explosives anyway? You didn’t see HIM complaining about Sonic’s running habits with the Sonic Booms and all…

Right now, the onboard missile carrier would be retrofitted underneath the blue biplane where the bombs were meant to go (but he never got a chance to use them, ugh… stupid hedgehog always getting in the way…) but the fox was sure that such a change would be far more useful since they either met Robotnik’s forces head on or underground, eliminating the need for bombs entirely. (Much to the chagrin of the fox who wanted to use them so badly…)

Pondering about strategy however, was probably not the best idea when hammering steel bolts into sheet metal… a lesson the fox soon learned when the head of the excessively large hammer slipped and struck his paw right in the knuckle. The fox bit his tongue as he hissed, clearly another bad decision as the familiar taste of iron filled his mouth; hey, it sure beat waking up the hero of Mobius and having him discover the secret cache of weapons and ammo you’ve been making and hoarding. He tried his best to ignore the nauseating crack that emanated from his hand when the hammer came down upon his paw.

The fox retreated his palm, cradling it in his other paw as he made his way to the workshop bathroom. It was on the walk towards the bathroom door he finally got a look out the window. Sunrise. Shit. Sonic would be up any second! He ran over and quickly grabbed all the weapons and ammunition, shoving them back into various cabinets and safes hidden around the workshop to avoid the gaze of his surrogate brother. The pain in his hand seemed to disagree with each and every movement he made aggrieved the injured paw further; his eyes began to water as the last missile shell was shoved into the workshop closet.

One everything he was working on was shoved in some crevasse of the workshop, the fox dashed to the bathroom. Staring at himself in the mirror, the vulpine was met with a pitiful sight; fur matted and disorderly, covered in oil and grime; tails a dull shade of sickly beige rather than a vibrant yellow-orange; eyes weighted with heavy, dark bags under them that conveyed his revolt against sleep. He grabbed a washcloth from the sink and ran it under the faucet with some soap, frantically scrubbing each part of his body but to no avail. His fur was thick and the grime’d had hours and hours to set in; he knew the only way to truely clean now was a bath. Unfortunately, the workshop bathroom only had a toilet and sink.

He still had time! If he could just sneak into the house and into the bathroom he could take a shower and pretend he was never-

The fox stopped dead in his tracks and immediately dropped the washcloth he had been carrying to clean his fur. There, in the door to the workshop nested just in the corner above a small set of stairs, was a cobalt hedgehog sitting on the stairs. He leaned backwards with a socked foot over his knee, body supported by gloved paws. He had a serene look of mischief on his face, as if he was expecting the fox to notice him.

The fox’s eyes narrowed as he stammered, “h-h-ho-how…?”, thankfully he didn’t need to say anything more as his brother took the reins. “Oh… just about…”, he looked at his wrist as if it had a watch when it was devoid of one. He continued, “since you had that missile launcher out and were tinkering with it. Wondered when you’d figure out I was here”, he said casually.

The fox rubbed his injured hand idly, “so did you…?” Sonic cut him off again. “See your hiding places for all your non-big brother approved stashes? Perhaps…” Tails sighed in defeat as his tails fell to the floor and ears flattened onto his skull, at least he didn’t see the fox smash his hand. He pried his eyes from the hedgehog’s gaze and looked to the ground beneath his feet in shame. Sonic’s characteristic smirk fell as he suddenly sat up straight. The teen uncrossed his leg and scootched over, tapping the spot next to him on the stairs.

The fox complied with the invitation, and sat next to the hedgehog, though at the other end refusing to look him in the eye. “You know I don’t blame you, right?”, the voice was so understanding and devoid of any disappointment or ridicule that the ear closest to the hedgehog on the fox’s head stood on end and swiveled in the hero’s direction; an unspoken statement of intrigue and surprise. “Keed, you were born in the closest thing to hell on Mobius I could imagine. Those ignorant villagers knew nothing of your genius and put you through hell for it. Of course I can’t blame you for wanting to constantly protect yourself”, the hedgehog explained as he scooted over to the fox’s side and threw an arm around him. The fox looked over and Sonic could make out a teary gaze looking back at him as a solitary tear traced itself down the fox’s cheek, a telltale sign the fox’s high built walls to his emotions were about to crumble.

Luckily, Sonic immediately knew what to do, swooping the kid into his lap and hugging him close, rocking gently as he swayed. The fox put his good arm around the hedgehog’s neck and buried his face in his brother’s neck. “I-I’m… s-s-sorry…”, he choked out as he tried to suppress the sobs bubbling in his throat. In response, the hedgehog simply rested his chin in the fox’s head, nuzzling the fur on his head. “No bud, don’t be sorry. I just want to let you know that as long as I’m around, you don’t need anything extreme to keep you safe. That’s my job, don’t be trying to get rid of me just yet”, he concluded with a light hearted joke.

The fox nodded, a sense of peace and calm washing over him as the gentle rocking motion calmed his nerves. However, the moment was suddenly ruined by the pain in his other paw reminding him of his recklessness. Sonic looked down, “did you hurt it?”, the sentence seemed to be more of a statement than a question. The fox nodded. “Hammer”, it was short but he’d didn’t need to say anything else. Sonic held a hand just next to the fox’s injury. The fox hesitated for a moment before gently grasping his brother’s hand. A few gently pokes as the hedgehog felt around and a few yips and hisses from the fox and Sonic sighed. Tails could practically feel the frown on his face as he inspected the injury. “Yep, probably broken”, he said as the fox leaned back into the cobalt’s shoulder, a sense of guilt and embarrassment entering his mind.

His brother had always been surprisingly knowledgeable about basic medicine. First aid and emergency care coming natural to the hog. Tails had assumed it had been a result of his countless adventures as the hedgehog frequently had no one to rely on but himself.

Sonic stood up, fox being carried like he was when he was a toddler. Under normal circumstances, Tails would have objected to being carried like this, but instead simply laid his head on his brother’s shoulder too tired and sore to care or put up a fight.

When they got to the main bathroom, the sent of mint filled the air and the fox couldn’t help but smile. It was certainly an improvement over the oily machine smell of the workshop. He was sat down by the sink as the hedgehog rummaged through the drawers under the sink. After a few minutes, he pulled out a bandage wrap. He motioned tails to hold out his injured paw, which he did with some hesitation. The fox hissed when the wrap was fastened around his paw, but otherwise didn’t fuss.

The hedgehog continued, “welp, I was gonna have you take a shower, but I think we should have that looked at by someone first. Tails nodded, but was too focused on the floor and was only partially awake. Sonic seemed to notice and waved a hand in front of the fox’s face to get his attention, which succeeded when his fluffy brother looked up from his gaze on the floor. “You look exhausted. Didn’t get much sleep?” The fox shook his head with a yawn as he rubbed his eyes with his good paw. Sonic yawned as well, stretching with an exaggerated groan. “Ya, that makes two of us I suppose”, he admitted.

Tails was about to ask why when he was suddenly picked up again, this time heading to the hedgehog’s room, siting down with the fox once again in his lap. The seven year old soon found covers being draped around him and a familiar rocking motion coming back, preventing his thoughts from getting the better of him and the pain in his hand to melt away as he focused on the gentle side to side motion. He wanted to ask why the hedgehog didn’t sleep, but something told him he already knew the answer when his brother was up earlier than expected in his workshop watching him work away.

The fox’s eyes gradually started to drift closed until a hand reached up, scratching behind his ears, immediately sending the fox straight to dreamland.

Sonic chuckled at the ease of which the fox went to sleep, before lying down with the fox in his arms, being mindful of his injured paw. The blue teen suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion and promptly followed his protégés into dreamland, content with the knowledge that his brother was finally asleep and peaceful, even if a little broken in more ways than one.

[singaroundelay]

FIC: Trent Crimm, Girl Talker Extraordinaire

WHEW. Yes, chapter one is in juuuuuust under the wire! (listen, there wasn't much to go by so the second half of this will be FUN. For us, maybe not for Ted...)

TITLE: Trent Crimm, Girl Talker Extraordinaire PAIRING: Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso CHAPTER: 1 of 2 RATING: Teen SUMMARY: With the international break, all play and no work make Ted Lasso an anxious boy. It's probably why he's suggesting that it's time their ex-spouses know they're in a relationship, much to Trent's chagrin. Which, of course means everything is about to go to hell in a hand basket. At least Trent can show he's good at girl talk — but how the hell has Rebecca figured out he fancies Ted — and Roy gets a bit of colour in his wardrobe.

EXCERPT: "I can take a walk around the block."

"Don't be daft," Ted replies, rolling his eyes.

"Daft?" Trent asks, arching an eyebrow at his partner. "Daft? I'm unsure how I feel about you both appropriating one of my turns of phrase andsaying it with that American drawl of yours."

"Is it better if I say 'awh, don't be daft, guv'nah' like this?" Ted asks, affecting the worst English accent Trent's ever heard in his entire life.

It's safe to say that Dick Van Dyke's cockney puts Ted's abysmal attempt at a British accent to shame and that is saying something.

Trent fixes him with a glare that's missing most of its heat. "You ever do that again, I will break up with you."

Continue Reading: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47383636

[trashsketch]

Work has been kicking my ass to the point of burnout but im really hoping i get back into drawing sometime, I really miss doodling

in the meantime tho I’ve signed up for Japanese lessons and they made me do some quizzes to estimate my level, and I can safely say that two years of casual duolingo practicing puts me at juuuuuust shy of JLPT N5 level so idk if anyone’s interested to know

[swiftsaltsweet]

Wednesday Season 2: Hyde in the Shadows

Episode 2 Intermission 2: Wednesday’s Letter #2

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Characters: Wednesday and Enid (ft returning chars and new OCs)

Pairing: Wenclair

Important info: VERY Slow Burn, Canon Compliant (with season 1), read A/N For more details on everything.

Summary:  Stalking, murders, troubling visions, sins of the past, and a little bit of kidnapping. Wednesday’s start of the second semester isn’t a normal one, but when is her life ever “normal?” Wednesday has new mysteries to solve and catastrophes prevent, with the help of her overly enthusiastic roommate Enid, she just has to deal with some annoying relatives first.

Other Sites: AO3 and Fanfic.net

                                      Wednesday Season 2:

                                      Hyde in the Shadows

                     Episode 2 Intermission 2: Wednesday’s Letter #2

Dear Enid,

      As I open yet another one of your letters, I feel as if I am being assaulted by sparkles and rainbows but in text form. I do not know how you do it, but your letters always come off as if they are screaming. But I suppose that is what makes them memorable.

As much as I love to learn, I feel that I may need to give you a crash course of your own. Both of you.

Very well I will not implicate you but do be prepared to be an accomplice in the near future. If caught, we can both perjure ourselves in front of the high court.

I will keep that in mind.

Charming, I am sure.

I will see what I can do, but I would not get your hopes up. These sorts of events tend to go on for a while and attendance is mandatory.

I noticed you forgot to include your full moon antics. I have always been curious about the mechanics of ‘wolfing out.’ Did anything happen while you transformed? Or did you kill someone and are trying to cover it up? Either way, your secrets are safe with me. The only thing I ask for in exchange is the gruesome details.

                                                                      Regards,

                                                                       Wednesday

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A/N: Me writing Wednesday’s letters: It’s my business email voice! Standby for for a bonus episode dropping by later today~! ;D Also, I’m going to be changing up the intermissions juuuuuust a tad (they’ll be longer, and we’ll see the chars reactions)

What I think is funny with Wed and Enid is that: Wed is actually serious about crimes, and Enid is like “haha yeah sure” and not serious at all in what Wed is saying. I love a dipshit comedy routine. (but when it comes down to it, Enid is like “Gdi best friends help hide dead bodies!” kinda gal). I didn’t have a fun fact relating to THIS chapter, but I just watched another ep of the 60s show and found a similarity from a previous chapter! (Retrospective) Fun Fact 1: In the 60’s ep, Thing is Missing (spoilers for that ep btw), Thing goes missing and there’s a ransom for him. The ransom is in a cemetery, and when the person goes to drop off the ransom, they are met with a hand (just a hand) coming out of the ground (and taking the ransom). We don’t see it (I’m not sure if the 90s remake ep shows it atm, if it does, I’ll make another retrospective fun fact). (Unrelated) Fun Fact 2: Not related to what’s going on in this season (but is related to the above fun fact), but I thought it was cool. There’s a brushing scene at the beginning of the Thing Is Missing ep, and having watched the 70s sequel TV Movie, it also features that same brushing scene as a call back. Just thought the call back was cool. 8U

[dalecorgi]

The conflicted feeling when the tangerines are juuuuuust starting to ripen but the newly-moved-in squirrel (ugh..!!) has also found the tangerines and there is a hummingbird nest in the guava tree (next tree over) that we need to protect and keep safe.

Verdict = The fruit must come down asap before the baby hummingbirds hatch this weekend(-ish) so the squirrel doesn’t have any reason to come around.