#keep them peepers peeled

[leviiackrman]

Might have some new art this evening of a v different variety, stay tuned👀

[oorangesoda]

Omg who’s this diva?? 👀

[killemwithkawaii]

Why didn't anybody tell me that, upon the stroke of midnight on my 30th birthday, I would suddenly be struck with the irresistible compulsion to completely refurnish my bedroom???

[rad-roche]

The way you write intimate scenes with Gloria and Nick are so hot and special and unique I hope we get more one shots of their life together

Sincerely me, a robot sex enjoyer

aw, thank you!! i'm very glad to hear that. i remember way, way at the start, when i was deciding to do a pastiche of 30s detective novels, i was laying out exactly what i had to do. well, it has to have this sort of tone, and use approximately this sort of language, and the character i'm making (who would become gloria) has to do this sort of thing... and i remember reading over the list and lingering on just how sexually charged a lot of those books are and thinking ah, fun to write, but it's not like i could actually follow them into the bedr... and being like. wait. why can't i? i like writing sex! and that was that decided. ditto gloria's truly, truly gigantic amount of swearing. that wouldn't fly in the time period, but if i took it out, she wouldn't feel like gloria, would she?

the written series is concluded, but as far as comics and pictures go, i'm always down to do more. if you didn't know, i host the nsfw stuff offsite. just as an aside, a thing that really vexes me in books, tv, not so much movies since their runtime is limited but you get the gist, is when the getting together/will they won't they is sooo charged and tantalising and makes you want to chew through your arm, but the minute they actually sleep together it goes out the window! it's like oh, relationship resolved. sex has been had. it is time to move on. character chemistry is a weird, tricky mistress, that's about as hard to pin down as the real thing, but i tried my damndest to make my audience go oh alright it's been two years and they're gnawing on each other like starving animals i see it, even if they're doing something totally unrelated and not sexy at all. thanks again, anon! it's not an aspect i've seen people bring up much, so i'm really glad it's resonated

edit: oh i almost forgot! keep your peepers peeled for this year's valentine's picture

[amazingmsme]

New Old Discoveries

AN: I am literally on the edge of my seat waiting for vengeance saga & my new chapter to drop, so here’s some very much needed fluff for our ghosty boy & day 28 of tickletober! This is set between last chapter & chapter 4 for context. Hope y’all enjoy! Be sure to keep your peepers peeled for that tomorrow night after the stream!

Polites was still getting used to the afterlife above ground. When he had been in Hades, everything was made with the dead in mind. He could walk on solid ground, partake of the food, he was just as much flesh and bone as everyone around him.

The earth wasn't where he belonged, not anymore, and it made that fact abundantly clear. He was there, but not really. You could see through him, reach through him. He could touch and grab things, but it required much effort and his hands would still partly phase through before finding purchase. He was there, and yet...

And yet he wasn't.

Of course, his friends insisted otherwise. Sure, his body might be gone, but he was right there with them. He had spent so long fighting to prove his existence to them, that now, he had no strength left to prove it to himself.

Some days were better than others. Today he just felt off. He thought spending time with the crew would help, but seeing them roughhouse and tease each other brought about a melancholic longing for the way things used to be. He retreated below deck, just wanting to be alone with his thoughts.

He didn't hear Odysseus call out his name, or the polite, "Excuse me," that followed. He was standing in front of a shelf, staring blankly ahead of him as his thoughts wandered.

Odysseus wasn't sure what to do. He had noticed the change in his demeanor since returning to the ship, but didn't believe it was in his place to question it. After all, he had only made the situation worse for the longest time. This was all still new to them, and if this was how Polites needed to process things, that was fine.

But he really needed the hammer on the shelf behind him...

He called out one last time for good measure, smirking when he still didn't budge. He looked his friend up and down, considering his options. He could see through his stomach to the tool resting on the shelf, was it really just as simple as reaching out to grab it?

They all had made sure not to cross certain boundaries with Polites since he returned. They didn't ask what dying felt like, they tried not to stare at his wounds, they pretended like it was totally normal for him to phase through walls, and they didn't walk or reach through him. He wasn't sure why or how these rules were established amongst them, but it was universally understood without much communication.

But boundaries had always been more lenient between them. They were best friends, brothers by choice, so surely he wouldn't mind if he just slipped through to grab what he needed.

Polites was ripped from his thoughts when a sudden tingling sensation shot through his whole body, emanating from his belly. He jerked back with a yelp, phasing halfway through the shelf.

Odysseus was staring at him with amused bewilderment, standing there with a hammer in hand.

"Did you really just reach through me to grab that?" he asked incredulously, failing to hide his growing smile.

"Sorry, I tried to get you to move but you didn't hear me," he explained, a smirk firmly in place. "Thought you wouldn't mind, but I should've known you'd still be ticklish," he took the opportunity to tease him.

Even as a ghost, the memory of a blush dusted his cheeks. "Hey!" he whined, despite the giddy feeling swelling in his chest. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this.

And then he remembered the last time Hermes paid him a visit. Oh yeah.

"So what's it feel like when I do this?" Odysseus asked, reaching out to stick his hand through his side, wiggling his fingers as he did so. Polites let out a giggly squeal, twisting to the side as he drifted away, but Odysseus followed.

"Ihihit tihihickles, what doho you thihihink?" he sassed, only to snort when his other hand joined the fray.

"It was a valid question, smart ass!" he scolded playfully before continuing this sudden round of questioning. "So does it feel any different than it used to?"

"I-I dohohon't knohow!" He really wasn't sure, to be honest. Yes, it still tickled like hell, but in a different way than he was used to. When he was alive, the feeling was more or less localized to the targeted spot. Now, it radiated through his whole body, but felt strongest where Odysseus was reaching through him. "M-mahahaybe?"

"Hm, interesting. We'll have to investigate further," Odysseus decided, winking at him before swiping at his ribs. Polites shrieked and tried to float away, only for Odysseus to catch him by the ankle.

"Nohoho we wohohon't!" he argued halfheartedly, tugging weakly on his leg. He wasn't exactly sure how Odysseus was able to both hang onto him and phase through him, but he wasn't able to dwell on the thought as fingers scribbling over his foot had him snorting and giggling, desperate to get away. He was still wearing shoes, how was that even possible? None of this made any sense.

"Sure we will! This is a profound discovery!"

"Nohoho ihihit's nohohot!" he insisted through bubbly giggles. Odysseus arched a brow because he really didn't sound surprised. And then it clicked.

"Wait a second, did you know about this?” he asked, wiggling his fingers faster when Polites tried to answer, drawing out a giddy squeal.

“N-nohoho!” he denied, his voice high pitched, and not just from the laughter.

“You really suck at lying, you know that? Especially when you’re laughing your ass off,” he taunted. Polites blushed a little darker at his words.

“Thahat’s nohohot fair!” he whined, but didn’t protest further or put up much of a fight.

Odysseus lit up as a realization dawned on him, and he paused to give Polites a chance to answer. “So was this what Hermes meant when he said he had to cheer you up?”

Polites bristled at the question, eyes flying wide open to stare at his friend in shock. “What?” he squeaked, because how the hell did he know about that? “No!”

But Odysseus was already laughing. “Oho man, are you serious!”

“It’s not funny!” Yet the smile on his face said otherwise.

“You’re right, it’s hilarious!”

“Odysseus!” he cried, trying to smack his hands free, but unable to focus enough to shove him away. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to.

“Polites!”

“It’s nohohot funnyyyy!” he repeated through giggles when Odysseus chose that moment to strike again.

“Don’t you know humor is subjective?” he chuckled at his own joke while Polites managed to groan through his laughter.

“Ohohody, come ohon!”

“What? I’m just trying to cheer you up! Like Hermes did-”

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!” he interrupted with a piercing shriek when Odysseus went back to scribble and phase through his belly.

“No thanks, I’m good,” Odysseus shrugged him off, continuing to explore all the spots he knew so well.

Odysseus couldn't be happier. Ever since Polites returned, he hadn't been the same. It was still him, but he wasn't himself. He wasn't happy anymore, not the way he had been. That bright carefree smile he saw every day became a rare sight, and he hadn't heard him laugh since they were on the island with the lotus eaters.

Now they were laughing, teasing one another, and it was (almost) just like old times.

They both needed this.

[theshiftingworkshop]

General life update

I made it to Finland safe and sound! I'm settling in as best I can here, of course my system has been fucked over by jet lag and general stress with trying to figure out how to get my sweet little fur baby home to me 😫

Which leads me into the meat of the matter here! I'm going to be getting back into commissions to help make some money to pay for however we end up getting him here- (we've been looking at pet transport services, fingers crossed we make some headway!)

I would ideally open them now, but I definitely need to take it slow for a bit to allow my body to adjust, my poor Florida humid soul is really dried up with the northern cold air, and it full on snowed yesterday??? So, keep y'all's peepers peeled for when I'm in better working order!!

Also I do still have a ko-fi if you're feeling extra generous, or want to support me and buy some stickers I made!!!

[little-annie]

Happy (Post) Holidays @inflomora-art ❄️♥️ I'm sorry it took forever! I plan to get the remaining chapters out this week, so keep them peepers peeled for updates!

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Was it a bad idea? Most likely. Could it potentially get him disowned? Honestly, Steve wasn't entirely sure. Was he going to go through with it, to prove his point no matter what? Well, he has always been told he was stubborn, be it for love, a cause, or plain stupidity.

In the comfortable chaos that is his and Robin's apartment, where nothing matches and everything is thrifted or picked off the side of an Indianapolis street, Steve doesn't think twice about it when he edits his dating profile.

He leaves the pictures the same, and the age of course, but his bio is what he chips down to several select words.

It's sure to turn a few heads, and maybe potentially garner a few negative responses, but hey, how else is he going to prove a point to his parents?

Ignoring whatever the hell French film it is that Robin's watching and burrowing into the corner of the couch a little deeper, Steve reads over his profile one last time before he saves the necessary changes.

Steve. 27. Straight, but looking for a guy to bring home to my ignorant parents for the holidays.

An hour later, when Steve has more or less become one with the couch, and he's dreading the remaining hour left of Robin's film, he feels the girl stiffen where she’s lazily rubbing his socked feet. “Steve… What the hell are you doing? Why did my cousin Drew text me to see if you still need a date for Christmas?”

“I—well—” It's complicated. “You see…”

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keeping reading on ao3!

✨️❄️HAPPY @steddieexchange ❄️✨️

[averycutesalamander]

CONGRATS ON 150 FOLLOWERS MY BELOVED SAL !!

you are so sweet for hosting an event for us boothill enjoyers ;w; i'd love to see what kind of date you think boothill would take faye on hehe ~ i'll provide some faye facts to work with:

loves intimate and quiet venues, but won't shy away from a party

she enjoys birdwatching, and just loves animals in general

will listen to any genre of music

does get a bit anxious if a crowd is too densely packed

is a phenomenal driver (raised by a pro-racer)

i'm excited to see what you come up with !! (๑>ᴗ<๑)

(peering into my crystal ball) hmmm yes... yes i see..... i predict that boothill would take faye...

Horseback riding!!

This isn't any old trip, though, because Boothill has something special planned... The planet he takes her to is known for its rare and exotic wildlife, and in this particular season, one might see a very particular bird: Janthir's prismatic dove! They're a timid species whose feathers turn a stunning rainbow color in their mating season; in the right light, they sparkle like jewels. They're exceptionally rare, but it's said that if you spot one in good company, it's a sign of true love... So Faye better keep her peepers peeled 😉 (Boothill is fighting between gawking at her like a lovestruck idiot and wanting to spot that bird to impress her haha)

He doesn't mind at all if she doesn't know how to ride. In fact, he'd be absolutely delighted to teach her! Whether or not Faye decides to ride individually or on Boothill's horse, she's in good hands. He brings along a picnic basket (and a very comfy blanket) to set up whenever she gets hungry, which gives them both the chance to settle down and stay on the lookout for some interesting wildlife! This might be one of the few times he won't yap her ear off in the silence, lol. Can't scare away the birds, after all...

[signor-signor]

Trending 27th - June 2024

What gives you the motivation for not giving up on Wander Over Yonder?

Well, for starters, when Craig McCracken brought up the uncalled-for cancellation, he also brought up the existence of…

The Plans

Here’s what Craig said in his Tumblr post from March of 2016:

“About a year ago we presented a pitch for a season 3 arc that promised to bring our characters together in new, unexpected, and hilarious ways. And just as S2 evolved from S1, we had a really exciting approach to evolving S3 even further. We had plans for new characters, the return of old characters, and even a bit of backstory! We were all really excited about the new direction and so were our bosses at DisneyXD and TVA.”

“Unfortunately, the higher up bosses of bosses of bosses at Disney decided not to continue with the show. It's not that they didn't like Wander, they just felt that 2 seasons and 80 cartoons was enough and they didn't see the need to produce any more.”

“For the record, this decision had nothing to do with the ratings performance of S2. Truth be told, we were informed that we wouldn't be continuing before S2 even premiered.”

If what he said is to be believed, the mediocre performance of S1 on Disney XD made the “higher up bosses of bosses of bosses” think WOY shouldn’t continue after S2, so they decided to cancel it five months after the pitch, one week before The Greater Hater premiered. Big mistake. After nearly a decade, Craig still keeps the plans for S3 under wraps, but his talk of S3 is enough to pique my curiosity. He piqued it even more when he brought up Star Force Enforcement Force in 2021. Truth be told, he knows way more about that third and final season than he let on.

At first, I thought S2 would wrap up the show nicely. Boy, was I wrong - it wrapped up S2, but not the whole show. Once I checked out The End of the Galaxy, I knew right then and there that one more season was planned, because in the end credits, I saw…

The Cliffhanger

I will admit, I found the last couple of minutes anticlimactic. Dominator spurned Wander’s friendship, Hater is still cuckoo for conquering (much to Peepers’s delight), and the main four are practically back where they began. I reiterate, it wrapped up the season nicely, but not the whole show, because what I’m about to describe is indicative of the show’s unfinished business.

Dominator walks off in angry defeat, trying to peel an orange (or open a jar of jam if you prefer, assuming you looked closely at what she grabbed), and she grumbles, “They’ll get what’s coming to them.” Unbeknownst to her, she passes by a crash-landed space capsule with its door unhinged. Green lightning flashes, ominous Hater-themed music plays, and simian screeching is heard and fades into Hater’s evil laugh.

How is this anything less than an indicator of unfinished business? If stopping the show here is not a bad move, I don’t know what is. I’m positive English primatologist Jane Goodall would not be pleased with the decision to leave an ape stranded in space with no one around to help him. The question remains: who would find that space ape? Wander and the passengers aboard the Star Nomad or Star Force Enforcement Force? Only Craig and those who worked on the pitch with him would know and so would the bosses of Disney XD and DTVA. There’s also something that was on my mind after I watched the season finale. I shall now tell you about…

The Missing Pieces

I’m, of course, referring to parts that were absent from the episode and left unexplained. We’ve got the other villains, most of whom were last seen in The Bad Neighbors. Emperor Awesome made a silent appearance in The Sick Day, and that was it. As a certain @koskela13 indicated in a post 8 years ago, the villains never mustered up the courage to help the heroes fight against Dominator. There’s also Buster, the planet-sized puppy dog whom the Ballzerians call home. Since Beeza and the Ballzerians were among the refugees, he had to have fled from Dominator’s galactic onslaught. I found long ago that he’s supposed to be all right, but where he is remains to be seen. Same goes for Janet the Planet and her moon, Maurice; however, it was said that they were on their honeymoon, hence their absence in S2. Another thing that I think was left out was Wander getting to sing/play his banjo. Think about it, if the crew had wanted to stop after S2, would they have had Wander perform a glorious reprise of an upbeat song right after Dominator’s downfall? That was never done. It’s pretty obvious.

Moving right along, another thing that keeps me motivated is…

The Fan Content

Over the years, I came across countless fan pieces to make the Internet aware of the show’s existence, such as @wanderin-over-yonder’s calendars. It’s possible to come up with WOY-related activities, original characters, and meta gags.

Master Yisuko

Dr. Otmar Vunderbar

In case you haven’t guessed by now, the possibilities are endless.

I would expand more on the Star Nomad, but I’m sure you can find the information in my previous posts. As long as we’re talking fan stuff, let me refer to…

The Supporting Characters (and their VAs’ Longevities)

Apart from the five major characters, The End of the Galaxy had at least ten other characters speak solo (King Bingleborp, Destructor, the Cashier, Prince Cashmere, Neckbeard, the Lost and Found Guy, the Black Cube, Mittens, Major Threat, and Michelle). All the others barely had a chance to shine. For that reason, I put my effort into showcasing as many of them as I could in my fan fiction, The Eye on the Galaxy. What’s more, some of those characters are performed by voice actors over the age of 50. Stella Starbella was voiced by June Squibb, who was in her mid-80s while WOY was running. Today, she’s a nonagenarian, and if her performance in Inside Out 2 as Nostalgia is any indication, it’s not too late for her to reprise her role as that character. We might have until 2030 to revive the show, assuming June lives to be 100.

By the way, Major Threat was said to become a recurring character in S3, and we’ve yet to see him actually interact with Wander long after he put his days of villainy behind him.

Now I wish to bring up…

The Luck of the Other Shows

A vague and unconvincing reason for WOY’s cancellation was that two seasons/80 episodes were enough. I mean, really? Disney never felt that way about Fish Hooks, which I believe has three seasons and 110 episodes. Also, they allowed Star vs. the Forces of Evil to run for four seasons, putting it well over 100 episodes. And how about Big City Greens? Although not as frequently brought up as Gravity Falls, Amphibia, or The Owl House, it recently managed to get a whopping five seasons. They’re treating it like it’s the new Phineas and Ferb, although there’s no merchandising or presence in the parks. When I compare WOY to the aforementioned shows, it’s clear to me that it had the worst of luck. Heck, I wasn’t even sure if those other shows had pitches for later seasons. We can’t stand idly by while the plans made for WOY remain shelved. It just wouldn’t be right, y’know what I mean?

One more thing…

The Other Fandoms of Shows With Unfinished Business

I’ve noticed the presence of fans of shows that still have more to tell, including, but not limited to, Sym-Bionic Titan and Glitch Techs. One show that’s being resurrected as we speak is Sonic the Hedgehog (SatAM), which ran in the 1990s for a measly two seasons and, just like WOY, was left on a cliffhanger (in this one, Snively re-emerges in a different outfit and is raring to take his uncle’s place and put a stop to the Freedom Fighters, and behind him stands Naugus, who somehow managed to escape the void). Fortunately, a group called Team Sea3on are working on a S3 premiere titled “Return to Robotropolis.” You can find this group on just about any social media platform - their determination to right the wrong done to the show is truly inspiring.

Did I mention shows like Hey Arnold! and Samurai Jack got closure after years of being neglected and incomplete? The same thing could happen to WOY if we persevere. Invader Zim, which also only got two seasons, got its overdue closure (I think) in the form of a Netflix-exclusive movie. If a season is too much work, fewer episodes or a two-hour TV movie should suffice.

And I think that’s about it for now. I hope all this information was enough to keep you all motivated! Fight on for fairness, my friends, and to those of you who think of The End of the Galaxy only as a SEASON finale, I thank you.

#CanceledCartoons

[daffodil-mania]

The Itch

Stanford era!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader. Swearing, sexually suggestive/explicit language, mentions of drugs and alcohol. No smut (yet); this one’s a good ole fashioned slow burn. Takes place around 2002-ish

Author’s notes: Helloooo! I said I had something longer, and here it is. I intend on turning this into a multi-part fic, so keep your peepers peeled! I didn’t post sooner because while I had ideas for this fic, nothing was really clicking for me. However, @uncouth-the-fifth recently shared some Sam AI chatbots she’d made (which I highly recommend you use btw) and after using one of them my creative juices started flowing again, and out popped this fic. Enjoy!

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The air is thick with the competing smells of booze, weed, and sweat. Some fratbro’s shitty spin on house music is booming at a deafening volume throughout the house, and all around you people are drinking, grinding; generally having the kind of time you’d expect at a frat party. It’s Valentine’s Day, so the amount of couples making out in corners has increased drastically, much to your chagrin. Your friends had dragged you here under the pretense that you all needed to blow off some steam after another grueling week of tests and homework. You have to admit, the idea had been tempting; you don’t consider yourself a party person, but you’d had this itch to do something outside of your normal routine. The itch had developed suddenly a week ago while you were standing in line at your favorite coffee place, debating on ordering your regular cup of joe or really spicing it up and asking for a shot of espresso when you saw him.

He was good-looking, sure; tall, despite his seated position at one of the tables, broad-shouldered and well-built with these soft hazel eyes that just screamed “kicked puppy in need of someone to take care of me”. But none of that is what kept your gaze on him. No, as ridiculous as it sounds, it was his hands. Huge, muscular hands that made your mouth water just thinking about them. Ten long, thick fingers that dexterously flew across his keyboard as he typed. You were hit with a barrage of hand-related fantasies ranging from dirty to holy fuck that’s dirty when the barista cleared her throat and brutally snapped you back to reality, causing you to stammer out an apology and place your drink order with haste.

Ever since then, you’d been haunted by the memory of those hands and felt “the itch”, as you called it. It was an aching want that existed deep in your gut, and it demanded satisfaction. It clawed at you, showing you images of those ginormous hands pawing you, squeezing your neck, your tits, anything they could reach. You’d done your best to resist, throwing yourself into your coursework, hoping desperately that if you ignored the itch it would go away. But it didn’t. So here you are, at a frat party, trying to find a way to scratch your itch so that the ghost of those hands could be put to rest and stop tormenting you.

You take a sip of the drink you’ve been nursing all night in a secluded corner of the living room and make a face. It tastes like piss and vodka’s evil offspring. You look around for a place to abandon your solo cup, but decide that you should properly dispose of it so no one knocks it over, or worse, drinks it. You crane your neck over the sea of sweaty, horny college students and map a path to the kitchen. Your friends had abandoned you long ago in favor of going onto the floor to dance, so your trip to the kitchen will have to be a solo mission. You take a deep breath, mustering up your courage and preparing yourself for the bumpy journey ahead, and plunge into the crowd. Things are going smoothly enough and it looks like you’ll actually make it to the kitchen unscathed when someone suddenly slams into you. Thankfully, you’re pushed into a sorority girl, so you manage to not eat shit or get trampled to death. Unfortunately, this crushes your drink against your chest, drenching the entire front of your top. Miraculously, the sorority sister is spared, and she doesn’t even seem to register the fact that she’s been bumped into.

You turn around to glare at whoever just ruined your favorite shirt and come face-to-face with a solid wall of muscle. You have to look up to get a good look at your assailant, and you see it’s him. The guy from the coffee shop. All of your anger is quickly replaced by an interesting cocktail of shock, embarrassment, and need. You thought he was big in the coffee shop, but standing before him now makes it clear just how fucking massive this guy is. He clears six feet easily, and you can tell he’s got miles of muscle underneath the henley he’s layered under a faded tee shirt.

You manage to drag your eyes away from his chest and see that all of the color has drained from his face, puppy-dog eyes apologetic and wide with shock. He’s speaking to you, but with your height difference and the ear-splitting music you can’t hear him. You pull a confused expression and have to shout “what?” a few times over the music before it gets through to him that you can’t hear a fucking word he’s said. He looks around quickly, then gestures for you to follow him. You do, confusion and nerves swirling around sickly in your stomach. Eventually he leads the two of you to a quieter corner of the room, and resumes his rapid-fire apologizing. “Jesus, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you, I swear, I was just trying to get away from my friend who kept trying to introduce me to this girl and I—“

You hold up a hand to silence him and force yourself to smile. “It’s okay, shit happens, I get it.” He shakes his head, unsatisfied with your response. “No, no, seriously. I feel awful about your shirt—“ you don’t miss the way his eyes dart down to look at your front, and you realize with a blush that he could probably see down your v-neck if he wanted to, “—and I really want to make it up to you. I have an extra shirt in my car if you want to change, and I’ll get you a new drink, I promise.”

The poor guy looks like he’s about to have an anxiety attack, so you wave your hand again before laying it on his arm. His eyes snap to where your hand has curled around his forearm and you jerk it away, uncertain of what possessed you to touch him. Great, now he thinks I’m some kind of perv. You clear your throat before you start talking again. “Um, yeah, a-a new shirt would be cool. Oh, but don’t worry about the drink though; it uh, it sucked. I was actually on my way to get rid of it when you bumped into me, so maybe spilling it was a blessing in disguise.” Jesus Christ, you’re rambling and stuttering like a kid asking out their high school crush. You nervously tuck some loose hair behind your ear and try to inhale some calming breaths, cringing at your social ineptitude, and look up at him. He’s smiling kindly, revealing two adorable dimples that make you want to melt into a warm gooey puddle on the floor.

“Yeah, I tried one of the drinks earlier; I don’t know what was in it but it was not good.” He scrunches up his face and pretends to gag, which pulls some genuine laughter out of you. His grin gets wider and it makes his eyes crinkle, and this has your stomach doing somersaults and your pussy clenching around nothing. The song changes and after a smiley beat passes he leans in a little closer and tells you his name. “My name’s Sam,” he practically shouts into your ear, “Sam Winchester.” You turn your head ever so slightly so you can give him your name in return. “Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.” Sam straightens up and you extend a hand for him to shake. He accepts, enveloping your hand in one of his gigantic palms. You fight to keep a blush off of your cheeks. Your hands fall, but he doesn’t release you. Instead, he gives your hand a small tug, and nods over his shoulder. “C’mon. I’ll take you to my car.”

You dutifully trail behind him, your hand still wrapped up in his. If you weren’t appreciative of Sam’s height before, you are now; he effortlessly parts the throng of people around you, allowing the two of you to walk to the door with ease. And it’s only when the two of you step out into the chill of the February night air that he lets go of your hand, which you try not to read into. You cross your arms over your chest to trap some of the warmth that is rapidly escaping your body, your still-wet top clinging coldly to your frame. There are a few wasted stragglers on the lawn, and the music starts to fade as Sam leads you to his car. You’re mildly surprised when you see what it is; a black Honda Civic sedan. It’s a newer model, but it’s nothing fancy. You get the sense that while Sam isn’t very materialistic, he takes pride in his possessions and their upkeep. He pops open the trunk as you rub your arms, wishing that you had opted for more layers than just your v-neck long sleeve and a lacy camisole. You glance back at the house, wondering what your friends are doing as Sam goes through the trunk. After a minute he produces a black Metallica tee. You accept it gratefully and smile at him, cocking an eyebrow. “Metallica? You’ve got good taste.”

Sam clears his throat and awkwardly looks at his feet, his expression a bit pained. “Actually, it is… was… my brother’s.” He says, looking up at you through his bangs. You nod, and decide against probing for more information. He’s a stranger doing you a kindness; you don’t need to know about whatever family history that is capable of eliciting such a reaction from him. You glance at the road and then back at the house before looking at Sam. Your cheeks feel warm. “Um, do you mind covering me? Sorry, I know that—“

Sam cuts you off, flustered. “No, god yeah, of course. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think.” He admits sheepishly, redness creeping up his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck. You shake your head. “It’s okay, really. Um, and thank you, for the shirt, I mean. You really didn’t have to.” His expression softens and he gives a small shrug of his shoulders. “‘Course I did. I’m the one who bumped into you like a total jerk. This is the least I can do.” His response only serves to intensify your burgeoning crush on him.

You both stand there for a minute, just looking into each other’s eyes, something similar to tension but too clumsy and new to be called that building between you. A fierce shiver courses through you, and Sam apparently remembers that you asked him to cover you. He maneuvers the two of you so that the car is blocking you from any prying eyes lurking on the street, and he places himself in front of you to shield you from the people in the house. He turns his back to you, giving you some more privacy, and you murmur a quick thank you as a burst of heat goes straight to your core.

You quickly shed yourself of both your camisole and your top, thankful to be in a dry shirt that doesn’t reek of alcohol any more. You tap his arm to let him know when you’re done, and he turns to face you. He sees that you’re still shivering and wordlessly goes back to his trunk, leaving you a bit perplexed and holding your sopping bundle of shirts in your hands. He pulls out a gray zip-up hoodie and stands before you again. “You look cold,” he says, obviously. It’s a sweet gesture, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. Sam holds his hand out for your shirts so that you can pull on his hoodie, and you swap your bundles. As you pull on the hoodie, you tell him, “I really do appreciate what you’re doing for me. Most people would’ve just let me freeze.” You chuckle quietly, racking your brain for some other way to express your gratitude without sounding like a broken record.

Sam shakes his head, and another sweet, sympathetic smile graces his face. “Y/N, again, it was the least I could do, believe me.” You nod, and then gesture vaguely for your shirts. “Oh, right,” he says with a small laugh, adorably absentminded, and hands them over. As you go to take them, your fingertips brush against his, and you feel like you’ve been electrocuted. Deliciously, wonderfully electrocuted. The contact causes you to jerk your hand away, dropping the shirts. “Shit, sorry—“ you curse, and the two of you drop to your knees simultaneously to retrieve them. Your hands meet again, but this time the contact lingers. You lift your head to find Sam’s eyes boring into yours, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed. And that’s when you feel it again.

The itch.

—

Author’s notes: I know this wasn’t a *super* long fic but I’m slowly pushing myself to write longer stuff. One of these days I’ll write something longer than 2,000 words, I promise. Anyways, thanks for reading!

[codbigbang]

Moderation applications have officially closed as of last night, but keep your peepers peeled, as we may put them up again! If you'd like to participate, however, sign-ups for the bang itself are still on-going! https://forms.gle/EWtTwTKviCAshWo58

[erin-epica-art]

The Erin's Emporium of Stupid Stuff playlist videos mega-thread!

Putting this on my art blog since I never talked about it here, but I love making playlist videos! And now that I've officially made it past 1,000 songs across all of them, I thought this would be an interesting place to link all of them, including the ones on Google Drive because YouTube wouldn't allow me to publish. They're from a good number of fandoms, aesthetics, and general moods/scenarios based on my own life experiences.

This will be updated with every new playlist that I make, so keep your eyes peeled!

Unikitty! Character Playlists

💖🦄Princess Unikitty😸💙

🐶🌽Prince Puppycorn🥏🦴

🧪🦊Dr. Fox vol. 1🧡🔭

🧪🦊Dr. Fox vol. 2🧡🔭

💥🥊Hawkodile🕶🐊

📎📋Richard🧹🖇

😠🖤Master Frown🌧🍭

🪦🖤 Brock🤍🎮

💀💢The Doom Lords💧🎭

🌸🐝FeeBee💝💐

🥟💚Bim-Bom👗💋

💜👻Score Creeper🎪🐉

⚔️🦅Eagleator🎋🎽

🦩🎸Flamurtle💘🐢

Unikitty! Ship Playlists

Frock v1

Frock v2

Frock v3

Foxodile v1

Foxodile v2

Foxodile v3

Unikitty! AU/OC Playlists

If Uniflip characters had theme songs (for @uniflip-official)

POV: You're revisiting Frown of Doom with me

Brook (OC by @slashysims)

Settling & founding of the Unikingdom (for @unikittybeforethereign)

The Spicella playlist! (for @unikittybigbrightworldau)

Other Unikitty! Playlists

You're the Score Creeper's newest victim!

Staying up all night with Brock

Cleaning Unikitty's castle with Richard (and getting distracted)

Gettin' jazzy with Richard & the Score Creeper!

At a retro diner with Unikitty and friends!

Volunteering for Dr. Fox... and becoming her new specimen

You've been living in the Unikingdom for WAY too long

A gloomy stroll through Frowntown with your crush

Stuck in liminal places with the Score Creeper

POV: You used to be a Doom Lord

Unikitty's acting a little uhh... (Pibby-inspired)

Hazbin Hotel Character Playlists

🗝️🎵Charlie Morningstar🌈🔱

👙🕷Angel Dust 🚬👯‍♂️

❌🤍Vaggie👁️‍🗨️🎀

♠️♥️Husk♦️♣️

👁🪡Niffty🧹🐩

🎩🐍Sir Pentious⚙️🥚

🎸😇Adam⚡️🥤

📺🦋💕Vox, Valentino, & Velvette⚡️❤️📱

☂🌹Rosie💍🍖

Helluva Boss Character Playlists

👿🐴Blitzo vol. 1🤡🔫

👿🐴Blitzo vol. 2🤡🔫

😈💕Moxie & Millie🎼🪓

🐺🌙Loona🦴☎️

🎩👑Stolas vol. 1🦉📞

🃏🎡Fizzarolli🤖💵

🤠🌾Striker🔥🚂

💗✖️Verosika Mayday🔘🎶

🩸🌾Sallie May🔪🐽

Hazbin/Helluva Rings Playlists

Wrath

Wander Over Yonder Character Playlists

🧡🪕Wander💫💚

💞🐎Sylvia🤛💙

☠️⚡️Lord Hater🚀🐵

⚡️👁Commander Peepers💡👠

🦹‍♀️🌋Lord Dominator🧠❄️

👑🦈Emperor Awesome🎤🔈

TMNT Multi-Generational Character Playlists

💙⚔️Leonardo🌀🎐

❤️💢Raphael🔥🛞

💜⚙️Donatello👾🧪

🧡🍕Michelangelo🛹🪩

Other TMNT Playlists

The Last Ronin

Kiff Character Playlists

🐰💙Barry Buns👒🧣

🐿🧡Kiff Chatterley🌰🦷

The Amazing Digital Circus Ship Playlists

Giving theme songs to as many Amazing Digital Circus ships as possible (Part 1)

Aesthetic Playlists

This is GRANDMACORE!!

🫧🐠Frutiger Aero + Yacht Rock v1🐠🫧

🫧🐠 Frutiger Aero + Yacht Rock v2🐠🫧

Frutiger Metro v1

Frutiger Metro v2

McBling

Artist-Specific Playlists

Owl City

Custard v1

Custard v2

Aspidistrafly

Powerwolf v1

Powerwolf v2

Powerwolf v3

Christmas Playlists

Obscure Oldies, But Goodies!

Pentatonix Part 1

Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Pentatonix Part 2

Everything else

For when I'm feeling homesick

For when I'm feeling homesick & spacing out

Classic rock because I felt like it

A truly ✨TIMELESS✨ playlist

[waxingrunes]

I’m absolutely LIVING for slutty wolfstar you do the best art, do you think you would ever draw like an aftercare scene w them? remus being dominant and absolutely wrecking his bf is the most amazing thing in the world but i’m super curious to see him taking care of sirius afterwards

I’ve thought about this and want to do it right, if I do. I draw a lot of nasty stuff because I love it and I wanted to roll out some dirty art in this otherwise conservative, pearl clutching fandom. But, Remus coddling Sirius in one way or another is so fucking delicious.

You’ve got a deal, I was just struck with inspiration as I typed this. Keep those peepers peeled.

[sil-writes-fiction-too]

Death of a Hero

Genre: angst, pure angst

A/N: this piece was written for Day 12 of June of Doom ( @juneofdoom, ) using the prompts "I can't stand seeing you like this" and "Grief". This one-shot is set in an alternative BG3 universe where Gale and Astarion both ascended, and Summer and Arwen are left to deal with the consequences of it. @wolfhunter89 and I came up with this idea together months ago, so I want to dedicate this to her. This scenario is mostly seen by Arwen's point of view and it generally focuses on the impact that Gale's choice had on Summer. There is so much more I want to write for this alternative universe, so keep your peepers peeled (something else might come out this month, just saying👀)

Arwen had never minded the quiet. Life could be so chaotic and loud that oftentimes she'd found herself searching for those rare moments of silence. They comforted her. Gave her a moment to just... exist. With the kind of life she conducted, she often found herself desperately wishing for even just a few minutes where she could enjoy the peace and quiet. And oh, especially after meeting Summer. The tiefling was always so full of crackling energy ready to burst at any moment! And if it couldn't manifest through actions, then it would manifest through words. So many words. For almost ten years Arwen's life had been filled with adventures and mishaps and chaos, all by Summer's side. She could clearly remember all the times she had looked forward to the night's arrival, so that she could bask in the nocturnal quiet.

She regretted all of them now.

There weren't many certainties in Arwen's life, but if there was something she was absolutely sure of it was that, no matter what happened to her, she could always turn to Summer and find the strength to go on. It had happened a year before, when she had finally realized how fucked up her entire relationship with Leon was. Summer was there, with a toxic relationship of her own, and with a clear solution in mind. A solution that had inevitably become Arwen's own ticket to freedom. It had happened even years before that, when her entire life still revolved around settling the score she had with her father. When the world as they knew it was ending, when her body had to go through the most horrifying ordeal and she could do nothing to stop it, when their friends were dying left and right no matter how hard they had been trying to save them... Summer was there. And Arwen knew not all was lost.

She would've done anything to be able to look at Summer in that moment and feel that way again. Like a new chapter was waiting for them. She had never thought there would come a day when she would be desperate to have all that noise around her again, and yet there she was wishing for just that.

Instead, the house sat quiet in the little forest, and her friend sat at the kitchen table with a now rather cold mug of tea in front of her. Her eyes trained on an empty spot in the living room, but with an unfocused and far away look to them. Arwen couldn't remember a single time when they had made a habit of drinking tea together. It had always been beer or some other kind of alcoholic beverage that kept them company while they talked, be it about the good stuff or the bad stuff. But Arwen knew her tiefling companion... and the last thing she needed at that moment was to get wasted.

The conversation had come to a halt something like twenty minutes earlier. No topic had seemed to stick as Arwen tried to distract Summer, take her mind off of things. She opened her mouth in an attempt to come up with something, anything to break that damned silence, but she closed it again when she drew a blank, defeated. Even looking at her friend was becoming a difficult task with how... broken she looked. So she let her gaze wander.

Looking around in that moment, Arwen thought of how ironic it was that the house she was sitting in was the type of place she had always imagined Summer would end up living in, before they left for Faerûn, and that yet she couldn't think of a place that was more ill-fitting for her friend in that very moment. The woman that had wanted to move in a house such as that had been gone for a long time, replaced by a woman that had a bright future in mind, to spend by the side of her beloved.

Her beloved.

Jaime had hurt her deeply in the past, drained her of all her energy and cheerfulness. Arwen knew Summer didn't like the person she was when she was with Jaime, but it still had taken her six years to finally leave for good. It had been the best decision she had taken in a long time. Jaime had hurt her, but Summer was better off without him.

Why couldn't Gale be like Jaime? Why couldn't he have been just another failed relationship? A stepping stone towards something better?

Why did he have to be the love of Summer's life?

She had never shined brighter than when she was by his side, and the wizard had somehow restored a part of her that she had thought lost forever. Summer was ready to marry him once their last adventure was finally over, and Arwen was sure that at some point he had been exactly on the same page as her, but somewhere along the way things simply... went wrong. Horribly wrong.

Up until that point Arwen had had no idea it would be possible to grieve the loss of someone who wasn't even dead, but there was Summer, doing just that. The half-elf still couldn't believe Gale would just... leave her behind like that. Didn't he love her? But then again, that was a stupid question, coming from Arwen.

With a sigh she got up from her chair and sat down by Summer's side, placing an uncertain hand atop hers. “... I thought about putting an altar in that empty spot, when I moved in. An altar. Me. I hate the Gods more than I can possibly say and yet I was ready to welcome one in my home. I should fill up that empty space with something else and yet I can't bring myself to do it.” She finally said, almost startling Arwen, who had grown accustomed to the silence hanging heavy in the room.

“I won't build an altar, but I won't dedicate that spot to anything else either. I can't let it go. I can't let him go. I want to see him so badly at times... but then I remind myself that the man I want to see no longer exists. Somehow that hurts more than if he was dead and buried. At least then I would still know he loved me. I would have a body to cry over. What do I have now? Nothing but the hole he left in me when he chose that stupid crown over me. I hate him Arwen, I hate him so much... and yet I still love him to death and it's killing me slowly with every breath I take.” Her voice wavered and cracked as she spoke, letting her sickening feelings pour out of her like a thick syrup. Each word was like a stab to Arwen's already shattered heart.

“Summer, you've gotta react, please. I can't stand seeing you like this.” She pleaded with her companion as she gently squeezed her hand, trying to tear her eyes away from that goddamn spot in the living room. Gale, or whatever the hell he wanted to be called now, didn't deserve to have so much of Summer's energy dedicated to the thought of him. Not after what he had done. “You are a hero, for Hell's sake, you fought against the Prince of the Abyss and came out on top! You survived countless impossible encounters and not one, but two apocalypses! You won't let this drag you down. I won't allow you.” Arwen knew it was a useless attempt, but she still tried to rile Summer up, to give her some kind of pep talk or something, like she had done for her many times in the past... but her friend only let out a humorless chuckle.

“I'm sorry Arwen. I know you are hurting too...” She said as she slowly got up from her chair. “But the hero you speak of is gone. I actually don't think she ever existed to begin with. Because if she did, Gale would still be here with me and I wouldn't be... whatever the fuck this is.” She vaguely gestured to herself with those words as a look of contempt appeared on her face. Arwen couldn't help but let out a huff.

“So what, you are going to rot in here for the rest of your days? No more traveling? No more adventuring?” She felt like a hypocrite, asking her friend these questions when she herself had been holed up in her home for the past few months with the sole exception of visiting Summer every now and then.

On her side, Summer knew that Arwen was trying her best to be there for her while simultaneously trying to keep herself sane, so she felt no anger or annoyance for her words. She just wished she didn't have to be seen like this by her, but there was no way Summer could even attempt to act normal.

“I really don't think I have it in me anymore, bud...” She gave her a very tired smile that didn't reach her eyes at all as she slowly walked towards her bedroom. “I'm sorry, but I feel so tired... I need to sleep...”

With that, Arwen knew the conversation was officially over. She watched her friend drag herself to her room and then she got up, ready to leave and yet not wanting to go home and face the deafening silence once more. Up until that point Arwen had had no idea it would be possible to grieve the loss of someone who wasn't even dead, but there she was... doing just that. Grieving the loss of the friend she once knew, the version of herself that she was when she fell in love... and her beloved.

Her beloved.

How could things go so horribly wrong?

[ratqueeninks]

Just two friends shredding and chilling, reach out to get this repeatable skateboard flash! And keep your peepers peeled for my Flash Friday, it will have some of my skateboard flash!

I used to skateboard in my parents garage as a teen, was I good? Nope, despite that fact I had fun!

A reminder that you can still enjoy things and not be a master at them 💚🐭

[rad-roche]

btw the pustules shouldn't grow back on frames you've gotten them removed from! but you can also get it not just from the pustules on already infected frames, but from nidus players in your lobby as well^^ (unless they changed it)

signed, a nidus main^^

ahhh, interesting! i knew about the no regrowth thing, i just wanted to keep it bare bones for the people who don't play FrameGame but the nidus thing is totally new to me! i'll have to keep my peepers peeled for that