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hii sorry im too nervous to comment but i just wanted to say youre doing gods work with your globox and rayman art and youre so right, it makes zero sense that theres little to no content of them together 💔
OH ANON THANK YOU SERIOUSLY. I AM SO GLAD YOU SAY THAT BECAUSE im new to rayman and upon realising that i am genuinely the first person to take them seriously i thought there was like. a reason no one shipped them. like i was overstepping some evil line in the rayman fandom and the rayman fans were going to come get me in my sleep or smthing.
SO THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! i just think theyre silly to be honest and playing rayman with my buddy and watching rayman content is so much more enjoyable with the raybox lens on. im really enjoying getting into these games and learning more so expect more art of them once i learn more !!!!!!!!!!!
Here just for u anon a doodle i forgot to post!!!!^__^
#ask#rayman#globox#raybox#no but seriously my buddy and i have spent like#fucking AGES scouring the internet for SOMEONE to actually be talking about them in anything other than a friend light#WE LOOKED SO FAR. AND SO WIDE.#so i decided fuck it Im doing it myself#mwuhahaha#i love entering fandoms and fuckign things up#also dont apologise for being nervous !!! this message was so sweet thank you so much :)
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Angst with April
Headcannon/addon story: April's mum is a Kraang which the Utrom mutated in order to control her. They also created April as a fail-safe incase she ever escaped.
Kirby never loved April's mum, he never even knew her to begin with. He was brainwashed into believing that April was his child and Mrs O'Neil was his wife when in fact neither was true.
All of this leads to his death in this short comic.
Click for better quality!
#fanart#photo#traditional art#tmnt#tmnt 2012#teenage mutant ninja turtles#april o'neil tmnt#kirby o'neil tmnt#comic#headcannons#angst#mwuhahaha#april o'neil#comfy's doodles
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My little fan had stopped working at work. I banged it on the desk a few times. It didn't work but the propeller was slowly moving. I threw it to the ground. It still was not working like I wanted. I then shook it and like magic the propeller started spinning like nothing happened.
Moral of the story. If something stops working. Just use violence and if it's still not working. You probably did not use enough violence.
#work shenanigans#my general manager told me he shall avoid me for the rest of the day#he's afraid#mwuhahaha
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Vash may not be eating sand but he's faceplanted into it enough times to know what it tastes like. He got spat out a worm at mach 5 after all.
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Now that i realize it, Hazard would be a very difficult 'Con for the humans to deal with not only because quicker speeds but also because the kids would be so much easier test subjects to obtain
#transformers#oc talk#tfp au#also yes i want to remember that vehicon that went missing because ohhh ohoh do i have *ideas*#me and the demons trying to imagine Hazard's lab for legitimate horror/angst reasons#Shockwave may not care for organics. but Hazard cares a bit too much#mwuhahaha#fun fact! Hazard has sharp dentae like Megatron_ but these tend to be hidden#hazard
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he changed his name and moved to germany. but I know what you are.. because he hooked up with my internet friend who i met on Grindr. small world Eric
MISS COCK THAT LORE DROP? Chef's kiss
which one? the fact that I set 2 years worth of chicken feed on fire, or that I chased a priests son out of the country with my boypussy
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found family and cute family moment lovers u will love mutant mayhem ‼️‼️‼️
#watched it with my dad :o) we kept whisperin the whole way thru but the cinema was so empty so i dont think ppl heard us#i hope#i told him so many facts#then we put on my mikey playlist on the way back MWUHAHAHA#i dont think this counts as spoilz since they were bondin in the trailer#mutant mayhem#mikey#michealangelo#mondo gecko#art#fanart#sketch#doodle#ive doodled more and i WILL doodle even more ... watch out#its all i can think abt rn#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#I FORGOT HIS BRACESS 😭‼️‼️‼️
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“Please.”
Stiles stands there, chewing on his pretty crimson lips, pleading.
Derek isn't fully clued in yet, but honestly, the kid is kind of vaguely breaking his heart.
“Please, Derek, I'm really sorry about this, but please just—just don't say anything, okay? And just—let me?”
Stiles had texted Derek earlier, at 3.17am, presumably just before he’d set off from his house to drive his jeep to the loft.
Derek had been lying awake in bed, unable to sleep.
His messages had read:
> dude, i rlly need to come over. that ok?
And:
> ill let myself in if thats cool?
And after a few moments, in quick succession one after the other and before Derek had a chance to respond:
> and i rlly need u to just like. not get out of bed. presuming yr already in bed
> all shall be revealed
> lol i don't know why i put that
> and obvs tell me if any of this is not ok. ok?
> as if you wouldn't lol
> #sourwolf
> and yeah i know im being a weirdo but thats why you like me
And then, a few seconds later:
> right?
Derek had stared at the flurry of messages for a minute or so, then texted back:
Okay, weirdo <
About ten minutes later, Stiles had let himself into the building. Derek listened to the kid muttering away to himself as he rode the old service elevator—except it wasn't really himself he was talking to.
“God, I hope I'm not wrong about this. Like, I think we're close enough now for it not to be weird. I mean, at least I hope we are. I'm just so fucking tired, man, and have got to get me some sleep. Anyways, just—don't get up, okay? Or, like, can you get into bed if you're not already in bed? Sorry, I know I texted you this already, I just really need you to trust me. You do know you can trust me… Right, big guy?”
Derek's trust of Stiles was implicit.
When the steel door had unlocked and slid open, Derek smelled fresh, mostly unscented shower gel over the base notes of Stiles's own cinnamon scent, mixed with the very definite chemo-signals that indicated fear, restlessness, apprehension—and also, the strongest of them all; hope.
Let me.
Here, now, Derek still doesn't know what the kid needs.
Let him what?
Derek doesn't have any more time to wonder, though, because Stiles is taking off his sneakers and pants and is slowly, very slowly—as if giving Derek the chance to protest—climbing into bed next to him.
Stiles is now in Derek's loft in the small hours, in Derek's bed, fully under Derek's covers, with Derek wearing only his grey tank and black boxer-briefs and a probably terrified look on his face.
He silently thanks the universe for the cover of night.
“Like, you should obviously say something if this is completely heinous or whatever, but otherwise just—let me do this?”
And all Derek can think is shit, he's freezing, at the same time he is going into a some sort of dumbstruck shock because Stiles is now wrapping his entire sinewy, beautiful body around the entirety of Derek's.
“This okay?” Stiles asks, the air around them spiking with the smell of his anxiety as he Big-Spoons Derek like some human-shaped octopus, skinny but strong limbs astonishingly everywhere.
And he sounds so unsure, and so small, and Derek can't bear it.
Not giving the stoic part of his brain any opportunity to talk him out of doing this, Derek takes ahold of Stiles's wrist from where the kid had draped one of his long arms around Derek's midriff, and hangs on as firmly but gently as he can, manoeuvring them both around in the bed so that Stiles is now the Little Spoon.
“This okay?” he asks gingerly, mirroring Stiles because his own words are failing him.
Stiles says, “Yeah. Even better,” and his anxiety is melting away into something much more pleasing; something like relief.
Derek breathes out the word, “Good,” and feels a little dizzy and a lot amazed, and kind of like his heart is beating wildly in his throat.
The only reason he knows it isn't, is because Stiles says, “I can feel your heart thumping away in your chest, man. But, uh, I don't have wolfy senses, so… I can't tell if it's good thumping or bad thumping.”
Then he promptly stops breathing.
Derek resists the desperate, learnt urge to run away from this. He mentally shakes himself and figures: After so many years fighting monsters together, maybe he and Stiles can fight this one together, too?
He gives himself a moment to ride out the panic, then screws his eyes shut and, praying to nobody in particular, whispers, “Good thumping,” into the shell of Stiles's ear.
Stiles shivers and breathes again, but doesn't say anything else. For once, he doesn't need to. He just needs to sleep.
As the kid settles into Derek's bed and Derek's embrace and, hopefully, Derek's life, he smells like a mix of serene and content and promise—and also, wonderfully, of Derek, now.
Derek is a strange combination of relaxed and freaking-the-fuck-out because that's just the way he's made. His brain won't stop whirring at a speed of a million miles an hour, worrying about everything and nothing, all at once, and before he can bite into his lip to stop himself, he blurts out, “Cora says I sometimes dream-talk about Cajun Gumbo recipes.”
Stiles's only sighs, then hums quietly, his breathing already evening out almost to the point of sleep.
Just when Derek thinks he's not going to get any sort of real answer, Stiles mumbles, “Okay, weirdo,” on an exhale, and then he's drifting off into unconsciousness.
Derek settles then, and smiles into the nighttime thinking that maybe, finally, he might get a good night's sleep, too.
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for @shealynn88, the bestest of friends. i love you and miss you always... <3 (unedited btw—forgive me!)
#when ao3 goes down we wrote tumblr fic!#although it's back now lol#sterek#sterek fic#sterek fanfic#stiles stilinski#derek hale#POV derek#YET ANOTHER GETTING TOGETHER FIC BECAUSE I CAN'T BE STOPPED MWUHAHAHA!#lol#getting together#spooning#post-nogitsune!stiles#teen wolf#teen wolf fic#teen wolf fanfic#fanfiction#m/m#queer fic#queer writer#tcats writes#teencopandthesourwolf
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sorry for always spam liking your everything i am simply in love with how you think
no apologies necessary it makes my day every time I see it 💕💕
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if you saw me posting a video here to check that they weren't too large to upload, no you didn't ;)
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Relistening to silt verses episodes while waiting for the new ep like
#the silt verses#ngl I do think where we left off is like. a perfect place for the mid season break#[relistening to silt verses eps] this can fix me#jon ware and muna hussen if you see this take as long as y'all need#more time for me to convince ppl to listen to the silt verses mwuhahaha#also to churn out that fanart I've been stuck on waaaah
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solo creo que es genial...
#sugary spire#sugary spire fanart#sugary spire stinky#stinky sugary spire#ok now i have drawn all au sticks mwuhahaha#dr stick regular stick and stinky walk into a bar#eeps.....
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🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺
#the BIGGEST uno reverse!!!!#i think YOU are wonderful!!#im so so glad we were able to find each other again and reconnect!!! <3#you’re stuck with me now >:) mwuhahaha#🪓 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 🎶 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒌 𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒑 🎶・❥✐ ᵒᵒᶜ.
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MAGNUS ARCHIVES FAN SPOTTED
WHO? ME? WHAT FOR AN ASSUMPTION! WHAT GAVE YOU THE IDEA? (there are new Michael drawings ON THE WAY-)
#ask#frycekseuthanasia#anonymous#we are at ep. 26 though#BUT DO NOT FRET WE WILL BINGE IT SOON IN THE HOLIDAYS MWUHAHAHA
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He blinks for a moment, a bit startled. Nightmares? Yeah, he understood those. He had them every now and again. He nods for a moment, "Uh...yeah, sure, that's fine. I don't mind."
Adam waits for her to get up before leading her towards his bedroom. He still holds her hand, a small desk lamp next to his bed is turned on and he lets go of her hand, crawling into bed with a tired sigh. He can't lay on his back, sadly so he opts for laying on his side. His pillow was made special for him, seeing how it was hard to sleep with his horns. He waited until she got close and he tugged her into the bed, using his tail to pull up his thick blanket and covered them both. He had her back pressed against his chest, curled around her in an almost protective embrace, "I got cha. You're safe."
" I mean I .. could try. Make less trouble for you so you don't have to do that. "
Of course, she defaults to trying to manage things on her own again, that's going to be another hard-to-break habit, unfortunately. Before she can say much more, there's a startled yelp that escapes her as she's pulled against him. She's not sure if it's from being next to him or the fact that she's so flustered that she's started to heat up in response.
It's fine, he's let go, thank god her mind hasn't gone to worse thoughts, though she's chalking that up to so much has happened. Watching as he leaves and comes back, she chews on her bottom lip for a moment as she listens to him. As he turns to leave, she quickly grabs his hand.
" Wait- " For a brief moment, her grip tightens a bit but loosens again, still holding on. " I .. is it too much to ask, to sleep with you, so I'm not alone? Maybe for once the nightmares will go away .. "
#`don't fucking shush me bitch` adam#cxncrie#(I ACTUALLY WASN'T CAUSE THIS WAS THE ROUTE THAT I WANTED)#(MWUHAHAHA)
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