#odd habits

[icarus-hasfallen]

One of the biggest changes that's happened since my partner and I started living together is that they can now truly see just how little thoughts are behind my goofy void eyes sometimes... No longer do I eat mouthfuls of peanut butter in silence, no, now there's someone lovingly yelling at me from across the kitchen that I need to use a spoon for this and not a butterknife

[canisalbus]

Hey, I’m new to Tumblr, but I’ve seen your characters around the internet and I love them so much!! Everyone has so much love for Machete and Vasco and your art is so cool to see! Do you have any tips for an aspiring artist and creative writer?

Hi! Welcome to tumblr! I'm glad to hear you like my dogs :]

I'm not really a writer, and I also completely lose my confidence when I'm trying to explain my art processes. So this is probably an obvious, unhelpful platitude at best, but one thing I've realized is that you should allow yourself to be self-indulgent. If you're the primary target audience of your own work, it generates passion and keeps you inspired and motivated. I like to believe that people who see your creations are more likely to respond to them positively if they can sense that you're putting your heart and soul to them.

[bathylychnops]

BOBBITTT thisis after he gets like an android-ey synthetic face (he lookslike a mix of bothhis dads he haskindof jetts coloring an stephens face

[pure-oddity]

Soap who's main goal is to get his partner as wet as possible. Just loves the mess - he needs it to live.

It's a lot of fingering a lot of kissing and caressing, and his hands are just everywhere and you don't know how many times he's made you cum but you do know that each time he fucks you with his tip he has to hold you down from sinking further on his cock

"Ya not wet enough bonnie, need to make a mess of you before you can have my cock"

And he acts like you're bone dry but you aren't! He has you puffy and swollen and slick and the clicking noise his tip makes as it plays with your hole screams about how ready you are.

Only when you're essentially boneless and you've made a wet spot on the sheets does he fill you with the rest of his cock.

Both yours and his own thighs are covered in your slick, he's gasping above you about how he "can feel you dripping down my balls love - fuck!"

The glide in and out of you is seamless and he slips out on a few occasions, groans like he's in heaven when he reintroduces himself into your wet heat.

Afters hes filled you with his cum he sits back on his heels, thumbs holding you open , just to watch your hole twitch his cum out - fingers it back in and plays with the mess until you're kicking at him for making you cum again .

Very pleased as he handles cleanup duty, sheets (and you) taken care of and washed. Your mattress protector worth every penny at this point.

[normalbrothers]

ARTHUR: It's all right. We are not those kind of men.

[bambiraptorx]

I can't find it now, but I saw a post a while back theorizing that Draxum dyes his hair and personally I think that would make great blackmail material

(Also known as I've been thinking about how some of season two would translate to Minor Interference and this happened lol)

[whimsyprinx]

I feel like now is a good time to announce that I’m in the process of moving blogs! Im doing so for a few reasons, the main one being paranoia, so for that reason I won’t be saying my new urls publicly so like please dm me if you’d like my new url so you can follow me there! I’ll be reblogging this post a lot so ppl can see it (so sorry if you get annoyed by that)!

I’m also remaking my discord account as well so if we’re friends on there then feel free to message me for my new username!

friends and mutuals please do reblog so shared friends/mutuals have a higher chance seeing it!

[calware]

What're your thoughts on davesprite, do you think he would secretly eat birdseed? Bird peanuts?

today i learned that they make peanuts specifically for birds???

[dykedvonte]

what kind of food do you think Danse would like? like, if he wasn't in the wasteland and had access to real, genuinely good food? :]

I don't want to be generic but I honestly think this guy eats like a bear.

He likes proteins and things that sit heavy. This is not because they are generally more filling but most heavy meals are fatty and carb-filled foods that are his favorites. Very much a loaded potato, steak, entire rotisserie chicken sort of guy. The type to clearly be full but say "One more bite won't hurt" and then eat the rest. Not greedy but it's like a simple pleasure you can do a lot yourself and it's not like he wouldn't work it off.

I honestly don't see him as a sweets person. He won't go out of his way for most sweets but I think he'd fuck up a pound cake or like devil's food cake. The guy just seems like he likes rich, savory or heavy things. He'll eat whatever is given without a fuss but he's got the ability and repressed desires to clean out an Arby's.

If he was eating with plastic utensils and saw them after you'd be horrified.

[buglaur]

[eleccy]

@nyaasogi got me thinking about kristoph's influence on apollo again

there's another very small possible parallel that i noticed.

during the turnabout corner investigation...

look what kristoph has in his cell... a tea set

could be nothing, but what if apollo developed his taste in expensive teas from kristoph. after investigations i bet they would drink tea together to relax!

and then later apollo can talk to edgeworth about teas i guess

[backfromtwitterforw]

q!Forever realising the pool at his place is from q!bbh

q!tubbo, q!forever, q!aypierre and q!fit reaction to the soulefire base

q!Pac reacting to Barbie Labs Fabulous

q!bagi and q!tubbo pranks in a light hearted and playful way, even pranking q!bbh too

Yeah, something about all of them

[canisalbus]

While the trick-or-treating comic was very cute, I cannot imagine Vasco not being a little treat kinda guy

Are you telling me he doesn't randomly buy himself candy just for the dopamine and the child-like joy? That he doesn't indulge on halloween spirit and buy spooky candy just for him and Machete?? (who barely eats it but halloween spirit comes first, practically second)

.

[thequestionisalwaysmangoes]

21 weeks going strong! Anyway, here’s the first fic in my most recent series, brownie points.

“Conner? When did you get here?” He asked. That seemed like something he should have been alerted of before now.

The kid shrugged, as well as he could while horizontal with an awkward lump flopped on top of him. Oh, that’s Tim. Things suddenly became clearer.

“Tim called around one rambling about a conspiracy theory, so I figured he probably hadn’t slept in a couple days. Showed up like twenty minutes later to find him curled up under his desk eating peanut butter out of the jar and convinced him to watch some TV. Moved out here since I figured you’d be less upset the sooner you found out I was here, turned on HGTV, and he was out like a light. Slept a couple hours, then heard you on the stairs.”

Here’s the link<3

[diddlesanddoodles]

"The Uphill River"

A small little blurb from chapter ten of the rewrite. Yes I am still writing it.

The next task she was put to was pulling stems of apples for Quinn and Kol as they worked on the list of the Queen’s pastries. Yale assisted in gathering whatever ingredients needed for their work, dashing to and from cold storage to fetch various dried and fresh fruits and herbs. And a crock of butter almost as tall as Nenani. She walked around it, eyes wide in wonder, battling the very real urge to stick her finger into it. Without even looking away from the list in his hands, Yale reached over to lay his fingers on her shoulders and gently turned her away from the butter. He pointed to a spot closer to him in a wordless command and another bowl of apples needing their stems plucked for the Ibronian pastries they were making.   

Nenani knew a little of Ibronian cooking, only due to having lived in fair proximity to the Ibronain sailors and dock workers littering the port. They liked their wine sweet and liberally applied anywhere there was room. The apples Nenani prepared were lightly crushed, only to break them open, and put aside to macerate in wine as the dough came together.   

“Are ye sure it doesn’t say anything about butter in this recipe? Even at the end?” Kol asked as he pressed the shaggy dough into a pile and drive the ball of his fist into the center.

“I’m sure,” Quin replied, reading over the recipe one more time. “No butter. The next recipe looks like it uses a good bit, but not for this one.”

“Don’t seem right not to have butter in the dough. It’ll be flavorless.”

Quinn flicked Kol’s ear as he passed him with the bowl of apples and wine. “If you add butter and we get torn into because ye broke some sacred Ibrinaian pastry law, I’m shaving yer head after we’re released from the stockades.”  

“Fine, I won’t add any butter,” Kol replied with a petulant frown. “Just don’t see how it’ll taste very good. Would make a nicer crumb.”

They stopped their work briefly to eat a small meal. Bowls from one the large cauldrons that Yale called “the perpetual brew” were doled out to everyone. It was a dark colored stew not unlike forever pottage, but instead of a thick soup of grains and barely, there were root vegetables, various bits of meat, and several types of beans.

As Nenani ate her portion, she fished something odd from the bottom of her bowl. It was as long as her finger and looked very much like a stick. She tried to bite into it and grimaced. It was a stick. When she showed Yale, he and the bakers all burst into laughter.

“Must be a bit of sweet pine,” Quinn said.   

“I forget sometimes Humans don’t really eat trees, eh? Supposed yer teeth are too soft for it,” said Yale.

“What? You eat trees?” Nenani asked.

“Sometimes,” Yale explained. “It’s more common to eat them in winter when stores run low. Ye cut down a few in spring when they’re sweetest and store them in the cellar for winter. Grind it up for bread. It’s not as nice as wheat, but it’s food. Mostly folks pop a few branches into soup for the flavor. Like ye were saying about the bay laurel.”

“And if ye can’t afford sugar or honey, lots of folks use a spoon carved from sweet pine and use it to stir tea and it’ll sweeten it a bit,” Kol added in. “Not as much as sugar or honey, but it works well enough.”    

Nenani observed the stick held between her fingers with equal measures of curiosity and revulsion. It had softened somewhat from its time spent boiling in the stew. But it was still unmistakenly a stick. She could not decide if they were trying to trick her or not. Looking between the three of them, they seemed sincere enough. She put it back into her mouth and chewed on it. The fibers broke apart and she could taste a faint sweetness. “It’s a little sweet.”

“Told ye,” said Yale.

She removed it from her mouth. “But it’s still a stick.”

“Ah, yer teeth are just too soft to fully appreciate sweet pine,” Yale replied. He fished a piece of sweet pine from his own bowl and ate it, chewing happily as Nenani made a face at him.   

  Quinn laughed and added, “Don’t tell her about pinecone jam.” 

[lonestardust]