#poor baby ;u;

[hinamie]

cat nap :3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[222col]

ballboy!art who fell over in the middle of an important match :(( coming home to you, pouting, embarrassed that everyone watched him fall over trying to pick up the ball :(( promising him it wasn’t as bad as he thinks. “but everyone saw, it’s gonna be all over the internet.” he pouts, sitting on the corner of the couch. “i’m such an idiot.” kissing his face telling him no one even noticed, even though you’ve already seen a video of it with 5k likes on twitter. “i can’t show my face to anyone ever again.” he’d tell you, his knees pulled up to his chest. “baby, it’s okay!!” you tell him, the smile only forming on his face when he finally looks you in the eyes. promising him no one cares when in reality you’d spent a good five minutes laughing at the video before he came home.

[mickeym4ndy]

insp

[fatratinatophat]

10000 NIGHTMARE JUMPSCARES FOREVER DOUBLE ANGST POSTING GET ANGSTED idk

When ur all sick and twisted so ur in pain and scared and dunno where you are and can’t comprehend what’s happening cause your head hurts and you see your sister so you try hugging her and you end up hurting her cause your oversized a nails are too long and sharp, relatable, huh?

I got mad at my Oceanography teacher so I took my anger out on my Squimblos, you can either thank him or beat him up idc

I’m also running out of things in my queue so if I miss a day I’m sorry I didn’t draw last weekend ASJHFJSFFHH

Design doodles

Text: Tail between legs ; Always crying ; Long a nails ; “Wet” with Ichor ; Rip on leg (Limps)

I toootally didn’t forget the bracelets and paint which is why it’s not in the speedpaint, whaat? You’re crazy

[timeshareindestin]

of course buck, a boy who is dead set on hurting and sacrificing himself if it means saving those he loves and grew up associating pain with love, conceived out of grief and hurt, would be allergic to painkillers.

[hungharrington]

I feel like Steve comes like. so much. like to the point that when he cums on your face by the end of it you’re giggling and he’s red in the face

baby :( he's just got so much cum to give :( the first time you go down on him he means to warn you, really he does, but your mouth is so just hot and wet and soft and he can barely catch his breath when his orgasm tips over, let alone get a whole sentence out- and he's halfway to an apology by the time he finds his words, for spilling in your mouth with no warning, but when he looks down his cum just dripping from your lips and steve moans again, his cock giving a twitch of approval. so now you know and somehow, watching his cheeks burn bright red as he paints your face with ropes of cum is just as fun as watching him fall apart :) and if you giggle? he's dead, he's gone, he's a furnace in the face and he genuinely needs a whole minute of not looking at you to calm down

[anonymouscheeses]

Did anyone else's favorite become Brooklynn after chaos theory? Or was that just me?

Listenn i still love sammy and yaz with all my heart but i needed a singular set in stone favorite character asap before i lose a hyperfixation too quickly 😭

[sluckythewizard]

THEY could give me the surgurey i need (inspired alot by evojellys designs for em. GREAT STUFF)

[sammylkcho]

Hello! It's me again with other fic, enjoy!

The metal weapon you held in your trembling grip felt heavier with each passing moment, a weak attempt to aim precisely at your target.

Sebastian.

Your main mission was to kill Z-13 and retrieve the crystal from the Blacksite, all in exchange for your freedom.

When you were preparing to descend in the submarine, you didn’t even have time to ask what you might encounter, or if there were at least any safe zones. They explained nothing to you beyond your primary objectives.

You barely made it past the first doors by sheer luck, with Angler and the rest of its variants hot on your heels.

You had a brief moment to catch a breath when he offered you the safety of his shop.

"Welcome, welcome! My name is Sebastian, your only friend. Here you can restock on everything you need, in exchange for documents, USB drives, and small vials of DNA. Things you don’t need. You get rid of what’s useless to you, and I get what I want."

You still remembered those words clearly, spoken with a dizzying display of friendliness.

From that moment on, everything became blurry fragments you couldn’t clearly recall anymore.

The most likely scenario that led to your current situation was a possible game of cat and mouse. As soon as you drew the weapon you'd brought in your diving gear, the real intentions became apparent.

You couldn’t be sure where in the facility the two of you ended up. Both of you were gravely injured by the other’s attacks—you had shot Sebastian in one of his arms and other parts of his body, and he had struck you in a blind spot during an encounter in total darkness.

You were bleeding out, possibly suffering from internal injuries, though you weren’t sure. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush that kept you standing, panting heavily.

But as soon as you stopped running to catch your breath, you instantly regretted it. A sharp, stabbing pain coursed through your entire body, making you fully aware of your condition.

While you were consumed by your misery, Sebastian was enduring an even worse torment.

He had multiple injuries along his tail, his three arms were stained with blood, his nose was bleeding, and small drops of blood trickled from his mouth. The front of his head had a wound that seemed difficult to stop unless enough pressure was applied.

You pointed the gun at his forehead with a trembling hand, unsure.

Did you really want to kill him? Ending his suffering—and yours—was an option, yet you didn’t feel right about doing any of this.

No one was watching you from the cameras, no Urbanshade operative breathing down your neck.

Aside from the power outage caused by an Angler not long ago, your options were limited now.

You could leave him there, let him bleed out, and then succumb yourself to the same fate—either from the massive blood loss or exhaustion.

But that would only prolong both your suffering, especially Sebastian’s.

His sudden murmurs and curses snapped you back to reality in an instant, drawing your focus once more to his dire state.

The fins on the sides of his head twitched slightly as he lowered his head to the ground. His dark hair obscured much of his face, making it hard to tell at a glance if he was still alive. The only signs that indicated otherwise were the tears falling from his eyes and the short, shallow breaths raising and lowering his chest.

"Mom... My older sister, my brother…" he muttered in a weak, raspy voice, unaware of his surroundings.

From Sebastian’s point of view, he was no longer aware of what was happening around him and had completely forgotten your presence.

Small fragments of the life he once had, before being blamed for the murder of nine people and becoming an Urbanshade experiment, flashed before him.

He wasn’t even conscious of the moment he mentioned his family. He simply saw a vivid image of his mother appear in front of him.

This image of his mother had short hair, instead of the long, cascading locks she used to have, but he didn’t dwell on that detail. He focused solely on the loving gaze she always gave her son, without judgment or fear.

With weak effort, he extended his hands toward hers, which seemed hesitant to take his. But once he grasped them, he didn’t care.

"Please, help me…"

Those words were the final push you needed to take hold of his hands more firmly and make a decision.

With the same trembling grip you had for a while now, you tore off a damaged piece of your wetsuit and used it as an improvised bandage around his head, where the bleeding was most severe.

You had no knowledge of first aid, and the little information you did have seemed to vanish in the face of your nerves. You acted on instinct, applying pressure to his wounds while doing the same for your own once you finished with him.

You wanted to cry with all your strength for what you had done to him, for putting both of you through this nightmare.

But you didn’t even have the energy for that, so closing your eyes for just a second didn’t seem like a bad idea.

[mydairpercabeth]

My mother is the worst goddess alive

And I am her favorite daughter

[prentissology]

lol, there is something so incredibly haunting about the way peter is bathed in the colors of spider man during his death. the way you can clearly see the hues of red and blue amongst the background - which looks more like gwen's spider suit than anything else.

also him being painted as “spider man” during his death is him being gwen's gwen stacy. in every other universe, spider man is unable to save gwen stacy from falling to her death; or from her death. but in gwen's universe - she's spider (wo)man, she's the peter parker who had to watch her gwen fall.

but also, something that isn’t in theme with gwen stacy and spider man is that spider man is always unable to save gwen stacy, that does not mean he is directly responsible for her death. he did not kill gwen stacy. he's never able to catch her, but he is not who kills her. but for peter's death, gwen had fought him, she had injured her best friend and she was inadvertently responsible for the piece of rubble that fell on the lizard. she killed peter parker. she was unable to save him because she was what he died to, gwen stacy falls to her death looking at what was supposed to be her savior, peter parker dies looking at his murderer.

anyways psa somebody give gwen a hug, and maybe more fanfic love from the fandom.

[rafasbiscuits]

we've got the forehead kiss guys

[eff-plays]

[gold0venice]

just saying my bit though everyone has already said this before but still

geto suguru and gojo satoru: their names are the exact same length, they have the same initials, both considered the strongest, two sides of the same coin, always together, and both are weapons utilised because they are both the strongest

they are very complex characters, but one thing is absolutely clear: they are both born to complete the narrative, they were born as characters destined to die. When one declares themselves the strongest, it was always bound that there will always be someone stronger - I think, that since the beginning, they were both tragically destined to die by the narrative

geto leaves, gojo remains - I think in the end the narrative let them down. They should have never separated, the title of the strongest, after all, was for both of them, together. I think that one without the other, is leaving behind a part of their soul, their potential, and their aspirations to make the future generations unique. I don’t think either of them achieved truly what they wanted

the thing that unites them in their end, is that even in death, they are both held as weapons, they are never truly, totally, infinitely free

they were people only to each other, not weapons but best friends who understood each other, and I don’t think other characters could ever understand their intentions, morals, feelings, plans, and hardships

this is what I call a well written tragedy

I feel so sorry for both of them, and while I really want to throttle gege right now, I cannot deny that this guy is an absolute genius of a writer

[dreadsuitsamus]

anyway imagine being yuji's best friend that flirts with both of his older brothers

yuji hates it (bc he wishes you'd flirt with him)

sukuna encourages it (bc he's a bastard man)

choso is flustered by it (bc he's a fucking virgin)

[duusheen]

Since this is their first baby, Hope and Danny attended some prenatal classes to get some information, but she ended up leaving even more worried than when she went in. As the doctor recommended exercising, Hope switched from the gym to yoga, hoping it would help, but she ended up having a mental breakdown in the shower that night 😢