#pug bubbles

[attleboy]

brief silly continuation.... they ouppy

based off of my lovely mutuals' tags/comments that made me giggle

@spookypatches

@frog4278

Can pomni and bubble pleeeaaseeee compare fangs? 🥺

ooooooo smart..... let's inspect those chompers

[emmstarss]

doggy bath :3

[cherrynflowergarden]

disgusting(ly in love) || matt sturniolo

an; hiiii my loves how are y'all?? someone please give me some ideas for this i wanna make one for chris too:( this was originally supposed to be for 10 mins but i ran out of ideas and ended up making it 8 mins THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU ALL<33

summary; a youtube compilation of matt and yn being in love for 8 mins.

tagged; @t1llysblogs

matt was bored. and on youtube. having stumbled upon a video titled "MATT AND YN BEING DISGUSTING(LY IN LOVE)!!!??? tw happy couple (ew)" he decided he had nothing better to do than watch this.

clip one; sleeping beauties

the clip started with nick going down the stairs and screaming for matt. what he didn't know was yn, matt's girlfriend had stayed over.

expecting matt to be awake, he pushed the door open with his vlog camera on.

there laid matt and yn, all cuddled up on the bed. the blanket covered their tangled legs yet the way matt held his girl against his chest was enough to make everyone jealous of the couple. near them mr wrinkleton, matt's pug plushie and ms bubbles, yn's rabbit plushie cuddled too, almost making it look just like the couple in plushie forms.

a small laugh left nick, as he zoomed the camera into their faces.

clip two; twitch stream

matt was streaming on twitch with his brothers while his girlfriend went out on lunch with her friends.

coming back home, yn did not expect to hear shouts from each brother's room. assuming they were only playing video games with each other, she yelled "honeyyyyyy i'm homeeeeee" right as she entered in matt's room. not giving him any time to answer the girl skipped her way to her boyfriend and sat on his lap; all excited to tell him about the latest gossip session she had with her girls.

but that could wait for a while.

he looked so beautiful that she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, giving a sweet kiss on his lips. pulling away she kissed his cheeks and mumbled "god you're so cute".

giggling softly, the boy pulled her face up and said "thank you baby" she was about to say something when chris screamed "OH MY VIRGIN EYES". laughing at the way her eyes got wide, matt explained "we're streaming baby"

clip three; birthday gift

sometimes yn vloged. since the triplets' birthday was coming soon, she decided to vlog the entire process of shopping for the brothers.

twelve minutes into the video, she was all set and ready with meaningful gifts for each brother. once she put all the gifts in separate bags for each brother, she smiled at the camera. "finally. it was such a tiring day. now only one thing is left to do. y'all remember the paints i brought? well we're doing a fun little craft." taking out the red and pink paints, she went to grab a plain black tshirt.

cutting a heart stencil out of a paper, she stuck the paper to the tshirt's back. applying the fabric paint on her lips she started kissing the cloth between the cutout paper heart. applying different shades of pink and red, she filled kisses in the shape of a heart. laughing at her now smudged 'lipstick' she showed the camera her now ready gift.

"gonna let it dry now. i think i will maybe do something in the front also. not sure. will keep you guys updated!!"

safe to say, matt loved his gift so much that he demanded another kiss tshirt so that he could wear her kisses every day.

clip four; beach

this was a short clip from the hawaii vlog. the triplets, yn, maddie and nate where walking to the beach near hotel. well not all of them were walking through.

yn decided she was too tired to walk today and matt being the absolute angel he is, let her to hop on his back as he carried the girl to the beach.

maddie had vlogged matt carrying his girl on his back, humming to whatever she had to say. the camera captured matt listening carefully to his girlfriend as she spoke animatedly about penguins. the last thing the camera captured was yn repeatedly kissing the boy's cheek as he smiled before chris pushed the couple claiming "it was sick to watch people in love"

clip five; beach again

this was a clip from the same vlog as the last. matt and yn were seen enjoying in the water. splashing water against eachother their joyous laughs could be heard.

suddenly matt lifted the girl up, enjoying her screams of fear. dropping her a little, matt laughed harder as his girl tightened her hold on his neck. "matt i swear to god if you throw me in the water" laughing at her empty threats, matt dropped her down a little.

"MATTEW STURNIOLO"

"but baby i love you" he said as he completely dropped her down.

clip six; deaf, mute and blind challenge

yn sometimes participated in the triplets' videos. right now she was a part of the deaf mute and blind challenge. nick and chris were deaf, matt was mute and she was blind.

it was tough to be blind when she was only one who could actually cook something but nothing goes according to her wish, right?

which brings us to this moment. yn, desperately trying to find the bowl which contained the pancake mixture. looking at his struggling girlfriend, matt came behind her and pulled the bowl towards them. putting the whisk in her hand, he grabbed her from behind and helped her whisk the ingredients together. mumbling a small thank you the girl was finally relieved as the process was almost over.

all while nick and chris danced and screamed to doja cat.

clip seven; grwm

yn was filming a get ready with me to go to a date. while she was putting the make up on, her boyfriend entered the room. saying a quick hi to him she turned back to explain her makeup process to her followers.

"—oh y'all need to try this mascara. it's sooooo good. i literally cried—" hugging the girl matt cut off her rant. he squeezed the girl in his arms as she turned around to place a kiss on his cheek. laughing at the bright red stain her lipstick left on his cheeks she tried to grab a tissue to wipe it off. protesting against it, the boy pulled her closer to him.

clip eight; dancing in the snow

the clip was from a random vlog yn posted. it started off with yn putting her vlog camera on the car's bonet and running towards matt. the two, fully covered in wools from head to toe danced in the snow without any music.

matt twirled his girl, a small laugh leaving him as the girl lost balance and collided with him, pushing the two to the ground.

it may seem silly to others, dancing without any music or laughing like madmen in the snow but to them this was the best moment of their life.

as the video ended, matt pouted at the screen. he now missed his girlfriend. he decided to facetime his girl not knowing chris was right behind him and he recorded matt smiling and blushing at moments with his girlfriend. probably this would end up in another compilation of matt and yn being in love.

[bunjywunjy]

Probably ironic asking someone with a goldfish as an avatar, but are fancy goldfish unethical? Because some of the breeds have no dorsal fin and, idk, isn't a dorsal fin important for a fish? Also those telescope-eyes look kind of awkward and uncomfortable, and even more those bubble-eyes that have weird sacs growing from their faces that seem to obscure their vision. It just seems cruel sometimes.

fancy goldfish like moors and orandas have existed for hundreds of years, and their body issues don't cause actual health problems like say a pug or flat-faced cat does.

the real issue is keeping them with other types of goldfish that can easily outcompete them for food or bully them, so as long as you have them in groups with only their own kind they're allowed to move at their own pace and do whatever and they're fine.

NOTE: there are a few newer fancy goldfish breeds like pearlscales that DO have health issues, but the ancient weirdo breeds are okay.

[offbrandkyoya]

[21]

m.list next

In all honesty, Kageyama didn’t want to do this.

He felt horrible for letting this situation stretch, but he feared that his crush would hate him if they found out. I guess Kageyama is a huge coward. He already made things worse by getting milk chans class wrong.

He sighs, hitting the back of his head against the wall. As a cue, Milk Chan walks out of the classroom, wanting to investigate the noise Kageyama made. “Oh! It looks like you got my class right this time.” They smile, and Kageyama awkwardly nods. “Uh yeah.”

“What’s that?” Milk Chan asks, pointing at the bag he’s holding. Kageyama straightens up and hands it over to them. “Meat buns. I bought you some.” They blush and gratefully take it. “Thank you so much. You didn’t have to.” “But I did.” There’s a bit of silence before Kageyama clears his throat.

“I was going to write your name on the bag,” he starts. “But… I don’t know how to spell your name. Milk changed their head. “You don’t know how to spell my name?” He shakes his head. “Did you sound it out?” “Yeah, but I didn’t want to be wrong.” He pauses. “And make a fool of myself.”

They simply smile. “Aw, that’s okay. I’ll write it down for you. Let me go back inside and get-“ “Wait.” Kageyama interrupts, which startles them a bit. “Is everything okay? It really isn’t a big deal.” They say, but Kageyama sighs. “I don’t actually know your name.” They blink in confusion. “Excuse me?” Kageyama looks down.

“I never knew your name from the beginning. I was going to ask, but you knew mine, and I felt terrible. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings because, in reality, I wasn’t sure who you were. That doesn’t change how I feel about you, though!” Kageyama's face turns red. “I still care about you because you’re my friend! We started getting closer, and I tried to find out on my own, but I couldn’t. I felt like a terrible person lying to you for this long. I’m… I’m really sorry.”

Slowly, he looks at his crush. They stand there in disbelief, clutching the bag like it was going to vanish soon. Kageyama could tell that he had ruined what they had. Kageyama looks down again in shame. “I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“L/n.” He looks back at them in shock. They were smiling, and it was rather comforting. “L/n Y/n, but you can call me Y/n.” Kageyama blinks, then positions himself properly. “You’re not mad at me?” They laugh, “No, I’m not. Disappointed? A little, but I’m glad that you cleared it up. I admire your honesty.”

Kageyama blushes and scratches his head. “T-Thank you.” They laugh again. “Do you have any social media?” They ask, and he instantly responds with a yes. They exchange account information and even their numbers. Y/N smiles even more. “I have to go back now. Thank you again for the meat buns, Kageyama.”

He smiles too and nods. “You’re welcome, Y/n.” It felt so nice saying their name, and seeing how delighted they were to hear it just made his stomach bubble. “Bye.” They waved, and he waved back. “Bye.”

YIPPEE YN

fucking finally tired of calling yall milk chan

jk rip milk chan 😢😢💔💔💔���💔

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[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

House Tour (not the house we wanted, but the house we have)

Fandom: Poppy Playtime.

Synopsis: Angel (referred here as "you") introduces their house to the toys after the events of the game.

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"It's not much", you hurriedly tell the group. "And it's not very big, we'll have to get a bigger house as soon as possible, can't forget to immediately look for what's on sale around here".

You stop on your tracks to face the door to your house, hearing the others stop just behind you. Searching for the right key, you add:

"Also please don't mind the fact everything's a big mess, I'm more organized than that but last time I was there it was a week or so ago and I left in a rush".

"Don't apologize, Angel", Poppy replies back, as gentle as ever. "I'm sure it's not even that bad! And, look, even Kissy agrees with me! Right, Kissy?"

The taller girl mutters a quiet "hm-hm" sound.

"Nothing will ever be as bad as the factory, Angel", Dogday adds. You turn around to see Huggy still holding into the dog's poorly-adapted wheelchair, smiling in return. "Besides! You're here with us now! That alone makes things a lot better".

"You guys give me too much credit", oh, finally, you found the key! "I'm just doing what I have to. Anyone else would do the same".

"Li-ar", Mommy Long Leg's voice echoes. "No one never ever took care of Mommy when she was hurt".

"I was the one who tore your arm off, I kind of had to help".

"Li-aaaar".

You sigh, finally opening the door and stepping inside: "C'mon, everyone, it's pretty small but it should do the work for now".

You counted the toys one by one as they entered: Bunzo, PJ, Poppy and Kissy, Dogday and Huggy, a very bubbly Miss Delight guiding Catnap inside, all the mini huggies, all the mini critters, all the other mini toys, then Mommy Long Legs. More than 80 in total.

Thankfully the money you got from that case was enough to cover a house and finances and medical expenses for at least an year for every single one of you. You still didn't know how the court case against the remains of Playtime would go, but with all the evidence against them, it should be enough money for a lifetime, right? You would never be able to pay for everyone's treatment with your current job...

"Angel, dear?", Miss Delight calls. You smile, give one last look outside, and close the door. "What an interesting house you have!"

"Oh, it's nothing much", you put the keys in a small counter, taking off your jacket and throwing your bag in a corner. "Huggy, can you help put Dogday in the sofa?"

"Angel, I'm very sure I can-"

"You need to wait two weeks before you can do any big moves, don't you even think about moving yourself only using your arms again unless you want another emergency surgery, big dog", you immediately cut him off. Dogday sighed, Huggy happily offered his hands to help the big puppy. The mini critters mischievously laughed. "Same thing for every single one of you. Medical orders".

The house's clock pointed at 8:44 PM. It wasn't late, thankfully.

The toys all gathered around the living room, curiously staring and exploring its corners. Someone - Bunzo, maybe? - had entered the kitchen, probably just wanting to take a good look at this new weird place. You decided to let them be, turning the TV on and trying to pick up a channel:

"So, uhm", you mutter. "This is the TV. Didn't change much since '95 except for maybe image quality. We now use CDs and DVDs instead of just cassette tapes, but I'll show that to you guys later. You can grab anything from the kitchen, I don't mind".

You blinked, hearing the sound of your Windows XP computer turning on. Somehow, PJ Pug-a-Pillar had figured out how to use it. You would be proud if not a bit worried:

"You found the computer", you announce to the group. "Okay. Don't mess up too much with that thing, I need it to work. I'll show you guys how to use the internet later, I think you would like it".

Long Legs decided to sit next to the TV, stretching her neck so she could watch it better. The mini critters seemed to really like her, as they still haven't let go of her arm.

"Angel, do you think the news are all still about us?", the spider doll asks.

"Well..."

You sit on the floor so Dogday can see the TV from the sofa. Bunzo immediately jumps to your lap, making himself comfortable. You pet him as images of the abandoned factory covered with cops and investigators appear, headline written as "PLAYTIME CO. INVESTIGATION STILL UNGOING".

You sigh. Bunzo seems to look up at you, confused.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?", his ears move. You stop petting him.

"It's not good nor bad. If the news aren't screaming how the investigation found out how you guys were made, then we can assume the Prototype is doing a good job".

"He always did".

Everyone, including you, turns to stare at Catnap. He decided to sit next to the sofa, lying his back against the wall. The ceiling was too low for him to be comfortable like that...

"Mommy cannot agree with you", Long Legs groans. "Would you want to know hy?"

The feline simply stares uncomfortably at the pink toy. She rolls her eyes, muttering something about him denying the evidence before turning her attention back at the tv. You're glad these two didn't get into a fight again, but you still don't feel comfortable. Most of the bigger toys are sitting on the floor, with the smaller ones either using Kissy, Miss Delight and Dogday or the sofa as a sitting spot.

The images in the TV then cut to you, eye bags and all, staring at the camera and politely answering a question.

"Look!", Bunzo points. "It's mom!"

"I'm not your... Nevermind", you put some of your hair behind your ear. The you in the TV keeps talking:

"No, I didn't see any guards or cops when I came in there", you shake your head, tired.

"No security at all?"

"I mean, the factory is full of weird machines you need to use a thing called a 'grabpack' to make them work, but there wasn't anyone who stopped me from grabbing one and going inside. I bet even a child could have gotten themself trapped in there from how lonely things were outside..."

"Do you think one of the monsters escaped the factory before?"

"The toys, is that what you mean?"

Your eyes finally showed some light as you bit back at the word choice. You lifted your head, now more determined than before:

"If any of them escaped, they are either dead or locked away somewhere by whoever knew about what Playtime was doing. Or do you really think these kids wanted to stay inside that prison? They were fighting each other over what to eat, for God's sake!"

"Angel...", Poppy muttered. "You didn't tell anyone about the..."

"Cannibalism? Hel- heck no. You guys will be regarded as monsters by a lot of people if i do that. Until things calm down, no one outside the investigators of our case will know".

You decide to get up from your spot, much to Bunzo's dismay. You pet his head before stretching yourself, hearing some bones pop:

"The kitchen is right there. Bathroom is there, and my room is there. I don't think there's any clothes good enough for you guys, but we'll see. You must be hungry, right?"

You step into the kitchen, followed by some of the toys and Long Leg's head stretching head. Miss Delight excitedly walks close to you as you look for what you have.

"Well...", you mutter. "I have some snacks and food, but not enough for all of us. Maybe we should get some pizza today, and tomorrow I'll rush to the grocery store".

"... Pizza?", Bunzo asks in the big toy pile that formed at the kitchen's entrance, his head between the smaller huggies. "What's that?"

"It's an italian dish made from bread dough and topped with plenty of ingredients!", Miss Delight answers in her cheerful tone before turning to face you: "But... You have pizza, Angel?"

"No, but I can just ask someone to deliver to us. I have the money", you grab the kitchen's telephone, searching in the drawers for the number of that one very good pizza place your friend worked at. "Since no one here ever ate a pizza I'll just ask for five of each flavor. Might do the job, seeing how many of us are in there..."

You turn, lying against the kitchen's corner, only to realize that everyone was staring at you. Even Catnap had gotten out of his spot, curiously watching, and you could see Dogday's head as he was trying to take a good look at what was going on.

"You guys can explore the house, y'know. It's our house now, not mine", you tell the group, going back to the living room, telephone in hand so the poor giant puppy could be included. Another door was opened, and the mini critters and huggies were now conquering your bedroom. Good for them.

You sat on the floor again. Bunzo proclaimed your lap, and Poppy decided to also sit next to you.

"I don't have to eat, Angel", the doll told you, watching TV. "Prioritize the others, alright?"

"Neither do I!", Dogday replied. "I ate at the hospital, don't worry about me".

You roll your eyes and pet Poppy's head. "I know you don't have to eat, doll, but you, young sir, have to eat. A freaking lot, actually! Didn't I tell you guys food isn't a limited supply anymore?"

A mini critter screamed and something was knocked over. Long Legs immediately got out of her spot, coming out of your room with a mini craftycorn trying to chew on a blanket.

Dogday, however, was whimpering. He lowered his head and fidgeted with his hands: "Are you sure? You did so much for us, Angel..."

"And I'll do even more. I'll be your legal guardian if everything goes well, remember?"

"But..."

Catnap then "accidentally" bumped his tail against Dogday's face. The pup's eyes widened, and you laughed at how offended he looked. The feline pretended to watch television as Dogday stared at him.

"Catnap!"

"I didn't do anything this time".

Now the pup was looking at you for answers. Poppy was laughing as well, all the while Catnap's tail kept bumping into Dogday.

"Listen to what the Angel has to say", he simply told him. "And eat".

You were smiling. Never in a thousand years did you think your life would become this weird, but you were glad it was like this nonetheless.

Then you realized something, and crossed your arms:

"Catnap, you do realize you'll also have to eat a lot instead of giving your food to the mini critters, right?"

The feline's tail stopped moving.

"What".

[just-pug-things]

If you stand still and only move two steps sideways when the bubble approaches you, this mechanic is much much easier to dodge.

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[ashblooddragons]

La Danse Macabre (Chapter 1/?)

Series Masterlist

(sorry that this one is on the short side. it's Christmas so I'm using that excuse lol)

119 ac

Alicents pov

I walk through the garden taking in the sweet earthy smell of the roses and lilies. It's moments like these, where I can walk through a silent garden taking in the scents of tree bark and flowery petals. But my favorite part is when I can stop for a moment letting my head lean back as I feel the sun kiss my skin with its sweet summer rays. 

I open my eyes to a clear sky with not a cloud in the sky, and a smile raises its way to my lips. For in these moments I am no longer the Queen, or even Lady Alicent Hightower. I am only a woman who wishes to see the beauty of the world if only for a moment. 

The soft smile that graced my lips turns to one of pure joy when I gear the two children following me giggles. I turn to find Aemond and Valaena smelling the lilies. I can’t help but chuckle and shake my head at their antics. 

Ever since Valaena was born my little Aemond loved her, even though he was only one nameday old. He loved her so much that she was his second word ‘Val’ he said, and still calls her. 

I remember the day I met little Valaena, she was so pure and gentle already. She gripped my finger with all her strength not letting me go from her grip even when her mother wished for her back. I should have known then she would be a daddies girl when the only person who can calm her tears was Laenor. 

And gods is she the spitting image of her Father, nothing like her brothers with their pug noses and brown hair and eyes. I scoff at the thought of them ever being true Velaryons. But Vaelaena, there is no question who her father is the dusting of freckles one her nose and cheeks to her deep umber skin. She even ahs his gentleness and soft smile, the only thing I think she took from Rhaenyra is that button nose but Laenor says she got that from his dear sister Laena.

“What are you two up to?” I ask with a playful raise of my brow. 

They burst into another fit of giggles looking at each other as if they have some special secret. 

“Nothing…” Valaena says with a cheeky grin as she plays with her lovely pink and gold dress, 

I eye them suspiciously before turning to Ser Criston who has a fond smile as he watches the two children play and explore the gardens.

As the two of them run off chasing a butterfly I turn to Criston. “Do you know what they’re up to?” I ask with a playful smirk.

“You know those two are always in their own little world. I think the only person to step in is Your Grace, and Ser Laenor.” He responds with a playful smirk of his own. 

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from myh throat, for he’s right, those two are always whispering to one another. I swear there are times they don’t even speak at all and know what the other is thinking. 

“They do have quite the bond, it breaks my heart though. They never could connect with their siblings, and Rhaenyra has been ignoring her for her sons. I know it is from fear, but how is Valaena to know that? She is only three, how is she supposed to understand why her mother leaves her behind?” I say with a mornful sigh.

But what I don’t say is what breaks my heart most is how Rhaenyra has expressed trouble connecting with Valaena. She came to me in tears throwing herself into my arms as she let out all the sobs and worries that fill her soul. I dare not think of the kiss she placed on my lips after our late night heart to heart, how it always bring a blush to my face, how when I saw little Jacerys with the looks of none other than Rhaenyra’s guard.  

“She is neglecting her own child to protect her mistakes.” Criston says with a scoff and I can’t help the frown that rises to my lips. 

I can’t fight the response that leaves my lips. “She tries Ser Criston, you have no idea the mind of a Mother after birth. It isn’t always easy to connect, to feel whole again. I myself was lost for a long while when Aegon was born. Rhaenyra just needs a bit longer to connect, and I will look after the girl until she is ready.” 

I notice the way his lips pinch in anger, but thankfully he knows his place and holds his tongue. 

“Ali!” I hear Valaena shout as she runs back to me only for her foot to catch the skirt of her dress making her fall to her knees on the gravel covered ground. 

The tears that come are instant as she falls back on her bottom holding her knees close. I rush forward to comfort her but Aemond beats me to it. He kneels nect to her lift her dress to check her knees only to find them scraped, and I freeze in shock when his lips land on her knees kissing them the way I do any wound or scrap on him. 

“All better Val.” He says wiping his tears as he holds her close kissing the crown of her head. 

I can’t fight the smile that rises to my lips at his kindness. For most boys of four don’t care for others much, but my little Aemond is kind and gentle with Valaena at every moment.

“Come darling, let us get a salve to make those knees feel better.” I say holding my hands out as I crouch down already knowing she’ll blot right into my arms. 

I stand resting her against my hip as I turn to Aemond who already moves forward to grip the skirts of my dress. I run my free hand through his curly white hair with a smile. He truly is my sweet little boy, and I pray everyday he will always stay this way.

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!

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[bybloemencomic]

Webcomic day!

I never miss an opportunity to plug my own comic, so you can read Bybloemen here!

What's this about, you say? In the 1630s, the Dutch came down with tulip mania, and enterprising florists looking to make a quick buck produced a speculative bubble that was forerunner of the Beanie Baby craze of the 90s or the NFT market of...last year.

Enter two devils, hellbent on convincing the residents of a backwater port town to stake their fortunes and souls on a promising bulb. And also invest in a potential pharmaceutical scandal, read questionable religious tracts, and possibly adopt a pug of great ambitions and ill repute.

If historical fantasy comics are your thing, you might also enjoy these (extremely excellent stories):

Hans Vogel is Dead

Alexander, the Servant, and the Water of Life

Obelisk

[shitpeoplesayinwarcraft]

IMPORTANT CONTEXT THAT I FEEL THIS DESERVES: my entire pug group died immediately. it was just me and anub'ikkaj for six minutes as i spammed word of glory and every paladin defensive i had. i even had to pop bubble once. but i fucking soloed a dungeon boss

[deareverlasting]

phantom headcanons

i will be adding some pictures in for reference, including some monsters from horror movies! just a quick notice :) ALSO slight nudity (attack on titan titans) okay so we all know about the normal phantom's we have right now and the weird centipede one. i was thinking about this for a while and im currently struggling to input it into another fic but i was thinking, what if there are different species of phantoms? and obviously each phantom species would reside in a different part/habitat, you know? Like for example... -rivers/lakes/ponds - phantoms would be slimmer, maybe longer? could possibly have some sort of webbed spines, perhaps like a spinosaurus, or maybe even a structure similar to that of a spinosaurus as well? you know, minus the long head. they'd probably have webbed talons and have excellent night vision or might even be blind since it very well could be dark as shit down there.

-forests/tall hills/mountains - the phantoms residing here i was thinking could fly? instead of long or tall, they'd be sort of like birds of those flying monsters from 'the silence'. i wanted to keep the blind aspect and excellent hearing. they're kind of like bats i would assume, hanging around in the trees and eating dead things possibly (im not sure if phantoms eat, i doubt it.) but just to add into the horror we're going to say that they do. they're pretty dangerous, seeing as they can fly around and have sharp teeth and a whip thing tail that very well could cut into you. but i think as long as you're quiet and don't attract much noise to yourself, you would be okay.

-forests/plains/flatlands - i imagine these are the phantoms that we have to date right now that hunted the kids down from the start. i do have some personal headcanons for these phantoms as well! i imagined them to have excellent hearing, don't ask me why. and i also think theyd have kind of shitty eyesight, don't ask me why either. i also think they would range heavily in heights and body types as well. think of attack on titan maybe? since they are in towns, i think they might just be the "shadows" of real people in town. so that includes children, athletes, short people, tall people, etc. so i think we'd have more diversity in that prospect as well. no big changes though!

i lied. this is future joy. i also thought that maybe the phantoms we've dealth with most of the story might have abnormal ones as well? again, think attack on titan. maybe these abnormals can speak or communicate in their own language, can even understand them like they did with ashlyn? or maybe some kinds are infectious, that can possibly speed up the process of turning you into one of them? and similarly, phantoms that when they hurt/scratch/bite you, the wound, instead of healing speedily like they usually do, never heals? instead starts to rot, turn black and the skin around it begins to ooze and drip, much like the skin and form the phantoms hold onto until they are in the light or wounded.

then finally, for now, we obviously have those centipede phantoms. -forests/caves/rocky features - they first appeared in the forest but it also as well as when the terrain began to morph into rocky pillars and everything. i saw someone say that this creature was formed by hundreds of phantoms morphing together into one giant monster and i personally love that idea! i personally think this phantom would either have really bad eyesight seeing as there's so many bodies morphed together and the skin might bubble/pool up kind of like a pugs and effect their vision, or they'd build up all that eyesight and max it out having some op vision instead- no in between. but either way, i lean more toward the blinder part and having to rely on hearing as well. and obviously, this type of phantom is fast, but i also imagined they'd have a hard time making quick, agile turns seeing as their body is just so big.

i write a lot and i just love making horror more horrific 😭plus i feel like it ups the stakes and the shadow realm just a teeny bit, especially with having to figure out how many different kinds there are and how they all function. im also trying to think of a kind that relies more heavily on smell, more animalistic instead of humanoid in body as well. PLS EXCUSE ANY TYPOS THIS WAS IN A RUSH HAHA

[orange-peony]

Thanks for tagging me @alexalexinii and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe!

This week I have been mainly working on my snowbaz fic for the @carry-on-big-bang.

Here's a snippet (Baz's pov):

I hear his bike before I see him. I’m walking Fiona’s crazy chihuahua, but it feels more like flying a kite from how hard he’s pulling on the bloody leash. 

“Calm your fucking tits, Titan,” I hiss at him, but then the little menace starts barking like mad at the roaring motorbike as if he were challenging the vehicle to a bloodthirsty duel. I’m about to give the biker a piece of my mind for potentially causing Fiona’s dog an aneurysm, when he pulls over and takes his helmet off.

I suddenly feel catapulted into one of those Coca-Cola adverts where the ladies at the office drool over the extremely attractive glass cleaner. Except that it’s just me and Titan here (but I’m pretty sure he’s gay, too), and fuck—those bronze curls. The blue eyes and that skin covered in freckles and moles. 

I’ve been waiting for him my whole life, languishing in this fucking remote village in the English countryside. 

I decide instantly to make it my life’s mission to get Freckles to stay.

“The game is on, Titan.”

“Arf!” he barks back.

“Sorry, he’s mine. You’ll have to try your luck with Dev’s unhinged pug.”

Tags unde the cut:

@bubble-gumhead, @pato-roldnart, @artsyunderstudy, @facewithoutheart, @peachpety, @itsphantasmagoria, @larkral, @letraspal, @thewholelemon, @hushed-chorus, @cutestkilla, @excalisbury, @pocketlessdruid, @regretfulcorrine, @littlewinnow, @cattocavo, @leithillustration, @imagineacoolusername, @j-nipper-95, @fatalfangirl and @okay-sky. 💙

[strangersunghoon]

MASTERLIST PART 3

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EWAN MITCHELL (actor)

-> in need of a heir by @thought—bubble

-> a cursed place by @sapphire-writes 💀

-> devotion by @babyblue711

-> glass cuts deepest by @flowerandblood 🌧️

-> the softest whisper by @flowerandblood 🌧️

-> Behind the scenes by @neptuneiris 🌧️❤️‍🔥🤰⭐️

-> it’s the things we love most that destroy us by @valeskafics (hunger games au) 🌧️❤️‍🔥💀

-> articulate by @ valeskafics (hunger games au) ❤️‍🔥

-> reunion by @fioiswriting 💓🌧️❤️‍🔥🤰

-> the Great War by @cvspians 🌧️

-> the last of the dragons by @undertheorangetree ❤️‍🔥🤰🌧️💓⭐️

-> how long can we be a sad song by @namelesslosers 🤰🌧️

-> little wolf by @ valeskafics ❤️‍🔥

-> twisted love by @ e1e4n0r5 ❤️‍🔥

-> napoleonville by @ inthedayswhenlandswerefew ❤️‍🔥🌧️💓🤰

-> sapphire hearted by @endless-ineffabilities 🌧️

-> you were my man and I your girl by @ scarlet-star-witch

-> learn to love you by @ justmymindandstuff 💓

-> together by @ ethernalbuckley ❤️‍🔥

-> my heart is yours by @ galaxy-siren 💓

-> cruel summer by @ neptuneiris

-> mother of dragons by @ vhagarys 🤰🌧️💓

-> in the wake of silence by @ targaryenrealnessdarling 🤰🌧️

-> favourite by @ silverdragonfly

-> lust & love by @ goddessofvalyria ❤️‍🔥

-> the other side of the door by @ endless-ineffabilities 🌧️

-> I found love (where it wasn’t supposed to be) by @ written-by-clouds 🌧️❤️‍🔥⭐️

-> the price of pride by @ flowerandblood

-> the ballad of green snakes and honey badgers by @lady-pug

-> pomegranate seed by @silverdragonfly ❤️‍🔥

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN (ACTOR)

-> not my code by @erinkeifer ❤️‍🔥🌧️💓

-> parts of the truth by @anakinsgirlfriendreal 🤰❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> as fate would have it by @luminoustarlight ❤️‍🔥

-> ask nicely by @little-miss-vader ❤️‍🔥

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CHARLIE HEATON (Actor)

-> What happens in the dark room… by @byersbootyshorts ❤️‍🔥

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AZRIEL SHADOWSINGER (Acotar)

-> princess by @azrielslightintheshadows 🌧️

-> I fell for you by @ azrielslightintheshadows 🌧️

-> practice on my by @acourtofwhatthefuck ❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> What’s life without a challenge by @writingcroissant ❤️‍🔥

-> as a trophy by @ writing croissant 🌧️❤️‍🔥💓

-> no going back by @serpentandlily 🌧️ ⭐️

-> taken by @imaginesmai 🤰

-> don’t act like you care now by @jswizzlewrites 🌧️

-> can’t bring myself to hate you by @tadpolesonalgae ❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> his world by @reverie-verse 🤰🌧️💓⭐️

-> just a little bit of your heart by @fieldofdaisiies 🤰⭐️

-> closure by @jeannineee 🌧️💓

-> betrayal by @clairebear08 🌧️⭐️

-> don’t let my down by @courtly-chronicles 🌧️

-> get out by @sarahs-library ⭐️

-> you’re losing me by @starsxblazing 🌧️⭐️

-> untouchable by @serpentandlily 🌧️

-> last solstice by @ serpentandlily 🌧️💓⭐️

-> ringing in the new year by @amchapel 💓🌧️🤰

-> trust by @redheadspark 🤰💓

-> midnight muse by @azsazz ⭐️

-> pushed to the edge by @stormhearty 🌧️

-> never been good enough by @lure-of-writing 🌧️

-> come back by @ azsazz 💓

-> just hold on by @ azsazz 🌧️💓🤰

-> of nightmares & Memories by @shadowandlightt 🌧️

-> before I say goodbye by @lanitalay

-> here without you by @readychilledwine 🌧️🤰

-> fighter by @parkerslatte 🌧️💓🤰

-> 400 years by @safetypinxtales ❤️‍🔥

-> love lost by @hellcat8908 🤰🌧️

-> forced revelations by @ leafsandstarlight 💓🌧️

-> more than this by @ lidiasloca 🌧️

-> starlight by @ arrantsnowdrop 💓🌧️

-> two sides by @ xreaderbooks ❤️‍🔥💓

-> forgotten by @ sarahs-library 🤰🌧️

-> heavy weather by @ assassinsblade 💓

-> the shadowsinger and the inkbird by @ florencemtrash 🌧️💓

-> arrows & Ashes by @ assassinsblade 🌧️

-> untouchable by @ serpentandlily 🌧️

-> up the junction by @ tadpolesonalgae 🌧️🤰

-> falling Star by @ feyreswaterybowels 🌧️

-> scarlet-tipped secrets by @ angelshadowsinger 🌧️

-> shattered by @ azrielwingspan 🌧️

-> maddening by @ ellievickstar 🌧️

-> small world by @ readychilledwine

-> time you take for granted by @ imaginesmai 🤰🌧️

-> rainy season by @ thisblogisaboutabook 🌧️ ERIS MAINLY

-> how did it end by @daydreaming-nerd 🌧️⭐️

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ERIS VANSERRA (Acotar)

-> betrayal by @clairebear08 🌧️❤️‍🔥⭐️

-> leaves in a sky full of stars by @artethyst 🌧️🤰

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KANG YEOSANG (ATEEZ)

-> richboy by @ateezmakemeweep 🤰❤️‍🔥

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SWEET PEA (RIVERDALE)

-> the shift in reality by @ghxst-heart 🤰🌧️

-> heathers by @dream-a-little-bigger-x

[bunjywunjy]

In my mind you look like your avatar fish but are about the size of a pug and exist suspended in a floating bubble or blob of water. You interact with things about you via smaller bubbles of blobs that break off from the main one, controlled by your mind. An amorphous collection of water shapes with a fish core. This is either incredable beautiful (shades or red, orange and gold, all friendly and warm) or infact some kind of deepsea angel horror concept. I trust you with this power, however.

oh this is a fun one! really digging this concept :)

[aerodaltonimperial]

(@acid--jackpot prompted me for JungleCorpse, and while I got SLIGHTLY away from the original prompt, we are going to ignore that; 1.3k of tooth-rotting fluff I fully expect to be defriended for feat. potato dogs, LOVE YOUUUUU 💚)

Darby wakes to the sunlight just beginning to stream through the windows. That tends to happen when he’s home, with the east-facing windows in the master bedroom, and he never much minds it, since it’s generally the time the dogs get restless, anyway. Normally, half of the little blanket thieves are on the bed with him, snorting into the fitted sheet, but today is different. Today, Darby wakes up with one arm slung over a rumpled t-shirt, their bodies slotted together during the night like a quotation mark.

The rumbled breathing pressing back against Darby’s chest is still rhythmic and deep, so he extracts himself slowly, trying not to jostle the mattress as best he can. Padding out into the family room, he finds three members of the gang already up and waiting for him, butts wiggling as their tails wag.

“C’mon,” he tells them, voice low as the little click-click of their nails taps across the kitchen tiles. He opens the door to let them out and leaves the glass ajar while he starts up the coffee. Could have gotten it ready last night, but hadn’t known he’d have company until it was the last thing on his mind, and ain’t that something. Darby can’t remember the last time he had someone else wake up in his bed here. Normally the only people who stay over are his buddies, who either take the guest room or drape themselves over the couch cushions like heathens.

It’s strange, knowing someone else is still sleeping just past the kitchen wall. Darby pauses with his palms propped up on the counter, listening to the coffee machine gurgle and bubble; strange, because the thing is, it’s not. Maybe it was only a matter of time before this thing they were doing—this unnamed tangle they’ve both continued to return to long after the point they could reasonably still refer to it as casual—bled over into Darby’s life outside the filming schedule.

Here, in his house filled with the constant pitter-patter of pug footsteps, the whole thing swells a great deal more real.

Two of the dogs slip back in as he’s refilling their food bowls, and the last one is probably out rolling around in the dirt, so Darby doesn’t worry much, save for the eventual state of his floors. He’s gonna have to track down the last two, and he’s pretty sure he knows where they are. He heads back through the master door, brushes his teeth in the bathroom, and sure enough, both lumps are easy to spot as he slides back onto the bed and the mound of blankets.

Darby re-settles, curving back behind Jack’s warmth again, and this time, Jack stirs. Darby can feel his muscles jump slightly when the man’s eyes open and one arm stretches out long across the mattress. Then he twists in Darby’s hold, peering at him somewhat blearily.

“Didn’t know where you were, did you?” Darby asks.

Jack’s smile is sleepy, but wide. “Took me a minute.” He yawns a little, and Lemons pops her head up, snorting. Her little snout wavers back and forth. Jack blinks at her face, and then his gaze shifts back to Darby’s. “Your potatoes demand a lot of space in the bed.”

“Yeah, they do that,” Darby hums, agreement. He props his head up on his palm, elbow squishing the pillow down. “They’re not used to having anyone but me in here.”

“They came in anyway.”

That’s a twist in Darby’s chest, warm and languid, decidedly pleased. “They like you.”

And Jack’s smile grows more pronounced, more defined. “Do they?”

“Guess we all do,” Darby murmurs, reaching forward with his free hand to brush an errant curl away from Jack’s face. Something glimmers on the other’s expression: a comment just bitten back about how Darby and his family of dogs might be the only ones, maybe, and Darby is glad Jack manages to keep it down. He doesn’t want that sounding in the bedroom, where the early sunlight glows yellow. That shit ain’t got no place here, where he wants Jack to be at home.

Darby curves his hand around Jack’s cheek, as though he can head off the worst of the thoughts before they even wiggle into Jack’s mind. He’s never given a shit as to what anyone else thinks, and he sure isn’t gonna start caring now. “I made coffee.”

“Yeah?” Jack asks. If he’s going to say any more, it’s cut off when Darby leans in to press their mouths together—unhurried, unrushed. They’ve got all day here, with just the pugs for company. Here, removed from the backstage drama and the feuds and the need to prove themselves that always seems to hang over their heads, Jack is soft, and oh, Darby’s fucking obsessed with it. Without the posturing and the attitude, Jack unfolds beneath him so easily, so readily, like the rest of that shit doesn’t even exist anymore.

And then Jack pulls away, pressing his hand against his mouth. His eyes are rueful. “At least let me brush my teeth first,” he mumbles into his palm.

Darby laughs. “Sure. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

He’s pulling mugs out of the cabinet when Jack finds his way in, feet bare and joggers slung low across his hips. He’s delightfully rumpled, and intoxicatingly unassuming, endearing in a way that tugs at Darby’s heart strings. Jack wrinkles his face when Darby hands him the cup of steaming coffee, and then his expression smooths after Darby pulls the milk out of the fridge.

“It’s nice,” Jack says, with a nod towards the sink and cabinets. “Your place. I didn’t see much when we came in last night.”

“You didn’t give me much of a heads-up before you were at baggage claim,” Darby replies, because that’s true: the place had been pitch black when they’d gotten in at midnight. “That was quite a surprise.”

Jack’s tongue darts out, pressing into the corner of his mouth. “I, ah… yeah. I didn’t really know if just showing up was allowed or not.”

“It is,” Darby tells him, and means it. He takes a sip of coffee. “Why’d you come?”

“Uh,” Jack starts, a bit of a grimace. “I guess I just wanted something good.”

Darby can read between the lines on that one, knows what the hedge means—more delays from the higher-ups at the company, more dismissals in the wake of everything, more time for Jack spent not in the ring where he wants to be. He also knows better than to pry, because Jack will talk when he’s ready and not a moment before. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Darby nods. “I’m glad.”

It’s worth watching relief bloom across Jack’s features. “Yeah?”

Darby crosses the kitchen to loop his arm around Jack’s shoulders, tug the man closer in. He gets a faceful of Jack’s curls when he presses his chin into the groove of his neck. “You can always come here, Jack,” he murmurs. “You can always be here.”

“Darby,” Jack exhales, a full-body shudder. He’s such a gnarly thread, this one: a viper backstage hissing at everyone who dares to approach, an asshole veneer desperate to cover all the still-bleeding wounds beneath. He’s so fucking complicated, and Darby’s never felt an urge like this to curl around anyone, to spread his fingers wide in an attempt to catch the next knife in.

Jack’s fingers linger on Darby’s hip bone, pressing against the ridge. Darby drops a kiss against the juncture below Jack’s ear, the patch of overly sensitive skin that always drives him nuts. This is crazy, the two of them; it’s crazy, and it probably shouldn’t work, but here they are. Darby could choke on how fucking much he cares.

“How long are you staying?” Darby asks.

“How long can I stay?”

Forever, Darby thinks, but replies, “As long as you want to,” and maybe Jack hears the truth anyway, because he shifts in closer, as though Darby’s kitchen littered with muddy paw prints is the only place in the world he can lower his guard, a safe haven from all the bullshit licking at his heels.