#she is already so eepy

[angelicspaceprince]

Look at my baby 🥺🥺

okay some puppy pics

[wazzappp]

Khaji Da does NOT like how vulnerable Jaime is when he’s sleeping. So they resolve that, once Jaime is asleep, they will position themselves into the optimal sleeping situation. Back to the wall (Khaji protected), attached to the corner ceiling (where they can see everything and have a height advantage), and keeping Jaime as close to his usual sleeping position as possible (stomach sleeper).

You may be wondering ‘how is it this gets found out if Khaji makes sure they do it while Jaime is asleep?’ Welllll….

[bixels]

Went to a big swap-meet yesterday with the express intent of finding and purchasing an odd and unusual Applejack thing (toy, figurine, whatever). Walked away empty handed. Shockingly no MLP things at all.

[luna-the-cretar]

I have an urge to draw Gideon again but like. Better, this time. And with hair I can actually draw. Like, maybe if it was longer. And put into a low ponytail or something. And actually try harder with his facial hair. And jewelry (like horn caps and earrings), because I like drawing that kinda thing (if it wasn’t obvious considering that 99% of the characters I draw tend to have jewelry of some kind—usually earrings)

I also have an urge to draw Shepherd again. But better. And without shitty facial hair (he looks so goofy with the facial hair I gave him 😭😭😭). And maybe some silver horn caps. Or perhaps one silver horn cap and one gold horn cap. With flame designs on both. Bc dragons. And I’ll just claim that Sarnax gave them to him bc that lizards love language is gift giving goddammit.

[chester-i-hardly-know-her]

i probably won't post or reblog much tmagp stuff as i'm not a liveblogging kind of gal and i prefer to process new episodes without looking at too many of other people's thoughts on them right as i'm first listening, but i need to acknowledge melanie king <3 <3 <3 so so glad she's back holy shit

[cowboylikemaybelle]

post totk zelink have separation anxiety from each other like two bonded stable dogs would

[c0pernicus]

man i gotta try harder to make friends

[redstainedglasses]

Grim Encounter

Something skittered about in the darkness. A wanderer entered the hidden castle and sulked about the halls. The Shade followed the trail of torn flowers as it settled its eyeless gaze upon the back of the grim reaper. Its scythe cleanly cut another death’s flower. The flower’s leaves and stem wilted as the blossom was collected and placed into the reaper’s satchel. 

The Darkness watched as the creature moved silently to the next flower and quickly harvested it as well. Its movements are smooth and fluid, a routine it had learned and mastered with ease.

This was not the Reaper the castle or The Shade knew, this was a different being. Its dark black cloak dragged along the floor as it moved, the hood obscuring its face but its long grey canine like snout peeked out from under it. 

A matching grey scythe rose as it moved to collect another flower. As it swung downward its head snapped up just in time to watch as a flash of white slammed against it.  The attack was sudden and violent, catching the grim off guard. The few seconds it took before realizing what was happening was all it took for its opponent to have the upper hand.

The lord of the castle slammed his scythe against the intruding grim’s. He towered over the lupin appearing soul collector, his years of hard labor had swelled and bulked up his muscles and he showed that power off as he pressed his scythe’s blade harder against his foes’ own.

The intruder snarled and snapped his jaws at Reaper, fangs bared as he attempted to fight back pushing back against its assaulter. But despite the cracks in Scythe’s blade it was far from weak and Reaper will be claiming another grims life tonight. 

Scythe’s white blade gained a new crack but the pressure got to the grey blade first, splintering under the weight and strength of Reaper as he reared back and slammed his scythe against it once more. 

The fragments of metal bursting into bright colorful marigolds as it yielded. Returning to that which Death had crafted it from. 

The grim staggered back. Its form crumpled as the loss of its weapon meant a loss for itself as well. But Reaper wouldn’t allow it a peaceful death. Releasing his scythe it shifted to its avian form and fluttered off to perch itself on a nearby shelf. Red eyes glowering down at its vanquished foe. Reaper gripped the upper jaw of the wolf like grim in one hand the other grabbing the bottom as he yanked it to its feet once more. 

Grey fur was already turning to flower petals but its red eyes, still filled with the faintest whispers of life, started up at Reaper silently. 

“This is my domain. Remind them all of that.” With ease Reaper tore the beast's jaws apart, blood spraying onto his form as he tore the wolf in half. 

He exhaled loudly as he tossed the corpse to the ground, blood oozing from it as it continued to quickly decompose into yellow and orange flower petals. 

Ignoring his state he picked up the grim’s satchel but paused and turned around, smelling her before he saw her. 

“I thought you left.” her voice was sleepy and tired. Vertebrae stood in the corridor in her sleeping attire, a baggy sweater form The Shade took around her. She seemed exhausted and in her arms a jar filled with dust. 

Her scent was thick in the air but Reaper fought against it. He turned the satchel over and shook out the contents, the souls collected falling out and floating away to replant themselves around the castle. The seed like wisps flew past Vertebrae but she paid them no mind. 

“I thought you didn’t kill people anymore.” she mumbled as she rubbed her eye. Shrugging a shoulder to the grim rotting away on the floor. 

“...have Shade clean that mess up later,” the jester did not wait for an explanation, knowing one was likely not to come and too tired to deal with it for now. She started to leave, most certainly heading toward the lower levels of the castle where the rest of the jars of dust from her experiments dwelled. 

Reaper abruptly stepped in front of her, a hand raised telling her to pause. She looked up at him quizzically as he gestured for the item she carried. 

“I will place. You rest.” 

Vertebrae stared at him for a long hard moment. Her pale hands clinging to the glass tightly. Unwilling to part with it. 

“I can do it.” her words are more reassurance to herself than trying to convince him. As she attempted to walk past him again, Reaper again moved to stop her causing her to bump up against him. 

She staggered back, his scent finally hitting her behind the blood soaking him. He wore a familiar scent she was used to smelling on the various creatures she encountered. Arousal reeked off him, she couldn’t recall ever smelling that on him, let alone knowing it was possible. He was a grim reaper after all, they aren’t known for procreation. 

As she was thinking this she didn’t realize she was leaning against him. Reaper tensing up, clearly incredibly uncomfortable not that the jester had any realization. Her own heat caused her no feelings of lust but more so desire for closeness and right now she wanted to simply lean against Reaper and continue to drink in his scent. 

But he would not have that, carefully he pried the jar out of her hands and nudged her away. The cold grasp of the night enveloping her as she was removed from his side. Still drunk off Reaper’s scent she blinked tiredly up at him confused but not in any state of mind to truly question anything.  

“Go. Rest. They will be cared for.” The Shade slowly guided Vertebrae away back to her room. Slowly she accepted the encouragement, walking back to her room but stopping every few steps as she almost fell asleep standing. Realizing this the Night collected its master, hoisting her up in its darkness as it carried her exhausted form to her nest. 

Reaper held the jar carefully, watching as the small demon was carried off before turning himself to find a spot amongst the rest of the containers to set the newest addition. While he had hoped to avoid her during his brief return to deal with the intruding grim it seemed it was not to be. 

Sighing he learned against the shelf he had set the jar on. Resting and recollecting himself as he fought every urge in him to chase down Vertebrae. Shaking himself from his thoughts he sensed The Night shift around him. 

“Alert me should another come.”

The Night was silent as it watched the lord take his leave again before heading to tend to the mess Reaper had made for it to tidy up.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Sister in town: yey! We can hangout! Yipee!

My crippling anxiety and stupidly low social battery: whomp whomp now you're gonna be grumpy and have a headache 👍

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I dunno how long ago it was I was talking about it or if I ever did, but I was just thinking about the way some of the animatronics have unique ways of recharging separate to a recharge station.

Like I've had DJ and Roxy using special lamps for recharging for a while with recharge stations being a big risk to the systems, and this has developed a bit since then. Mostly just the reasoning behind why Roxy has it, and it's being given to a few other animatronics in Plex History stuff too. Then there's Chica with a biofuel stomach that converts all food consumed into a power source, and can be used with a recharge station (thanks @/phroggslayer!!) which is neat, even if I keep forgetting about it. Those were the only unique ones I had (I had something for the Minis but I don't remember it) but I've just had a thought.

Now, I don't have the game so I can't just wander around and have a look, but there's water in Gator Golf, right? What if the water has a current and Monty can charge via a fucking water wheel in his chest? Like a stomach hatch where it pops open while he's floating on his stomach like the gator he is and this wheel drops down so the current can turn it and generate power? Seems really inefficient ngl so maybe multiple wheels or something? I dunno I think that would be kinda cool but also kinda goofy???

An alternative could be that the water is electrified and whenever he goes in it, his body absorbs the power through the water. I feel like that would give him the side effect of slowly power draining some animatronics if he hugs them or something though which honestly could still be pretty fun?

Like, he can lie under the restoring lights with Roxy and DJ and cuddle with them (I'm thinking platonically but it doesn't really matter) to charge himself through them. They get to take an extra long nap because he's draining their power while they're getting it from the lights and they like their naps so they like this arrangement actually.

And then you could have Monty hugging Chica to drain from her while she eats, biofuel speed at maximum and they're testing whether or not Chica can eat faster than he can charge. That could be pretty funny. Some fun emotional stuff to look at too with him being unable to touch his friends without draining their energy, but if it's slow enough then it's probably not too big a deal. Even less of a big deal if he can turn it on and off at will.

The waterwheel thing is just so funny to me though??? It's like those cartoons where the robot opens their chest and there's a little hamster running on a wheel in there to power them lmao

But if he can drain power from electronics then he can grab your phone and drain it dry within a few seconds out of spite and I think he deserves that actually. Of course I'd let him be able to use the recharge station as well, but why would he choose to use that over floating around the Gator Golf water features?

[mydictionary-yume]

The baby fever's back and I'm so close to dumping Hana(my fankid) on you. Just you wait.

[blaecdog]

i was searching for a fc for madam but instead found one for another possible guest muse. i was thinking of naming her camelia and she could be a waitress at the chalice

[quarklynx]

Read a book today, would not recommend. I have fallen to the "just one more chapter" curse. It is now 5 am.

[loamsome]

Just going to one of those days I guess

[doubletroubletag]

New update for Tag In/Tag Out: Double Trouble!

I had to remake the blog because linking to Comicfury got the old one shadow banned.(Best read on Comicfury, check pinned post)

I'm back to updating for April, at least!

transcript under the readmore:

[Comic ID:

[Page 1] Loop swings their legs, hugging their arms to shiver. Loop: [Hurry, it's cold!] They look towards Siffrin, pouting. They're too busy scrubbing to notice.

[Page 2] Loop stares in shock, making a realization. They look forward, hugging their arms in a less comical manner. Loop, gently: [These are the only clothes I have.]

[Page 3] Siffrin is frustrated. Siffrin: (Then you should take better care of what you have.) Loop looks at Siffrin in disbelief. Loop: [Actually, never mind! We're the same person, so what's yours is mine too!]

[Page 4] Siffrin grimaces. They shrug: (I guess??? Fine?) Loop smiles: [See, I knew you'd say that. Because I would have too.]

[Page 5] Siffrin and Loop are drawn chibi like, Loop is giddy. Loop, singing: [Which is why I must call dibs on our blanket~] Siffrin, offended: You can't do that?!

[Page 6] Loop gushes: [Then you should have called dibs first.] Siffrin leans forward, frowning: (That's stupid.) Loop: [I also call dibson our pajamas. They're mine now.] Siffrin stares in disbelief. They tug at their shirt: (But I'm wearing the pajamas?)

[Page 7] Loop smiles. Siffrin has a mild frown. Loop's smile scrunches up. Siffrin sweats: Loop? Loop tackles Siffrin, jumping over him. Siffrin: LOOP?! Loop: Mine now! Siffrin stops Loop from pulling up his shirt. Siffrin: Hey, now! I'm wearing it, right now! Loop, casual: But I called dibs~!

[Page 8] Loop begins to tickle at Siffrin's ribs, he laughs with tears in his eyes. Siffrin: Loop! Tickle?! NYA?!

Siffrin kicks his legs while Loop leans over the tree trunk to continue. Siffrin:WhAT ARE YOU DOING?! Stop! Loop: Gimmie! (x3) The two freeze up, noticing something off-screen.

[Page 10] The two are horrified. It's a tired Odile, standing disheveled and unsure. She runs a hand over her forehead: I'm too eepy for this shit. She turns away and leaves. Siffrin and Loop watch, still frozen in place.

[Page 11] Siffrin smiles through their nerves. Siffrin: (Do you think she saw us?) Loop turns away, grimacing: I would think so~! Loop: She's going to tell everyone and I'll never have a chance to eat breakfast again! Siffrin: (Calm down. I'm going to try to talk it out.)

[Page 12] Siffrin chases after Odile: (Odile! Hey! Wait!) She enters her tent, Siffrin follows. They pause. Odile is lying in bed, already asleep.

id end.]

[sttoru]

toji taking care of newborn megumi while reader sleeps?

⟣ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff. gumi isnt rlly a newborn but we ball. use of curse words teehee

“tch—i’m really regretting buyin’ this thing.” toji was running out of patience as he reads the instructions on the piece of paper in his hands. it was all so vague; he’s questioning himself for even trying to figure this stuff out in the first place.

the small coos and babbles coming from megumi sound throughout the living room, the baby sitting in the pillow fort that his dad made him. the correct name would actually be ‘pillow jail’, since the fort wasn’t built for megumi’s entertainment—it was mainly to keep the little boy confined so toji could peacefully work on setting up the playhouse.

your husband was so intensly focused on putting the playhouse together to the point that he didn’t even notice the little thief escaping his self-made jail.

megumi was crawling on his hands and knees, his palms making soft ‘pat’ sounds as they came in contact with the cold floor, pouty lips forming a smile as he crawled his way over to his dad. toji had his back facing megumi, giving the kid a good opportunity to sneak up on him.

“fuck.” toji curses idly as his hand slipped and his finger bumped against his own face. not thinking much about that slip-up, the man continues to put the parts together, until he feels something tugging at his shirt from behind.

toji glances down and spots his son trying to climb up on his back—the journey up to toji’s broad shoulders was like climbing a mountain for such a little thing.

“phack!” the cute voice from below repeats what it has heard with confidence. megumi used all of his strength to reach up to his dad’s shoulders, repeating the used swear word proudly, a series of ‘phack! phack! phack!’ echoing louder in toji’s ears with each movement upwards.

the kid eventually reaches his destination, head placed right next to toji’s, chubby arms circling around his dad’s neck—basically hanging on for dear life.

toji wasn’t even concerned about megumi repeating that bad word over and over. how his son had managed to break free from his confinement was of more importance. his green eyes land on the destroyed pillow fort behind his back and your husband couldn’t help but chuckle. almost proudly.

“i see y’re already outsmarting your dad, kiddo.” toji grins, one hand coming up to stabilise megumi on his back. the baby looks over his father’s shoulder, seemingly inspecting what he was building. toji sighs as his free hand holds onto the piece of paper that included the instructions; “maybe ya could’ve even helped me build this shitty thing if ya knew how to read.”

“sjiddy!”

it was as if megumi was purposely only picking out the curse words. toji chuckles at this and—unlike any other parent—encourages his child to continue for his own entertainment.

“mhm—tha’s right. repeat after me, son.” the dark-haired man nods with a smug grin and points at the half-built playhouse, making sure megumi knew what he was talking about, “that thing is shitty.”

“sjiddy! sjiddy!” the kid repeats loudly and giggles as his father ruffles his hair afterwards in a ‘job-well-done’ manner.

“good boy.” toji laughs softly, moving megumi over to his lap so it’d be more comfortable for the both of them, “y’r momma is gonna kill me if she hears you say such things, though.”

megumi tilts his head up until it rested against toji’s torso, big eyes glancing at the face hovering on top of his; “mama? mama ‘eepy.”

“no, mama isn’t.”

toji freezes in place, megumi gasps in delight. you had awoken from your nap and decided to check in on your husband and son whom you had left alone for a few hours.

and, apparently, you couldn’t leave toji and megumi alone without it ending in your kid picking up on his dad’s bad habits.

you put your hands on your hips and glared at toji. he knew what time it was and he was not about to sit through another lecture. the last time you gave him an earful, he had to sit and listen to you scold him for almost an hour.

“shit.. gotta run.” toji immediately grabs tightly onto megumi, gets up and prepares to flee—not even realising that he cursed. again.

“sjit!” megumi giggles happily, the boy just having fun as his dad runs around with him, unaware of the reason nor of the meaning behind the words he was repeating.

“mama shit!” toji’s eyes widened as he heard megumi combine the two words; mama—megumi’s favourite word—and shit, the bad word your son had just learnt.

your husband knew that that would only increase your fury more and thus shushes his kid while running around the house—your quick footsteps just meters behind them;

“crap. shut it, megumi.”

“crap! dada crap!”

“…”

guess he had it coming.