#so normal

[infinitemilk]

“KAGEHINA IS LITERALLY CANON” i scream and everyone stand up and started to applause cuz I am super lucid, normal and right

[jadecantcreate]

luna. luna. look at me right now. look at me. do you see the tears in my eyes. do you hear the pleas of my soul. that’s your doing. are you proud of yourself?

because holy hell you should be!! this fic is so sickly sweet im actually so ill i love your writing so very much

Rest now, my dear (Rest your weary head on my chest)—A short Shepnax fic

[Cos finale spoilers]

You should not be doing this. The cruel voice that sounded eerily like is Elders chastised. You are destined to die. You should not let yourself have this.

Why not? Why couldn’t he let himself have this, if he was going to lose it in a matter of days anyway? Why not let himself enjoy this while it lasts?

Sarnax usually was a light sleeper. He usually slept late in the night and rose with the sun—if not sooner. Shepherd did too, most nights. On the nights he slept, anyway. Today in particular took a lot out of the poor tiefling, to the point where he was out like a light the moment his head had hit the pillow. Sarnax, like usual, had stayed up an additional hour or so, praying to Gherix.

It was such a simple question. “I-I can’t sleep. N-not alone, anyway. Is it alright if we share a bed tonight?” Sarnax almost wanted to deny him. To send him right back to bed with a simple Calm Emotions spell, all alone.

Almost.

That led him to now, in Shepherd’s bed, struggling to sleep as he listened to the rhythmic snoring of his companion, their tails entwined with their arms around each other. They were clothed, though Shepherd wore very little—just a sweat-stained tank top that Sarnax was certain was his usual undershirt, and what Sarnax assumed to be his undershorts. Not that Sarnax could say anything, since he himself was wearing his underclothes (mostly to keep Shepherd comfortable).

Shepherd was so warm. And he smelled so nice.

Gherix truly must be cruel, to send Shepherd into his life, and force himself to let him go.

You must not think like that. Thoughts like that are blasphemous.

Right. His apologies.

Sarnax inhaled deeply, before sighing through his nose. No, he really should not let himself have this. Must not embrace his warmth. Must not surround himself in the natural musk mixed with bourbon and dust from the crypt.

Sarnax started to move, to wiggle his way out of Shepherd’s grasp, but all that did was stop the snoring.

Shit.

“Mm—Sarnax…?” Shepherd mumbled sleepily, one onyx eye peering open. “‘s it mornin’ already?”

“No, Shepherd, go back to sleep.” Sarnax whispered, petting Shepherd’s hair in an attempt to soothe him. It was long and greasy, and he couldn’t help but stare as it curled around his claw.

“Then where’re ya goin’?” Shepherd mumbled, closing his eyes and humming. “That feels nice…”

Sarnax smiled softly. “I am returning to my own bed.”

Shepherd’s eyes opened as he sat up, suddenly looking awake. “What? Why? Is my bed too uncomfortable for you? Is it…is it me?”

Oh, Gherix, the way Sarnax’s heart broke in twain in the way Shepherd sounded so small—so broken—with that last question.

You will do that to him. Such a cruel monster, indeed.

“It is nothing of the sort.” Sarnax eased. “I just…cannot let myself have something that I will lose in a mere matter of days.”

Shepherd’s brow furrowed. “The fuck’re ya talkin’ ‘bout, Sarnax? I ain’t gonna leave ya behind once we get outta here. Hells, you can…ya can come with me to Yona, if ya want.”

And my, wasn’t that a beautiful dream? To stay by his side in Yona, until their fires snuff out on their own? To wake beside him, to learn where he came from, to live in a home that is undeniably Shepherd.

“…Tell me about Yona.” Sarnax said softly, laying back down, with Shepherd following suit.

“Will it get ya to stay in bed with me?” Shepherd asked, a small smile on his lips.

“If you can calm my racing mind, and allow me to rest.” Sarnax replied.

Shepherd rolled his eyes, through the smile remained. “Fuckin’ poet.”

And so, Shepherd did. He described his childhood home in great detail, and their journey to Stryga in even greater detail. Soon enough, he started recounting stories of his childhood, fondness lacing his tone. All the while, Sarnax found his eyes closing, and soon enough, he drifted off to sleep, Shepherd not too far behind.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Something something Scar swore he would do whatever it took to protect Jimmy and make sure he survived to the end and the second Scar died (to completely external reasons, no one killed him, it only took a second of distraction) Grian immediately went for Jimmy. Something something the only thing that gave Grian pause about his plan was that he would kill Scar in the crossfire, Scar was genuinely the only thing standing between his teammates and their future killer. Something something Jimmy and Lizzie only died because Scar went first and Grian knew they would both run home to be together and mourn.

Something something Scar swore he would protect Jimmy until the end and he did.

[cup-o-stars]

The Scoliosis Brothers.

I have like two longer comics that will get done who knows when, but they aren't half as funny tbh. Corazon being unreasonably sensitive and petty about Doflamingo is my bread and butter I think.

[ohwormwood]

i may have created something too powerful to be contained

aka siffrin with a wolfcut

[jollymalt]

so... ekko's hair accessory huh?

[chaikachi]

"If there was anything I wish I could borrow from you Ruby, it would be your certainty..."

[tac-bat]

their bathroom dialouge,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ough,,,,,,,,,,,,

[1spooky2me]

I wrote a thing based on the scrunchie comic, I typed this up on my phone I hope it fits in an ask omg:

“I need him…”

“…?” Bill turned slowly, and Ford realized with horror the words had slipped from his mind out of his mouth.

“Who said that,” the men chorus in unison. Ford blinks, fire and sweat on his face, as Bill sports a shit eating grin.

“Oh, well *hello,* Sixer,” the once(?) demon drawls, and Ford quickly tears his gaze from Bill’s neck. “You *like* this?” Raising a greyish hand to the nape of his own neck, Bill’s grin increases appraisingly as Ford flushed further, blush darkening his ears. Cute!

“I-“

“-Don’t bother lying, you’re terrible at it.” Cutting off Ford’s defiant tone, Bill slinks closer to the slightly slumping man, who stiffens at his approach.

Now in the same small block of space, Bill stares unafraid up into Ford’s narrowed eyes. They shine like constellations, teeming with mysteries Bill wished he still had the power to pluck from his mind. …However, knew he had a power over the man, yet. Time for testing; reaching for one of those large six fingered hands, Bill grasps and pulls it, allowing Ford access to the bared back of his neck. Much to Bill’s delight, Ford’s breath hitches.

“…Really?” Ford won’t meet Bill’s eyes at the question, but he’s not moving his hand away, either. “Sixer~ look at me.” This has the opposite to desired effect, as Ford’s gaze stays stubbornly fixed on the wall. “Ford.” Finally, the man’s surprised eyes widen and he leans down just close enough-

-For Bill to grab his face and kiss him. Ford freezes for but a moment before -yes!- kissing Bill back. Kissing as a human was *different,* and Ford was a better kisser than he knew. Not that Bill would tell him. He’d just enjoy their little secret, as alway- Bill’s blurring thoughts are interrupted by a quiet gasp. He opens his eye to see a blur of Mabel- as Ford breaks their kiss, grabs Bill by the collar, and yanks him into the next room, slamming the door.

“…Oops?” Bill offers, wincing at the pressure of his shirt near his Adam’s apple -human bodies were inconvenient, after all - and Ford drops him, expression pained.

“You can’t- don’t kiss me in front of- *other people,* he whisper-screeches, face red as his sweater, and Bill’s smile drops entirely.

“Right.”

“…Bill?”

It makes sense. It makes Ford would be ashamed of him- of them. Bill isn’t expecting the hand on his shoulder, turning him briskly back around as he tries to walk away. He wasn’t expecting the look on Sixer’s face. He wasn’t expecting another quick, but passionate, kiss.

“It’s not that,” Ford sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as Bill’s shoulder’s tense.

“*You* didn’t gain mind reading powers, did you?!” The shrill question is met with a low chuckle.

“Of course not. You’re more expressive, now.” Bill vehemently utters a word that would not have gone past Disney’s sensors, and Ford’s lips tilt up at the corners, before he frowns seriously.

“Bill…it hasn’t been shame. Not for…awhile, now.” Bill’s eye widens comically, and Ford smiles, running his fingers over the exposed nape of Bill’s neck, enjoying the shorter man’s shiver. Then he sighs. “Just…don’t kiss me in front of Mabel. Or Dipper.” Bill’s smile returns, as he extends a hand.

“…It’s a deal.”

GIGGLING, TWIRLING MY HAIR, KICKING MY FEET. AHHHHHHHH💖💖💖

[thepunintended]

EXCUSE ME?

Wolverinepool, one of the variants that didn't make the cut, by David Masson

[greendraws]

and no matter what anyone thinks about it, he never gets to hurt anybody ever again!!!!!!

[toasttestified]

Crashing into my world like a comet.

…

[remitro]

kicks rock. Yeah

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Dr. Anton Phibes --

The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971) dir. Robert Fuest