#so. shrug

[karinmisono]

thats literally what he said. okay.

[creaturefeaster]

a couple more

[the-chattering-tower]

I promise I WIll put the accent in the shop tomorrow but until then please look at Newest Baby, hatched and touched up today, grandkiddo of my beloved's progens, future wearer of my brand new wool accent ("fiber fun")

I'm love them

Their name is Cighaya after the cigája sheep breed. I'll figure out lore for them tomorrow when I feel awake again

[spitblaze]

on the other side of me feeling like an idiot i remembered enough japanese to fully skip two whole units in duolingo :^)

[creation-help]

As a Finn, I think the act of someone non finnish naming their oc something in finnish is very cool. Especially if it's just some random word.

I just got to thinking about this bc I often see non English speakers make fun of people who name ocs something in their language and while their takes are perfectly valid I feel like many Finns could agree with me, they'd find it funny and neat to see non Finns give finnish names to their characters. Well, at least I would find it fun, guess I can't speak for the rest of us.

Obviously maybe be careful if it's anything related to finnish mythology bc I know a good portion of it has been colonized from Karelia, and that's not really the end of Finlands colonization over them. However when it comes to most other stuff I personally think it'd be dope to see more random occasions of finnish in non-fin creators. This is why I actually made a post some time ago, listing finnish names for non-fins to use, so.

Have fun!

[cha1cedony]

Ch 8 of Silver Linings is up on AO3 now! As I've surely said a billion times before on here, I've been looking forward to this chapter for a VERY long time. Sorry again about the long wait on this one. I hope you all enjoy! ^_^ I am excited for your reactions...

PS: Now that I've (FINALLY) finished this chapter, I'm going to try to work on some Halloween Week oneshots :) <3 But tonight... Tonight I am going to sleep. I am sooo tired lololol

[aphantimes]

:(((( i have :((((( headache :(((((

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why did William get FNAF springlocked? Is he stupid?

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

IM IN LAST PLACE. INCONSOLABLE

your transfem friend recommended a clinic to get your bottom surgery done at. she says its cheap, not gatekeepery, and the results are good, even if the doctors a little skeevy. youre at the address she gave you and are wondering how exactly your murder will go down. the door is on a third floor landing accessible only from a fire escape out of a back alley in the worst part of town youve ever seen. you knock three times and the door is answered by a ratty-looking woman with a severe slouch smoking something that doesnt smell like nicotine and doesnt smell like marijuana. her wavy blonde hair is unkempt. shes wearing an oversized grey hoodie that hasnt been washed in some time. you can identify blood on the left sleeve and vomit across much of her side, as well as other, more mysterious stains. you cant tell if shes wearing anything underneath the hoodie. the inside of the apartment - because it is, very clearly, her apartment - has a smell that you cant place but, if pressed, would probably call sweat, though you know that description is lacking something.

dr davis, you ask. she smiles wide, and her teeth are shockingly good for the state the rest of her is in. just call me riley, she says. never did get a degree.

she ushers you inside and sits you down on a sofa almost as stained as her hoodie. can i get you a drink she asks. a drink, you repeat, dazed. she says yeah. she says she has diet coke, beer, vodka, and coffee. says she used to keep tea around for a friend of a friend but she hasnt come by in a few years and the leaves are probably losing flavor by now. you say just waters fine. she shrugs and says your funeral. she comes back from the kitchen and sweeps some stuff off the coffee table. you see a stray scalpel, a roll of gauze bandages, a soda cup from taco bell, and various crumpled papers amongst the rubbish that she knocks aside before setting down your glass of water. she has a beer in her own hand and pops the cap off with her teeth, though the motion isnt quite how youre used to seeing people do it. she takes a big gulp before she keeps talking.

so what do you want your pussy to look like, she asks. you splutter a bit. she says you are the one who needed their bits redone right. you flush and say yeah thats me. she nods and says right so what do you want. you struggle to give a good answer and she starts asking questions. depth? width? color? clit size? you give your answers falteringly. she starts asking about labia. oh, you dont want dentata, do you, she says. that costs extra. you say you dont know what that means. she says dont worry about it. hey do you wanna get pregnant? you splutter again. not now she clarifies. well i can get you pregnant now too if you want that. doesnt even have to be human i think i have some horse sperm around here if you want. i just meant like ever in the future. you say you dont know. she says okay shell leave it out for now but come back if you ever want her to put the womb in. youre too stunned to reply.

she says oh do you want to keep your dick, i can do that. you say you thought they needed the tissue from the penis in order to make the vaginal lining. she laughs and takes another gulp from her beer. she says so is that a no. you say you guess you hadnt thought about it. she says she can reschedule if you need to think, no rush. you say no i guess i dont want it anymore. she nods and says come back if you change your mind.

she says ok, i think i can start operating now if youre ready. you say okay and she tells you to lie on your back and strip naked. you follow her instructions. youre still not sure if youre going to die today or not. she pulls on a big pair of rubber gloves. not latex medical gloves, they're yellow dishwashing gloves. she grabs a small jar of what looks like petroleum jelly off a shelf nearby. you cant help but notice that theres also lube, condoms, saran wrap, and a bottle of honey on the same shelf. you dont ask. she starts vigorously rubbing the jelly into your skin from the belly button down. everywhere it touches you instantly go numb. she keeps talking while she works. a lot of it is her telling stories about "her amy." you cant tell if amy is a sister, wife, or pet. she might be all three.

she reaches up to grab an empty syringe off the top shelf. when she stretches you notice shes naked under the hoodie. you look away bashfully. she doesnt seem to notice.

she fills the syringe with liquid from a bucket in the closet. the liquid is neon green. she injects it into your inner upper thigh. you are now certain you're going to die today, but you cannot make a break for it with your legs numbed, so you wait.

she says okay this is the part where a lot of people get squeamish so look away if you think you might get sick. she pulls out a set of knives. some of them look like dentistry tools, some of them are medical scalpels, and some of them are kitchen knives. you look away. she starts humming to herself while she works. the tune is pop goes the weasel.

hey, she calls out to you from between your legs, how many nerves do you want in your clit? you say uh i dont know, whats a normal amount. she says about ten thousand give or take two thousand in either direction. you say ten thousand sounds fine. she doesnt respond, just goes back to humming. its a different tune. shes humming old macdonald now.

she gets up a couple times to grab new drinks. you say should you be drinking during an operation? she says dont worry i know what im doing. besides i never took the hippocratic oath. she laughs at that, the sound somewhere between a giggle and a cackle. you don't think its that funny. she resumes her work.

this time shes humming the alphabet song. you ask how old are you anyway? she says somewhere between 12 and 47. then she laughs again. you decide to stop asking questions.

four beers, two diet cokes, three unidentifiable cigarettes, and five hours later, she stands up and announces shes done. she wipes her brow without taking the glove off, smearing unidentifiable bodily fluids across her forehead. she jabs another syringe into your other thigh and the feeling returns to your lower body. you're a little sore but other than that you feel great. she wheels over a full length mirror and tells you to take a look. its perfect. youre everything youve ever dreamed you would be. you cant describe how euphoric it feels to see a vagina, your vagina, between your legs. you thank her tearfully. she smiles awkwardly. of course, shes saying.

how much do i owe you you ask. she shrugs. iunno, a hundred bucks? im not in it for the money. you pay her the hundred bucks and leave quickly. you barely remember to get dressed again before heading out. you have never seen Riley again.

[centaurself]

jesus christ i need to touch grass

[the-meme-monarch]

was thinking abt how anya sleeps by the polle statue. which is motion activated to start talking.

+ i like drawing polle as a Character

[wanderingmausoleum]

my current pfp is official art from rogue trader (link) and i like being able to use whatever i want as my pfp on this account because it’s meant to be a casual blog where i just post whatever i want, but whenever i post my art on here i feel like i’m misrepresenting myself by having someone else’s art as my pfp…it’s a dilemma

[z4g-3us]

i think ppl will enjoy these so im sharing the experience of studying a tbh creature in the wild.... fascinating creatur.......

[cornfields-td-nonsense]

he's wearing zombie facepaint so they won't attack him, thinking he's one of them. the elbow pads are for protection, and the ice nine kills t-shirt is because I think he'd be an i9k fan. and thanks!

screencap edits: banana edition

[bandori-colorpicked]

part of me wants to promo my ao3 on here but also i haven’t posted anything in months

[cherubytes]