#sometimes w honey!

[velvetwyrme]

Could we get something about what the grub/beetles eat? 💕

the cybeetles mostly eat fruit and veg, and beetle jelly!

... also metal shavings :^)

IRL beetles tend to have more specific food sources depending on species, but i imagine that cybugs have a little more variation/leeway in that respect. different species would still have differing tastes and so do individuals.

for example: Prowl would like fruits like blackberries and raspberries, which is... mostly because i wanted to have a visual comparison to pressed energon/black coffee 😂

metal shavings is self explanatory, cybugs are still... well, made of metal! i like to think that some types of metal are sold in little rods that are easy to chew on! (don't let a hungry cybug near your stationery drawer, or else you might find all your paperclips and staples have mysteriously disappeared...)

[jellyaibo]

some "vaguely loser-eque" emoji kitchen fusions just for funsies

inspired off of @smile-files fun prof layton/kirby emoji kitchen fusions ahaha i just wanted to see what i could do w these

[iwaasfairy]

Hiii fairy! I'm curious.. out of the hq and jjk fics you've written so far, which characters were the most difficult to write and what makes them hard to write about ?

GOOODDDD ok ok Uhm I definitely have some,,,

I used to be scared of writing toji but after I did now I do get the urge to write him again, nanami reALLYYYY gave me a hard time too

for hq!! I remember Sakusa really being hard to write for me, Ushi too a little though I could get into it when I tried,, uhmmm akaashi a little too

I think it’s quiet and mostly stoic characters that give me the hardest time, just because they’re sort of ,,, really the antithesis of how I write. I like to describe expressions and tone and mood and I like to do dialogue with a lot of subtext and really stoic people just make that soooo much harder! that’s the running theory I have on why writing some people feels like rubbing sandpaper over my eyeballs oNDNFJKF

this was a really fun question to think about heHhehejhe thank you bby many good and also intense memories

[bbq-potato-chip]

can some one please save orihime from tybw arc

[jils-things]

SAM IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I COULD CRY

[milimeters-morales]

I think that in the first few weeks of his spider-friends knowing Ganke, if they had made any sort of joke about him like they do between themselves, Miles would set off their spider-senses for a split second before he remembered it's just a lighthearted jab that they all do

[thueenz]

merry christmas everyone i hope your day is good and if youre spending it alone i hope you find joy in every little thing you can and that your day is at least peaceful 💞

[dandyshucks]

been working on the Ky (old OC) redesign :o]

he's got a pretend human form and a truer fae form - the more human he looks, the more work it takes to keep up those glamours (illusion magic), so he prefers to let some of the fae features show through while still maintaining a human-ish form (he thinks humans are fun and silly). I need to decide what Court he belongs to and then I can figure out what his True™ fae form looks like... 🤔

also i found old s.elfship art w him (first design of him) from when i was 16.... WILD LOL

idk who the cat is supposed to be bc that ain't him fjdkdl but that fox is my old fursona from when I made little life comics for a couple yrs

[stabyou]

anyone else's moods fluctuate such an insane amount that you basically shape shift into different people with different ideals and worldviews + personalities or do i have some other shit going on

[snekdood]

the cringe nihilistic "personal impact means nothing so why even try" vs the chad "or i could be one of the only people in my apartment complex that grows native plants and lets native animals live in them in what is otherwise a desolate hellscape of grass"

[uhzuku]

ik im sexy n all but pls curb the obsession bestie it’s been like 6 months 😭😭

[goatmilksoda]

Some people will see you eat something moderately resembling something healthy and go "omg why are you dieting?? You're so thin!!!"

[imaginarianisms]

our& v.al is sami coded. btw

[yandere-romanticaa]

Seen the request, so I shall deliver. Could you pls write a drabble or hcs of a yandere sunday with an isekaied reader?

Good timing because I'm actually planning a non yan isekai fic for him, I wonder if you saw that post. Here it is in case you haven't.

Sincerest apologies if this isn't the best, this fic is 100% emotionally charged by my obsession with him and frankly with a little bit of a high for passing a tricky exam. This is a treat for myself.

EDIT: Please check out this wonderful comic that @danijaci made me based off this fic!! 😭🫶

Picking up the cup from the fine oak table, you gazed towards the eerie galaxy before you, hundreds upon thousands of stars giving you a constant reminder of just how far from home you truly were. Taking a sip from the little porcelain cup you could not help but to hum in delight, the soft notes of the tea soothing your nerves ever so lightly as you pretended to ignore the heavy gaze which lingered at the back of your head.

Even from this distance, it was easy to tell that Sunday was eager to approach you. Still, he kept his distance and made a silent offering in the form of the very tea you drank at the moment.

Anything is better than Himeko's coffee but you were never going privy her to that.

In a not so distant past, all of this was nothing but fiction. The Express, the story, the characters - it was all nothing more but fiction, something to pass the time as your days went on and on, the same monotony repeating each and every day.

It was hard to not think about your friends and family, what sane person would not? Lord knows how they must be feeling right now, worried sick out of their minds with indescribable sorrow. In their eyes you had merely vanished, not a single trace to be found. For all they knew you could have been left for dead in a ditch somewhere, beaten, bloodied and broken, never to see the light again or if they were even more inclined to be morbid, you had succumbed to a fate worse than death. Death at the very least grants you finality, that all is over regardless of what happened moments prior.

But that was simply not the case for you.

Here you were, lounging about in a comfortable chair as you pondered on your old life while enjoying tiny little luxuries, far away where none of your loved ones could reach you. However, life was funny sometimes because it had some fun games in store.

Sunday was very kind upon arrival. He made sure to always be there for you, always checking up on you, always there to keep you company. You were already smitten with him but now to actually witness him in the flesh was just... Indescribable. You got along like a house on fire, so much so that the crew liked to tease that you ought to just get a room. Sunday, ever the gentleman, would just brush their words aside and assure you to not take their playful little jabs to heart.

You wouldn't say anything, resorting to merely giving him a smile but not because of what he said but rather of what he did not - never once did he actually shut down those perverse accusations. Never, not even once did he deny them.

He became an emotional crutch, someone to whom you would come running to when things got tough and he would always welcome you with open arms. Sunday would hold you tenderly, his serene voice dripping with honey along with a tender drop of ecstasy, for his excitement with holding you would just show itself sometimes. His grip would be too tight at certain moments, never quite ready to let you leave. His hugs were warm and comforting, he always smelled so good too. He smelled like kindness and sweet wildflowers, always lulling you back to him no matter the time. In dark corners and perhaps even under the watchful eyes of the crew, Sunday would wrap his scarf around your head, securing the soft fabric in order to provide you with a sense of comfort.

It was humiliating just how much you would try to inhale his scent as much as possible. You wanted it etched deep inside your memory, you wished for it to linger on your very soul and for it to follow you everywhere you went, sticking to your being like tar. The fabric of the scarf would muffle your ears a little but someone was always chatting in the background. Be it March bickering with Dan Heng, Mr Yang scolding someone for doing something they were not supposed to, or just Conductor Pom Pom trying to give a speech, all of it was irrelevant.

You were ready to kill whoever would try to pry you away from sweet Sunday. That thought came often which had left you worried - just what kind of person had you become? Regardless, you kept your mouth shut and had no plans of sharing such violent sentiments with anyone, particularly not to the one you held so dear.

When it was time to part for the evening you would bid the crew farewell and wished them a good night. You always made sure to take a few extra seconds with Sunday, just to ease your aching soul. He would tell you to sleep well and would see you in the morning, ready to take on any endeavor that crossed your paths.

As everyone parted ways, Sunday would wander off somewhere dark and distant, somewhere no one could see nor hear him. He would fall to his knees and clutch his chest in agony, fat tears streaming down his face as he did everything he possibly could to steady his raging heart. In a rush he would reach for the scarf which clung around his neck, his grip tighter than iron as he would bring it close to his nose. Taking a large, deep breath, Sunday was greeted by your familiar scent which would promptly calm his poor heart.

He sometimes wondered if his heart would start bleeding from the pain due to the sheer intensity of his emotions.

This was wrong, everything about this was not right and it hurt. Sunday was obviously ill but he had no clue on how to fight this... This emotion, this white hot feeling of need whenever you stood by his side. He started to choke on the air around him and fell into an abrupt coughing fit but even then, he could bring himself to remove the scarf from the lower part of his face.

Sunday wept and sobbed, filthy snot coming out from his nose but he could not handle that now. He needed you, Oh Heavenly Aeons, how he needed you. However was he going to tell you how he felt? How, oh how was he going to express the sheer magnitude of his true thoughts? He would scare you off, he was sure of it.

Even with this pain, even with these clipped wings and bleeding heart, Sunday had never felt so alive, so harrowingly present in the moment whenever he was with you.

Perhaps, he was doing himself a kindness by just letting you be. Drink your tea, be at peace.

He can always just make you another cup if you so desired.

Without knowing, you both haunted each other in the most agonizing way known to mankind and neither was strong enough to face the reality of the situation.

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

All things considered we're doin pretty ok, money things are in order, we're goin to therapy, we've got the workshop two times a week, we're actually workin on gettin better

So why do I feel like we shoulda just let him lock us up so I'd have no chance to fuck everything up

[florenmaiden]

im kinda tired of 0ffgun as a couple and its hard to put my finger on why...