#tag ur ocs idk

[skysyzygy]

what if I want to protect someone’s honor in lazer tag, platonically

[tartppola]

silver♀ dump + fairy gala sil/prefect sillies..........

[rogdona]

[visionsynth]

btw. drops this here because life is getting very uh rough

[a-lonely-dunedain]

this is so sad her head is a metal potato...........

[cheriecoke]

x reader haters are so silly like. maybe YOU can’t write a good story with a good plot and good characterization in second person pov, but i can <3

[lilybug-02]

Artfight against @ejsuperstar ft. The Mad King and Chip. They're both so evil. I hope they have the most extravagant downfall of any onscreen villain.

This interaction is based on a little fic writing >:)

[scarameownya]

kitties...

[bigfootsmom]

My commissions are open!! Im trying to cover the cost of some unexpected medical bills so I’ve got some slots open for headshots and full drawings!

all the info and pricing can be found in the link below along with the request form. payment will be in USD and be through PayPal invoice (you don’t need a PayPal account!)

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[bluejay-makes]

Aftercare

[p3rry-pi3]

Wooah I made a fan kid wow

Meet Xaria

I don’t usually like making fan kids but this started as a “what if” and my brain doing what it does started connecting dots and it went from “what shape has 6 sides but 3 of something else?” To “I wonder what she’d look like when Ford got pushed into the portal”.

Anyways, I dub this as the Cringe-Tastic AU.

More under cut

Hairs for her^^^

Long story short I love her and she means everything to me.

The first 2 pictures are if she stayed Euclidean and like it’s a funny au where Ford is forced to awkwardly raise her at sea with Stanley

I like to think Xaria is Bill’s little project from the theraprism. Bill’s last chance to see through another’s eye and keep tabs of Stanford but Xaria slowly gets better at being a kid and she’s suddenly not just like some drone for Bill and Ford is an extremely attentive father despite her being a literal shape (and a tiny one at that).

The last 2 are alternative options I had and I got to brainstorm a bit.

I wanted to make her sound lost, so at this point she’s permanently blind. Any help she could’ve gotten is lost.

I wanna say she was 5 when Ford was pushed into the portal? Barely even born when Ford made the deal some time before Fiddleford told Ford what he saw on the other side, and ever since Ford has been in shambles. I don’t think the treatment he’d give her would get worse there’s just gonna be this air. Tension that’s different. It’s as if he isn’t there but he really is. And Xaria knows.

I don’t have much but I imagine it being increasingly hard to survive

She doesn’t need sleep or need to eat so her human half slowly gets worse. Every time her human biology dies or rots her shape/dream demon side tries taking over frequently and tries to regenerate her. It does more harm than good, honestly. The regeneration thing starts at puberty (which I imagine is another reason why this version of Ford would be a little more distant with her and it’s solely because Ford wants to know why, not because Ford doesn’t suddenly see her as a guinea pig. Sorry, I’m a Ford apologist. :/)

I also like to think Bill is alive even after child birth and he like baby trapped ford from Xaria and uses Xaria as part of the key to break the rift but because he can’t posses her and she has like the vaguest idea who Bill is (I mean, she was a baby when Bill was present and even then, she can’t seem Bill because Bill doesn’t have a physical form and you can’t make a deal with a baby to gain their minscape, much less your own so…Bill has a tough time…), it’s a little funnier that way because every attempt is met with like the silent treatment from her because who is this guy why is he talking to her yk?

I like to think Xaria has a type of curiosity that matches Stanford’s so she’s of course wanting to feel and touch everything to see what it is. (Even if it doesn’t really help much)

I’ll make a little OC fic if I figure it out :P (pls be nice lol I’m an artist not a fic writer)

[doostyaudi]

//suggestive images

Made these cuz uhm. Uhm. Im not sure actually. For funsies or something. Eroticisim of the machine or something idk im new here

God i am SO CRINGE but i am... Free?

[whump-queen]

Silver

tags: forced intox, manhandling, "servant" whump but lets be honest he's basically a pet

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Seven could smell the sharp sting of tequilia on Wes’ breath before he even saw the bottle.  

“Open up, servant.” Wes smiled and leaned in, forcing the stench further into Seven’s face, making him nearly gag at what he knew was coming. God he could already taste it. 

Seven tried to pull away, but a heavy hand found the back of his neck and harshly gripped his hair, holding him fast while the other hand messily shoved the bottle of silver upward and forced it past Seven’s lips. 

Seven knew not to struggle. He how to close his nose without plugging it by now. He’d hold his breath. He’d hold his—fuck. It burned in his empty stomach instantly. 

Considering all the occasions Wes had forced his servant to drink, Seven should’ve been an expert at this. But experience didn’t mean his nights went without mishap, and just because he knew how to drink it down for a few sips, it didn’t mean Wes would let up this time, forcing him to take gulp after excruciating fiery gulp until his mind was screaming for oxygen and for the poison to stop. Just stop. 

He could feel hot tears running down his face. He needed to breathe. It took everything in him to swallow and not fucking wretch as soon as Wes yanked the bottle away. Oxygen hit his lungs and he gasped for breath until he felt lightheaded.

“Can’t waste it all on a fucking servant,” Wes sneered, releasing his fingers from Seven’s hair, roughly tousling it instead. The force of his hand made the room spin and Seven could already feel it hitting him. Burning away deep his stomach and making his face feel hot and tingly. 

Wes turned away and Seven instantly grasped the wall, taking a few agonizing deep breaths, just trying so hard not to throw up. 

He’d done that before. On a night much like this one, and Wes had made him clean it all up while still nearly blacked out, promising that the next time, he’d clean it with his tongue. 

So Seven braced himself against the wall and tried to focus on his breath. He inhaled. God fuck. He exhaled. Fuck. He was going to gag.

Water.

He needed water.

This was going to be a long night. 

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