#thats more than enough time for a drawing...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

ok i finished it now what

bonus:

[puppppppppy]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization

[feelo-fick]

it can't be too hard right?

it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...

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a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D

[xtinyslip]

cecilia didn’t like the silence. the fact that he had stopped whatever nonsense he was about to say. she didn’t want him to take it easy on her and at the same time… she hadn’t wanted to hear any more on it. it was irritating enough that she’d admit he was right about something. “right. no, because that would have been a violation? you just whispered in her ear all my secrets that she couldn’t find FOR A FUCKING REASON? yes and after all this time that’s all i am to you? a subject? you’ve become a real bastard!” that was more than anger, that was her hands gripped so tightly into fists that she could feel her nails beginning to draw blood in her palms. “i take back my humourless comment because that… that’s really funny. you were so high and mighty about being a man of your word. well, your words said that you do think of me. how many times does that happen? IS IT ALL THE TIME? it’s all the time, yes?” oh, she had seen the crack and now she was going to push and push and push until she got the reaction she wanted. “i lost you? you haven’t seemed to gone very far, have you? look at where you are.” standing right infront of her, playing the same games that they did. she knew why she played them and that was because she was too screwed up to let go. was it the same for him? time would tell. “YOU’RE THE ONE THAT IS CREATING THIS! YOU SAY I HAD A TANTRUM? I’D BE WILLING TO ADMIT IT IF I HAD, YOU WOULD HAVE MOST LIKELY DESERVED IT BUT I HAVEN’T? ITS STILL YOU. ALTHOUGH IM IMPRESSED WITH THE EXTREMES YOUVE GONE TO THIS TIME. I LOVE YOU, THATS WHY I HAD TO CARE ABOUT THEM. I DON’T WANT JUST FIVE MINUTES, P. IM FUCKING DONE WITH THAT. I WANT A FUCKING LIFE WITH YOU.” no, she wasn’t going to agree with what he was saying. no more five minutes. no more living from one stolen moment to the next. she wanted a bloody life with him. an actual one, and she wouldn’t be told she was wrong for wanting that… whether it caused a bigger tantrum of his or not. oh, she’d meant to yell straight back at him and hopefully louder. anything to get him to wake up. “it looks like you’ll have to arrange an Uber? not like you cant afford it.” true. “give them back? for what? what was it you just called me? the worst disappointment of your life? im not the one who was anything to prove here. that’s you and you have ten seconds to do it which is more than you deserve.” oh she absolutely was going to flush them and she hoped it cost him thousands to fix. it was as if she’d dropped a piece of paper down the sink with how UNBOTHERED she looked as they fell. “any last words for your keys?” hand hovering over the button and once she pushed it, that it was. they were gone for good. @fcdcdmcmories

the front she'd put forward to shield herself from the nit picks that he was going to say was starting to fold in on itself. she could feel it beginning to crumble away and she couldn't put the pieces back together quickly enough without it being even more obvious. "... i know." even though she'd said it so quietly, it was like she had screamed it because of how loud her acknowledging that felt. especially to him right now but... she did know. john wasn't included because he was just as fucked up, if not worse then they had met but parker? cooper? they were better off without her and she wasn't sure there was any coming back from admitting that. especially when the next topic of conversation was the autobiography, he was supposedly letting his wife write about her. no, HELPING her write. "i..." and she did look at him, she tried to look him in the eye as if to say - HELP ME THE FUCK OUT HERE? because what was she even supposed to say? it was the first time she'd actually turned her back on him, trying to get a little distance to catch her breath. the one thing she was NOT going to do was cry. NEVER. not even a drop. she wasn't sure her tears were brave enough to go against her right now but she was flushed from where she'd been holding them back. "is that your fucked up foreplay? laughing about me?" was he really alright with donna doing this? no, but was he? she tried to sneak a look at him again but changed her mind last minute. "i shouldn't be surprised. the only mind-blowing part about the experience is that you get to imagine it's with me." well, that got some of her spark back, some of her bite that she had needed. thank you, p. it literally made ALL the sense in the world now, no wonder he was at it with donna all the time. "but i am, your rightfully so scared of the real thing so you settle for someone that won't object to sex so you can imagine it's me. that you're still with me. you're not actually taking a break from me at all. are you?" if his mask slipped? she was going to wedge herself into whatever gap it left. sspecially after what he had just said to her. "OH, I AM BECAUSE I CAN AT LEAST ADMIT WHAT I WANT YOU. YOU CAN'T EVEN FUMBLE THAT OUT. CAN YOU? PATHETIC! IT WASN'T A RISK, P, IT WAS FUCKING RELATIONSHIP SUICIDE! IT WAS WORSE THAN THAT! WHY ARE YOU SO AFRAID TO SEE THAT? BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO ADMIT YOU'VE BEEN A PRICK OUT OF STUBBORNNESS? IT'S ME. IT IS ME! I WILL TAKE EVERY RISK -- I --" she was so fucking angry with him for just not being able to see it. to see that she would do ANYTHING for him but that move? his plan? she knew how that ended and she wanted MORE for them. when had that become meaning she didn't want him anymore? "fuck. you." and in that moment she really meant it, closing her hand back over the keys tightly. he cared so much about them? good, she was never giving them back. "i could flush them? say bye bye to them p. i can't wait for you to explain to donna where and how you lost them? oh wait, just do what you have been doing and imagine it's me and it should be easy for you to let her down?" keeping herself facing him as she started to back away. would she flush them right in front of his face out of SPITE. after what he'd said? YES. @fcdcdmcmories

[bandtrees]

they would get divorced in one universe just to find eachother in another one

alternatively titled: sometimes you're the level-headed token flesh-head impulse-control-and-polycule-member of a stubborn, eccentric, and hearty telephone-headed drug addict, and there's cruelty in the world you deem fit to suicidally fight, and that either goes about as well as you'd expect it to, or you learn about love and the value of your life and junk along the way

[mochindayo]

I drew something to go along with it, because I saw a drawing pose on pinterest and-- well-- here we are

---- A Human Function to Study ----

The alchemist nodded, his eyes keenly observing how Kaeya’s nostrils quivered, the edges flared and twitched in response to each stroke of the feather. 

“Anything else you could add?”

Kaeya sniffled sharply, his voice was unsteady as his body was preparing to sneeze. “Like…I hHh–I r-really nehHh…hhh….need to snHhehH–! S-sneeze–!”

Albedo hummed, still tickling Kaeya’s nose, pushing Kaeya to the breaking point. “Interesting–”

“ hHh’ihH–Ih’tTSCHhh!! eHEH’tCHH’uhh!! hHh’EH’TSHHhh!!” 

A rapid triple burst out of Kaeya, catching Albedo’s hand in the crossfire. Not that either of them actually minded. Kaeya’s whole body shook with each desperate sneeze. Four, five, six, was he done yet? Kaeya felt relieved when the sneezes had finally come out. It was torture attempting to talk about it while being tickled like that. 

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[bacchuschucklefuck]

caps from comic Im doing

[shikisei]

is that so

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

something about trust

Writing below the cut!

“How… does it feel?” Locus asked haltingly. Lopez shrugged. “<Weird. But I expected that.>” Locus hummed, his brow furrowed like he was lost in thought as he scanned Lopez’s face. Lopez grabbed Locus’ wrists, bringing his hands to his throat.  “What are you--?” “<One way to test it. Take my head off.>” Locus’ eyes widened, his expression turning panicked. He tried to pull his hands away, but Lopez held him steady. “<You are the only person strong enough,>” Lopez said firmly, giving the other no room to balk any further. “<If this synthskin doesn’t fix the problem, I want to know now, not later.>” Lopez could feel the way Locus’s hands shifted, his fingers flexing as he fought some internal debate. Lopez couldn’t read his mind, but the flicker of those marble grey eyes was telling as Locus looked at his hands around Lopez’s throat, then to his face and then back again and again. “<It doesn’t hurt, if that’s what all this fuss is about.>” Not strictly true, having his head removed wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling. But better to do it now, with some degree of control, than in the middle of a fight or an accident. The sensation of feeling everywhere his skin touched was strange though, the normally very localized sensors spread out across the surface of the synthskin. Was this how humans felt things all the time? No wonder they were so easily distracted. Neither of them moved. “You’re certain?” Locus asked finally, his voice little more than a whisper. Lopez raised an eyebrow and let himself grin just a little at being able to convey the sentiment properly. Maybe there were some advantages to the synthskin after all. “<I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.>” A nod, then the pressure. Lopez knew Locus was strong, for a human, but the feeling of his hands tightening around his neck and pulling at his jaw, the base of his metal skull…  His head didn’t budge, and the pressure eased. Lopez clicked his tongue, releasing Locus’ wrists. “<Good. That is one problem fixed, at least.>”

[spooky-activity]

the moms are fighting

[isatartdump]

ALSO LIKE A THING I NOTICED NOW BECAUSE I NEVER LOOK AT THESE I ONLY LOOK AT THE COMMENTS/TAGS BECAUSE I LIKE SEEING WHAT YOU GUYS SAY.

Why are there so many of you. I don't fit you all in my house. I don't even know how to thank you kMDLWQKNE

UHM?? You guys are cool thanks for giving me a place to ramble? And post my little sketches. That you seem to like

It means a lot to me

UHM UHM HERE !! HAVE- HAVE MORE OF MY SIFLOOP SKETCHES BECAUSE I TEND TO DO THEM ON MY FREE TIME

There's also a sifzaloop hidden in there

Haha.

[gophergal]

Life on the farm

[ao-xingyume1987]

Bittersweetness (practice)

[todayisafridaynight]

[slavhew]

fun fact the word "dirk" sounds exactly like the root of the croatian verb "drkati" which means to jack off

get the dirk brush here

[kaiserouo]

preparation