#the brainrot is real u guys

[drawerbread]

hey, catch this! *throws more barista!Gideon sketches at you*

[6okuto]

🧺 #1 “please? i can’t sleep without you.” with osamu for @etoiile from my fruits basket :D

warning: fem!reader is called "princess" once

“yer still down here?”

osamu’s groggy voice jolts you from a daze. it’s past midnight, you’re sure as you turn to look at him standing at the bottom of the stairs. despite the drowsiness kicking in, you try to shoot him a smile. “sorry, samu. i’m almost done, i promise.”

he hums and makes his way to your desk, grey slippers that match your own padding against the wooden tiles. you note the pitch black he walked through to get to the study. “do i haveta stop you from overworkin’ again?”

“i’m not overworking.”

“sweetheart,” he warns with a sickeningly sweet mumble to your temple—one you hate, one he always uses when you’re at your weakest and he knows his win is inevitable—followed close by arms wrapping around your middle. 

“i’m not, i’m just–” you huff defiantly anyway, but the black size 12 letters start to bleed and blur on your screen, and you have to rub your eyes before looking at him. “i’ll be in bed soon.”

“soon as in now?”

“samu.”

“hon.”

his fingers make a slow path beneath your shirt, a gentle hand landing on your stomach. he takes a deep breath, and warm air fans across your skin as he mumbles again, “please? i can’t sleep without ya.”

the text cursor blinks at you—faster than your own have been for the past 5 minutes—as he wets his lips and presses against you.

“...damn you, osamu miya.”

osamu’s act falls as fast as it came, his pout morphing into a smirk as he chuckles and nips at your neck. “is that how you wanna talk t’your sleepy, doting husband?”

“oh shut up, i’ll go brush my teeth.”

“yeah?” he tilts his head and smirks. “need me to carry ya, my tired princess?”

“no, i do not, thank you.” you roll your eyes as you turn off the monitor and stand up.

“m’kay, i’ll still come with you.”

you snort, trying and failing to suppress a smile, “wow, so needy tonight.”

“needy?” he pinches your cheek as you turn off the monitor and stand up (and breathes a laugh when you whine his name). “more like i need t’make sure y’don’t fall asleep at the counter.”

“oh come on, that happened once—”

“yeah, and i’m making sure it won’t happen a second time. because i love you,” he both teases and reminds you, the sparkle in his eyes half amusement, half worry and affection.

so you lean against him, let an arm wrap around your shoulder and lips kiss your forehead, with little to say but “i love you too.”

you’re sure the work can be done another day.

[goosewizard]

i know coming back right is kinda a silly idea but im thinking about it.

what if ranboo came back, and they came back right?

not physically, of course. god, he looks a decade older and has the exhaustion to match. their skin is marred, mostly scar tissue now, from the explosion, from sam, from the endless ocean of limbo, from crying. tubbo hates that they match now. he’s skinnier, too, as if death took everything but the skin and bones of him. they look more monstrous. theres a new streak of white in his hair. it reminds tubbo of wilbur. it reminds tommy of himself.

but he’s just as kind, he still holds their son with tenderness and sings songs of old to him. he still brushes tubbos hair away with a feather-light touch. they still help techno with the dogs. he still visits tommy. they still grow pink tulips.

their memory is... better. ranboo still loses his house keys and forgets where he was going or what they ate for lunch, but they have every scar on tommy memorized, he knows tubbo like the back of their hand, can recite historical events like a textbook, will never lose track of an important date again.

its all they had in limbo. he didnt want to forget for good.

he's still scared, if they're being honest. scared that their sacrifice was for nothing. scared that his family will be destroyed again and again for the sick pleasure of some fucking guy. scared that he'll be used again. scared that they'll hurt the people they care about again. but for now they're okay, they have a team and a family and a second chance.

ranboo comes back and theyre okay, honestly. they move into the mansion with his husband and child. he thanks techno again and again for saving his son. for saving him. techno doesnt accept the thanks, he should've done more. he talks with tommy about limbo, and about grief. they visit their own graves and they grieve. for one another, for themselves. it washes over them in waves. tubbo still waits for the other shoe to drop, for his husband or himself to turn into a maniac and blow the server to bits, but it doesnt come. it won't come. its not the same, it cant be, but its good for the first time in a long time.

maybe the other shoe doesn’t have to drop. maybe sometimes people can come back and maybe they can be okay.

[furiosophie]

[cryptidclownz]

so….. wicked huh…..

[justasimplesinner]

u walk into the doctor's office and see this wyd

[emicat1159]

Can you please draw vaie and astors first kiss PLEASEEEE

Ps love you bro

Oops my hand slipped (maybe not their first one but eh a kiss is a kiss)

(Couldn't think of a background sorry- and also sorry that this was sitting in my drafts for weeks lmao)

[moonyslesbian]

ok but you know what i need? i need buck to get hurt enough that he has to stay at the hospital for a bit. like enough that he's hooked up to a machine there. and i need a scene where eddie and tommy both enter the hospital room at the same time to check on him after a bit when he's mostly recovered. and i need the machine to immediately start going crazy making it clear his heart rate is elevated all of a sudden. but its buck's boyfriend visiting him so of course his heartbeat would start accellerating right? right. except that i need buck to look absolutely horrified. cause he knows it wasn't tommy that his eyes landed on when they came in

[cryptidbait]

Spiderdads Wrestling AU

Sorry I haven’t posted in a hot minute, irl is kicking my 🍑

[isatoru]

ive erased every trace of me on this app (as best i could LMAO) during my mikey tr era 😞 but i just saw an art in my camera roll of him in memories that i forgot to delete and something in my chest feels so fucking weird 😭

[janiedean]

nothing like seeing people still saying jon/ygritte was an abusive rship in my *recommended* posts in the year of the lord 2024 anyway I had missed instant blocking people just scrolling the dashboard

[garlicrrow]

what r they talking abt

[undefeatablesin]

Pls enjoy a wip from the mega sketch batch for now because I am not normal about Good Hunter Ruza ever ✨️

[manadesia]

@fluffyselfships Bunny I gen love u so much for this ss edit /p I don’t know how you continue to baffle me with your amazing editing skills bUT I’M NOT COMPLAINING AHHHH how haven’t I posted this earlier?? 😭💜 (likely bc I’ve been staring at it with my big ol eyes)

Posted w permission <3

[furiosophie]

[w3rewatching]

𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌔 𐌉𐌔 𐌌𐌙 𐌓o𐌌𐌀𐌍 𐌄𐌌𐌐𐌉𐌓𐌄👅💦

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