#there’s too many things vibrating

[macdentrash]

So the buzzer and the beads are connected right

[lunameimei]

so how do we feel hellaverse fandom how do we feel

[moonchild-in-blue]

Crumb of Serotonin :

🌧️ Acquired 🌩️

[opens-up-4-nobody]

The way that the sun hits leaves and clouds. I feel like I could watch the colors change forever. If I could slow down for that long.

[undefeatablesin]

What if I told you all that I ALSO want to make a role-reversal comic with Blood Saint Ruza and Good Hunter Arianna though.

[parkeryangs]

i think it's so funny that i can casually give podcast recs to my friends only to see them turn into an unskippable cutscene within the week. nobody is safe

[nanowatzophina]

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP.

DRAGON AGE VEILGUARD

EVERYONE WHO IS POO-POOING IT BEFORE IT'S EVEN OUT, I SHAKE MY FINGER AT YE.

I WILL TAKE WHATEVER THEY GIVE ME CUZ I JUST WANNA GO BACK INTO THEDAS

AND THAT TRAILER WAS AWESOME.

Elven Mage Rook that's hella Autistic Coded and stilla total Bad Ass, I'm SO EXCITED TO MEET YOU-- Love you babes!!

i'm so excited and i everytime i search up that trailer on youtube to watch it again i just see fifty videos with titles that make it look like they're complaining about the game *already* which i don't understand--

Anyways. Imma be optimistic and so fucking ready to explore the world and be so happy.

I am grateful for this food. Thank you, Bioware. And I just wanna throw my lil bit of positoovity out there.

i can't wait to meet these characters and design my rook and just have fun with it. Cuz it's a video game and it's meant to be FUN.

i'm STOKED.

[jasonsbones]

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[henrysglock]

me hearing that there are too many/it's not enough knowing I came from a subsect of the Star Wars fandom that lowkey wanted the dark side to win

[amiracleilluminated]

[drowzyscatterbrain]

jamboard scribble went wild fr

everytime i draw this muppet in a different tool, his eyes changes. i’m starting to lose hope for finding that one way to draw him :”)

still reeling the feeling from that dream i had 2 days ago too. it was...very real, but also not, at the same time. 

cuz i can feel it when i touched his face, and i remember a faint scent of apples when i’m close to him...but i can’t see his face clearly. seemed to change when you try to focus, and his ‘skin’ felt like silicone and felt fabric at the same time...

[septembersghost]

🎵 🎸🌠💖 don't fly away my beautiful bird 💖🌠🎸🎵

(aka pretend EP is actually in this because i was crying too much to get his face at the end, but look!!! my beloveds)

[frozenambiguity]

«I believe a change was long overdue, no?~ It feels rather enjoyable to pamper yourself, after all. Altering one's style or appearance is a way of keeping things fresh and interesting».

[sweetnsour-stuff]

This is kinda random fanart but y'know, when the inspiration strikes and all that

Honestly not sure how I feel about the overall final product but I am happy with my Garchomp! I absolutely love the way you drew Jörmun, he just looks so particularly imposing that I ended up drawing him completely differently to how I probably otherwise would have drawn a Garchomp lol

Bonus terrible meme bc I thought that frame looked silly (Just after I said how intimidating he looked lmao)

SUBTEMBER DAY 5 - HURT

I made this animatic for my upcoming fic, I Won't Leave You Behind, a little bit back, and decided to hold off posting it for today's subtember prompt, hurt!! (I know Emmet is not in this animatic, so I hope it still counts lol)

I'd really like to animate this at some point, but we'll see.

Song used - (Don't Fear) The Reaper, LeveR Remix

[gummiix]

yo is it normal to hear your tendons or bones or whatever’s up there literally creak as you turn your head a certain angle

[sqoa]

cw stalking

☓☓☓ stalker!satoru likes exploiting his heightened senses to learn everything and anything he can about you. he doesn't even need to be in the fucking room to know that you're sitting with your thighs pressed together because you're still thinking about the letter he slipped under your door that morning.

the letter, in which he wrote the dirtiest details about yourself that not even you picked up on. like how when you're really horny you become restless and can't keep still for too long, or how when you cum your eyes squeeze shut and you almost look scared of the pleasure you're giving yourself. which he loves, because your fear is an aphrodisiac to him.

but you figure whoever it is that's stalking you is only stabbing a guess at what could be true. because there is no way he's someone you've fucked, because you don't fuck on a whim. the only other explanation you can come up with is that he's been in your home, either to install cameras or slip into the shadows late at night when you're touching yourself. which is a ridiculous thought, so he must be assuming.

until you come home from a particularly gruelling day to find a small box on your pillow.

it's black, and wrapped in a blue ribbon that looks hauntingly familiar to the shade of blue—you shake your head. with trembling hands you open the box to find three things. one of which is a baby blue vibrator, the same shade as the ribbon and a certain set of eyes you often think of when you touch yourself. you also find a smaller box with a note attached.

'a promise, until you trust me enough to replace it with the real thing, doll.' it reads, and doesn't make sense until you open the box and find a ring inside. expensive looking and glistening under the moonlight coming in through your window. it fits your ring finger perfectly when curiosity bests you and you slip it on. You should be panicked, locking your doors and calling the police but there's a horrible ache in your lower abdomen that has you awful restless, and you realise that perhaps your sweet-tongued stalker knows a little more about you than you do yourself.

weeks of gifts like this go by, from sex toys to expensive meal deliveries each night, you're starting to feel more like a sugar baby than a victim. and still, you haven't even given in to your stalker... you've been too scared to touch yourself, to put the box of toys he's gifted you to use, because each night as you fall asleep you dream of vile things done to you by a man you can't see the face of. you worry that if you give in, let him watch you fuck yourself stupid on the toys he brought you, you won't want to hate this. to hate the way he calls you his doll, like you're a toy to be played with, in a home he somehow has access to despite how many times you change the locks.

it's not until you're on a mission one day, alongside satoru gojo. you're in an awfully tight space together, stuck in an abandoned warehouse and boxed in by curses that you're sure he could handle in the blink of an eye if he wanted to. but you're here, pressed chest-to-chest and breathing in the scent of his sweat and cologne mixing together—sugar on his breath.

and you're just so needy, after weeks of denying yourself in hopes of boring your stalker away. you have to press your thighs together, satoru's hard abs against your stomach is too much: and the way he looks down at you, laboured breath and glossy lips parted... you have to look away. but when your gaze meets the ground, you catch a glimpse of something that you hadn't noticed before.

a ring on his finger, one that matches yours—hell, it even looks cut from the same gem.

and his voice is poison. "you've been hiding from me haven't you, my doll?"