#they have very yummy designs

[ananinidraws]

I don't really go there anymore (i refuse to play gachas now), but Wizard is very blorbo shaped, and i still like these older doodles of him <333

[theunderscorwolph]

The "Tanguish comes from space au" that no one asked for, aka star boy Tanguish.

[Words, if hard to see: top page: "Star boy Tanguish! ✨️"

above Helsknight: "-Very good with a sword -Normal human with issues✨️ -A knight from a renaissance faire -Is mostly made the villain (in the faire anyways, not the plot line) (if I ever did make a plot line)"

Below Tanguish: "-Star boy from space :D -Silly little guy (full of whimsy and curiosity) -He just appeared one day -Flotes -Tango (who is probably his brother) is a sun boy"

Hk + Tg doodle (bottom left): -> at Hk's shirt "shirt from his work" -> at their hands "Yes they are kinda holding hands Tanguish is playing with his (Hk) knuckles" -> (Doodle bottom right): -> at Hk "tired, just came home from work" -> at Tg "vibing, playing caramelldansen"]

The plot would probably go something like Helsknight being depressed (or something this is a very rough outline) losing the positive outlook on life, sees a shooting star one night and is like "oh look a bit of whimsy on this dull spot of life. I wonder what its like to be a star" then boom Tanguish apears (he doesn't talk, idk how he communicates) and starts trying to turn his life around. While this stuff happens shady things are happening and somehow those two put a stop to it. At some point Tanguish makes the decision to stay on earth with Helsknight. Boom end of plot, cool, whatever.

Here are some close-ups

@SilverSky13

[jazzically]

i cannot tell u how many times ive watched this in the last 12 hours

[starswirly]

@lazy-shapeshiofter

[ * Uhm uhm uhm ] [ * ITS VERY COOL OKAY??? I HOPE I DID IO AN EPIC AMOUNT OF JUSTICE :DDDD ]

[fundeadasylum]

Relatively Spoiler-Free Things That Delight Me About the Side Order DLC

- The sound design!! The soft clicks and snaps of navigating the menus and the way the ink actually sounds like wet sand

- The palette changing your colors

- The majority of the enemies being named after musical directions

- The level design, the slightly to the left industrial feel that leaves it on the edge of uncanny valley, the liminality, the weirdness, the Aperture Science vibes

- Obviously the music, especially for the bosses

[kandidandi]

Cannot get the image of the Crystal Daycare out of my head and now I'm imagining little tea parties hosted by the boys for special events but the set looks like this <3

ohhhh my god i would kill to have these its so pretty i love tea sets so much hfbfjffb!!!!! yes yes yes the crystal boys would definitely use these for birthdays hehehehehe 💗💓💗💖💓💗💖💕💖💕

[abusivelittlebunny]

MATE

PREGNANT CORY PREGNANT CORY PREGNANT CORY PREGNANT CORY

He surprises everyone with how well he adjusts to his pregnancy (Dream the most). He can't stop rubbing his bump and shopping for baby clothes and furniture; all cream and pearly white and beige, because he's an aesthetic hoe above all else and he's gotta rework Richard's penthouse apartment to fit his new taste for a soft domestic atmosphere.

Dream thought Corinthian would get bored of it soon enough; all that nagging and begging to give him the reproductive system of an actual omega in the waking world and allow him to get impregnated by a human was by far his most unusual request, but he was quite keen on this man named Richard after all. Dream granted it after Hob sweet-talked him into it, but on a few conditions; Corinthian can't opt out of his pregnancy, he has to carry his litter to term and then he cannot discard the children (half dreamlings?) under no circumstance; he wanted this burden he'll have to take care of it. The litter also belonged to Morpheus himself ultimately; Corinthian maybe their mother and Richard their father, but Dream had a certain kind of monopoly over them; if he didn't deem the two of them fit as parents he'd take sole custody over them. Cory was hesitant over agreeing to that term but in the end gave in.

Dream didn't expect him to have the qualities of a mother, he didn't remember crafting him with that kind of nature but Corinthian surprisingly proved him wrong and he seemed in love with his bump, constantly caressing it and acting like a groomed and domesticated cat, not causing much trouble in the waking world either. Dream initially was against Corinthian’s relationship with Richard, but now he had to admit he was of a much needed calming effect on his creation. Corinthian would only maim or kill humans that threatened him in some sort of way and he'd always excuse it with "You know how territorial an omega gets, my lord" while holding his belly protectively like Dream would personally know. To be frank, seeing how much Corinthian was enamored with his current lifestyle, Dream did get curious and wondered if a pregnancy would have a similar effect on him (he shot down the thought of asking Hob to impregnate him as quick as it came).

Dream sometimes popped by, watching Cory as he decorated their apartment or cooked or just amused himself with mundane human things like films or books and he'd sit with him, drinking tea and taking a bite of whatever Cory offered and....talking. It made their relationship a lot less tense, this. Richard would joke "Darling, your father is here," or say "oh I didn't know my in law was in town" when he'd see Dream, an overly familiar way of greeting a being such as himself but Richard was one of those handful of humans that didn't seem bothered by what Morpheus or Corinthian was; sort of like Hob. Richard was the one that nudged Dream to touch Cory's belly, feel the life beneath his skin blooming.

"Those are your grandkids," Richard grinned at him, his one good eye glinting and Morpheus felt something warm and pulsing beneath his palm. Heartbeats. Dream could tell how many of them there were before doctors could, but he didn't want to spoil the surprise, he just hummed and smiled and let the moment wash through him.

"I'm looking forward to make their acquaintance." Morpheus caressed the stretched soft skin and looked at Corinthian’s face who seemed overcome with happiness and his chuckle sounded more like a sob as he nodded.

"Thank you, my lord. I'm sure they do as well."

"Oh you two," Hob groaned from the side, Richard chuckling along with him while holding Cory close. "I can't stand how overly formal you two act around each other. Dream, tell your son you can't wait to be a grandma or a grandpa or whatever, and give him a fucking hug already. Practice being a good parent before Cory does."

"Our relationship isn't like... we cannot be compared to..." Corinthian huffed, but Dream could hear the yearning in his voice. And even if he didn't he knew from private talks with Richard that Corinthian did view him as a parent.

"We could. I think it's fitting." Morpheus nodded and gave a gentle smile to Corinthian who seemed over the moon from that simple confession. "I will... do my best to be a good grandparent to your children, Corinthian."

The hug was cautious and unsure on both their parts at first, but once Cory's belly pressed into his middle they both melted into it. Dream avoided looking at Hob's shit-eating grin and instead nodded at Richard who smiled like the sun while petting Cory's back proudly.

"I cannot tell you how grateful I am, my l-, Dream." Corinthian whimpered against his neck, clutching at Morpheus desperately. "You have given me everything I've ever desired and never earned. I'll repay you however you wish me too, I promise."

"Hush, my little dream, do not think of such things just yet." Dream whispered and pet Corinthian’s hair confortingly while wondering how Cory would react when he finds out that Morpheus requested from Death to make Richard immortal so he could have his desired family for eternity.

[mayordeas-clone]

the character ensemble art is gonna get goofy when i make a page in my notes app that looks like this

[arolesbianism]

I'm rotating my oni pmd au so hard rn I have been cooking up some stuff and it's making my brain go brrrr. I cannot believe I managed to make a perfectly sensible set up for the worldbuilding in this story along with a way to connect the two main sides of it all without realizing, like of fucking course the long shut down guild that Otto accidentally ended up inheriting was this universe's gravitas, it just fits so nicely how the hell did I only realize I did this once I started thinking abt how the power cells for the spacetime opener machine worked and not the second I made a spacetime opener machine and had one of the power cells be in the possession of the random guild I happened to make extremely relevant

[chocochiffonnn]

➸ Pairing: Nishimura Riki x Fem! Reader

➸ Word Count: 2.2k words

➸ Synopsis: After having one too many drinks and being taken home by your nonchalant boyfriend, you realize despite his stoic, calm, personality, that you quite literally have him wrapper around your fingers.

➸ Warnings: lots of cursing, reader stutters (go away if u don't like that) mentions and usage of alcohol and cigarettes, kissing but not super intense.

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Rarely had there been a time where you drank, really.

"kjasduahdaidhaasd more alcohol!"

.... But when you did, the atrocities are at most, unimaginable.

Like right now. The crisp, appetizing air of the barbecue roamed around your nose. With a very, odd, obnoxious wiggling of your nose you giggled uncontrollably, holding your shot glass up high.

"Barbecue~ Nice! Yummy! Delicious! Whoo! Give-"

"You can stop now."

With not much of a notice, a strong grip swiftly takes away the shot glass from your fingers, the other preventing your left hand for taking any more alcohol.

It was a familiar voice.

"Oh my goodness, there you are Riki! Thank you so much for coming."

Riki?

As in, Riki?

"Guysss! Gosh, stop fooling around!" You babble in front of your friends, fanning your hands in the process. With flushed cheeks, you gave them a grin. Why did they bring your boyfriend up all of a sudden?

Your "boyfriend."

"I know Riki, MY boyfriend is attractive, and cute, and lovable and all that, but—"

"Y/N."

Damn. It really is him.

With a swift turn, the sight that confronted your blurry eyes, was none other than Nishimura Riki in the flesh. His hair is disheveled, he looked like he had just woken up from a nap, given his raspy voice and the tired look in his eyes. He wore one of the hundreds of his chrome hearts collection of black sweater pants and hoodie.

You rubbed your eyes, hoping you'd just imagined things, but he felt real. You tapped his shoulder, hard and broad. Poked his cheek, soft and cute, held his finger, long and veiny. You wiggled your nose, still smelled as amazing as ever.

But the fact that he was here was not even the problem. The fact that he possibly heard what you said is what is.

"It is real..."

"Of course I am real," Niki turns to your friends, "Thank you for taking care of her. Is it okay if I take her home now? I'll bring her home safe, don't worry."

"O-of course! We're done with eating too, just waiting for you, because, well... Y/N kind of goes uncontrollable when it comes to alcohol."

Niki, the ever so nonchalant, simply just nods his head, taking one of your arms and wrapping it around his shoulder. "Thanks for that."

Without much of a word, you left the restaurant with Nishimura Riki, the person who is, in fact, not your boyfriend, but the person who has been courting you for a little while now.

~~~~~~~

"Come hop on my back, Y/N." Niki mumbles once the both of you were outside the restaurant. Without much of a protest, you willingly jumped onto his back, reclining a bit when you felt you reeked of alcohol.

In the very back of your mind, you felt it run through a hundred million emotions at the same time. More so from the alcohol, but half from the fact that you were really here. Right here, right now, cradled in Nishimura Riki’s broad, sculpted, back.

Riki is a fellow junior in your college, pursuing a course in arts and design while you pursed tourism. The story as to how the two of you met was odd. That certain day a year back, you’d gone to one of the free smoking areas of your school to go through the last of your pack, only to find him there, cigarette in hand, as poised and sharp as ever.

Since then, he immediately was the apple of your eye. Barely did he spoke, yet his presence and aura felt intense, as if it was commanding— I’m actually right here. You tried talking to him, to which he responded in a very unwelcoming manner.

Until a certain moment in time where the universe had to pull you in together. The classic getting stuck in an elevator trope on your way to the fifth floor of your facility. Odd, right? Still, ever since, Nishimuka Riki has always just been there, perhaps not in a vocal and showy manner, but his actions proved otherwise.

That’s why you rarely showed these sides of yours to the person who is currently courting you, aiming to be in your best behaviour. Nishimura Riki, despite having bad habits such as smoking, (though, well, you couldn’t speak much you did the same) he was by all odds, the most stern guy you’ve ever countered. Stern as in, by all means, whatever shits life throwed his way, he was rarely distracted and kept his goal straight.

Meaning, you never know what he thinks most of the time.

“‘M sorry for acting like this.” You mumble beneath, refusing to lay your head on his shoulder and instead withstanding the strong effects of the alcohol making you sluggish.

Riki does not respond for a second.

“You don’t have to be, it’s fine.”

You squint your eyes, playfully whining and kicking your legs around. Riki pulls you closer to his back, “I feel like… Most of the time, you have me figured out and I don’t.”

He hums. “What do you mean?”

You poke his cheek, finally giving and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re always so calm, composed, nonchalant even. While I always lose my shits at the smallest things. It’s like, I feel like I have to have myself together around you.”

Nishimura Riki listens.

This is what you always thought about him. Never jumping into conclusions, making assumptions of his own. He waits, patiently, before giving an opinion.

“And well… I didn’t want to show this side of you because you might think of me different.”

“Different? How?”

“That I’m someone who doesn’t have her life together, or gets so noisy and playful when drunk or, that I have the most weirdest interests and hobbies. I didn’t want you to think like that, especially since I am older than you.” You admit, craddling your head closer to his neck. He smelled good.

“… You’re a bit funny noona, you know that?” Riki says. You slap his back with a snort, “I thought we stopped we the noona thing.”

Riki laughs, twisting his head to side. It was one of his habits, whenever he says something that perhaps embarrassed, made him shy, disappointed or whatever— he clicked his head to the side.

“We did. Say, can I put you down? Are you not stumbling down anymors and saying weird stuff?”

You were immediately reminded of what happened just a few minutes back at the restaurant.

“I did NOT say weird stuff!” You counter. Riki laughs, putting you down gently and turning to face you.

The embarrassment was replaced with shock as he comes to place a hand on your warm, red cheeks. The both of you stood beneath a sparking street light in the quiet of the night.

Riki stares. Just stares at you.

“W-what are you doing…” You say, turning your head to the side. He pinches your cheeks, “Ow! Ow!”

“I’m sorry.” Riki laughs, truly not sorry. “What were you saying earlier? I’m your boyfriend?” He teases, pulling your cheeks a little tighter.

You pout, “I’m sorry… It’s just that— Ah! Nevermind.”

Riki’s ears piqued with interest. No way in hell where you going to—

“What was that?”

He inches impossibly closer to your face, distance was no longer a word. You felt his nose brush a bit against yours, he was staring so intensely at you again with that stern gaze of his. His hand looses itself from your cheeks.

Fucking hell. You felt as if you couldn’t breath.

“I said it was n-nothing…”

Riki grins, “you can tell me.”

He always had his with words, always had his ways with you.

“My friend who called you also used to have a massive crush on you, but that was before!” you raise both your hands in defense, “She respects this, and us now, and—“

Riki laughs, really laughs, reeling his head back in such a dramatic way. The shame inside your body bubbled, and you could not find the right words to even say, the right movement to even do.

Maybe Riki thought it was funny because well, by all technicality as to what relationships actually mean— you are not his boyfriend, yet. You have not answered him as to what the both of you truly are, yet your actions, time spent together, the things you did with each other— for people who do not know you well would think otherwise.

“You are so adorable.” He says, patting your head.

“Am not!”

“You are.”

“I am not.”

Without much of a word, Riki suddenly places a soft, gentle kiss on your cheek. It tenses you up, keeps you in place. It was moments like these where you feel vulnerable around Riki. Sure, you were older than him, perhaps know a little bit more than he, but his unpredictability keeps you on your toes.

It excites you, and it makes you feel childish in a way, too.

“The most adorable.”

Riki grins as he looks into your eyes. He pats your head, “let’s get you home, yeah? I have a duty as your boyfriend.”

And you smack him in the arm.

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“Thank you for taking me home, Riki.”

Your footsteps hit the ground of your apartment as you face Riki, fingers intertwined with each other. It had been around midnight, and although Riki lives just a little farther away from you, you felt appreciative of his efforts of coming all the way to pick you up.

“Don’t sweat it, I want you to get home safe.” He says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Well… I guess this is—”

“Say,” Riki coughs, turning his head to the side. “I’m a little thirsty… Is it okay if I crash and get some water?”

“Oh? Ah! Yeah sure, hold on.”

You visibly panick.

Riki wants to go into your house?

You felt yourself internally squeal. Lucky enough for you, the fact that you cleaned beforehand means you’ll be saved from the embarrassment. But another fact remains: You’ve finally reached the point where he wants to go into your house?

Without a word, you fumble with the keys as you turn to open the door and let him inside. You do not dare to look at him, only closing the door and heading towards the kitchen as he follows you.

However, before you were even able to get a step in, Riki swiftly holds your hand and embraces you. He embraces you.

“Wha-”

“Shh.” He cooes, arms wrapped around your shoulders, as his head placed itself atop your head. Hundreds of fireworks exploded in your head. You saw nothing but his black hoodie, and only felt his tight and warm embrace as well as his strong perfume which stained your nose into a coma.

God, it feels so right when you’re wrapper around his arms.

“Just tell me if you want to answer me already.” Riki mumbles, vulnerability in his voice. “You’ve been going back and forth— it’s driving me crazy, Y/N.”

“Seriously, it’s fucking driving me crazy.”

Riki spoke more so to himself, this is the first time you’d ever hear him, feel him with so much more than his stoic, and calm composed self. It was as if he is breaking in front of you right now.

“I can never go to sleep at night knowing I can’t have you in my arms, because we’re not together.”

Riki holds you impossibly closer to his body. You wrap your arms around him, listening.

“I want to say to the world you’re my girlfriend, and that I’m your boyfriend. Yeah?”

You nod.

“So just… Be honest with me and tell me if you want me.”

He pauses, “Otherwise-”

“I want you, Riki.”

You say without a doubt. Truly, you did want him. And although this may not be the best occassion to say it out loud, here you were, admitting your heartfelt feelings to the man who’s been by your side for months now.

It felt right, it felt absolutely right.

And you’d be damned if Riki hears your longingness for him once more through your mumbling drunk self.

“I guess I just don’t know how to say it, I’m sorry—”

Riki presses his lips against yours, rough, yet soft and delicate at the same time.

He kisses you deeply, and you kiss back, holding onto his hoodie for dear life. It was as if the alcohol had consumed you, yet at the same time, you felt conscious and aware that the two of you are doing this. He knows, you know, too.

The both of you know that doing this would mean you’d be answering his long awaited courtship, would mean that you’re trying a knot that signifies you both not as friends, not as anything platonic, but as partners. As soulmates.

And you kissed him like your life depended on it. Riki does the same, holding you tight as if letting go of you would mean you’d be out of his grasp.

But you won’t let go of his grasp, your legs felt too weak to do so. Your arms felt too tense to even more, and god, your lips were stuck on his.

Yet the only thing that kept you apart was the need for air, gasping as your lips fell apart from his and a string of your heavy breaths and saliva connected you both.

Riki lays his forehead into yours, holding the small of your back. You cup his cheeks,

“I want you bad too, Riki.”

The two of you smile, souls connected and intertwined.

“I guess I’m your boyfriend now, huh?”

And Riki just hoped you didn’t feel the warmth of his cheeks, or the red of his ears the whole night, or the fact that he, in fact, ever only tried to keep his composure around in hopes of impressing the wits out of you.

Ahhh... He must be really, really, down bad.

*:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧ END *:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Matt skips Tara Yummy's 1M party to have quality time with his girlfriend.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Matt's car glided through the moonlit streets of Los Angeles as he headed toward Y/N's apartment after dropping off his brothers at Tara Yummy's 1 million celebration party. The radio played the playlist created by him and Y/N, which they constantly fed with new songs that reminded themselves of each other.

Matt smiled as he looked to the little surprise he had prepared for his girlfriend. He made a brief stop at a flower shop on the way, where he bought a simple bouquet of pink tulips - Y/N's favorite. His eyes momentarily found the bouquet carefully wrapped and placed on the passenger seat before returning his gaze to the road.

Upon arriving at the building where Y/N lived, his access to the parking lot was quickly granted, the doorman already knowing him very well. The boy didn't take long to take the bouquet in hand, locking the doors and taking the elevator to the corresponding floor.

The sound of the keys against the front door lock sounded faintly through the living room, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing seconds later, Matt quickly taking off his shoes and resting them against the wall.

"Baby?" His voice echoed through the walls, expanding to the nearest rooms, while his eyes quickly surrounded the space, searching for the girl.

"Kitchen!" Y/N shouted back, an involuntary smile growing on her face almost automatically, her body reacting to Matt's presence.

Matt made his way to the kitchen and found Y/N with her back to him, focused on the counter as she moved her arms over the ceramics. With a smile on his face, he approached her silently and hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his hands on her stomach covered by her hoodie and little green apron.

"Hi, pretty boy." Y/N murmured softly, rubbing her hands together to shake off the flour before wrapping her arms around his, caressing the hoodie-covered skin. "I thought you were going to Tara's party."

"Without my girl? Never." He responded in a low tone against her neck, laying his head on her right shoulder so that his face was facing her neck and sealing her jaw gently. "I brought you something." Matt pulled away slightly and retrieved the bouquet he had rested on the table.

Y/N turned to him with eyes full of curiosity and confusion, which soon turned into pure ecstasy, her heart overflowing with love.

"Oh my... Matt, they're beautiful!" The girl beamed, accepting the bouquet and cradling it in her arms as if it was a newborn.

"I always bring you flowers, I don't know how you still react so surprised." Matt murmured jokingly, smiling as he watched her enjoy the little gift.

As Y/N carefully arranged the tulips in a new ceramic vase, Matt approached the oven to peek at what she was preparing. The delicious aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the air, making his stomach growl with anticipation.

"Did you make cookies?" The boy asked excitedly.

"Yes! I was baking it to take it to you tomorrow." Y/N nodded quickly, returning to her starting position. "Do you want some, hon?"

"Yes, please."

Matt watched in awe as Y/N bent slightly, opening the stove door and carefully taking out the baking tray with her hand covered in the soft yellow fabric glove, resting it on the counter.

He knew he was lucky to have someone so incredible in his life, someone who cared about making every moment special.

The girl rose to her tiptoes after closing the oven, opening the cabinet above the stove and retrieving two dessert plates designed with little strawberries. She placed them side by side next to the tray before taking a small spatula and moving two cookies to each plate carefully, afraid of breaking or dropping them.

Matt walked over, taking one of the cookies from the tray with the tip of his fingertips, ignoring the slight burn from the high temperature. He lifted his own hand, blowing on the sweet before biting off a piece, closing his eyes automatically and letting out a sigh of pleasure through his nose. The way the cookie was still warm made it melt in his mouth, the chocolate exploding against his tongue, multiplying the variety of flavors.

"Is it good?" Y/N giggled, watching him with a smile gracing her face, receiving a quick nod with wide blue eyes. "Come on, baby."

She took the plates in her hands delicately, leaving her kitchen and walking to the balcony with Matt following close behind as he licked his fingers, removing all the chocolate residue.

The night was cool and clear, with the sky dotted with twinkling stars. The couple snuggled into the cushioned chairs that decorated the small space, Matt quickly reaching for the pink blanket that was folded on the small table on the right corner, opening it and throwing it over his and his girlfriend's legs, protecting them against the light breeze.

"Oh! Matt, remember the dog constellation I was telling you about the other day?" Y/N's excited voice cut through the comfortable silence, her eyes lighting up just like the stars above them.

"Sirios? No, wait, Sirius... Right?" Matt frowned, a cute look of confusion spreading across his face as his eyes darted from Y/N to the sky and back again.

"Exactly! Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky. Right there." The girl raised her arm that wasn't holding her plate, pointing her index finger upwards.

Matt looked in the indicated direction, navigating through the stars for a few seconds until he found it.

"Wait, it's actually beautiful. What else do you know about it?"

Y/N smiled truthful, her heart warming at being able to talk more about something she loved so much, without having restrictions or feeling ashamed for her excitement.

"Well, Sirius is a binary star, which means it is actually two stars orbiting around each other. It is part of the constellation Canis Major, the Greater Dog, and is known as 'The Dog Stars'. Oh, oh! Do you remember Sirius Black? My favorite Harry Potter character? So, this star..."

Matt listened intently, slowly chewing the small cookie pieces while keeping his eyes fixed on Y/N. Her passion for astronomy and the universe always fascinated him, and there wasn't a time when she brought up the subject that he wasn't willing to give her his full attention.

As the night progressed, Matt and Y/N continued to stargaze, lost in conversations about the cosmos and its mysteries.

As the last cookie crumbs disappeared from the plates and the sky began to brighten with the sun that appeared over the horizon, Y/N felt a wave of comfort and contentment envelop her body, resting the ceramics on the corner table and moving gently towards Matt, settling on his lap.

The boy opened a big, involuntary smile, automatically wrapping her with his arms and the pink blanket, protecting them from the slight cold of dawn, while she laid her head on his chest, feeling the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat and serene breathing.

Together, they kept their eyes fixed on the sky that was beginning to take on color, the sound of the first cars on the street, and the laughter of children going to school filling their ears.

Little by little, Y/N began to feel the effects of exhaustion after staying up all night, her body relaxing against Matt's comforting warmth. Sleep came like a gentle wave, enveloping her senses in an embrace.

Her breathing became slow and regular, while her body became limp and light. Her brain shutting down and giving in to deep sleep, to the point where she didn't hear the little whisper of "good night, petal" from her boyfriend, let alone his arms carrying her to her bed, where they finally slept in each other's arms.

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Pac-Man

Debut: a box

We all know Pac-Man in the game. You know Pac-Man in the game. I do not need to explain what he looks like to you, and I am so confident in your knowledge that I simply will not. You know that guy.

Now let's instead look at and talk about Hiro Kimura's interpretation of him as depicted on the Atari 400/800 box art! Let's make this our default vision of the character!

This is Pac-Man. Pac-Man is a striking yellow humanoid with a massive, spherical head, no nose, and a set of rodent-like upper incisors. He's wearing a tank top with his in-game design on it, sneakers with high socks, and, best of all, jorts!

This design DOES register enough as a Pac-Man to me, but aside from how goofy he already is, I can't help but think of him as a Stanley S. SquarePants-style cousin to the original Pac-Man. It's almost uncanny how similar the duos are!

Now, an issue I have with many Ms. Pac-Man designs is that, unlike her husband, she is often given a tiny mouth, not a mouth befitting a woman who eats for a living. How is this Pac-fella's mouth? A bit small, but not as small as the bites he's taking out of those floating plastic discs! I guess it's as much as he can get with that narrow set of teeth.

But geez, reaching for another when he's barely made any progress in the first? I hope he doesn't choke! Since this is a still image, I will give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he is able to chew through these discs like a woodchipper, and we just happen to see the frozen moment where only the first bite was taken. He can turn these macroplastics into microplastics like nobody's business!

And I guess he's in some kind of castle labyrinth, and the ghosts are trying to eat him, specifically. They think he looks Yummy, and I will have to take their word for it. I would not eat this guy, OR his plastic discs! However, there is a reason I am glossing over these ghosts. They're nothing in comparison to... the others.

Yowza in the howza! My word, and then my entire sentence! The ghosts on the unused Atari 2600 cover art (also by Hiro Kimura) are certainly the most viscerally frightening things any Pac has ever had to contend with. It's quite impressive, really! I can see why this art would be replaced, since it is frankly not an accurate representation of the game itself, but dang am I happy just to look at it. The Pacmeister here is very similar to the previous one, but this time, clad in perfect, stainless chrome, for some reason! I'd want to eat this version even less than the previous one.

What I WOULD like to eat, though, are those rectangular prisms he's munching. To me, those are delectable baked lemon bars. I'm also realizing that there's a frog hopping away from the chaos in the bottom right! Strange... perhaps a cheeky Frogger reference? Like, get outta here, Frogger, Pac-Man is better, and it's illegal to like multiple things at once? Well I like BOTH of these wacky box arts! If Capcom can use Bad Box Art Mega Man in a game, perhaps I can hope for Pac-Stanley to return in an amazing digital fashion...?

[hheisa]

Who is your favorite Creepypasta? And/or who’s your favorite/easiest Creepypasta to draw?

(love your art style + version of biblically accurate creepypasta!!! ❤️❤️)

I will eat your art. Put it on a fine dish and you got a 5 star meal. Yummy

Since i was like 10 years old my favorite creepypasta was bloody painter 😭✋ but i haven't draw him recently 🧍

I have only draw Jeff and Sally ultimately... I can't really say which is harder or easier cause I always get stuck in something like the hair or the clothes 🗿 but Jeff is very fun to draw cause of his silly face and his burned face with just some hairs HWGJSJA

Though I'm also trying to draw a Ticci Toby design! It have been very fun to do... But I have to revisit his story to know how i should draw him to look better (though i think the original design is not that bad I would maybe change just stuff like the outfit).

If you all want, you can send request through the "ask me" box of which creepypasta you want me to draw for me to keep it in mind :D

[wmnwntmefshfrme]

I FINISHED THEM. I DID IT. WOOHOO (crying)

edit: putting myself back in the trenches, more extreme though since i'm making character sheets LMAOAOA

design notes:

Yaira: nothing changed

Estrella: dead mom ponytail gone </3 i only did it in the og drawing of her bc its funny

Robin: ROBINNNN. IM SO SORRY I FORGOT THE PUFF BUNS UUEHEHHHHH- anyway, when i was planning out the designs for the other named npcs, i was like "why the hell are there so many gingers" so i made her have blue hair :3 to match with her confidence stat :3 also gave her yellow/orange eyes instead of green bc there were also a lot of green eyed npcs

Sydney: SKUNK HAIR. I DUNNO HOW I FORGOT ABOUT THAT YUMMY DYE STYLE. SYDNEY IM SORRY. i completely forgot i wanted to still have her natural hair (also just made pink bc teehee i like whimsy) to show

Whitney: not much changed besides the hair style. completely forgot i wanted her to be super gyaru OTL. gave her cheek piercings bc they're cute :3

Kylar: i lowkey started to not like how i did her hair originally and then came across all the sketches i made for the LIs and was like FLUFFY KY :3 ofc had to keep the emo bangs :3

Avery: nothing changed LMAOAOA

Great Hawk: FEATHER HAIR. I FORGOT I MADE A SKETCH FOR FEATHER-LIKE HAIR FOR HER. IM MAD AT MYSELF.

Black Wolf: not much changed, just made her hair longer bc why not

Alex: not much changed, just made he hair more of a red red, darkened her skin, altered her bangs, and changed the color of her bandana. still wanted to keep her looking like a cutie patootie

Eden: I ACCIDENTALLY GAVE HER A GIANT FOREHEAD THE FIRST TIME AND I DIDN'T MEAN TO SOBBING. not much changed though, just made her hair darker and have a green tint to it. look im trying to make my designs have lots of whimsy

Quinn: you can tell with Quinn LMAO. i just felt like she needed to have a distinct look since she's a special npc n all :3 classic purple and green color scheme for a shady character

Bailey: i'm gonna be honest, i was originally gonna go with a mean asian mom look for Bailey but then i was like "....what if muscle mommy"

Remy: i wanted her to look like a little shit. that's all

Briar: tried to go for a bit of a Jessica Rabbit and Rarity type aura. i really like her design and she could put me in the underground brothel any day :3 /j

Leighton: just an old hag, nothing special

Harper: wanted to make her look a little inhuman??? i think i got it with how dead her skin looks idk. also wanted her to look like a little shit

Landry: here's where the asian mom look went. i like her and Mickey's dynamic and they both just look like regular people (better for crime)

Sirris: Sydney if she was older. idk what else i should've done lol

River: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 1)

Doren: i wanted her hair to look fluffy as hell

Winter: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 2)

Mason: SEAWEED HAIR. that's all

Charlie: wanted to embody :3c

Darryl: she's very cutie patootie to me so i made her a cute patootie

Sam: wanted her to look like candy kinda. idk :3

Niki: i only made her hair a little longer and no weird two layer thing for the short portion

Zephyr: wanted her to look smug and also kinda cute???? idk, i didn't really have a vision for her

Jordan: also didn't really have a vision for her, but it did want her to gave similar eyes to Quinn

Gwylan: her i did have a vision for :3c she's a cutie patootie, that's all :3

Wren: thought a side shave would make her look cooler

Mickey: hairstyle changed a little. other than that, not much changed

Morgan: still a wet rat

Ivory Wraith: nothing changed (they have special eyes tho)

[paper-mario-wiki]

I'm sending you an ask even though I'm not sure I should. I envy you, I think. You seem so happy and confident after transition and I really like to see it, but it also stirs a kind of grief in me that I don't really know how to handle. I'm six foot six and as wide across the shoulders as some people are tall and I have absolutely no hope of looking like anything other than a masculine linebacker. I'm trying to learn how to like it, going for a bear look, but some part of me sees a happiness in you that I don't think I can ever really have. none of this is your fault and though i know it's weird I hope you can still read this as a compliment because I do like seeing that even if it's not something I can do, sometimes people can end up happy with their gender. I think you're a beautiful person and I like seeing your online presence.

sorry for the big ramble wall I'm just going through it tonight. I guess I just wanted to say thanks for being visible.

i am 6 foot 1, and throughout my life people told me i'd make a good football player.

here are the lifestyle things i did (that dont really have anything to do with gender and were just healthy changes and experiments) that let me stumble into getting over this feeling easier:

eliminate soda entirely. no more soda at all. not with fast food, not out of a can from the fridge, none. drink water. its sooooooo fucking yummy.

walk around plenty every day. in circles if you have to. put on headphones, or a speaker if you're inside. listen to music or some books or talk to your dog or your plants or yourself or record a podcast or something, but just make sure you're walking around. the form this comes in for me is walking around outside with my dog for 40 minutes, 3 to 5 times a day depending on how shes feeling.

put on some eyeliner. you dont have to shave or put on a full face of makeup or nothin. just go to the supermarket's generic makeup aisle and get any old 8-dollar eyeliner. nobody's gonna see, you're just trying somethin out in the privacy of your bathroom.

learn to make your hair look nice. it's an often neglected but very important part of your overall silhouette.

pay attention to how you're dressing. are you putting on clothing that you actively enjoy wearing, or do you throw on comfortable pants and baggy tshirt with a design you like? an easy start for this is jackets. theres SO many dope vintage jackets on ebay and in thrift stores, that's how i started experimenting with making something i'd consider a "wardrobe" and not just "clothes".

give this some time and see how you feel. pay attention to how your body feels. if you feel lighter, or like walking around becomes less of a burden, try shaving your beard, and then try on the eyeliner again.

even a bear can become dainty, if they actively seek it out.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Nonhuman Au Malleus

He does have wings, and they are very much out. Since wings aren't uncommon in this version of Twst there are uniform options that make it not necessary for him to magic them away. Same with his tail and chairs. Thanks to most people in this world having tails, though he and Sebek admittedly have thicker tails, there aren’t usually issues with them because of how seats are typically designed. 

There is admittedly a bit of an issue with his tail swinging around when he’s excited/happy about something though since his strength can lead to someone literally being smacked across the room with it. Another problem he and Sebek seem to share. The trident thing he has on his tail isn't sharp but feels like some kind of solid rubber and was more often than not teethed on by Silver when he was a baby, something neither Malleus nor Lilia will let the poor boy live down.

His scales do cover a lot of his body with the more human skin-like parts being his face, front of his neck, along with his chest and stomach. There is a happy tail of scales that leads to his groin area. Said scales are a beautiful shiny black that feels smooth to the touch and matches his black claws.

You might want to be careful if you're in a situation where you would be stroking his chest or stomach area when in his more human-y form as the skin there will be more sensitive. It's no issue however when in his full dragon form and he very much enjoys the area being scratched and would be more than happy to let you climb up on his large body and go to town on his purple belly with a large scrubbing brush.

Does not have nipples or a belly button, he does though have a rather...innocent interest in yours.

Thanks to not needing to blink often his habit of staring is a bit more... unsettling, though when he does blink, you’ll likely notice his second set of eyelids along with his…well, similar to the tweels he sort of doesn't always blink both eyes at the same time. Sort of a slow weird frog blink that, depending on the person, looks either weird or pretty funny.

You may also notice his slit pupils widening when looking at things he’s interested in...or people. They also very much glow in dark environments which can cause a startle when he decides to visit his human and just magically pops in, tall and imposing, glowing green eyes staring in the middle of the night in your room. It’s not much better when he decides to tap a claw against your window, trying to be more polite by asking to be let in.

He sheds every few months and hates it, he can't magic it away like he does most things that bother him as it can cause issues with scale growth if it's not taken care of carefully. Which is usually Silver, Sebek, or Lilia helping with pealing him gently and carefully like a very ripe fruit. However, as he’s gotten older, he can get rather embarrassed about the situation, particularly if you see or know about it.

If he is upset or angry, smoke may start to leak from his mouth and noise. You might notice a hint of brimstone in the air when this happens.

Uses a special oil to polish his horns and be rubbed into his scales. Helping him with the latter will lead to him making the weirdest but happy lizard noises while you get to work on rubbing the oil into his scales. He can't feel when you touch his horns but still enjoy you taking care of them. He can however feel you touching the base where they connect to his skull, and you will hear even more rumbling if you message the area.

He is a possessor of a long forked tongue that he may sometimes use to taste the air, as a result, you may catch him unintentionally bleping. You also may or may not notice him doing it more around you, likely when you get within “smelling” distance. It's pretty funny to see. Does Malleus smell something yummy? Air mlem. Yuu suddenly interred the room? Mlem the air. If the smell he’s tasting is unpleasant he might make a face like he ate something sour. Face scrunched up and tongue half out. The beasties don't blink an eye since it's not an uncommon thing here, though they do judge him if he's being overly obvious. Leona may call him out on how frequently he seems to do it around you, but the others are too scared too...aside from Lilia.

He is indeed cold-blooded, though he can handle the cold better than most reptile beastmen. He won’t feel warm when you touch him, but not cold either. His scales feel wonderfully smooth to the touch.

The area around the base and under his wings is relatively sensitive to touch, or at least the thinner areas that connect to others tend to be. It’s necessary to groom the area by using a wet cloth and help is often needed. Doing so can be considered platonic, but also even used as a form of courting or even to show sexual interest depending on the situation, as a result, be careful how you rub.

It’s not just his tail that may move to react unconsciously to his emotions, at times even his wings may suddenly spread because of it or even flap. Hopefully, no papers or anything light is around when it happens, the gusts of wind he sends can be rather strong.

As for mating and courting behavior, it can be a bit complicated as dragons share certain traits and traditions with birds, bats, various reptiles, and even some feline behavior.