#this is my fourth attempt to post it

[running-with-the-feels]

I finished it.

I couldn't manage to use the whole song (mainly bc there aren't enough images of Fox in the comics) but I got most of it (song is: Harpy Hare by Yaelokre)

[lalalychee]

closer than you know

i've been working on this painting for over 3 months and i am exhausted 💀 so excited to be done with it. i'm really proud of it though!! it's definitely the most detailed painting i've done in quite some time.

(please be sure to zoom in to see all the little details i worked so hard on!)

[koallebear]

i love how copper ages, the colors are so pretty! do you think a part of pearl still twinkles every now and again?

[cookies-over-yonder]

let me in, you must know where i've been (won't you tell me at last who i am?)

Normal knows Hermie isn't coping well with what he learned at the church of the Doodler. Halfway through their trip back home, Normal finds Hermie sitting on the ground, knees drawn to his chest, wide awake in the middle of the night, and his concern only grows stronger.

[title from The Ballad of Jane Doe from the musical Ride the Cyclone]

this fic is dedicated to my friend @llumimoon :) <3

ao3

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Normal's eyes snap open and he stares up at the ceiling of the cat bus. Through the window, he can see the void-portal-thing that surrounds them.

There should be one week left of their trip back home.

All Normal can hear is the sounds of snores…

But then he hears a breath hitch.

Sitting up from where he was laying on the seat, Normal turns toward the noise.

A bright swirl of multicoloured hair meets his gaze. Hermie's sitting on the floor of the bus with his knees drawn to his chest, and his hands raised in front of him. He's staring at his palms.

"Hermie?" Normal whispers. Hermie doesn't move. Not sure he heard it, Normal scoots a little closer, looking down at him from the seat. "Hermie?"

Still no response. His eyes are open, but it doesn't look like he's all there.

Normal slips down to sit across Hermie on the floor. His breathing is slightly staggered. It's at this moment Normal notices his eyes are different colours. One is green, and the other is red. 

But then he sees them shift. Green turns to teal, and red turns to pink.

And then they shift to yellow and purple. Normal watches the colours in his eyes dance and change. It's hypnotizing.

They continue to flick from colour to colour faster and Normal finally snaps himself out of his trance.

"Hermie," he tries a third time. No response.

Normal taps him on the shoulder.

Slowly, Hermie's gaze lifts from his hands. He locks eyes with Normal, and both his eyes turn hazel.

"What…" Hermie trails off. "Why… why aren't you asleep?" 

"'Cause I woke up," Normal answers. This answer doesn't seem to clear anything up for Hermie, based on his confusion. He looks like he's in a daze. "Are you okay?"

"I'm… good. You shh…should go to sleep," he mumbles. His words are slow and slurred. It's different from how he normally talks. It's like the words are stuck on the tip of his tongue and he's straining himself to force them out.

"You don't look so good, Herm."

Hermie looks back at his hands with a thousand-mile stare. "Uh…" he lets out a shuddering sigh. He's blinking rapidly.

"Okay, okay, let's sit up here," Normal stands up and stretches out a hand. When Hermie doesn't take it, Normal clasps Hermie's unburnt hand in his own. "Up we go," he says, pulling him up to his feet.

Hermie stands with Normal's support, but after a second, his knees buckle, and when Normal catches him, he doesn't make a sound. Normal feels himself blush with Hermie in his arms, but he shakes it off and guides Hermie to the seat, sitting beside him.

Hermie is silent and staring at the ground.

Turning his body to face Hermie, Normal says, "Um, so, I don't know what character you're in now, but I'm getting kinda worried."

"This—this isn't… just… don't concern yourself."

"But, I am concerned! What happened back there was really heavy and I know you're going through a lot right now, with finding out about your dads and everything."

Hermie tries to say something but all that comes out is a squeak. Burying his head in his hands, he starts trembling.

Then Normal realizes he's muttering something to himself.

"Who is Hermie?"

Over and over again, just like in the church.

"Hey, hey," Normal leans in. "Hermie is you."

"I don't know who that is!" Hermie lifts his head up and turns to Normal. "I don't know who I am! I can't just—I'm—I don't…"

There's that thousand-mile stare again.

"Herm—"

Hermie stands up suddenly and starts pacing back and forth in front of the seats.

"Just—I… I'm… I don't know… I need to… Who am I, Normal?" Hermie turns and locks eyes with Normal. His eyes are colour-changing and wide and scared. Then he continues to pace, his whole body is trembling violently, and Normal can hear him starting to gasp for air.

Normal stands up and puts his hands on Hermie's shoulders, stopping him in his tracks—it's partly to ground him, and partly to prevent him from falling again, because he looks pretty close. "Hermie, breathe."

"Tell me who I am, Normal," his voice is weak and strained and desperate.

"I can't do that, Hermie."

"Why?" Hermie whines. He's gasping and wheezing and the look of panic in his eyes is enough to make Normal fight to hold back his tears.

"Hermie, you're spiralling, you need to breathe." Normal runs his hands up and down Hermie's arms.

A whine escapes Hermie, and Normal can see tears starting to slide down his face. Hermie immediately averts his gaze, staring at the ground once more.

"I… I… uh… uh—" Hermie stutters between breaths.

"You don't need to say anything. It's okay. You're okay."

Hermie shakes his head so hard he starts tipping over a little. Normal tightens his grip on his arms.

"Okay—sorry, uh, maybe you're not okay right now, but you will be."

That makes him lose the slightest bit of tension in his expression, but he's still trembling and not breathing right.

Normal tries to think of what he would need if he were in Hermie's shoes.

Not knowing who he is or who he's supposed to be… finding out messed up stuff about his parents… feeling lost and panicked and scared and alone…

"Hermie I… I'm gonna hug you, okay?"

Hermie nods.

And with that, Normal carefully wraps his arms around Hermie. He can feel Hermie melt in his embrace, and it's silent for a moment.

Then Hermie breaks. He buries his head in Normal's shoulder and a sob rips through him. Hermie's hands wrap around Normal's back tightly, and Normal tightens his grip on Hermie to match.

"I've got you, Herm," Normal says, putting a hand on the back of Hermie's head, running his fingers through his hair as he cries.

Hermie is holding onto him so tightly and crying so hard… it makes Normal wonder whether he'd ever let himself be so vulnerable…

And suddenly, Hermie quickly pulls away and clears his throat. He stumbles backward a little, and Normal catches him again by the forearms.

Hermie sucks in a breath and holds it. He swipes at his tears, gets that faraway look again, and finally lets the breath out.

"Hermie, you don't have to, like…"

Normal stops short. Telling Hermie not to play a role would probably do more harm than good. Telling Hermie not to push away his emotions might sound accusatory. Telling Hermie to open up might make him less inclined.

Hermie steps out of Normal's grasp.

"You should. Um. Go back to sleep. Now," he says, starting to walk back to his spot on the floor.

"Hermie, wait—" Normal grabs both of Hermie's hands. Stopping in his tracks, Hermie is wide-eyed and staring right back at him.

"Just… you can always talk to me okay? Or if you don't want to, that's, like, fine, we can just… be together—"

Hermie blushes.

"I mean—" Normal chuckles nervously, "like, you're not alone? Sorry, I, yeah. Uh, I'm tripping over my words here, but do you, uh…"

"I understand," Hermie says, looking down at their interlocked hands.

"Okay…"

And Hermie looks back up at him. They lock eyes, and Normal can see him. Hermie's eyes are brown, and his face is stained with tears. His lips are a little chapped. Heat rushes to Normal's face, and he tears his gaze away from Hermie's lips and brings it back to his eyes. "I appreciate it," Hermie says.

There are bags under Hermie's eyes, too, and his eyes, once wide, are now half-lidded and droopy.

"Were you sleeping before, uh…"

"I've been awake all night."

It's what Normal expected, but hearing it pains him nonetheless.

"Okay, well, you can take my sleeping spot. I'm not that tired anyway…"

"I need to sit down," Hermie says, looking back at where they were seated before.

"Okay, okay, we can sit."

Letting go of one of Hermie's hands, Normal brings him back to the seats.

Hermie sits closely beside him. Neither make a move to disconnect their hands. Normal is staring at their interlocked hands resting on his thigh when he feels a sudden weight on his shoulder.

…

Normal feels his stomach flip, and his heart beating fast.

Asleep on his shoulder, breathing slowly, is Hermie, looking more peaceful than he had in a while.

Normal carefully slides Hermie's tear-stained glasses off his face, folds them and puts them in the cup holder next to the seats.

Eventually, the ever-persistent loud thumping of Normal's heart gets fainter, and he finds himself calm, resting his head against Hermie's and letting his eyes fall shut.

♡

[sortanonymous]

Of all the NASCAR series to have the "yellow before checkered = restart" rule, they seriously have that rule in ARCA? ARCA?!?

[crescentmp3]

hi hi hi. drawings

[ethereance]

A short allurance fic.

[a-plural-song-is]

control by Halsey It's a plural song ✨

[exhausted-enby-vibes]

hey friends! j here! i’ve tried once again to make an introduction post, maybe this one will last longer :)

hello! my name is j! my pronouns are he/they, and i’m queer, asexual, and transmasc!

i’ll put my current interests/hyperfixations under the cut but feel free to talk to me about anything!

@thatonesongyouretryingtoremember is my tumblr spouse! we are matching icons <2

i also have an art blog - @exhausted-artist-vibes - but i don’t post over there very often

current interests (this list is subject to sudden changes):

pjo (and the rest of the riordanverse stuff)

good omens

stranger things

generation loss

the owl house

avatar: the last airbender

sanders sides

lilo and stitch

various bands and artists that i will happily talk about if you ask (the crane wives ask me about the crane wives-)

feel free to talk to me about anything, though! im always up to talk, whether that’s through asks or private messages :) although please be respectful of course, and im a minor so keep that in mind

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Thinking about the Giyuu Gaiden and how Giyuu just snaps the ropes tied around him like it was nothing 🤤

Look at him, so sexy, so strong, please throw me around like a rag doll

and how the dog looks clearly upset but he's still like "lemme pet you"

gets fucking chomped

And then of course my beautiful baby smiling because he's being served his favorite food ♡

he's so cute asdkjhgakh

this reminded me of a scene in the naruto episode "gotta see gotta know kakashi sensei's true face" where team 7 takes him out to ramen to sneak a peak of his face while hes eating but then team 10 interupts and they miss his face but the employees see and they're blushing from how handsome he is. That's Giyuu. They knew he was too handsome with his smile so they didn't show us here how dare they

THIS TURNED INTO A GIYUU APPRECIATION POST IM SORRY LMAO I CANT GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

[roxysvoid]

i’m new to this site and i hear people normally have their general info like likes/dislikes, fandoms, interests and stuff in their pinned post but i was always too lazy to make a carrd so i will just start venting uncontrollably instead

[thatonecrookedsmile]

Finally knowing the identity of that unknown voice from the trailers is something that puts me between the feelings of "This is really cool" and "This is weird".

"This is really cool" because...well, why wouldn't it be? After 3 years,without any kind of information about who this guy would be,and very little evidence to be able to create a theory about his identity,knowing the true appearance and name of this man after a long time is something that,for me,is great.

"That's weird" because I think I've kind of gotten used to the fact that he,in a way,was a faceless nobody who was just called "Unknown" by many,myself included,because of the lack of identity. Like,for 3 years,it was pretty much this:

"Yeah,the 'Unknown'. New character in BATDR. We don't know who he is,what's his name,what he looks like,what's his purpose in the story of Dark Revival,what he adds to the Bendy universe,and we only hear his voice 3 times in 3 different places in total...but,we know he exists,so that's already something".*

So after all these years,finally knowing who the hell this bastard is,is really good in my opinion,I won't deny it.

But I also won't deny that it's going to be weird not having to call him Unknown anymore.

---

*Note: We still don't know a few things about him,like who he really is and what he adds to the Bendy universe,this post is more about the fact that we finally have a concrete confirmation of the name and appearance for the "Unknown".

[lonelychicago]

hi again april!

i saw your art it was so good! and your edits, you're so very skilled <3

learning portuguese is so real

how are you today? what are some of your favourite movies/shows? do you have any hobbies? what's your aesthetic (like idk if this makes sense lol)

💌 anon valentine 💌

omg anon valentine!!! hiiiii

also, im in my second lesson of portuguese and i already know how to say eu gosto de mulheres (which, if i said it right SHOULD mean i like women and that's all i really know how to say, i think. what else could i possibly need???)

im good and hope u r too! some of my favorite movies are mamma mia, hamilton, mean girls (both the 2004 version and the 2024 movie musical), 10 things i hate about you, she's the man, the hunger games (all the thg movies, including tsobas). and my favorite shows are 911 (duh), grey's anatomy, yellowjackets, trying, the artful dodger, the rookie, new girl.

my aesthetic is a pathetic gay girl if she were also deeply fucked up in the head and also a fucking annoying bitch. hope this helps!

[tigergirlpaya]

🤮 try no 2. of 2d model day 1

[starkeysprincess]

rafe is the type where if you gently try to tell him that he’s a little selfish in bed he’ll “make it up to you” (he says that sarcastically) by tying you to the bed and making you cum over and over again with his fingers, mouth, even a few of those toys you thought he didn’t know about and ruining them for you but not his cock no matter how bad you’re crying because you “clearly didn’t appreciate it before” 🙂‍↕️

wait, i love this cause he would pull this shit fs warnings: slightly mean!rafe, light bondage, mentions of overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of vibrator & i think that's it ??? a/n: sorry this is short, im working on assignments but i wanted to write this & post it as soon as you sent this earlier so sorry if this is shitty

"i'll make it up to you" were the exact words that left his mouth, leaving you to believe he was going to be gentle with you but you should've known better by the cocky little smirk on his face.

maybe telling your boyfriend that he's a little selfish in bed probably wasn't your best idea because it led you to your current situation, which was having your wrists tied to the headboard of your bed, your legs pried open and his face buried between your legs.

you attempted to close your legs but his large hands pinned your thighs down to your bed, squirming under him, on the verge of your third or fourth orgasm but at this point, you're not sure because you lost count.

your brain is fuzzy, the only thing you really remember is how many times he made you cum with his fingers and now he's determined to make you cum again but with his mouth instead. he's enjoying the sight of you writhing just from his mouth and he chuckles against your dripping cunt as you cry out, cumming on his tongue.

your eyes shut, trying to control your breathing as you're relieved when he pulls away and moves away, your legs trembling and clit throbbing from the previous orgasms. he admires your panting, trembling form for a few seconds and your eyes spring open when you feel a familiar vibration against your clit.

you look between him and your vibrator that was in his hand with wide eyes. "what? didn't think i'd know about this, huh?" he grins, pressing the vibrator further against your clit, "you can never hide anything from me, princess".

he pushes two of his fingers inside of you causing you to gasp while he continued to toy with your clit with the vibrator, increasing the speed the more you whined and whimpered.

you're not sure how much more you can take and all you want is to feel his cock inside of you. "r-rafe" you stammered out, your voice shaking, tears welling in your eyes. "r-rafe" he mimicked, his eyes glued to yours as he's pushing his fingers in and out of you, curling them.

he sets the vibrator to its highest setting, making your tears stream down your face, "so fuckin' pretty when you're cryin' for me" he grins. "p-please" you stutter, "what is it, baby?" he hummed, "n-need you inside of me" you plead.

"no can do, baby, just giving you what you want, what you desperately need" he teases, "thought i'd make it easy for you?" he tsked, "you clearly didn't appreciate my cock so i gotta show you what happens when you call me selfish".

tagging: @oceandriveab / @babygorewhore / @xxbimbobunnyxx / @drudyslut / @drewstarkeyslut / @rafescurtainbangz / @hallecarey1 / @heartsforvin / @redhead1180 / @eddieslut69 9 / @eternalbuckley / @kisses4angel / @hyperfixationgirl / @emilysuperswag / @ihe4rttwd / @42internetgirl / @lilacheavenn / @monkichixo / @rafesthroatbaby / @zyafics / @sturnioloshacker / @dragonslutsblog

[summerlimeismethebrony]

I’ve been in a funk lately, but I’m feeling a little better so have some old Bofur design ideation