#trust!!

[poorlemons]

Michael hitting his head on the door frame, Michael w Gerry Keay (😔 I am no better than the rest), Michael fussing over Gertrude, Michael laughing (not silly I just like it) uhhhh Michael in a skirt or dress, Michael tripping and falling, iiiiiiii am trying to think of more.

you never specified which michael version so i will simply choose which one is funnier for the prompt

im gonna put the other drawings into different posts as i work through em, just for post-length sake but i will be doing them!!!

[isopodluvr]

i KNOW this is a bug blog but i wanna talk ab one of my fav guys ever.,.,

Acanthostega !!!

theyre SO goofy!! appeared in the late devonian, this freaaaky thing has EIGHT DIGITS PER HAND!!! it has limbs but CANNOT bear its own weight, stuck in the waater.

i just love these guys so much <33

[joannasprose]

just don’t leave me alone, wondering where you are

CW: harassment, violence, a little bit of angst.

I’m sorry for not posting for like. five billion years :/ here’s some vi x reader angst/fluff because I’ve been thinking about her :p

———

You dragged your feet against the hot asphalt as though you were being held down by a large anchor.

The street of the underside had become crowded during this time, the bustling streets and the cities merchants hoping to get a grab of whatever you had in the pockets of your pants.

It had been seven years since then. Since Vander. Since Mylo and Claggor and Powder. Vi’s name had always brought bitterness on your tongue. Since the day she disappeared, you had never once spoken it out-loud. It plagued your mind like a festering and undying disease.

As you stride through the already crowded streets—your eyes find The Last Drop. Memories filled your mind like a flood. You remember days spent in the bar, speaking with Vandar and indulging in Powder’s unfinished.

Most importantly, you remember Vi. Nights where the two of you sat on the roof and she listened to you talk about your day. The same old story with the same old ending.

Pushing those memories far from your head, you turn the street corner nearest to the well-known brothel, a familiar face comes into view, making you unknowingly heave out an annoyed breath.

“How’re you doing, sweetheart?” His voice calls, one that fills your head with an irritation warranted light just for him. One of Silco’s guards, his arm resting against the brick of the alleyway, a smile displaying his teeth and gums.

“Sam,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, putting your disinterest on display.

“Aw come on. Why the long face? You missed me that much?” His confidence is what stirs a smile on your lips. You can’t remember when he had first began to take an interest in you. Unfortunately, you wished you have have handled the days of being unknown with much more care.

Sam lifts himself from the wall, stepping closely towards you, and attempting to slightly graze the hair that hangs wildly out of place on your head. But before he has the chance though, you grab his wrist with as much force as you could muster up.

“Don’t touch me.” You say, venom laced in your words as his face once portraying a deep lust, now twisted into an agitated and offended expression.

He pulls himself out of your hands, his arms dangling at his side for only but a moment before he reels his right arm back, the palm of his hand meeting the skin of your cheek.

It stings. A harsh pain that you’ve felt a few times before. “I’ve been nothing but kind to you for months, and you’ve yet to give me what I want.” This time, you really do laugh. Is harassment really his judgement of kindness?

His brows furrow, anger tucked underneath. As he steps closer to grab your face, a figure pulls him back, throwing him off balance.

You can’t see their face. They don’t speak to you. Only harsh grunt from themself, and Sam, and the streets of the under-city are what clouds your senses.

Their fists meet his face unrelentingly. You hear him beg, pleading for the stranger to stop. You can’t see it, but you can hear it. Fist meeting bone with anger laced in the strangers knuckles.

You don’t say anything. No words escape the space between your lips as the stranger lets him go, and as he crawls away, limping frantically.

“Don’t come near her again.” That voice. So endearing yet harsh. Familiar yet distant.

As she turns to you, those light blue eyes creating heart ache and helplessness in you—you muster up the courage to speak.

“Vi?”

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definitely planning on making this a little series! yes I know this is so obviously rushed but I really wanted to get something out because I’ve been gone for so long! but I promise the next part will most definitely be longer and well written <3

reread this and im cringing so hard omg

[bottledkriegmen]

how do we feel abt andre needing to wear glasses but refusing to wear them because they're "faggy"

[nafohcnis]

some school notebook dorys from about a month ago probably.. the first two are for the fanfic “john dory’s quick and concise guide on how to survive” by rytheoneandonly on ao3. GO READ IT. and expect more fanart for this.

[saltylotus]

let me dream with this magic of maid outfits ✨ my entry for @reechoes-zine, 'Rin Len Maid Factor' 🧡💛🫶

[aviiyu]

WHOOO ALIEN STAGE definitely didn’t spend 3 days on this yippee!!

[mattyalwayssmokesweed]

I will never, NEVER, shut up about the parallels between Aegon V the Unlikely and Arya Stark. They’re two lost highborn kids using fake names, who had their hairs cut to hide themselves among others, and were taken in by a tall knight (Sandor Clegane and Duncan the Tall), traveling Westeros with them, learning about the common folk and gathering a better understanding of their struggles because they also suffered them.

Both experienced cruelty and hunger and pain and distress and hopelessness at a young age, and it shaped them and made them unlike other highborn children. Both were completely aware of how bad things truly were for the smallfolk. Both were considered unlikely to rule at first because one was the fourth son of a fourth son, and the other the second daughter of a second son and a woman. You’re telling me those parallels aren’t intentional to tell us Arya is going to be Queen in the North and a good ruler who can help with smallfolk policy reforms, just like Aegon V did?

[unreliabletv]

He's okay guys ^_^

[verianal]

VERA POSTs twice in one day :00 woaahhhh (also transfem harold in the back) @toumahrt 4 u pookie :3

[unicornsaures]

i want a new piercing🙁

[snailification]

I'm completely loyal to this girl who barely knows I exist!!

[chamom1le-t3a]

the odd one out

[tag-if]

I just found this IF but Marin AJSKSKWNW Seeing then call MC "dove" in their introduction page just did it for meeeeee!! Can I get anymore facts on them please?

Also the concept is super cool and I'm about to play the demo!!

i am giving this one a non-answer

BUT ONLY

because something special is coming for Marin fans (along with your requested facts)

[nicnsmth1]

d23!! I have received the news that my exams might change dates to be earlier (falls down a fleet of stairs) thank god this series is almost ending bcs I'll be busy in august to draw EVERY day :'D