#well to be honest

[spongynova]

low qual sorry

silly doodles in the background of a project, the brainworms were too strong to not share it

[skoulsons]

She was keeled over the sink when she poured the chemicals on her arm, Joel finding her sweaty and crying as her knees shook, not knowing how to stop the pain.

He was so gentle. He held her against him, lowering her to the ground as he turned their tub on, keeping her arm under the steady stream of water as he gathered towels from the closet and found her a change of clothes.

She was sobbing against the side of the tub, gritting her teeth to try and suppress her screams. Joel was right there, his hand rubbing back and forth from the nape of her neck to the middle of her back. His other arm kept a hold on her forearm, keeping the bite under the water.

“I’m sorry,” she cried, Joel leaning his head against hers as she hiccuped.

“Why, baby? You had me scared shitless.”

“I didn’t- I wanted to- I fucking hate it-“

“What?” He glanced towards her under the water. Oh. “Your bite? Kiddo, we-“

“I hate it,” she pleaded, interrupting him. “Having to keep it wrapped up all the time. I have to look at it every fucking day. It reminds me of so fucking much, I wanted it gone-“ Saliva, snot, and tears were gathering in her throat, she could barely speak

He cut in, his thumb tracing back on forth on the underside of her burned forearm, right above her bite. “You should’ve come to me, Ellie. We would’ve figured something out.”

She looked down, avoiding his gaze. “I was afraid you’d brush me off.”

He let go of her forearm and grabbed her face, thumbs brushing away the wet streams costing her cheeks. “Why would I brush you off?”

She didn’t have an answer. She had no reason to believe he would; especially not now. They were together. He never brushed her off in the past and he surely wouldn’t start now.

But what if.

No, he wouldn’t. She knew he wouldn’t. But something…a small part of her said he would. And that’s all it took. That she still wasn’t family. That she was still cargo; a mere object he still had to get rid of.

He didn’t care.

He could see her eyes fading, growing distant. “Hey,” he called, voice gentle as he brought her back. “I would never brush you off. We would’ve figured something out, alright? Tommy and Maria would’ve helped.” He paused, combing a hand through her hair gently as he brought it back to her cheek. “We could’ve done something that didn’t hurt you, baby.” His voice started to shake, but only slightly.

He cared so much. A paper cut on her was enough for him to turn into a wild animal. Ellie never had someone to care for her like this and it was overwhelming sometimes. He came home early from patrol once after being radioed about Ellie falling. He always dropped everything to care for her; didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing. She was all that mattered to him.

“Alright, lemme see your arm.”

He dried the burn gently, wrapping a few bandages along her forearm to cover all the damage. “I’ll change them again tonight before we go to bed. Here,” he grabbed her extra clothes behind him and placed them in her lap. “You should change. Can you manage?”

All that came from her was a hesitant mhm as Joel helped her to her feet. He set the clothes on the sink, making sure she was steady enough to stand on her own. “I’ll be right outside the door, okay?”

“Yup.”

Their night was spent together, Ellie complaining about how much her arm hurts and Joel resisting the urge to make a backhanded comment to her about not pouring chemicals on your bare skin.

It was movie night and they watched Back to the Future, a favorite of Joel’s. Ellie wouldn’t stop trying to itch and scratch at her burn, so Joel held her hand, their fingers interlocked and resting on his lap. He tilted their arms a particular way, his forearm overtop hers so she couldn’t sneak an itch even if she wanted to.

Despite the burn only being hours old and their lack of painkillers to fend the pain off, the weight of his arm on hers was welcomed.

He traced circles over her hand and lightly tapped the pad of his thumb to the beat of Johnny Be Good, getting a few giggles out of Ellie in the process.

She nestled closer to him, her fingers adjusting in his grip as she held him tighter. His forearm covered any evidence of her bandages and, for a while, she could forget the pain.

Her hand was in his. He was all that mattered to her.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[suntails]

growing up!

[spotsandsocks]

If 564 of you follow me 555 of you are pretty quiet 😆😆

At least I amuse myself in here 😉😉😉

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael can survive (almost) anything in FNAF

[gunstellations]

mlem 👅

[sanctus-ingenium]

last august I posted the lineart of this (plus an art nouveau style background frame) to subscribers on patreon but i've never been able to finish it, so after using it as marker brush practice today i hereby release it from my custody into the wild...

[adaki]

GIRLS NITE OUT >_< ((clockwork could not make it)) (wip)

[luminique]

kissing harumasa means keeping your hands on his face and never letting them go down to his neck. he’d even hold them there with his own hands, a silent plea to not touch the mark left by the serum.

he didn’t lash out at you the first (and only) time you unintentionally touched it. instead, he pulled away immediately, the fear in his eyes mixed with his shaky breaths as he’s trying to control himself. he could see his own reflection in your worried eyes, seeing hallucinations of him turning into an ethereal. your hands went to hold his, you could feel him quivering as he shook his head at you. he didn’t mean to ruin the mood, he didn’t want to become a monster. he isn’t a monster but this irrational fear was eating him up whole that it even put your relationship on the line.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t realize what i had done,” your voice was clear as always, guiding him back to the current moment. the reflection of him in your eyes returned to normal but you had a regretful look in your gaze. your thumb rubbed over the back of his hand, reminding him that you were still there. “i love you,” you mumbled out to him, so soft, so quiet. that was all he needed to hear. he knew it was an honest mistake and not intentional on your end, maybe he overreacted. he brought your hands up to his mouth, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. the hands that unknowingly triggered his fight or flight mode, were the same hands that caressed him so gently every time. in between his kisses, he’d say his own ‘i love you’ and ‘i’m sorry’s to try and reassure you of his sudden reaction. he wasn’t deserving of your love, you shouldn’t be the victim of his past, but you stay with him regardless. overcoming it all while holding hands, one kiss at a time.

[verflares]

quick revali doodles from the past few days. dearest ancestors and goddess hylia. please make sure that link goes to hell no matter what (feat tulin being an annoying little brother)

[technically-human]

Ooh, now that we’ve seen N!Edwin and DP!Edwin talk about Feelings could we see the same with N!Charles and DP!Charles?

As simple as that.

Edwins version

ko-fi

[thechekhov]

Everyone, trying to warn me: Harrow the Ninth is so complicated and so hard to get through and you won't have any idea what the hell is happening!

Me: Harrow the Ninth is peak comedy if your sense of humor is fucked beyond all sense.

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[lesbianshadowheart]

dont get me wrong cuz I DO appreciate Larian continuing to work on the game and trying to fix issues etc but like. mr Larian PLEASE stop responding to fan feedback. Theres like 2 million people playing this game ofc some of them will say character x should be nicer or cuter or do a little dance but that doesnt mean u gotta do it. you dont gotta call neil newbon or whoever up like come to the studio we need to rerecord everything bc a person on reddit said theyd like it better. You’ve worked on these characters for over 4 years and you are allowed to stand by your creation. None of what I said applies to Wyll’s underdevelopment btw but you all know that

[goth-emrys]

arthur: Is something wrong with you?

merlin: Yeah, I've been on a horse all day.

arthur: Is your little bottom sore?

merlin: Yes. It's not as fat as yours.

arthur: *chuckles* You know, you've got a lot of nerve for a wimp.

merlin: I may be a wimp, but at least I'm not a dollop head.

arthur: There's no such word.

merlin: It's idiomatic.

arthur: It's what??

merlin: You need to be more in touch with the people.

arthur: Describe dollop head.

merlin: In two words?

arthur: Yeah.

merlin: Prince arthur.