#who knows))

[4aceclover]

I can unfortunately see it

Mike and FNAF into the pit Jeff are the same guy…

[potahun]

this man has One Honeypot Technique

[linolinoing]

HOLIDAY SEASON WITH SKZ ▸ 1/❆ ↳ Hyunjin for Versace Holiday

[estellardreams]

Wanted to draw a bunch of AUs together so here you go! :p

Eclipsed King Wukong @enka-antix

Shadowpeach Bio-Parents MK @kyri45

Time Travel Red Son @purble-turble

The Bearers of Unity Mei @tbouau

Cursed Macaque @winterpower98

Lovingly Led to Ruin Wukong and Macaque @artepti

Lady Bone Demon (Obviously)

Charcoal Bone King Red by me (and also og Demon King Red by purble-turble)

And Posession MK by @kitkat1003

[seleoipe]

yachi if she was on the karasuno girls volleyball team

[mikichko]

combustible - highly flammable, easy to burn cw: gn!reader, avoidant reader, angst (?), somewhat comfort (its comfort to ME), all lower case a/n: a self-analysis. but if y'all catch strays that's not on me... also been a while since I've written so be gentle with me please

he's sixteen when the cat skitters from him the first time.

he's familiar with the pattern of an animal seeking shelter, some refuge from the cruel hands of the world. he's seen her test the limits and bounds of their steps, slinking around the garden as she tries to find safety.

he also knows she skitters the fastest and furthest away the second something unfamiliar breaches her space. first sign of discomfort and she's gone. it takes her days to return.

he wonders if she knows of the cruelty within the house. she must. ears as keen as hers have heard tommy's shuddering breath, he's sure of it.

and yet, the crashing inside never spooks her.

but somehow, his initial steps towards her always did.

simon still remembers the drop in his stomach, guilt cooling the pit of it, as he saw her galloping away. her hind legs coming between her front paws, moving so fast her front paws didnt even have a chance to come off the ground. he'd felt sick watching her scramble away from him. the nausea at her departing figure felt worse than the dread of returning inside.

so he'd sucked in a breath and stepped back behind the sliding door. whatever was waiting for him was better than disturbing her peace.

who was he to disturb the semblance of safety she'd worked so hard to find. slinking from alley to alley until she ended here. he at least had his own hands to ward off blows with. she didn't even have the dignity of that.

it took her days to come back. every day she was absent turned his stomach. shame weighed down his steps until he took the time to set up hidden food and water bowls to greet her. it was the least he could do for her. food and fresh water to greet her when she deemed it safe to return. a small token to let her know the space is hers, safely provided to her no matter what.

she'd still back away when she saw him at the door. half a bite of food falling from her mouth as she spotted him, slinking back instinctively.

but simon makes no move to open the door. he just watches her behind the safety of the glass.

they're locked together before she blinks quickly, assuring he's still standing behind the glass before returning to her food bowl.

it's a few more days of this before she turns to him, closing her eyes ever so slowly and then, turning her back to him.

simon can't help the smile that spreads across his face, warmth blooming in his chest as he feels genuine joy for the first time in a while.

gradually, she eases up. she even allows him to stand outside with her, at a distance. a few more weeks of this and she tentatively slinks between his legs as he freezes. doesn't even breathe to spook her away as she scents him, marking him as hers.

patience yields results and on sunny days she's curled up on his lap while he enjoys a hot cuppa.

this is why he blames himself when you run.

he'd breached the boundary too quickly, pushed too hard against the ease of the relationship you'd built. he hadn't meant to, but he'd seen he change in your gait. had noticed how you'd started to hide parts of yourself that he'd been privy to. the clothes didn't change, but your laughter did. dimmed down, clipped and short, just long enough to fool others but simon knew you better.

he sees you transform before his eyes, a version that had existed only before he knew you. hardened by the winds that had eroded your softness.

you'd erected walls for refuge. necessary to ward the winds intent on toppling you, though it had the unintended consequence of keeping kindness at bay. unable to feel it through the stone.

yet, simon had been granted access within the concrete barriers. privy to what was withheld from others.

and he'd pushed his luck.

he'd known some conversation were likely to push at you, irritate the way skin does when it rubs against itself, but you'd held strongly through it all. in the end, it wasn't a specific conversation that triggered your retreat, but the culmination of it all.

he'd watched how you'd clammed up. laughter dying on your lips as the realization dawned on you.

you were overexposed, overly comfortable, and unprotected.

your things were gone the next day.

his side table clear of anything of importance to you. small traces of of you through out his apartment, in the crevices, just enough to keep him off your scent. to prevent him from becoming alarmed.

he's a damn good soldier though. better at understanding when someone's got the urge to run with no intention of coming back. exceptional at finding people.

he gives you two days.

no messages or calls, all so you can breathe a little easier. work yourself out of state of mind you'd found yourself in. to no longer feel bare and exposed.

then, he shows up at your coffee shop. orders your drink, his drink, and waits.

the baristas know him by now, and they know you're his keeper. at least, that's what's been floating around amongst the regulars. so when you approach the counter seeking some liquid energy they simply gesture towards simon.

you're an expert at hiding yourself from others, so your face of neutrality never wavers. but simon isn't any other person, he knows better.

he sees the small, sharp inhale through your nose, the tightening grip around your phone, your other hand twitching against your leg. you're unhappy, but not angry.

he'll give you your space, he'll never deny you that, but he'll always be near. watching you from behind the glass while you get comfortable again. until you're able to have your back to him, to let your fingers graze the back of his.

until you find yourself curled into his side again.

he's willing to wait.

you eye him as you take a seat across from him, body uncharacteristically rigid.

"just a cup of coffee. take your time with it, i'm not in a rush love. i'll be here"

@wraithdance pspspspsps

[thefirstlioveyou]

ok im confused nowww

how come looking back at this scene, it looks like el's perception of the situation isn't at all matching the actual dialogue we're hearing. mike is annoyed at her and wants her to stop, yet we see him smiling? the voices aren't even matched up either.

it's el's pov. yet, we see it's a part of max's memories.

"let me steal this moment from you now" Helllooo??

[bolithesenate]

DO YOU SEE THE POTENTIAL???

aka I've fallen in love with Elodore Vane and what do I do when that happens? Right, incorporate the character in the big poly circle of me ignoring canon for fun and profit. also, Jocasta should get some pussy

[fetishkinkdaddy]

If you want to get owned by fetish kink daddy, send me a message now

[lampt0wn3]

If you asked me what I always wanted to do with this account, I’d just say “I wanna draw”

But on a deeper level?

Hermitcraft/Life series, I never see those ask blogs (they’re super rare to ever see)

(you really gotta go out to look for them)

I always wanted to do one of those; where the people just ask the characters questions — Like yea, I know, it was more common in 2016/2017, but FUCK, I wanna

I have sketches for [SOME] of the designs

[ASKS ARE OPEN]

for actual art mini content, here, a doodle of Skizz

[unlikelyluxbeloved]

Wip, featuring Dream Sans, ik you probably can't guess it

Traditional art! Surprise

[srslylini]

already got the chapter names down lets pray I can pull through

Btw if someone is gonna rewrite arcane s2 please let me know 🙏🙏

[riot-bleach]

DAMN I should probably lay off the hard drugs and the alcohol

[orisaspirin]

When you go from being like "augh i HATE this ship it makes me wanna DIE" to being like "haha they're fun actually". is that called maturing or what

[catwouthats]

This poolverine fic only needs like 500-1000 more words… but what if I just start another WIP instead… add it to the pile of WIPs…