#whoops x2

[exer-campbell-soup]

KENS GLOVES CAN TALK.

(/mod IGNORE THAT I REBLOGGED THIS WITH THE WRONG ACCOUNT)

You are so cute:3

aww thanks! that’s a good photo of me hehe.. i love that sweater

[great-gronkamorka]

watching X2

me: logan stop smoking in cerebro. stop it.

charles: logan, my tolerance for you smoking in the mansion notwithstanding, continue smoking that in here and you’ll spend the rest of your life under the belief that you’re a six year old girl.

logan: *slowly takes out cigar*

me: GET HIS COCKY LITTLE ASS

[lunarblazes]

whenever i read comics i have to chant to myself "i do not have a type of character. my taste in characters is purely coincidental. i have no issues" because i do shit like read the x2 nightcrawler special and then immediately dive back into reading hellboy

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @troublewithvampires   ⟶   ❛  Tucks (my muse) into bed after along day. //give me vampire stepdad tucking his kiddo in. or else. 🔪 (first thought was with craig ofc but i'd also be very down for tweek if you'd rather give him a lil love)  ❜   ╱   (  detailed action , accepting .  )

Craig’s countenance was haggard, withered.  It hurt to move it at all with the stitches in his left lip, cheek, eyebrow.  It pained him to smile and to sob, and it was a blessing that his pain medication left him with no energy for either.  Exhaustion carved deep lines in his face, all of his features victims of gravity, his eyelids drooping, the corners of his mouth downturned, dark eyebrows hanging over sockets like dismal awnings thrown over a rained-on porch an hour too late.  All of that combined with the way he kept his fingers in the crook of Sal’s arm, hunched over as the vampire guided him through slow, shaky steps up the stairs, lent itself to the appearance of someone much older than fifteen.

In a way, it was good to be home, but mostly, it changed little.  He had still failed, and his return home was that of a wounded soldier who had been fighting the war on the wrong side of history.  But there was some solace in being out of the hospital, no longer having to wile away the hours thinking about how the one he arrived with was discharged AMA before he even woke up.  The familiarity of the sheets as Sal drew them up around him was a shitty compensation prize, all things considered, but Craig would take what he could get.

He had failed, and he didn’t deserve good things, but he wanted them, he wanted them more than anything.  That train of thought choked him up again, and he squeezed his eyes shut, and a lone tear escaped to roll over the coils of black thread in his cheek.  He thought he felt a rough hand glide through his hair, but he might have been imagining things.  He barely remembered being at the bottom of the stairs a moment ago.

“Sal?” he squeaked out, prying his eyes open to find more ceiling than man.  “Sal?  I don’t want you to say you told me so, okay?”  It hurt to talk, too, and his voice was rough and slurred through the haze of sleep, even though he had already slept for the past dozen hours.  “Or maybe, I do…  I don’t know.”  He shook his head as he started to slip again.  “I don’t know…  It’s over, isn’t it?”

It was over, and he didn’t know anything.  The most miserable, awful, shit-ass era of his life was over, and all he felt now was miserable and awful and shit-ass.

[agenericfae]

oh my i finally finished this :0

also uhhh sorry it's been a bit (WAIT 5 DAYS??) since i've posted. whoops i got smacked with the art block stick. not much one can do about that.

anways. PIRATES SMP MY BELOVED. SUNSET STONE ARC MY BELOVED x2

i love watching this man's decent into insanity upon every rewatch. seriously he yelled at the freaking sunset stone for quite nearly half of the lore episode. it's hilarious

[neverpathia]

so I wanted to redraw this comic from @wysteriaisapenguin but with my designs instead, because the expressions are seriously neat.

whoop, here we go.

and yeah I guess it also kinda serves as a design showcase for everyone in apotheosis.

images without text + bit of rambling under the cut

I got too lazy to transfer to digital and colour so I'm just leaving it like this for now.

and can I just say I kinda dig my design with apo-broken here? like, I'm not gay and I'm a dude, but that. like. he's kind of hot in a twinky femboy jesus kinda way, y'know what I'm saying? okay I told myself I wasn't gonna be like @/pareidolla and I would never twinkify my broken, like that's her brand, and I wanted him to look a little more masc...then I proceed to twinkify my broken but I think it's worth it.

paranoid is very concerned. hero is just done with everyone's bullshit. broken is completely off his rocker.

I kinda just gave up with drawing hero lmao but poor guy, he has to be the only sane man dealing with The Anxiety and The Depression (narrator, you don't count, and TLQ is just anxiety and depression x2)

don't think I exactly captured the essence of the original but whatever, broken is pretty enough and that's almost worth it

I cannot draw hands btw

though that was way too obvious

hunted go get your boyfriend I think he's a little bit insane

[agent-darkfest]

Completely forgot to post the Magma from this past weekend. Whoops x2.

:) Here’s a little something for Mermay and for Cosmic Day! (Noon)

Ghost in the Machine is by @venomous-qwille

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Home Pt.2 || cbf!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Rating: M Words: 2K CW: child abuse (toward reader - REFERENCED), physical injuries, violence (REFERENCED), military enlistment references (NOT PROPAGANDA), crying. Tags: you/your pronouns, fluff, ANGST, teen romance, teenage rebellion, British slang (attempted), poverty, Simon Riley’s family (mentioned), Reader's family. a/n: This one made me cry y'all. Also, wrote this instead of eating dinner. On AO3 this fic is ✨doing numbers✨ (per my standards).

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“I’m here, I’m here.” Simon said as he pressed a tall beer tin against the bruise on your cheek and temple area. It was basically piss in a can, but it was cold, and God knows you needed that against your warm, throbbing bruise.

Your eyes were so beyond cloudy with tears, you couldn’t even see a foot in front of you. Hell, you couldn’t see him and his pretty face. The only reason you knew he was there was his constant reassuring words and his warm breath on your face, scented of nicotine.

He was glad you couldn’t see him, because if you did, you’d see the wince in his face and the way he struggled to straighten his left hand to cup your cheek with a gentle touch while his right hand held the drink tin to your wound.

A couple of his left fingers were definitely broken. Should he be going to A&E right now and getting his hand checked out? Probably. Was he going to? Absolutely not. Not unless it was to drive you there. The bruise on your face was swelling nastily, your skin not used to taking a beating. Not like his was.

“You’re alright… Don’t cry, darlin’, you’re alright…” Simon kept trying to calm you down while he did his best to caress your face with a gentle, hurt hand. “You’re alright, pet…” He kept cooing at you. But you just kept wailing. 

As usual, Simon had come to get you at 9 P.M. You only lived a couple of streets over and he never let you walk the distance. Not after dark; it wasn’t safe. It already wasn’t safe during the day, but at night it was so much worse. But this time… Oh, how he blamed himself. Maybe if you had walked to him, you would’ve escaped this mess.

He had shown up to see you waiting up the street, rather than at your door. Weird. 

He slowed his dad’s Clio to a careful idle which he held with his foot on the clutch and the other on the brake pedal. He stretched over the center console to pop open the door from the inside, as he usually did, but you beat him to it, opening it from the outside. Weirder.

You weren’t cheerful as you slunk into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut, sulking quietly in your seat. Weirder x2.

Suspicious of your behaviour, he clicked on the overhead lighting of the car… And the sight he got of your face filled him with a rage he didn’t know he could ever feel. The throbbing bruise on your temple: swollen, red and still hot to the bloody touch… And the way you looked at him, brows furrowed, watery eyes, nose dripping, lips set into a frown so tight that your chin scrunched up with wrinkles… 

It all had him seeing red.

“What happened?” He demanded, his voice hostile, but not toward you, but regarding whoever did that to you. You couldn’t answer. You broke into wails, fat tears streaming down your face.

And he didn’t need words to know. Your crying did all the talking.

It didn’t matter that you were fifteen. Every innocent kid who gets beaten beyond a simple spanking or belt whooping to the arse has the same reaction, regardless of age: They cry and scream. The pain is unlike any they’ve ever experienced before. It’s the mix of taking a punch to a tender temple/cheek that has never known violence, and of seeing your father’s face on the other side of the fist… That’s what does it.

Simon pulled up the handbrake with more aggression than he meant to, the car stuttered with his motion. He turned it off and threw open the driver’s side door, tossing his legs out and exiting the car.

“Riley!” He heard you call after him, your voice choked up, as he marched up the street to the brick-front house you live in. He could hear your hurried footsteps after him and you were able to grab his arm to stop him for a second.

He looked back at you with an unbridled level of very poorly-contained fury in his brown eyes. He softened a bit when he saw your crying face again, but then, his eyes were once more drawn to the now bruise that you sported on the left-side of your face. You now had a matching bruise to his… Something he never wanted you to ever know. And that only renewed his rage.

Simon grabbed you by the shoulders and made you sit on the side of the road. He hurried at shrugging off his parka and tossing it over your shoulders, his hands guiding your own arms into the warmth of the thick sleeves, and fixing the faux fur-lined hood to sit a bit more flush to your neck.

He wanted you warm. He wanted you warm and safe and healed. And right now you were only two our of three. And he couldn’t provide the third one. But he’d provide something better.

“Stay here.” He demanded, his voice freezing you onto the pavement where he sat you. You brought your knees to your chest, still sobbing in pain.

You looked back at him and watched as he made himself as big as he could, his shoulders squared as hard as they could be, and his chest puffed up, all while he was pounding a fist on your front door with one hand while the other pressed the doorbell repeatedly.

Even at 16, Simon was already much taller than most grown men in the area, and certainly taller than his drunk and druggie of a father. It’s no wonder the old bastard now thinks twice before raising his hand at Simon, not that that stops him from trying to throw his weight around with his wife and even Tommy. That’s why Simon still finds himself covered in bruises that never quite heal before he’s getting new ones.

When the door opens, your mother is on the other side, trying her best to cover her own face as well. Poor lady is just as battered as you, the testament of a night where her husband finally lost it. She has to look up at Simon, just like you do, his height imposing abover hers. Her face looking paled and afraid.

It’s not like she doesn’t know you have a “boyfriend”. She’s covered for you many times when you snuck out to be with him, has seen him drop you off late at night plenty of times, especially when she was worried about what you were up to… Long before she noticed that you were just being teens and never in any real danger. 

In fact, she knows Simon quite well. Even from before you became whatever it is you are now, he used to stand at your door, at 8 A.M. every weekend, waiting for you, so you could go out and ‘play’ around the neighborhood. She had waved you two off plenty of times with a reminder to be home for dinner.

But she’s never seen Simon quite this way before. Hell, neither have you. But the look in his eyes told her she should just stand aside and let it happen. And so, she did… simply using her head to wordlessly point out that her good-for-nothing husband was upstairs in the bedroom. The teen boy gave her a curt nod as he marched upstairs.

Your father was shorter than him and fat. He was also drunk. The moment he entered the bedroom, the old bum had struggled to even roll up from the bed where he was watching footie on an old box TV. He shouted at the unknown teen in his home… trying to be intimidating. But he couldn’t do shit against Simon’s rage, didn’t even stand a chance.

The violence he impinged on your sleazy father that night had come surprisingly easily to him. It was like an itch he finally got to scratch, releasing years of pent-up aggression onto a man that was an almost direct copy of his own father (minus the drug abuse). 

That was the first night the ‘Ghost’ ever came out. 

By the time Simon came back out the door, his knuckles were bruised to shit, and covered in blood, his left hand in so much pain that he knew he’d broken a couple fingers. He had taken one of your father’s cold, cheap beers from your fridge to use as an ice pack for you, your mum having told him she didn’t have any frozen ice in the freezer.

He sat by your side in the pavement, his hands holding your face and icing your bruise the best he could as he whispered reassuring words at you while you cried all you needed to. Then, his words turned from reassurance to promises. None of them empty.

“We’ll get out of here, lovie.” He promises you. “I’ll get us out of here.” He kept repeating while he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead with chapped lips while you sobbed against his chest.

“How…?” You asked him, your lip trembling as you resist falling into another sobbing session on his chest, your head craning up to look him in the eyes. “We’re both skint…” You choked out.

“I’ll find a way.” Simon said as he rubbed his busted hands through your hair, the best he could, trying not to wince and grunt at the pain in his broken fingers. “I’ll… I’ll join the military if I have to.”

“Simon…” You said in a hush, your eyes already welling up with tears. It felt bizarre to say his actual name, almost as bizarre as hearing him talk about enlisting.

“I’m serious, darlin’.” The blond lad tells you as he looks down at your eyes, his brow furrowed a bit as he once again takes in the size of your bruise. “The recruiters came to my secondary a month ago… I nabbed one of their sign-up sheets… Just in case.” He explains as he rubs your hair.

“It’s just… three months.” He assures you. “Basic Training is super quick and I’ll start getting paid from the start.” He says. He doesn’t seem excited, despite the fact he’s trying to convince you of how good it’ll be.

You’re not excited about the idea. What if he gets sent out to foreign land? What if he dies? What if…

“I’ll start to save up. I’ll send you money every month… And as soon as you graduate secondary next June, I’ll rent out a flat down in wherever I end up, really… and I’ll get you out of here… And you’ll come stay with me!” He assures you with the most confident in himself that you’ve ever heard him have.

“Simon…” You whine a bit as your eyes well up with more tears. The idea of living with him, just the two of you, away from all this, it sounds so nice… The peace you’d get.

“I’ll call all the time, I’ll write, I’ll come visit when I can, and I’ll pay for you to go visit too when you’re on school holiday.” He keeps promising.

“It’s going to be just you and me, lovie.” He assures you as he presses loving kisses to your mouth. “I’ll get you out. I’ll get you to safety.” He continues, his own eyes softening with tears. “Okay?” He asks you.

Your eyes are still watery and your bruise hurts, but you see the look in his eyes, and the promise of peace and quiet and a life of love and affection by his side makes the fire in your heart burn just a little bit brighter.

You wanted to tell him you love him. He wanted to say it too. But neither of you do. It’s not the time. Or maybe it’s the fear. 

So instead, you find yourself returning a sheepish “Okay.”

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[proseka-headcanons]

GOES EVIL RYN THE RAMBLER TIME

wxs hcs go!!

all of them are autistic, emu also has adhd. all of them were diagnosed prior to main story but tsukasa, the way he found out he had the 'tism is from his fellow troupe members talking abt the shared autistic experience and kasa was like "wait.. that sounds like me.. ARE YOU SURE THESE ARE YOU AUTISTIC TRAITS??" and so the rest or wondersho told him "tsukasa.. honey, youre autistic" and they baked him a cake when he got diagnosed ‼️‼️ and by "they" i mean Nene, rui once almost blew up his house when microwaving something (accidentally, but still) so hes not even allowed to use a microwave let alone bake a cake. for Emu, oh sweet, sweet, emu. she almost put some sort of dairy product (i hc hes allergic to dairy) so she couldn't help that much (almost died from autistim cake x1)

when they gave him the cake, emu played the "YIPPEE" sound at max volume and almsot gave kasa a heart attack (almost died from autistim cake x2)

this is already long enough so get ready for a part 2 probably tmmrw

WOO AUTISM 💥💥 wxs is literally the autism group methinks. everyone is autistic but wxs especially they have so many autistic traits that them being allistic just isn't possible

i love them. the autism creatures... onto mod rui and mod nene though !! - 🎀

I should’ve gotten a cake when I was diagnosed with autism - 🎮

well hi. mod mizuki again. mod rui hasn't added anything on whoops it's been long enough that i'm just posting. enjoy this amazing headcanon - 🎀

[nonsscrapheap]

Welcome to My Scraphead

for all my transformers needs! i have a main blog @a-non-ymouswriter but honestly i havent used that in a long while. i have no idea what i'm doing and i'm just here for the fictional alien robots that have gripped my hyperfixation so hard right now.

currently most familiar with Transformers: Prime, Transformers Animated, Transformers One, watched the first season of Earthspark. currently trying to watch Transformers Armada, planning to read the comics and watch other Transformers media.

Current AO3 Fic(s):

Walking Armory : Ongoing, Soul Eater OC Transmigration into Transformers Prime. Cliffjumper Lives. Skyquake Lives. Major Canon Divergence from the get go.

"Aka, Alien God sends a semi-feral lil' armory to aid his kids. There are various untold side-effects from this single action. "Whoops." Says Primus, unconcerned. More at 11. - Small Summary"

Twice the Primes: Ongoing, Continuity Soup, MegOp x2 (x4). Isekai and Transmigration. Major Canon Divergence.

"Optimus Trion, General Commander of the Autobot Elite Guard, is a war-weary warrior who fights alongside his once friend and enemy Megatron, General Commander of the Decepticons. The future seems grim, until not one, but two mysterious warriors, both wielding halves of the once-thought fictional Matrix of Leadership, suddenly appear. Two Primes at the same time.

The only problem is that no one knew who these two were as they tended to vanish after every battle. -Partial Summary"

Tumblr Bits:

Transformers Prime: Universal Observations: Basically Reaction Fic Series.

Primus Ships JazzProwl: Mecha Pilot Jazz Au where Jazz dies but Primus said No.

[buildingabetterfuture]

Drinks the cup of venomshanked water

See I am perfectly fi- cough .....oh no CONSEQUENCES-

*Coughing and Dieng because of stupid decisions*

-"whoops"anon(they'll be fiiiinnneeee, don't worry about em they have the cure card x2 )

What did I tell you? Haha!

You really are an i d i o t ! !

You should sit down, I'll go fetch ya a bucket to puke in.

[solarsimblr]

Y1 Winter | Summary ❄️

🏘️ Population

Births: 1

Deaths: 0

Move-ins: 0

Total residents: 14

Total households: 6

Total businesses: 3

Total population: 28 (x2 multiplier)

🔓 Unlocked

Nothing

💼 Businesses & Careers

Porter Paintings is now rank 2

Sweet Treat opened and is rank 0

The Red Thread opened and is rank 1

Drew Porter was promoted to Gamer level 8

Sophie Sutton was promoted to Education level 3

💗 Household Recap

Full summary under the cut!

Quinn: Celine and Jonah's house got a makeover. Talia, Sophie and Lucas came over for dinner so Talia could fix the broken computer. Using said computer, Jonah finished his second novel and received decent royalties; he also did a ton of yoga and got fit to satisfy the ROS! Melody had her first birthday and is a super cute toddler.

Gill: Percy moved into a new home, complete with a plantsim-friendly greenhouse. For his ROS, he made an online friend, a townie named Tyler. After some talking, they met in person, had three bolts, and hooked up despite my attempts to keep things platonic. Percy remained more interested in Sophie, Talia and Noemi, though, and rolled wants to marry all three. In the end, his chemistry with Sophie won out. He proposed and she (shockingly) said yes!

Porter: The painting business gained a rank despite Drew and Ethan terrorizing the customers. Enzo aged up to a toddler and was simultaneously miserable, adorable and very sweet. Ethan invited Sophie, Talia and Lucas over for a games night and family dinner, where Daphne and Sophie agreed to just be friends from now on. Finally, Daphne opened a second business, a cake and coffee shop called Sweet Treat, and Drew got promoted.

Sutton-Kirby: Sophie slept with Talia, then realized she's engaged to Percy and just cheated on him. Whoops! She and Percy then had A Serious Talk and agreed to be in an open relationship so they could both continue hooking up with Talia, who has no interest in marriage. Talia sold more robots and another restaurant guide, and poor Lucas channelled his confusion about his parents' relationships into selling lemonade and doing extremely well in school.

Hendricks: Miles gave birth to Emerald Pines' first alien, Artemis! He studied parenting and was a surprisingly wonderful dad. At Jonah's behest, he tried to make friends but it didn't work, because everyone sucks, so... he still doesn't have any. At the end of the round, Artemis aged up to a toddler with 12 personality points total.

Arias: Noemi opened a business, The Red Thread, but her lack of charisma skill made sales interactions comically difficult. Things were going pretty badly, but somehow she earned a good review and the Best of the Best Award, so now it's looking up! She also hooked up with and went on a dream date with Tyler the townie.

[sebastian-solace-ask]

[🌙] *swoops the chocolate ice cream cake out of his grasp and throws it out the vent* "whoop. Anyway wan eat? x2" *brings out a large pot of pumpkin soup from the void instead* :3

"YEAH!! that sounds really good. Reminds me of the food back home!"

[csgossip]

I'm off Anon to say that whoever is posting asks here to defend me is really sweet but it's really not that serious. I promise I'm not stressed about it because I know the trades I send out are fair to the best of my knowledge and by Horrors Guide.

My fae foxes getting people ruffled was very funny, I'll admit. I've posted this in replies before but I think they get buried so I'll send one off-anon ask here to explain them and to let whoever is mad know that I'm slowly updating them when I have time (which is not a lot, I work a full time+ job and am married)

I used Horrors Guide for C$ prices.

At the time, it recommended 5C$ per Rare so I took the C$ price / 5 to get the number of any rares that could be traded for it. So a 100C$ pet would be 20 rares.

An EUC was the half of the price of rares so # of rares / 2. A 100C$ pet would be listed at 40 EUC.

A VR was twice the value of a rare. So # of rares x2. A 100C$ pet would be 10 VR.

It doesn't work since the prices have been updated but you caught me, I'm lazy and haven't updated it! Whoops!

My recent listing's better reflect Horrors Guidelines. If you have critiques about my prices, you can just tell me and I'll update as needed. It's not a big deal.

I play this game for fun, I gift and haggle and chat because it let's me blow off steam in a rewarding way.

I hope ya'll enjoy the game and remember that's all it is.

.

[gamer-comix]

hi this is about the last post i decided i had so much to say that i couldnt comment it. im not expecting a response or anything so no pressure

is twewy comix like... dead?? deceased?? gone?? I feel like theres people who would still like twewy comix. like me. hi.

also xyz but badly drawn still is funny to me... everyone and their mom decided it wasnt one day but like guuyyysss it is funnyyyyy. I get everyone hates the mass production of nyan neko sugar girls ripoffs but some people are original..

id honestly be sending asks to people a lot more and this blog specifically with "hey can you draw xyz but stupid" but im scared to send any asks to people unless its calling my friend a piss drinker because what if im cringe. anyway

also in the tags yes you have talked about "tumblr culture" once before i remember. if thats what youre referring too.

also (x2) whenever you mention your main blog its like this scary ominous figure in my mind. the main... *really fucking scary music*

i dunno about DEAD dead but i kinda lost a lot of motivation to post twewy stuff (that doesn't have a picture of SSShuyaKano going :O next to it) for various reasons. i still get followers there for some reason though so i always just reblog that "new blog!" post. like...pssst guys over here......there's more stuff

i have considered maybe doing a write-up/review comix of twewy/ntwewy's plot someday though? (i guess i was kinda already doing that when the demo came out but i got burned out and stopped, whoops) but that'd be a long while off

there is no main blog. i am all mspaint all the time. i do not blog or think about other things. i am a being composed of naught but comic sans and hideous color palettes and like eight near-identical shades of blue. comic sans is still inherently funny too btw

[negative-generation]

champagne, peaches, comforters, the convention center, my old friend who lived across the street, pastel peach pink, rain against the roof of a car

tagging @captaiinobvious @xcartoonmaniacx @axolatol @quiddlegoose and anyone else who wants to do it <3

it's wholesome tag game time let's list the things that make us happy

pick a smell, a food, a texture, a place, a person, a color, and a sound then tag some blogs that make you happy too <3

here's mine: lavender, cheese, fluffy blankets, the waterfall, my little cousin, sunshine yellow, crashing waves

tagging: @faenarie, @avid-idiot, @inariezaki, @levithesewerrat, @urgemii, @truegoist, @junko-en0shima + anyone else !!