#girls night again

[nevermore-neverwhere]

Out again in basically the same outfit as the last pic I posted, how awful

#me #lots of my clothes are already packed #girls night again #girls with tattoos #bowie who shushes #it me #i have makeup on #gimme attention

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny is finally winning against her FNAF demons

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #mike schmidt #fnaf vanny #fnaf vanessa #glitchtrap #fnaf #fnaf movie #security breach #fnaf help wanted 2 #help wanted 2 #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #Vanny win moment finally! #a failgirl can win now and again too #get flatten glitchtrap 🩵 #she’s so cool the coolest girl ever #Mike doesn’t know she’s fighting for her life 🙏🏾

[koobiie]

hello fear and hunger fandom

#fear and hunger #funger #moonless #d'arce cataliss #cahara #ragnvaldr #enki ankarian #the girl fear and hunger #posting this and disappearing into the night never to post funger ever again lol #1k

[mblue-art]

BAD SANSUARY // [14] tears for owl-bones's event !

"...Killer, it just looks like I have running mascara."

"it's such a look though."

messy kisses and post-nuzzles

#badsansuary #killer!sans #self insert #mblue art #m rambles #yes he is rubbing his tears on my face #he is a menace but he is also my skrunkly my little meow meow so i still love him #i was also attacked (/lh) with goofy dorky romantic guy SOFT killer and #and with lots of giggling and playful rumble tumbling #and smooching him up until he's melted on the floor and cartoon hearts float out of him #i also think about very similar thoughts w lust my bbg beloved but this post is about killer LOL<3 #bc showering this dork w smoochies n genuine love n interest and seeing his reactions to all that is very cute methinks #adding to this bc again i was given thoughts #(girls) boys night w lust and killer but we're actually messing around with makeup and thats how i get the real running mascara look #and other whatever experimental creative makeup looks theyre gonna try on me because apparently im their canvas for the night #woohoo? yippee.

[somegrumpynerd]

(They did not stop shredding the curtains)

#UTDR #UTMV #Nightmare Sans #Killer Sans #Trying out a new style for this one #I don't know if I'll do the boxes again but it was fun to play around with #Also I had this idea last night when I was awake and supposed to be sleeping #I told myself if I still remembered it in the morning I'd draw it so here we are #I wonder what troublesome creatures Nightmare might have taken in... hmmm... #Also the return of Freddie Purrcury #They found out she's a girl but they're keeping the name #She likes to hang around Nightmare for some reason even though he's still not used to pets

[naffeclipse]

Warm Fangs

Naga!Sun x Reader. Sickness.

Prev

As you sleep, the fever worsens. Chills hit you with a violent shudder. The heat from the sickness flees under the quaking cold. You moan softly, curling up tighter. A soft hiss shushes you but you can’t find anything warm, anything warm at all.

The smooth brush of scales loosens from around you. The outside cold slips away from your feverish skin but stays within.

“It hasn’t broken yet,” Moon murmurs distantly. Cold fingertips brush your hair, damp from sweat, away from your forehead. A whine leaves you. You hate how pathetic it sounds inside your head.

“Oh, no. I was afraid it might linger with our poor lily pad,” Sun lowers his voice but he’s not as quiet as his brother, holding a stage whisper more than an actual whisper. You might have smiled if you weren’t bothered by the mottled moonlight giving way to a blue-bright early morning sky. 

It doesn’t feel warm. The sun is supposed to reheat the earth and take away the frost filling your chest with a shivering revolt.

A few quiet exchanges slip away in your near unconsciousness. Gingerly, you become weightless, lifted into the air like a feather before pressed into other arms. Heat, raw and covering, finally touches your body. You breathe out a low sigh, eyelids fluttering to peek up at the source of the heat. The form softly sways as you’re carried away.

“It’s going to be alright,” Sun hums. He looks down at you, his spiky frills flaring around his head in golden hues before the shadow of the cave eclipses the morning sun. “Don’t move, my water lily, you’re still sick.”

“Hmm, I’m fine,” you half moan. Your eyes fall close again. A tender soreness soaks into every muscle, especially at your neck and your shoulders. The deep, deep ache that refuses to go away. 

You shudder with another chill. Sun clicks his tongue in concern, the forked end whipping with a snapping worry. 

“You amaze me, truly. Even in the throes of illness, you’re still so stubborn.” He laughs softly, endearing but in a way that almost makes you push yourself out of his steady arms. He doesn’t get to think you’re cute. Not right now, when you feel how sticky your body is and how weak your limbs dangle as he carries you deeper into the cave you’ve made a shelter within.

“Sun,” you softly groan.

“Save your strength to fight the fever, not me.” A soft peck of his scaly mouth touches your temple. You nearly dissolve under his doting command. “You need to rest and do as I say so you can feel better. I don’t like to see you like this.”

You, in a reflective, rebellious instinct, almost try to kick out your feet and find solid ground, but Sun lowers you to the cold, cave floor. You’re seized by another icy torrent of coldness. Hugging your arms, you quietly groan. A soft swell of tears teem over your eyelids. That’s from the sickness, you tell yourself. You’re not crying because Sun and his sweet warmth let you go.

“I’ll be gone for only a moment, lily pad. Hold on for me, okay?” he singsongs.

You want to snatch the heat that had held back the torturous chills. Lifting your heavy eyes, you scour the dimness of the cave, catching sight of Sun’s long body softly slipping over the stone towards the shelves that were chipped into the wall of the cavern. The rich yellow hues of his scales are bright even in the shadows of rocks. The markings along his waist and around his throat are scarlet and vibrant with warning of his venom. You watch the outline of Sun’s defined shoulders move, taking and gathering, collecting a pale pink blossom you can’t currently name.

Pressed against the wall in a sleepy bundle of his scales, Moon watches you, eyes half lidded but attentive. You didn’t hear him enter. His hands open and close, as if to reach for you. He holds back. You frown at his distance but recall his cool scales through the midnight fever, and drowsily, in fitful half-sleep, wait for Sun.

He returns with a skim over the floor. His presence washes over you with hope.

“Don’t cry, my water lily. I’m here,” Sun coaxes with gentle mirth. A crooked finger swipes the leaking liquid from your eyes.

“Not crying,” you grumble, voice croaking like a frog. “Not a water lily.”

“Oh, I’m going to have to disagree and blame your lack of sense on the sickness,” he chirps as if you were simply the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

You pry your eyelids open for a glare. You certainly are not a beautiful and grandiose flower. Not right now in your freezing weakness.

Moon’s hissing laughter echoes. It fills you with another short burst of irate energy that lasts for only the moment of his humor. Sun tuts and shoots Moon a look before gently cradling you. The golden naga guides you upright with a tender hand supporting your back. He rests your head on his shoulder, his underside a shiny, pale cream color, and the gentle heat of his body burns away the chills holding you down. 

He lifts up a small flower, pale pink and pom-pom like on the end of a slender, green stalk.

“Eat this. It’ll make you feel better,” he softly insists.

You eye the flower as if it were a venus flytrap, and you were a particularly weak fly.

“What is it?” you murmur.

“I’ve heard humans call it a sensitive plant, sometimes called touch-me-not. If you had told me you weren’t feeling well early, you could have had this sooner.” The chasiting does not evade your awareness. Sun lowers the plant closer, as if offering a rose instead of medicine. “It will help with your fever and chills.”

“Ugh,” you turn your head ahead. The thought of eating when you have no appetite rears an ugly head within you. “I don’t need it.”

“I disagree strongly, lilypad,” Sun crones in disapproval. “Once you eat it, you’ll start to feel better.”

The soft lift to his tone invades you. You want to squirm, keep turning away from the offered medical plant, but Sun’s warmth surrounds you entirely. Gently, his finger guides your cheek until you face him once more.

“Please, won’t you, for me?” His cornflower blue eyes hold you with his plea. From the corners of his wide mouth, the very tips of fangs glint, but you’re not afraid of his bite. He saved you with his venom, once.

You grimace and force your lips to part. Murmuring praises and coaxes alike in a soft, musical tone, Sun presses the flower head to your mouth until you bite it off, and chew laboriously. It tastes green and dry. He watches you, hawk-like, ensuring you masticate the soft, brittle like petals before swallowing against the vicious dryness of your throat. You gasp after gulping.

His smile grows like a sunbeam at sunrise.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.” He tenderly rubs his mouth against your forehead. “Thank you."

The heat of his affection battles the cold underneath your skin, and when you shiver, he holds you tighter. You fall deeper under his fondness.

"This will pass and you’ll be in tip-top shape again,” he says softly, brimming with heated hope.

Oh, Sun. You want to curse him. You want to tell him that he can’t talk like that, melting your insides and making you nothing but an ooey-gooey mess, but you can’t. You are swept away by his sweet tones. 

No one but Sun unbalances you and catches you in the same motion. He’s disarming. He's the only thing that feels right.

You slump against him in another full-body shudder. Softly humming, Sun begins rearranging your limp form, draping your legs across his deliciously warm tail as the dark end wraps your lower legs. The tightness of his coils used to frighten you before you realized how summery and soft he is. He tucks you gently against his arm, lying down to become your personal pillow.

You are so useless. It’s a miracle you haven’t faded away by now—a miracle of two nagas, no less.

“It’s also called humble flower,” he continues with a soft note. “Perhaps you could take that aspect from it as well, my water lily.”

You moan, unable to offer a rebuttal that you are no flower, but his gentle embrace covers you entirely. His chest thrums lightly with a heartbeat you’ve listened to before. A soft hum fills his throat. He continues pressing his mouth against your cheek, the crook of your neck, and the top of your head as if smothering the clammy effect attempting to surface on your body.

“Soon, you’ll rise and we can stroll through the jungle and find more flowers, more flowers like you, and you’ll feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice?” he chatters endlessly.

You can only snuggle deeper against his chest, against his warm, smooth scales, better than any patch of sunlight, and trust in him.

#for when the chills hit and you have a nice warm naga to help you through it #i wrote this late last night again #your girl is going through it #if there are mistakes just close your eyes and don't see them ty #warm fangs #naga au #naga!sun #sun x reader #naff writing #i'll add this to ao3 later too #if i have more energy i might write a third part with a certain someone

[qiankunnies]

Choi Sooyoung in Every Era 02.10.1990 💖 HAPPY SOOYOUNG DAY!!

into the new world ✦ girls' generation ✦ baby baby ✦ gee ✦ tell me your wish (genie) ✦ oh! ✦ run devil run ✦ hoot ✦ the boys ✦ i got a boy ✦ mr. mr. ✦ party ✦ lion heart ✦ holiday night ✦ forever 1

#bex.edits #choi sooyoung #sooyoung #snsd #girls generation #*300 notes #*sooyoung #*snsd #*bday #*every era #dailysnsd #goldeneraedit #femaleidol #femaleidolsedit #jadeblr #aleksbestie #awekslook #ninqztual #alitracks #foraddy #useroro #can't believe this is my first gg edit #kind of a crime how few eras there are #didn't include the japanese releases bc finding pics was a nightmare #pls remind me to never edit photos from 2007 again #lion heart. holiday night & forever 1 all get full rows bc it's what she deserves #HAPPY SOOYOUNG DAY 🥳

[thousand-winters]

Sometimes you're 14 and hear "after everything that happened, I just wanted to see you" and that shit never leaves your brain ever again.

#girl help i'm thinking about cecilos again and about to cry #welcome to night vale #wtnv

[the-knife-consumer]

Bnuuies.

#knife's art #doodles #traditional art #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #vanessa.... your fursuit sucks im so sorry #fnaf sb #again ik nothing about sb but. girl i had to do something about her fursuit. #vanny #glitchtrap #hes there too. his metaverse fursuit also bothers me #grrrrrr #uncanny valley #for the himan features on a rabbit thing

[jakeperalta]

honestly I really just think the only bad guys in the fight for eras tickets are the scalpers reselling tickets and the scammers tricking money out of people. that is it. not the fans going to more than one show, not the "locals" just wanting to go have a good night at a fun show. like if you're gonna be mad at anyone during all this at least make it the people profiting at others' expense!

#saw a video yesterday of a girl going to all three nashville shows and she clearly had a great time in costume each night #and the comments were FULL of hate and people blaming her personally for them not having tickets #and then today with the new dates the multiple show discourse is here again #and people bringing up how terrible it is that local/casual fans might dare attend #like. these are not the enemy! #talking #taylor swift

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa loves the Vanny “animatronic”

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #vanessa afton #vannessa shelly #fnaf #fnaf movie #security breach #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #Vanessa doesn’t know the funny bunny girl isn’t an animatronic #Vanny is trapped no idea how to go forward here #doesn’t have the heart to say she isn’t an animatronic #nor does she want to be caught #When I said vanessa would love and the pizzaplex peeps I meant it #I THOUGHT this was a cute idea Vanny fails again 💗

[saturnvs]

horses come alive in our dreams! it’s true!

#i might start equine therapy this year #and now i’m a young girl dreaming of galloping horses at night again #horse art #horses #traditional art #art #illustration #sketchbook #gouache #my art #the scanner messed up and blurred the bg #but it looks cool and almost intentional?? #i really really hope the therapy thing will work out because i found such a good place :') with icelandic horses!

[satans-knitwear]

Offering u a bite. One lil nibble.

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

#Leaving the house again tomorrow to meet the bestie for lunch!! Obviously my baby belle shall join us. #So don't let me ruin my day by staying up all night reading porn. Again. Even tho it's Friday. #satans knitwear #fishnet friday #alt pinup #pinup girl #pretty lingerie #Fishnet bodystocking #cheeky

[wis-art]

only us and linger on type piece

#goat #trans #doodle #sketch #my art #art #digital art #illustration #laying on the floor in the middle of the night drawing naked anime girls type beat #i have a migraine #again #but it's sunday and i had lots of time to draw #which is fun #furry #oc #original character #i tried to draw in the style of weatherday's track cover #cause it's cool #only us and linger on is the name of the track

[sugarpasteltmnt]

(whispers) hey friends I appreciate your excitement but gentle reminder it’s not very polite to ask fanfic writers when the next chapter is gunna come out

#remember friends: fanfic writers do this for fun when they have enough down time and wanna write #I’m an adult with a lot of adult responsibilities going on!! #again I appreciate your enthusiasm but ur just gunna have to trust me #ESPECIALLY since I sort of have a posting schedule #gentle reminder that fic writers shouldn’t need a schedule ever #I just have one because it keeps me on my toes #and that’s just a personal preference #but even then it’s just sort of a rough guideline— sometimes life stuff happens!! #and remember!!! a chapter that takes time will always be better than a rushed one #sorry to pop off but ya girl has had. A Week. #I’m not mad just a little tired #probably gunna delete tomorrow #but for now g’d night #pastel prattling

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi is sooo stray cat coded to me. you find him hurt and bleeding near your house one day, and maybe you only clean his wounds and feed him whatever you had in the fridge, and he just keeps coming back. keeps finding a reason to return to you—he left his phone charger—he never returned your Tupperware—he needs the recipe for that one dish you made that one time even though he knows it’s just a gateway for you to cook it for him again.

and after a while, you just start inviting him in with no hesitation or need of an excuse. he’s such a stray cat kinda dude, just slinks in whenever he feels like it. knocks things over because he finds your reactions funny. steals your food and your warmth and your side of the bed.

after a while, you two fall into a routine with each other. he comes over and messes with you until he gets bored and leaves again, only to pop up in fewer intervals every time. but, as time goes on, in those moments, he just likes to watch you. keep his hands to himself—sometimes—and admires your daily routine. thinks to himself that this is what normalcy is like, asks himself why does he crave it with you so badly?

Dabi watches you from the corner of your bed as you sit in front of your mirror to dab on your makeup. he’s learned what the hell primer and bronzer is and the quickest way to do eyeliner, and it fascinates him more than it should. he watches you prance out of the bathroom after a shower in just your underwear and a towel on your head. how you lather your skin in these fancy oils and body butters, but finds himself asking if they’re safe on still healing burned skin.

he watches you cook him dinner and clean the living room and enjoy your shitty music and tv shows and cry over your dumb romance books and he just. he just can’t believe he’s fallen into this domesticity with you, this normalcy, as he finds himself not watching anymore but doing—with you, beside you. and he finds that he likes it. just a little.

#I love this dude fr #I had a dream about him last night #actually I had two dreams #and one was about me being obsessed w this girl after she saved me #but she hated me bc she wasn’t gay lmfao #BUT HIS dream I don’t even remember honestly #just us sitting in a room painted orange with a bunch of Knick knacks in it #idk I’ve been having like twenty dreams a night #ANYWAY I’m obsessed w him vury much so #ALSO I got some chunky yarn for crocheting so wish me luck in trying it again!!!! #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬