#so uh. yeah

[bridgetserdocksketches]

here's what they don't tell you:

icarus laughed as he fell

#i don't normally draw a guy until the arc actually starts but well #i love me a greek figure and icarus is at the top of that last as is this poem #so uh. yeah #unprepared casters #unprepared casters cloud citadel #uc #uc cloud citadel #clour citadel #rhapsody dayes #art #digital art #my art

[millies-theme]

heeey soooooo my brother moved out last month, and i'm getting my first batch of bills, which shouldn't be a problem, except one of them was like 3x more than it should've been (gonna be contacting them to figure out wtf happened)

so all of my commissions will be 20% off for the next two weeks, except for derps which will be 6$! If you're interested, please dm me :3 If you need more recent examples, please check out my blog here :3

#commissions #commissions open #furry commissions #uh. gas bill was almost 300$ somehow????? #so uh. yeah #wtf

[disastrouscanasta]

did the BoB fallout universe within my brain accidentally expand to include a clegan drabble, yes, yes it did

i actually wrote this for my dear friend @krakerjaksstuff, for not only her unwavering and very much appreciated support, but also to feed her interest in clegan and mota >:3

~

John had still been asleep when the bombs dropped. If it weren’t for Gale dragging his ass out of there the moment things had gone to shit, John would have been another one of the folks obliterated in their own home. He wouldn’t have even known what hit him, he thought.

Instead, he was granted the joy of sterile smelling bed sheets in his carefully furnished bedroom, thick metal walls and a stiff, uncomfortable jumpsuit.

“Suits you, at least.” He told Gale. They’d all gotten issued their things quickly and without much hassle. Not everyone who’d gotten a reservation through Vault-tec’s American Veteran plan had made it to the shelter. John was sure that the empty housing units would haunt him, once he got more familiar with the underground floor plan.

“Yeah, well, it’s better than nothing.” Nothing was what they’d shown up with. Gale had packed a small kit, though it was hiding in the linen closet, wedged between the wall and the lowest shelf. It was just precautionary, supposedly. But neither of them had thought to grab it on their way out.

John had gotten out of there with the skin on his back, barely having enough time to slip on the shoes he’d left out next to the coat rack. Normally Gale would have been on his ass about putting them away with the others, this time he didn’t say a word. Hardly mattered, anyway. They didn’t get to keep their clothes. John would have been hard pressed to miss the pair of boxers and t-shirt he’d walked in with.

“D’you think they’ve got a bar here?” John said. He sat on the sofa in his unit. It was stiff, he was sure the leather had never been sat on before. He could almost smell the factory-freshness of it cut through his stuffy haze.

Gale stood in the kitchenette, pulling open John’s cupboards and drawers. John hadn’t even bothered to look.

“No clue.” Gale shot him a look. “Get a soda.”

“It’s the goddamn apocalypse, Cleven.”

“Get two sodas, then.” Gale crouched down, fiddling with the knobs on the oven.

“You just want me to get you one.”

John didn’t move from his spot on the sofa. He slouched back, laying his head against the back of it. The bright fluorescent lights above his head were glaring. He wondered if there was a way to fix that.

“Y’alright?” Gale asked, still crouching. His knees rested against the dull grey concrete. John wondered how thick the metal beneath it was.

John hummed. He wasn’t sure what he was or what he wasn’t. With every inhale and exhale he felt the stretch of his jumpsuit, he hoped he could break it in fairly quickly. Maybe the old military tricks to soften his boots could help with this thing.

“Just thinking.” He said. “Whole lot to think about.”

“And a whole lot of time to do it.” Gale told him. John heard the patter of his boots as he crossed the room, coming to stand at the arm of the sofa. “Don’t gotta do it all right now.”

“Could have been us dropping those bombs, Gale.” John said anyway. “Could have been us.”

“But it wasn’t.” Gale dropped a hand to his shoulder. “We’re alright.”

“Wonder what happened to the pilots.”

“Maybe the Reds have their own vaults. And I bet they’re drinking Red Colas instead of thinking about some Americans hiding in their own hole in the ground.”

“You’re really caught up about that, huh?” John turned, looking Gale in the eye properly. Everything about the deep set of his light eyes was telling John that they shouldn’t go on with the conversation, that Gale was giving him the easiest outs he could take. “Glad we ended up in the same damn hole in the ground, Buck.”

“Like you wouldn’t have found your way in through some ventilation shaft, maybe you’d dig right through the walls.” Gale squeezed his shoulder. “C’mon, there’s gotta be something that’s more fun than staring at the ceiling.”

“Gonna have to get used to the ceilings in here, might as well start now.”

“Wise-ass. You’ve got time, you can do that later. Isn’t that the whole point of these things anyway?” Gale held out a hand, which John took, letting himself be pulled off of the sofa. Gale gave him a pat on the back, “C’mon. Maybe they’ve got smokes in this joint, just make sure you do it next to the vent or something.”

Gale made good points. Though they were solid reminders that John wouldn’t feel the wind through his hair for another, what? Ten, fifteen years? When they opened the doors back up, he wondered if there’d even be planes out there to fly. More likely than not, the America he knew was gone.

He’d joined the military for his country, at first. He’d stayed for men like Buck. For Buck, he thought sometimes. Well, if he couldn’t have America then by god he’d keep Gale.

~

#playing fast and loose with fallout canon and mota canon for my own personal gain #again this wasn’t planned. though. the luztoye fallout au is 100% planned #and 75% likely to be completed #conceptually multiple BoB ships fit within it but they’re not interconnected #so uh. yeah #feel free to chit-chat about fallout. hbowar. hbowar fallout ‘verse #mota #clegan #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #fallout au

[selestialsprout]

lover, u shouldve come over

makes a lot more sense in my reboot than for vld sry xoxo

previously abandoned this but decided to touch it up to post 🤷‍♀️ yayy art/brain block

#klance #yall i literally started this over a month ago and immediately forgot about it #i couldnt even begin to explain all the symbolism in this so Im Not Gonna #anyways #PLEASE LISTEN TO LOVER YOU SHOULDVE COME OVER #<- by jeff buckley btw #perfect lance song… not gonna lie #((again- my lance. not vld lance)) #theyre pretty different #similar but different #so uh. yeah #early klance dynamic?? maybe #they rly go through it in my reboot #i kinda shelved the reboot for a while tbh. only just started getting back into it #been thinking many thoughts.. #but yeahh. i couldve made this a lot cleaner but i was lazy & didnt want to overwork it #yayyy #keith kogane #vld keith #lance mcclain #vld lance #vld #voltron #fanart #voltron fanart #voltron rewrite #digital art #procreate #my art

[approxtwelveangrybees]

Vash figuring out his feelings first and trying with his whole cowboy self to court Nicholas as unobtrusively as possible, just putting out feelers, only for Nicholas to be more confused than he’s ever been in his goddamn life

#vash is beautiful and powerful and mysterious and he has no idea how to flirt #except for what he read on the ship #so uh. yeah #does this make sense? I see it so clearly in my head #trigun #trigun stampede #Vashwood

[six-white-venus]

did your father cheat on your mother? god i read that part of your poem and it ruined my day (loving)

no, anon. my father did not cheat on my mother

#anon I know you meant to compliment me and I really appreciate it and am glad you like my writing #but. please remember that im a poet/writer #aka a lying liar who lies #I know it's hard to believe everything I write isn't based on personal experience because of how emotional they seem but trust me #I write stuff that didn't happen to me all the time #please leave my poor dad out of it lmao that man is a sweetheart all i write is good stuff about him #only thing that might've given you this idea is something that was clearly stated to be a excerpt from my novel #so uh. yeah #please don't make assumptions about who I am based on my writing. much love

[shuusagi]

Add a little bit of... spice

Sub!Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

This ended up being longer than expected 😭

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive, one that instills fear upon many curses. The definition of power and strength, determination and willpower. And here he is, at your beck and call. He had no weakness, or at least that's what his enemies thought.

You trail a finger down Gojo Satoru's chest, watching it quiver as he lets out a shakey exhale. His hips buck, and he whines once more for your touch. You step around the bed, taking all of him in. He's splayed out on the bed, eyes dazed and hair a mess. His shirt has three buttons unbuttoned alongside his pants, and his eyes watches yours slowly but carefully. The room is humid and quiet, all except for quick breaths and a squeaky fan.

"Y/n, god, I- I need you so bad.."

"Ah ah ah", you tut. "I'm gonna take my time, I love hearing you beg~." He let's out a long whine, one that you've become quite accustomed to, and honestly, one you look forward to.

You grab at his shirt and unbutton the last few buttons and watch as the fabric falls and glides against his skin. His breath hitches from how sensitive you’ve made him. Standing at the side of the bed, you trail your finger down his side, hooking into his pants. He watches attentatively as your fingers glides through his treasure trail, just far enough to give him a taste of what's to come. Your hand comes back up to circle his belly button and lightly tug on his trail. He lets out a choked groan, the pain mixing with pleasure.

"C'mon baby, nghh, why do you have to be so cruel?~" he lets out with a groan.

"Oh please, you, sir, are no better and you know that." You chuckle lightly.

"I- I have no idea what you're-" you swat his thigh and he let's out a yelp. "Y/nnnnn..." He whines out, savoring the light sting on his inner thigh.

Running your hand back up his hard abdomen, you reach his chest and give one of his nipples a firm pinch. He yelps out, and bucks his hips once more, trying to rutt against his pants.

"You're so mean to me" he pouts. You just giggle, relishing in seeing the great Gojo this way. Completely at your whim, blushing and breathless and oh so needy.

You decide enough is enough and climb onto the bed to straddle him, the shift of your weight on his hard on making him groan out loud.

"Do you trust me?" You ask.

"Wha- yea of course. Why?" His eyebrow raises.

You wind up your arm, connecting your palm to his face. His six-eyes activate in the dim light like those touch lamps. His mouth agape, he looks at you in wild bewilderment. But his dick says so much, as it uncontrollably throbs against your sex.

"Did you- you just-"

"Yeah-" you blurt out.

"Uh d-do it again!"

Again, you wind up and slap the other side of his face. This time he let's out a deep groan, something that could be felt deep in his belly. His eyes flutter at the sting, a goofy smile reaches his mouth. He grabs at your hips and ruts his member against you.

"Fuck- ah.. that's new, what was that for?" He moans out.

"For taking my cookies you thief." You giggle once more.

"You know those are my weakness!" He counters back.

"Yea, well so is this~" you begin to grind on his groin slowly, all while throwing his hands from your hips to the side. "But! No touching."

"Uuaah y/n! Cmonnnn!" He crosses his arms and pouts.

You give him a light slap on his left cheek and his head turns to the side. You watch as he bites his lip and moans, a pink handprint mixing with the blush on his pale skin making it stand out even more.

"Mmmoh my god, fine~"

"Now, where were we?"

#gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #my writing #pls be nice its been 9 years since ive written a fic 😔 #constructive criticism is welcome as long as its not condecending 😭 #so uh. yeah #this was intended to be like a bullet list introducing gojos kink for slapping in general. #but here we are

[chayscribbles]

okay serious question,

#i SAID i was gonna launch an online store for my art and by GOD i'm not gonna chicken out this time #except that the only thing i really wanna draw are my silly little ocs. i keep trying to draw other things and i'm just not vibing. #so uh. yeah #chay's shenanigans #ALSO IF YOU VOTE YES YOU GOTTA FOLLOW THROUGH. PLS

[becomedog]

was google translating my way through this interview with Waki and Muto, two of Stampede’s creators

"――[...]Lastly, I was wondering if there is anything you two would like to say to your fans.

I hope you will understand that it is a new interpretation of Vash in the universe of TRIGUN STAMPEDE.

I think Vash's borderless way of life is disgusting. I want to tell you that."

and i was like hm! so i used my very very limited japanese skills to pick out the exact word that was being translated as disgusting

he's using キモ/”kimo” which i think is like... if you've heard 気持ち悪い/"kimochi warui" its the short version of that. there’s not a super direct translation because it’s used in a lot of different contexts and there’s no phrase in english that’s used exactly the same way...but it can be an expression when something gives you a bad, disturbing, and/or sickening feeling.

based on my (again, very weak) understanding at least, i don’t think he’s saying vash's way of life is necessarily Immoral or Wrong... more like..it’s an unmoored way of being that is very disturbing and disruptive- both to vash and the people around him. if that makes sense.

#anyway thought it was interesting... #text #trigun #the most famous use of this in anime at least is the evangelion movie #so uh. yeah #prism anime and manga blogging

[unclekaz]

hey uh. would the audience be interested if i continued machine theory for one more fic so i get to write more gay springtrap x nolan content

#this is a genuine question #because i genuinely want to write more #but the slowburn nature of the current series would take weeks or a month for me to get to write gay content #so uh. yeah #springtrap #fnaf #fnaf fandom #fnaf springtrap #five nights at freddy's #husband material #fic drabble #springtrap x reader #springtrap fic

[sharkys-serious-stuff]

am I real?

I don't feel real anymore. What if I'm just imaginary? What if I'm just a collective hallucination? What if I'm dead? Please. I want to be real. I want to feel real. Let me feel real again damnit.

#vent #i am slowly going insane #mental health #help #anyways #tw derealization #derealization #tw depersonalization #depersonalization #i don't feel real #am i real #so uh. yeah

[feral-ass-raccoon]

funky series of events:

• get prescribed guanfacine

● have an u nholy cough

● be offered mucinex ( warned it may make me drowsy, doesn't give a fuck bc the guanfacine is supposed to do that anyways)

• take the guanfacine two hours after fuckin chugging the dose of mucinex like a shot

• spend another two hours frantivally writing an essay, but get fuckin woozy after standing up to charge comuter

• h oly fuuuuuuuckkkk what the hell

• fall asleep @ midnight or so

• wake up around 4 am thinking "welp. guess i'm Awake now, okay then"

• doze off for like 15 minutes arpund 6:50

• wake up (again) at 7

• zone out while making coffee, specifically while adding the sugar (don't realize until after i leave the apartment just h o w m u c h there is in that shit)

• hallucinate eating half a bagel (coulda sworn i ate one, i did in fact not)

• fuckign shaky as hell all morning bc of lack if food + consuming enough sugar to kill a man

• eat lunch and everythibg is Much Better after that!!!

• What in the Fuck did i do to myself.

moral of the story, Do Not take mucinex w/ guanfacine unless ypu're prepared for a fucking wild next few hours!!!!

#dont worry im fine #no feral/raccoons were harmed in the making of this post #im perfectly okay seriously do not worry #so uh. Yeah #fun times #anyways #raccoon's thoughts #raccoon's Wild Fucking Ride #lmao #not doin this shit again

[woahgaycephalopods]

Splatober 2023: Hairstylist!

made a post about the tentatwists but with an undercut a while ago and decided to reuse it for this

#splatoon #my art #splatober 2023 #splatober2023 #the only oc I have who has a sort of original hairstyle is coral #but her hairstyle is just one of the official ones with the hair down #so uh. yeah

[abysslll]

HUOAGH

#I MIGHT BE GETTING A BORDER COLLIE PUPPY. #NOTHINGS SET IN STONE YET BUT MY PARENTS ARE TOTALLY ON BOARD AND IT LOOKS LIKE OUR APARTMENT ALLOWS PUPPIES #SO UH. YEAH #(<- is behaving very normally about this situation)

[le-velo-pour-dru]

Oh yeah btw. Mikey Way was in my dream last night XD In case my MCR mutuals were wondering the effect their posts have on me

#dru speaks #i think he was like. one of the guests on a show #that was being hosted by jazz emu #so uh. yeah #congratulations guys i genuinely did not expect anything like this XD

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

I am gonna dissappear for so much more of the day than I usually do (school shit) /srs; if a very specific lore event (..'tell Icarus' bro im gonna scream- /pos) gets posted and i don't liveblog my reaction (go absolutely crazy bonkers) to it for a couple of hours, that's why /silly /pos

#yeah. #figured i should warn all things considered #i have a bit and usually im here a lot #but im gonna be on until *maybe* 9:30 ish (possibly 9 or 9:15) and wont be back until like #3 something- #(all in est) #so uh. yeah #if that lore event gets posted and i dont go batshit insane #thats why- #a tag to help find my own posts