#FLIPPING YET AGAIN

[starryfruitelope]

john meets john and gerome...for his bday that i cannot skip

forgive me that i went in hiatus back on pride month..i almost run into creative's block🥲

#I HATE THAT I HAVE TO RUSH YET ANOTHER DRAWING #FLIPPING YET AGAIN #tvdint #kyuushi #kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #john the armadillo #pillar john #gerome #pizza tower

[stevebabey]

part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

-

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

#at this point call this the 'can i' series #sweet boys asking each other for things they most certainly would be given <3 #but don't think they will <3 #tried to flip it and make it so even tho eddie is used to touch. the romantic touch? he's got none! that's where he's touch-starved #ALSO EVERYONE'S TAGS WERE SO NICE ON THE LAST ONE #trust i am. not feelin so bad nowadays (me saying this like 4 days later lmao) #but <3 thank u all #gay ppl in my phone.... you know what to do #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #touch-starved steve harrington #not rlly anymore hehe #does anyone notice that it ends with yet another 'can i?" question? HEHE #yet again stib gets kisses where ruby doesn't but alas <3 dis is way fluffier this time #nearly went the angst route! and went hmmmm naur #ok ok i'll be quiet now

[scatterbrainedbot]

the trouble with being the one who survives is you must keep on doing it

inspired directly by @onionninjasstuff 's heart wrenching comic of Future Donnie's death (read it!!)

#my art #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #future donnie #future mikey #future leo #still not a million percent happy with the formating #but this is prolly the closest thing to a 'polished comic' ive made yet #think it wound up more like an 'emotional equivilant of a toddler kicking u in the shins' rather than 'steel bat to the knees' but eh #shrugs #at this point ive stared at it for too long so bam onto the internet it goes #also lmao i was just having fun w leos arm #and i knew it was super not even close to how his canon proesthetic looked #but i was just having fun w the mechanical nonsense #and then later i was like ah shit what color are his pants again lemme go watch a clip and check #and wouldnt ya know it i flipped the colors on his arm too #i think i actually prefer canons green shoulder w red bicep/band butttt #we can say this is an older prototype arm #which would mean donnie mustve left him a shiny new arm #that he'll never get to hear a speech mode ramble explination of #:') #u ever just think about how grief is this thing you have to take with you #its not just something you can walk away from not just an event that happens #its perpetual and part of you now #like its every time you go to make an immediate inside joke but theres no one there to share it #its every question you never got to ask and every new question you never will #every task you must reassign #every doubt that goes unreassured #its a silence that you bring with you to every room #haunting is so selfmade and i love it so much

[bobzora]

um. hi. forgot to post these for pride month

#picmix #persona #p2 spoilers #<-implied #my art #<- i guess.this is mostly so i can find these again lol #flashing tw #blinking tw #gif #am i funny yet #the teddie one kindof sucks. i just made it 4 my brother cuz he likes teddie lmao #these r really fun to make lmao #my personal favorite is the tanaka one btw. #i flipped p1mc's art so the earring's on the gay ear. #sorry for cishet ally junpei by the way #any questions? bye.

[amazingspider-z]

Continuing to be back on my bullshit, I'm rounding out the year with the next installment of my Blue Beetle au nonsense or.

AKA @wazzappp 's Blue Beetle headcanons give me life and I'm yoinking them because. Everyone deserves a little body horror. As a treat.

(Well. Except for Oo'Li, by virtue of being the type of alien (yk more or less) that the scarabs are using for that sweet sweet basic DNA template)

Anyway, following my timeline of Jaime ending up with his second 'upgrade' after the reboot re: Khaji Da's last ditch effort to keep him from smashing into the ground of terminal velocity, Xiomara and Roma end up more buggified after their altercation with the Crimson Scarab in issue...2? I think, when their powers get drained, in the same vein of their scarabs getting inventive with ways for their hosts to defend themselves in power drain scenarios.

In keeping with their power-sets/specialities, Roma ends up with a scorpion-esque tail (yes ik that's not an insect but if she can manifest tentacles Im saying it counts) and retractable claws, while Xiomara has fully armored hands/gauntlets and extra insectoid legs

#jaime reyes #oo'li a'barr #roma lopez #xiomara erazo #reachling au #it took me almost a. month and fighting for my life against art block (and ok. being distracted by ghost rider) but i made it #kicking and screaming but i made it #yeah idk why i added fancy dress even tho. i lost steam soo fast its just. some social/public event about the Horizon idk #anyway roma and xiomara might have escaped reachification but buggification leaves no prisoners #speaking of which. technically ig the Horizon are fairly alien-y for. a protagonist alien species (<so has to be bc of the Reach) but #can always be more :) #it is. soo obvious i started using references 4/5 the way into this but. whatever its fine #and ok. the teasing between oo'li and jaime did get me #....it might just bc bc i made jaime like. 1/3 reach and i think the hypothetical interplay would be fun #the cultural barriers! the flipping of it being his humanity that's new to oo'li vs the uh. everything else hes got going on #its about the vibes (<aroace and yet again leaning into relationships as a thought experiment maybe but. whatever) #also she's taller than him and yk. thats always fun

[demodraws0606]

Ok this is gonna sound very condescending but I feel like some people need to hear this :

What q!BBH isn't : Doesn't actually care about the eggs, always has harmful intentions, faking amnesia, doesn't care for his friends

What q!BBH is : A caring father, is very kind to the people he cares about, very much has issues he needs help with

What q!BBH isn't : "Just a little mischievious", better than *insert character who may have done one immoral act*, undeserving of consequences, a good person

What q!BBH is : Manipulative, willing to hurt and kill others for his own goals, has some level of enjoyement over causing people pain, doesn't have any sort of moral compass, overall a pretty shitty person

#qsmp #q!bbh #q!badboyhalo #bbh #badboyhalo #when i see either end of the spectrum i just become the neutral face emoji #like please #some nuance i swear if i hear another #“q!bbh is just a little mischievious” i will flip my table #he is NOT just a little guy #the whole q!tina base thing makes me want to pull my hair out yet again just #people just misinterpret that scene so fucking hard i want to Cry #no he is not faking his amnesia tf you talking about #it's okay i'm fine

[anna-scribbles]

my cover art for metamorphosis chapter 7 from yesterday 👀👀

#i like this so i’m making you look at it again ehdbwnd #i wanted to post the flipped version #if you haven’t yet given in to metamorphosis brainrot. consider this a sign #my art #miraculous ladybug #ml #marinette dupain cheng #vice-roi violet #ml fic rec

[pippyparty]

trying to get back into drawing oiuuughh ft one of my dip auz

#pip's art #i never flipped the canvaz thiz could look like shit for all i know #cw blood #cw dead animal #?? #poorly drawn but juzt in caze #i didnt feel like coloribg... #my head hurtz really bad #bazically thiz au iz juzt #pip getz sent down go earth from heaven to kill damien bcuz hez the antichrist #but he decidez not to after falling in love with him #exvept itz not like oh he changed hiz violent wayz juzt for him ❤️❤️ no he iz crazy inzane coo coo juzt in love now #and damien iz weirded out by him n shit bbut cant bring himzelf to hate him #theyre both #really out of character #at leazt from how i perceive them #but thatz kinda the point #im not really taking any of it zeriouzly #itz kinda bazed off the little cringe mary sue thingiez i would make when i waz younger so itz juzt #an excuze for me to be silly and not really tske it seriouzly #alzo yea about pip being crazy and coo coo i gave him a scythe but i donr know how to draw it yet #i choze a scythe bcuz #....??? #idk it remindz me again of thoze mary sue ocz i uzed to mske #unironically i kinda love mary suez #a lot actually #theyre really fun tk mske #andreally noztalgic #um ok im gonna keep napping now bye #heavenlypark

[nocherryblood]

I am waay too tired to finish this off, so here, take this away from me

Based off of this Pinterest post.

Slight alternate version under the cut:

#And yes #I know the 'expected' roles are flipped- please consider that PB is a little gremlin and also a sleep deprived scientist- Iiii thin #k she can have this one. as a little treat. #bubbline #marceline abadeer #bonnibel bubblegum #princess bubblegum #wlw #artists on tumblr #this one is so “low effort” yet took 4 and a half HOURS ugh 😫 #adventure time #adventure time fanart #im just gonna post this before my brain goes: “wait you forgot to colour this part--” #digital art #ibispaintx #who knows if ill ever finish it- its me. i know. i probably won't. unless i get really into it again. was fun drawing it tho #...hiding this down here but i hc that peebs has psoriasis bc don't you. she's a stressed girlie :(. so yes she has slight scars and marks. #and in this house we love that

[pc-98s]

guess whose whole (vaccinated) family has covid and is currently in their house

this guy

#I'M NOT SICK YET BUT I SWEAR TO GOD IF I GET COVID AGAIN I'M GONNA FLIP MY SHIT #my sister started having the same symptoms i did when it started so i convinced her to test #now everyone gotta test. please let my previous infection's immunity come through for me #since they all had the booster and still got sick #i do NOT want to get covid again since i already HAVE long covid

[craycraybluejay]

people think i'm "rude" for being too blunt/too honest but if i took some kind of uncontrollable truth-telling serum i would be actually suicide-inducingly horrible to be around. i'm honest but trust that i take care to be much more polite, fair, and controlled at most times than I want to. you could not take 5 minutes of me blurting out everything that goes on in my brain in gruesome detail, especially pertaining to You specifically. kindness and courtesy are neither a weakness nor proof of some inherent purity. they are a bore of a chore. and while it is an incredibly irritating chore it is required in order to exist (less) hassled by society.

idk. it's truly annoying to spend much effort and energy on all of everything alone. and after accepting no help will come your way, no ackmowledgement or reward for your work comes either. and not only. instead comes punishment. punishment for the grave sin of not being good enough at pretending like i love small talk and not being good enough at kissing ass and not being good enough at neither keeping my head down and doing nothing nor making waves. not being good enough no matter which way you turn, what weight you pull, how much pain you opt to ignore in favour of pushing onward. there is no prize, no safe space, there is only the anger in the meaningless and base fight to survive. hatred, death, despair, the deep wells of agony. and within it all a part of you screams itself hoarse and then quiet to break the dam. at such high capacity, it doesnt matter of its toxic sludge or just water. "just water" kills everything in its path. tsunamis, typhoons, tropical storms, rainstorms, deadly hail... a little bit builds up and in the right place it can be cried out, or redirected, or simply evaporate in the warm, kind, invigorating rays of the sun. but what then if there is no place for that kind of thing. you are the river above a city and you grow and you grow and come the next storm you may just flatten it all to nothing with everyone inside. the dam allows no space to move or grow smaller. you grow so big you don't know if it's even a river anymore. what you are is some strange unnatural body with a riptide so intense it rivals the wildest ocean tides.

i remember the time i almost got swallowed by a storm riptide clearly. it took just a touch of the water and i am being pulled by a force stronger than anything i have felt before or again, something wild and so much bigger. a storm that no longer wants or has any purpose or even one clear cause... without reason, it doesn't *want* to destroy ships and tug people to their crushed deaths. no. it just-- will. it will do that. it has no will but it will kill you. it will destroy everything. what a beautiful terror. but why in me. tugging tugging tugging. sometimes i wish my weak little kid body got seized by the riptide and that i could not break free at all. that would be an epic death.

#rambles #someone promised me a visit to a rage room!!!! they must deliver!!!!!! #i must admit i do look down on the one that rages like a traumatized little bitch-- dog #at every little thing #the one who-- in the real world-- is too angry and stupid even to shut its mouth when it kills itself #here i am with all this anger you put inside me and its enough to genuinely want to wipe our planet dead #and here i am calmly listening to you air your pathetic grievances while i think of smashing your skull in with this hammer #and you. you... like a little baby given power. #and here i fucking am taking it and trying so hard to maintain. as if it wouldnt be such a relief to just let go #as if i havent envied you for your senseless retarded pursuit of being so unapologetically terrible to people #as if i wouldnt do anything to trade our minds and places and be the stupid eternal toddler #people think the things i occasionally say or do are anger. it is not #how many switches will you flip and buttons will you push until you choose the wrongest one yet #how much longer must i withstand this pressure with my hands under me and my teeth pressed firmly together #how many more times do i have to stop in the middle of acting on instinct. instinct to survive and fight #instinct that will destroy indiscriminately. #if its like this for long enough... do you think water can become fire? youve heard of hell freezing over but have you heard of earth #becoming hell? #again i cant sleep. the energy is suffocating. i need to be held tightly and to tussle till my body gives out #no i need to feel bones crack under me.

[snowyfrostshadows]

So this ended up longer than I thought it would

Whoops.

#dumb doodles #luigi's mansion #king boo #e. gadd #mario's having an absolutely WILD time watching this go down #because SOMEONE forgot to put the portrait back in 'freeze mode' #oh well; i'm sure there's absolutely no consequences of having his current rival's brother see him being all weirdly chummy with e. gadd #none at all #...i do wonder if i'm already flanderizing e. gadd a little #i barely know the guy and yet... #hm #anyways; e. gadd wins the game; king boo flips the board but lets mario out and the two leave the mansion unharmed #so he can try the whole scheme over again next week when luigi's free #and elvin's not tied up over dumb boundaries to be helpful and bring the brat over so he's not LATE again

[sysig]

Silly goofy StanNarrator (Patreon)

#Doodles #The Stanley Parable #TSP #Silly mode leftover doodles from my alt notebook #I wasn't as concerned with making these finished or pretty but they did turn out cute >:3c #Since I've established that Sinister thinks in images the next logical step is imagining the Narrator - and he hates that ✨ #He is not made to be perceived! He is an imageless entity! A total enigma! Lol #If we as an audience can imagine what a Narrator might look like - to the best of our abilities - I don't see why Stanley wouldn't #Even if he's not Exact - personally I don't think it matters lol the Narrator isn't /meant/ to have a fixed form imo - it's still flustering #You give him so much material to work with Narra! To imagine what face you might make or your body language #Or worst yet when he plays with the mental projection like a doll - much like what the Narrator does to Stanley hehehe #How does it feel to be ''made'' to do things that wouldn't reflect you! It's an interesting role reversal that works within their confines #Also makes me wonder how much Narra would play into it haha - if Stanley ''flipped him upside down'' would he get dizzy? Even a little? #To what degree is he real! To what degree is Stanley real if he's not being interacted with!! The themes!!!! <3 #Anyway lol ♪ Silly Stanley noise chart for funsies #There are a lot of sounds humans can make with their mouths even discounting vocal cords - I could definitely see him doing verbal stims #Who me projecting again? Psh no anyway (lol) #And then some kisses! This is my first time drawing my versions kissing!!! Which actually solidified a new headcanon for the Narrator haha #Because he (ostensibly) needs his mouth to narrate he doesn't like kisses on the mouth :) He weak to it! #Doesn't stop Sin from enjoying kissing him lol - it's a good way to shut up him In Case of Power Play #But sometimes♪ he'll try to respect his wishes - not all the time tho haha

[doomedpuppetyuri]

Zoink put them in the same universe but were too cowardly to put them in the same game because they knew they would be unstoppable as a duo

#flipping death #stick it to the man #stick it to the man game #I am unsure how exactly they fucked up #but there is a raging fire placed conveniently just off of screen due to the artist’s drawing capabilities and penny is probably dead again #I’m never going to stop making jokes about Regan and Eleanor sharing a voice actress am I #the quality is fucked if you’re viewing this on a computer I’m sorry #also mutuals sorry for yet again posting about a fandom that hardly any of you(or anyone on this website) care about #/lh

[wlwitchofwhitestone]

Also now that they've finally kissed at least the rest of fandom will catch up that they've been together the whole time. We told y'all from day one, that's a qpr. They weren't oblivious. Imogen knew Laudna had other priorities - when it came to romance, not to her - and knew exactly what Laudna was okay with. And she waited until she couldn't know, until things had changed and she had to take Laudna at her word instead, and that's what made it matter and I'm just saying. We've been here the whole time having to watch people beg every week for something to become canon that was there from the start. Watched beauj*s start to play out all over again as people swore up and down these two "lesbians" (that's a whole other post) were madly in love and hadn't realized it. Turns out they knew exactly what they were, like we said. You could've saved a lot of time if you'd realized that a kiss isn't what makes a ship canon. I've had a great 65 episodes of a canon ship away from the mainstream fascination with saying things like "whatever they've got going on," but welcome aboard.

#The aspecs had this shit on lock from the word go #It's been exhausting watching everyone else run in circles creating elaborate romances and whatever #For something that was actually already REMARKABLY well defined #And you guys went on about it so long that we couldn't even trust what we were seeing because nobody takes aspecs seriously #So we started to wonder if we were wrong #Wonder if maybe we were building up to yet another stereotypical romance for such an ace coded character #And it turns out! #We were right the whole time #They're not going to flip a switch to sweeping romance #The bond they have had the whole time is the same #It just grew a little #cr spoilers #Not tagging #And again if you start shit I'm blocking #Sure fine I'll give this a #Salt tag

[reliquarian]

i miss like the community of a shared creative space with other people i think. you know a bunch of peoples characters, a bunch of people know yours. rahhhhh

#ive been flipping neo around trying to find like...a spot i wanna focus in on for narrative #but havent found that foothold yet #also rotating tes again #i play fr very consistently and draw it a lot but its not a game i make *characters* in per se