#boxing t

[arcadebroke]

link

#Bao T. Nguyen #my kerotan + ga-ko mgs3 ps2s #mgs3 #art #@bao_t_nguyen #kerotan #ps2 #design #box art #gaming #video games #retro gaming #playstation 2

[remash]

i/o cabin ~ erling berg | photo credit: carlos rollán

#architecture #cabin #cabins #norway #wood #t+g #simple #minimal #inside outside #kitchens #wood stove #struts #knee brace #modern #box

[boringa55binch]

More Siblings ideas!

Vanessa keeps falling on Gregory due to "Gravity" to annoy him when he asks her leave his room and Freddy is just laughing in the background and telling Vanessa to get off Gregory before he becomes a pancake

sibling tomfoolery

my big brother would do something like this, just randomly sit on me while i'm doing nothing lol

#fnaf #fnaf sb #gregory fnaf #glamrock freddy #vanessa fnaf #3 star fam #anon ask #my art #this has been in my ask box for ages T-T #i'm... slowly going through them

[spockderangementsyndrome]

Star Trek: The Original Series, 1x25 The Devil in The Dark

#star trek #star trek tos #the devil in the dark #kirk/spock #spirk #the premise #everyone forgive me for overtagging and also the little box symbol in the subs #anyway i'm obsessed with them #spock #james t kirk

[whatsanameanyway]

fhishjing...

#t them #grian #geminitay #hermitcraft #sunblings #? is that their duo name #idk i refer to them as fishing buddies in my head and to my friends #theyre fishing buddies to me #because they fihs #i love whatever the dynamic theyve got going on is its so silly #my art #ive become almost obsessed with them theyre great #and in s10 specifically to me its like #they come in a box together #do not separate #the art is supposed to be matching but inversed?but idk how well i got it across

[greytern]

for drawing requests aaaa!!! I love your style so much!! could we see Grelle and William cuddlin....

I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭 HERE YOU GO

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #william t spears #grelliam #grell x william #my art #my asks #i seriously need to get to my ask box.....

[see-arcane]

It never occurred to me until now, listening to @re-dracula and hearing only the doomed pleading and final cry, that Dracula really doesn’t take the time to waste words on any of the Demeter’s sailors. He’s been picking these men off one and two at a time, maybe idling long enough for a few entertaining scares in the dark, before taking his fill and disposing of the leftovers in the sea. Pick, pick, pick, with not so much as a line to spare for his victims about why.

Why are you doing this to us? Why do this to all of us?

People have commented before about Dracula following foolish gluttony and endangering himself on a crewless ship...but the weather proves, as it did last year, that it’s only half true. Dracula owns the weather. The storm and fog are his. He can steer the vessel into England’s shore with or without a man at the wheel now. Everyone aboard is free game to him.

So he will devour everyone, indulging in full. But none of these men are what Jonathan was, or what Dracula’s prospective new conscriptions-to-be in England will be. Those are projects. Quarries to collect. The sailors are no more or less than cattle to him and he carves through them with all the personal interest of a butcher. Why?

Because he wants to. Because he can. And that’s all the impetus he needs.

#anyway Dracula is a greedy gluttonous ba(t)stard and I want to throw all his dirt boxes overboard #the demeter #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily

[soracities]

traveling to see a long distance lover in a few months and we're both about 5'4.. its symmetry of the heart! its completing a matching set after 20 years! its fitting over each other like milkcrates! its our shadows lining up! its picking same-sized clothes to exchange so we can still hold each other after i go! im in love and its my scariest secret! i am in love!!!!!

anon this is..........i am..............oh my godddd 😭

#ask #Anonymous #how can you just drop this haunting piece of poetry in my inbox like its no big deal 😭 #i hope your shadows dance in perfect symmetry i hope the milk crates hold each other firmly and without wavering i hope every item of #shared clothing after your meeting greets you with the surprise of a love letter through the mail box opening to the familiarity of a well #loved hand in yours i hope you have the most the most the MOST beautiful time when you meet your beloved i hope its like the sun emerging t #warm you on all sides #love is a house with many rooms

[its-a-me-mango]

Can you guess how many fan child of smg34 being created in tik tok and tumblr?

There's like thousands of them-

(Man 3 and 4 are getting very busy lately in the igloo-)

I love SMG34 fan kids I think they're great, I do think they're all bestowed upon them through some kind of divine intervention though because you know they wouldn't stand for carrying a child, they'd abort that thing immediately.

#mangos mystery ask box #sorry. abort that thing immediately is such a verbal stim to me i can;t stop saying it. on my mind always #I haven't seen all of them but I do genuinly love all the ones i've seen they're all so creative :3

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Opel Kadett Swinger, 1975. Opel were the only GM subsidiary to make a 2door saloon version of the General Motors T-Car. In 1975 Opel offered "Swinger" versions of numerous models, including the Kadett C. They were entry level versions with special graphics and it proved a popular option

#Opel #Opel Kadett Swinger #Opel Kadett #1975 #GM T-Car #General Motors T-Car #1970s #Swinger #special edition #3 box #2-door saloon

[eightyuh]

one thing about me is that i have rewatched angelic layer at least 3 times 🥚🪽

#angelic layer #battle doll angelic layer #clamp #hikaru angelic layer #angelic layer hikaru #fanart #one of these rewatches was tonight. in one sitting 😅 #it's not even that good 😭😭 #u G/T ppl might get a kick out of it tho idk #i wanna say it was one of my first 10 animes tho so when i saw the box set cheap at anime nyc i snatched it #<---- SUCKER for physical media #mind controlled barbie dolls but make them fight each other

[angermango]

alternative title: Why Kratos never asked the dwarves to help teach Atreus how to... woo.

#god of war #gow #brok #sindri #gow brok #gow sindri #huldra brothers #>>mango(t)art #brok on a box lmao because the og image the man was too tall #the originals are probably among my favorite images on the internet ever #next to the goth bride pizza women on the subway #i just want to know the story behind those presentations and did anyone get a recording #also having a whirl with alt text on images it took me stupid long to realise that's a thing huh

[flareboi]

hihihi could you maybe draw chosen,, i love ur design for them a lot ehehe

hey emo boy hey hey hey emo boy

#saw this boy at the mall last week got the kinda look to make me freak he had long ass hair with the t #jokes aside enjoy your boy. yaa #my art #art req #gijinka #ava #ask box #ava tco #ava the chosen one #(🔥🔥🔥he looked so sick like he was dying if i said he wasnt hot then id be lyin please handsome dont be coy come on f me emo boy)

[t3a-tan]

Okay, we know Oliver isn't scared of James but.. what if James (accidentally or not) actually did something that would scare the shit outta Oliver? Make Oliver feel totally vulnerable and terrified?

We really need to see their angst!

(love your work🥰)

You guys asked for it. Ironically @justme315 also just made a post whilst I was in the middle of writing it about wanting some good angst-- hopefully this is filling enough. I also tied this into the injury prompt 31 which was requested!

31) "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Word count: 1,685

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“We all make mistakes, James. It's a part of life. You shouldn't hold onto that guilt forever. You said yourself that Emily forgave you for—”

“Emily forgiving me doesn't fix anything! Fuck, Oliver— I… I don't want your therapy-speak right now, it's just pissing me off!” James interrupted, a slight growl in his tone as he levelled a half-glare in the borrower's direction. His hands gestured as he spoke to emphasise his point. He knew Oliver was only trying to help, but he always made it sound so simple when life just wasn't like that.

Oliver winced at the volume but didn't let it bother him too much, sensing that if he told James to quiet down that might just aggravate him further. He focused instead on what James said. Therapy-speak?

“That's…just how I speak, James. I'm sorry if it made things worse, I’ll try to…hm.” He paused, thinking over what to do to fix his speech in the moment. “I’ll try not to say too many words. I understand that can be overwhelming for some people when they're in distress. My apologies.”

James groaned, slamming an elbow onto the edge of the table as he buried his face in one of his hands for a moment. He looked up, brows furrowing with irritation clear in his expression. “You are literally doing it right now—”

Oliver bristled.

“Oh. I'm…sorry. I'm just trying to communicate clearly so my intentions and feelings aren't misunderstood.” He hesitated again for a moment as he tried to figure out what about his speech was therapy-speak. Did James not want comfort..? But then what was Oliver supposed to do? He certainly wasn't going to participate in James's self-loathing. He offered a reassuring smile. “How would you like me to speak? I just want to help.”

James inhaled slowly before letting out a huff, closing his eyes and burying his face in both hands now. Rather than answering Oliver he stayed like that; silent, annoyed but trying to hold it back. He knew Oliver just wanted to help— but sometimes that just made James feel worse because Oliver had it all figured out and James didn't.

Sometimes he admired Oliver so much, but other times he felt so jealous. Even now, James knew that he was being the bad guy. Oliver wasn't a malicious person and clearly only cared but James really didn't want care right now. He wanted to shout and yell and throw things and collapse in a corner and cry to himself as the thought of one drink wouldn't hurt kept replaying in his mind over and over again.

Sometimes he just needed that time to get it all out so it wouldn't keep bubbling up inside of him, and Oliver was the one who was keeping him from that. Ultimately neither option would fix the relationships he had broken, so it didn't matter which one he picked, right? Self-destruction was probably some fucked up form of self-love in some way.

“I’m sorry—” Oliver began, feeling slightly on edge seeing James be so quiet and simply assuming, correctly, that he had spoken wrong again. He didn't like the feeling at all. He hadn't felt it before when facing an angry human; even angry dangerous humans; because James was his friend and he wasn't used to seeing him in that way. It felt wrong.

And something was clearly wrong because before Oliver could react, he was snatched up into a fist and lifted up to eye level. The position he was grabbed in was less than comfortable, and Oliver had been startled seeing the movement come from someone who hadn't really grabbed him much since their first meeting. Fully facing James's glare felt almost akin to staring down a gun barrel and Oliver felt nervous despite himself.

“Would you shut up?!! I didn't ask you for help or advice, so stop fucking telling me how I’m supposed to fucking feel!! I'm not stupid— I already know that this isn't bloody productive, but for God sake Oliver, you don't know shit about what I've done!!” James knew he was taking out his anger at himself on Oliver right now, but he just wanted him to stop trying.

Oliver grimaced at the further increase in volume, especially from up close. Even after the shouting and swearing though he could still only see that his friend was suffering and all he wanted to do was help. James might not want it, but he needed it at that moment… He needed to break free of these self-destructive patterns.

“I know you aren't a monster.” He responded simply, and despite his slight unease Oliver still managed to meet James's gaze with his own; seeing right through him and into the hurt that was beneath all of the anger. He could see how watery his friend's gaze was.

And that was what made James snap.

He just wanted to get a reaction— some confirmation of his own thoughts and feelings about himself. He wasn't thinking straight.

James squeezed his hand slightly.

He regretted it in the same second he did it, breath hitching and his hand immediately dropping back down to the table and releasing Oliver onto it like a reflex. His expression of anger quickly became one of horror as he processed the small crack he had heard and felt when he had squeezed. Oliver always seemed so invincible that the harsh reminder that he wasn't hit James like a ton of bricks.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” James gasped, blinking quickly to try to keep the water out of his eyes. Why did I do that? Why on Earth did I do that?? His hand covered his mouth slightly seeing Oliver's alarmed and dazed expression as he raised his arm and looked upon his newly broken wrist. I did that. Oh god.

“I'm…fine…” The borrower uttered slowly, still focused on the injury. The adrenaline rush was likely responsible for the numbness he felt buzzing through his whole body and keeping the pain from being unbearable, so he was fine. For now. His voice wavered slightly and he found it difficult to look up at his friend at the moment.

Is this fear? Why am I afraid..? James is my friend, and this was an accident. He wasn't trying to break anything I'm sure… Oliver brought his other hand up to cradle the injury only to notice his hand was shaking. Not just his hand…his whole body. No. I can't be scared. It will only make things worse…

Oliver looked down at his shoes, trying to gather himself again but failing miserably.

“I.. I'm sorry that I hurt you so much, James. I don't mean to.” He felt something wet roll down his cheek and drip onto the floor. Stunned by the fact that he was crying right now, Oliver wiped it off with his uninjured hand before looking at his slightly dampened fingertips with a furrowed brow of confusion.

“Fuck. Oliver don't apologise, I…” James trailed off. He had never seen Oliver shake or cry before— and even if Oliver was still talking fine James could hear the fear in his voice. “I can help. Just—”

As he reached forward to offer Oliver a hand and take him to where the medical supplies were kept, the usually stoic borrower suddenly backpedalled, stumbling back so suddenly that he ended up falling backwards and onto his behind. James's hand snapped back like it had been burned and his lips pressing into a stressed line.

Oliver's heart was pounding as he stared up at James. He had never been like this before, and he didn't like it at all… I need to get a hold of myself. It was an accident. It was an accident… Despite him assuring himself of that again and again his mouth felt dry as he met James's horrified gaze. He was reminded of the glare that had been there only moments ago.

“It…it was an accident. You wouldn't break anything on purpose… It was a mistake.” He murmured to himself, shoulders bunching up and knees being brought closer to his chest. Even when other humans had given him similar injuries, Oliver had never felt like this. He hesitated, looking down again. “Could I have some medical supplies?”

James stood up quickly, wincing as he saw Oliver flinch in response. He opened his mouth to apologise again before deciding against it and quickly going to the kitchen to retrieve the first aid kit. You haven't changed. Even after everything you haven't changed.

He took a deep breath to try to settle his nerves as he grabbed everything needed and walked back in. Oliver was still sitting in the same position; still not looking at him. I took it for granted again. James set the kit down before resting his hands on the edge of the table. He bit his lip.

“Can I help..?” He asked, desperate to try and right his wrong at least a little. He deflated as he saw Oliver's small shake of the head.

“I would like to be alone for a while, please. I..I don't like how I'm feeling at the moment…” Oliver spoke and James hated how he could hear the nervous trembles in his voice. Still, he nodded, standing up more slowly this time. As he looked down at his friend from this position it became clear just how small and vulnerable he was… He blinked again but it didn't help with the tears this time as one simply rolled down his cheek anyway.

“I’m sorry…” He uttered softly. Why did I think it was okay to grab him in the first place? Just because I can? What kind of monster would do something like that..? Lip trembling slightly, James turned and began to walk away only to pause when he heard Oliver's voice again.

“I forgive you.”

James stood still for a few more moments before leaving the room and sitting at the edge of his bed, cradling his head in his hands. He grit his teeth, shutting his eyes tightly.

Forgiveness wouldn't fix anything.

#g/t community #ocs #g/t artist #ask box #g/t #g/t writer #borrowers #oc asks #ask #giant/tiny #g/t angst #g/t writing #giant/tiny writing

[scintilans]

it’s the evil nefarious villainous sorcerer solomon!!!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #why must all solomon events involve celestial blessing boxes T-T #i always gotta suffer for best boy ugh >_<

[prince-liest]

I just wanna gush bc omg I love the 666 series so much. I think it made me realize I might be... furry-ish? adjacent? I just find it so satisfying how you go into detail about the unique body features of both of them, the way it feels to have deer ears or kiss a TV and just generally how much thought is put into the way their bodies work, and I've realized that my interest in that kind of idea is a pretty good reason to partake in more explicitly furry media lmao. Anyways

I'm also really in love with how you maintain the balance of each of their personality traits. Vox is simultaneously so pathetic and cringefail (also your dialogue for him is perfect, I can hear it crystal clear in my head) but also he has vastly more emotional intelligence than Alastor, no doubt at least in part because he has to deal with Val, and he's able to marginally calm down with his obsession to deal with sticky situations, but even then he still retains his personality and bumbles things sometimes because of the flaws in said personality! It's great. I also really appreciate the balance you've struck with Alastor, I feel like often Alastor is either written to either soften up so immediately that it feels disconnected from his character or is written overly mean and heartless for my liking and the way you've written him is such a delicious balance between softer aspects such as the prey instincts or moments of vulnerability and his untouchable and manipulative self, and also the way this side of him is neither written as wholly a front or wholly his real nature and the complex ways this makes him struggle with his increasing vulnerability. TL;DR arghgr your characterization is so good it makes me go a little feral

Also while I'm here, I'm curious whether you can give an answer to the degree to which Alastor is touch-averse. There's obviously a lot of ways in which he fundamentally dislikes touch but it also seems like there's at least some kinds of touch where he doesn't dislike the touch itself so much as he's afraid of the way it brings about feelings of caring and/or enjoyment being cared for. I'm curious how much, in general, you would say his touch aversion comes from either cause and possibly what kinds of touch do/don't provoke those flavors of aversion

Omg, what a lovely ask to receive. Honestly, everything you said that you enjoy about how I characterize these two is very much what I've been actively gunning for, so it's an absolute delight to see it outlined back to me. Success!!! Thank you so much!

And ahaha - I'm not a furry but I fucking love inhuman characters. Being raised in the pits of Homestuck fantroll RP made me enjoy the whole "they're bug/fish aliens" thing and it definitely rears its head again any time I encounter characters with inhuman qualities. I love writing Vox's TV/computer-ness and Alastor's deer and radio bits, and integrating them into who they now are as people.

As for Alastor's touch-aversion: It's funny that you ask about this, because the next chapter of 666 is going to dive into it a bit. Specifically into the fact that it's not, like, a set of boundaries that is consistently defined, and I write him that way on purpose. The very first time he and Vox sleep together, Alastor bottoms. He becomes significantly less amenable to touch after he goes through an uncomfortable rut cycle that gets sexual. By the time Vox convinces Alastor to fuck him, Alastor would never let Vox do that again and frankly only agrees to topping because Vox gave him an option that didn't involve getting his dick out. Then in the next episode, they're having clothes-off sexual contact. So, what gives?

Things that play into Alastor's willingness to touch and be touched as far as Vox is concerned:

How does he see Vox at that point in time? Disgustingly entitled (ew)? Hilariously beneath him (haha who cares)?

Does he care about what Vox thinks of him? Does Vox touching him draw his attention to positive or negative assumptions he has about Vox's perspective on doing so?

What value has he attached to this particular touch in the power balance of their relationship? Is he humoring Vox? Does he assume Vox thinks he's owed this? Does he perceive it as something Vox is genuinely doing for him?

Has he tried this particular kind of touch before? He's pretty willing to experiment, but that doesn't mean he'll do something twice without a compelling reason if he didn't like it the first time.

Is he getting off on this situation sexually? If so, is it fully willing (read: not a byproduct of uncomfortable hormones) on his part? That only really happens when he's in a submissive role and Vox is hitting a few very specific kinks, a major one of which is basically CNC tilted 30 degrees to the left.

Is he enjoying the touch in platonic ways? How does he feel about that? Is it a vulnerability to want something? Is it feeding his ego to be catered to? Is he worried that what he enjoys platonically is being read into in ways he doesn't like?

Is he fucking drunk? Things that bother you when sober often seem like a non-issue when you're not, both on a physical and emotional level.

How much touching has been happening recently? Has he hit his limit? Did he deliberately put himself into a situation earlier to have his limit be hit and surpassed, and now he's in the aftermath?

He does have a certain fundamental purely physical dislike of touch, but it's something that is really affected by how he perceives each individual situation as well as his relationship with Vox at that time, and his previous experiences!

#ask #personal #Anonymous #t #hazbin hotel #my writing #666 live on air #I'm not a furry but the perils of being agender aromantic and asexual #aka the full complement of “none of the above” box checks LOL #means that a lot of the time I feel vaguely detached from the ways people tend to even subconsciously define humanity #I think that's where a lot of my appreciation for inhuman traits in very human characters comes from #(also my favorite SFF genre is “non-human entity struggles with very human emotions” as well a la murderbot and imperial radsch) #(ANYWAY. tangent.) #long post