#google doodle mouse

[freunwol]

i dont have my tablet with me so mouse doobles

#homestuck #johndave #pepsicola #my art #click for all those crunchy pixels #for those curious the poster says the THE IS OOTH #is the the truth is out there poster as engrained in ppls subconscious as is mine or am i creating google searches #mouse doodle collages my beloved

[corruptspaghetti]

Mickey Monday #1 - Breaking Bad

#googled mickey monday and the first thing that came up was some drug dealer lmao #ms paint #mickey mouse #breaking bad #doodle #corrupt spaghetti

[train-wrecc]

Lover of Mine

marcus baker x female!reader flangst!

word count: 3.5k

warnings!: mentions of cheating, ginny slander?, cussing, unedited writing… gif credit: uknown/ google

Y/n and Marcus had been in an exclusive relationship for around 10 months now, almost a year. Before they had gotten into a relationship they had been flirting back and forth for a few months, neither of them wanting to make the first move until Y/n finally got tired of the cat-and-mouse game they seemed to be playing. 

The pair sat desks away from each other in their math class (both were terrible at math) which happened to be the only class they shared. Y/n was bored out of her mind taking notes that she didn’t even understand, as her teacher's monotone voice droned on and on. The tick of the clock marks the slow strenuous minutes that passed. 

Yn flipped her notebook to another page that was blank, grabbing her mechanical pencil and doodling on the page. She turned glancing to her side Marcus caught her eye. The boy sat drawing on his paper, his bottom lip between his teeth, in concentration. 

Marcus felt a gaze searing into his skin. Looking up his brown eyes immediately met Y/n’s, and a smirk grew on his face, before he winked at the girl, his eyes focusing back on his drawing. Which happened to be the girl which had captured his attention and heart from the moment he had begun to get to know her.

Y/n returned to her doodling in an attempt to hide her embarrassment from being caught staring at the boy. It randomly occurred to her, just do it, ask him, and be done with this phase. 

She began writing the question onto the page, she knew it was a very child-like thin n to do however she thought it’d be a funny way to ask.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” 

Following the question, three boxes, one marked “Yes” above it, the other “Is that even a question, yes” and the last one read, “I’m a dumb skater boy :P…”. 

Y/n folded the paper in half, writing the boy’s name on the lined paper. She passed it to the person next to her, “Can you pass this to Marcus for me?” She questioned receiving a nod from the boy in the seat to her right.

She watched as the note made its way onto Marcus’s desk. The boy looked up recognizing the girl's handwriting, eyebrows raised in curiosity at the girl's actions. To which she returned his smirk from minutes before, nodding at the note.

Marcus unfolded the paper, taking in the doodles at first before his eyes fell upon the question leaving him in a stupor at the words. His jaw left slack, before returning his gaze back to the girl shaking his head, a small smile gracing his face. 

He checked the box labeled “I’m a dumb skater boy :P…” a smile on his face before creating another box checking and labeling it “hell yeah, I thought you’d never ask”. The note was passed back to Y/n, a gargantuan grin on her face as she opened the note, viewing the boy's response.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

It was their 10-month anniversary, and Marcus decide what better way to celebrate his and Y/n’s relationship than shooting each other with paintballs. “You’re going down, Baker,” Y/n smirked at the boy. “We’ll see about that, Y/l/n. You’re all bark, no bite.” He let out a chuckle at the girl, who shook her head in response. 

The couple arrived at their destination, where they were welcomed by one of the workers, who helped the pair prepare for their battle. Y/n and Marcus were now fitted in their protective attire and standing in front of the course, which had various hiding points, and objects to use to their advantage. Marcus leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his girlfriend's soft lips, Y/n reciprocated the kiss, before they both pulled away. “May the best paintballer win,” Marcus said causing Y/n to laugh, and a smile to grow on his face before the pair saluted each other. The worker brought Y/n to the opposite end of the course, a high-pitched ring signaling the start of the battle.

The pair made their way to the opposite side of the course from which they started, crouching at various spots, hiding behind different objects that filled the course. It only took 5 minutes before Y/n had been hit with the first paintball, ending the first round. This resulted in Y/n deciding to use a different tactic. The second round started and Marcus and Y/n were nearing each other, when Y/n caught sight of Marcus' position she decided it was time. 

Y/n fell to the floor letting out a cry, grasping her ankle. It wasn’t even a second before Marcus called out to the girl, “Bub, are you okay? What happened?” The boy questioned from where he was. “I-I think I twisted my ankle, babe, it hurts really bad,” The girl whined in false pain. “Where are you, baby?”

“Behind this stupid blue barrel!” Y/n called out, aiming her paint gun in the direction she heard Marcus’s footsteps coming from. As soon as she saw Marcus's figure, the girl fired the paintballs hitting her boyfriend's chest, who stood in shock. “Oh, you beautiful little conniving snake,” Marcus shook his head in pretend anger. Gaining nothing but a victorious yet devious giggle from his girlfriend who was still sat on the floor.  

“You’re gonna regret that,” He told the girl, reaching his hand toward her, helping her onto her feet. 

It was the final round, which would decide who won. Y/n had let her guard down, feeling confident after her previous victory. Marcus popped out of nowhere causing the girl to jump in fright before she began running from him. “Marcus please,” The girl begged her boyfriend, laughter escaping her lips, as she continued to run away from Marcus, weaving through the objects which filled the area. 

Y/n was tackled to the ground by Marcus, however, he quickly maneuvered them, breaking her fall with his body. Y/n landed on top of him, her pain gun laid a few feet away from them, Marcus’s pointed at her. “Bub, please,” Y/n pleaded with a pout on her lips. The boy let out a sigh, “You’re lucky I love you,” he grinned, dropping his paint gun. Y/n’s eyes widened at his words, did he just say what she thought he said? Marcus's eyes matched his girlfriend's at the realization of his words. “Shit, did I say that out loud-” 

Y/n cut the boy off, her lips pressed against his harshly, fervor filling the kiss, as the pair poured their love for each other into the kiss. Y/n pulled away, slightly heaving, “I love you too, Marcus.” She grinned at him, caressing his cheek. “I love you more,” He murmured.

Who loved each other more and who won? Neither, it was decided it was a tie.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

Marcus and Y/n sat on the soft blanket having cleaned up after the paintball battle and were now surrounded by their love for each other as well as their favorite foods. The couple basked in their shared love, and in each other's company. 

“You know, I still can’t believe you beat me to asking you to be my girlfriend.” Marcus laughed.

“Seriously, bub, it’s not that hard to believe especially you being you, I swear if it weren’t for me,” The girl gestured toward herself, “we’d still be just friends.” The girl smirked, making air quotes while saying ‘just friends’.

Marcus shook his head, “Nope, I swear I was gonna do it, you just weren’t patient enough and couldn’t resist me.” He laughed, causing Y/n to scoff at him. 

“Yeah right,” She laughed.

The couple continued to speak of various fond memories, “You know I even remember what you wearing that day, because of how attentive I am.” Marcus nodded, as the sarcasm soaked his words. 

“Oh really, and what was I wearing?” 

“That terrible cardigan you crotched yourself,” He laughed, resulting in a slap to his chest. 

“Hey! You are a bully, Marcus Baker.” Y/n responded jokingly.

“A bully that loves you and you’re superb fashion sense.” A wide grin played on Marcus’s face. 

“See, I knew it, you’re just jealous of my amazing fashion sense, and sensational hand-made cardigan. Which is why, I have this for you,” Y/n handed the boy a wrapped gift box.

“I thought we said we wouldn’t get each other anything,” Marcus shook his head at the girl, eyebrows raised,  “Well, I lied,” Y/n said with no remorse.

“So did I,” Marcus smiled knowingly at Y/n, grabbing his very own gift for her and placing it in her curious hands.

They both gently began to unwrap their presents, Marcus bursting out in laughter as he held up the crotched cardigan that matched his girlfriend’s very own cardigan. Marcus quieted down as he noticed Y/n had yet to say anything. Before he could speak up, Y/n sniffled, “Do you not like it bub?” He questioned, attempting to hide the sadness in his voice. He had spent months working on the painting of the girl that sat in front of him. Trying to capture all the beauty she radiated in the strokes he painted on the canvas. 

“No, I-I love it, Marcus,” She shook her head, not being able to contain her giddy smile or joy-filled tears, “I love you, so, so much.” She jumped on the boy, her arms locked him in a tight embrace, leaving a kiss on his jaw. 

She pulled away, Marcus drying her tears with his thumbs, “I love you so, so, much too.” He grinned.  “Wow, my gift for you sucks compared to this,” Y/n pouted. “Hey, don’t disrespect my lovely cardigan like that,” Marcus said, pulling the cardigan on. 

“For your information, my girlfriend made this for me, with love, okay.” He told Y/n causing her to laugh in amusement at her boyfriend, “She did.” She smiled.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

The pair were now laid underneath Marcus’s warm comforter, snuggled together in their matching cardigans, watching Scooby-Doo. The tranquility and quiet they had settled into was interrupted by none other than Ginny Miller. “Hey Y/n, I think Max needed your help with something,” Ginny said with a gesture. 

Y/n looked up at the girl, her eyes returning to meet Marcus in confusion, who responded with a shrug. “Alright, I’ll go see what she wants,” Y/n walked out of the room going to find Max, to see what she needed help with. “Max?” Y/n questioned looking for the girl downstairs. 

“I'm in here!” Y/n heard from the kitchen.

“Hey, Ginny said you needed help with something?”

“Oh yeah, I was trying to bake these cookies, but the first batch came out really bad… and mom’s even worse at baking, do you think you could help me, pretty please?”

“Yeah, of course, let me see,” Y/n replied and grabbed the bowl of batter.

Once Y/n told Max what to do, and helped her place the batter onto the cookie sheet she returned to Marcus's room. “Hey, bub, are you gonna want some-” Y/n stopped mid-sentence, silenced by what was happening. 

Marcus and Ginny. Kissing. 

Marcus pulled away, “Ginny, what-” 

“Oh my god…” Y/n said, her hand clasped to her mouth.

“Y/n, babe, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Really, Marcus? That’s the best you’ve got? You know what I-I can’t deal with this right now,” Y/n muttered, arms flailing, before grabbing her bag. 

“Y/n, wait!” Marcus called after his girlfriend as she swiftly made her way downstairs and out of the house. Marcus was hot on her tail, “Y/n just give me a chance to-” 

Y/n’s eyes were scintillating with unshed tears, hand clutched to the handle of her car door. “To explain how you were kissing Ginny Miller, Marcus, really? I- I don’t wanna hear it right now, okay, Marcus, please…” 

“Y/n you know me better than I even know myself, okay? I wouldn’t do this to you, you know that.” Marcus said, reaching for Y/n’s hands. “I’m not so sure about that anymore,” Y/n dropped his hands, Marcus watched as a tear fell from her eyes. His own eyes welled up with tears, unsure of what to do as he watched his girlfriend- ex girlfriend?- leave him.

Marcus returned to his room yelling at Ginny to get the hell out among other things, “I can’t believe that you would force yourself on me knowing damn well my girlfriend is downstairs, 

you need fucking help, Ginny.” Marcus told the girl off through gritted teeth, his face expressing nothing but anger. 

“Marcus please, I love you, Y/n doesn’t love you like I do. You deserve better than her-”

“Shut the fuck up Ginny, you know nothing about me, Y/n, or our relationship, either way, it’s none of your fucking business. When will you get that I don’t give a shit about you! I don’t love you! If you really loved me, you’d be happy that I’m happy in my relationship, but you don’t. I don’t ever wanna see you again Ginny, get that through your thick fucking skull.” He shouted at her. 

“Marcus I’m sorry-” 

“Quit lying Ginny,” Marcus sighed, before once again telling the tear-stricken girl to get out of his room and house. 

Ginny fled from the house, Max noticing the girl. She decided to go check on her brother, “Marcus, what happened?” She said knocking on her twin brother's bedroom door.

“Nothing, Max, just go away.” 

Max sighed, opening the door anyways and entering the room. Marcus lay on his bed, staring out his bedroom window in an attempt to hide his red bloodshot eyes which carved shiny wet pathways down his blushed cheeks. “I said go away Max, I don’t wanna talk,” 

“Are you sure, I brought you a burnt cookie…?” This caused Marcus to roll his eyes. 

“Ginny’s a bitch, and a homewrecker. I don’t even know why you’re friends with her.” 

“Alright, what’d she do?”

“She basically fucking forced herself onto me, and Y/n walked in and now I don’t even know if I still have a girlfriend.” He brought his hands up to his face, dragging them down, still facing the window.

“You’re fucking with me, right? I was in my own world I guess, I didn’t even see Y/n leave… I’m so, so, sorry Marcus, I knew she had a crush on you but I didn’t think she’d do this. Do you want me to slap her? I’ll slap her and more, just give me the word.” 

“I think that would actually make me feel a little better… have Abby record it if you do.” 

“You got it, and I’m sure everything will be fine Marcus, I mean Y/n knows you’d never cheat on her right? I mean she’s like the only girl you’ve ever actually loved.”

“She said she wasn’t even sure if she knew me anymore,” He whispered with a shake of his head. 

“Everything was going so well today, and of course Ginny would pull this shit on our anniversary…” 

Marcus finally turned to face his sister, Max finally being able to see the emotion on his face. This was the first time she’d seen him cry since his best friend had passed. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay Marcus, trust me, Y/n’s just hurt, but she knows you.”

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A few days passed and Y/n wasn’t sure what to do. Would Marcus be mad at her for not believing him? Not trusting him? Were they still even together? Did he still want to be with her? She knew he’d never hurt her intentionally, never cheat on her but seeing his lips on another girl’s brought forth all her insecurities. They tainted her mind and made her believe that maybe he actually was capable of cheating on her. She couldn’t deny Ginny’s beauty, either. 

But no matter what, she should’ve believed Marcus, because trust is one of the most important parts of a relationship. She knew she had to apologize, for leaving him, and not hearing him out. Marcus had texted Y/n but she had decided not to respond, and just allow herself to think for a few days. Marcus had been giving Y/n space figuring she needed it however, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to know if she was okay, where they stood, and just apologize to her for not kicking Ginny out of his room the second she stood outside his door. To tell her how much he loved her and how much she means to him.

Almost simultaneously both Marcus and Y/n left their houses, each heading to the other’s house. They both unknowingly passed each other on their way. When they arrived at the other’s house, both were met with the same response, she left, and he left. 

Both left disappointed, returning to their houses. As Y/n was driving back to her house some idiot was skating in the middle of the road. Y/n honked at the person, scaring them and causing them to fall off their skateboard. Y/n pulled to the side, to make sure the person wasn’t injured.

“Are you okay?” She called out to the person, who was removing their earbuds. They turned to face her. Her y/e/c eyes are met with familiar brown eyes. Marcus. 

They said each other’s names in unison, Y/n throwing herself into the boy’s arms, clinging to him. The silence only lasted for a few moments before Y/n began to apologize, “I’m so sorry bub, I should have believed you, I trust you, I don’t know what came over me, I just-” 

“You have nothing to be sorry for baby, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I should’ve shown you how much I loved you, so you wouldn’t have a reason to doubt my love for you. Y/n you are one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important person. I love you so much, and I never want to hurt you. Please believe me, I promise you I didn’t initiate the kiss, I didn’t return it, Ginny just forced herself on me, I would never ever cheat on you, bub, I love you so, so, much.”

“I know, honey, I know, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you or even hear you out, I should have. I love you too and I should have trusted you, I’m sorry” 

“Are you okay, did you get hurt when you fell?” 

“No, yeah I’m fine either way it doesn’t matter, as long as we're good, that’s all that matters.” He murmured, his hands gently rubbing Y/n’s back.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Y/n nodded. 

“I love you,” Y/n said, tucking her head into the crook of  Marcus's neck, the scent of his cologne, calming her and bringing her comfort. She had missed him so much, and she couldn’t believe she had almost lost him due to some stupid kiss. 

“I love you too, baby, I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“You won’t, and I’m gonna beat Ginny’s ass for touching you,” Y/n muttered angrily which caused Marcus to laugh.

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, Max has that covered.”

“I can’t believe her, that’s literally sexual assault, Marcus.”

“Really?” 

“Yes, she kissed you without your consent, ugh, I swear I’m gonna-”

“Honey, let’s just try and move past this, and forget about her, let’s focus on us.” Marcus continued to rub soothing circles on Y/n’s back with one hand, his other repeating the same motion on her hip.

Y/n nodded silently, before looking up at Marcus, her hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a gentle, loving kiss. Marcus returned it, kissing Y/n with more fervor than he ever thought he had, his hands reaching up to gently cup her face, pouring all his love for her into the kiss. Desperately wanting to show Y/n how much he truly loved her.  

They both pulled away, slightly panting, “Let’s go home, I just wanna cuddle with you,” Y/n murmured to the boy. “Yeah, let’s go, I was having withdrawals from being away from you,” Marcus responded which caused a giggle to escape Y/n’s lips.

As the couple drove home, they both knew they’d be okay. Their love for each other was all they needed, knowing they’d be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: this was inspired by lover of mine, by 5sos, also this is the most I’ve posted in like, ever… and please somebody else post some Marcus fics I can’t read my own writing it’s not the same as reading someone else’s work 😭

As the couple drove home, they both knew they’d be okay. Their love for each other was all they needed, knowing they’d be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: this was inspired by lover of mine, by 5sos, also this is the most I’ve posted in like, ever… y'all somebody else needs to write for Marcus, i can't read my own writing, it's not the same as reading somebody else's 😭

#marcusbakerfic #ginny and marcus #ginny and georgia #ginny x marcus #ginny miller #marcus baker #marcus baker x reader #maxine baker #netflix ginny and georgia #netflix #xreader #imagines #oneshot #love #fanfic #fanfiction #train-wreccmasterlist #twmasterlist #marcusbakerblurb #marcus baker x you #marcus baker x y/n #felix mallard #fluff and romance #angst to fluff #angst fic #imagine #felix imagines #felixmallardxreader

[black-cat-showdown]

Welcome to the Black Cat Showdown!!

There's so many famous black cats out there, fictional or real. But Wich one is the ultimate kitty cat? Lets find out!!

FAQ <- If you have any questions ask them on that post! Propaganda is also allowed and encouraged!!

Link to full tournament brackets here!!

(full list of participants names under the cut!!)

The tournament will start on Saturday April 1st!!

Link to FAQ <- seriously read it before sending questions lmao

Here are all 108 participants!!

• 808 (Hi-Fi Rush) • Aldwyn (The Familiars) • Amanojaku (GhostStories) • Archie (Tales Of Arcadia) • Assisticat (CardFight) • Bagheera (Jungle Book) • Berlioz (The Aristocats) • Black Cat (The Price by Neil Gaiman) • Blackie (Chi's Sweet Home) • Blair (Soul Eater) • Bonifacy (Przygody Kota Filemona) • Cat card (Inscryption) • Catty Noir (Monster High) • Chito (Flying Witch) • Chococat (Sanrio) • Chrono's cat (Chrono Trigger) • Constable Whiskers (Cookie Run) • Cosmic Creepers (Bedknobs & Broomsticks) • Domino (Amphibia) • Doom (Ruby Gloom) • Faithful (The Song Of The Lioness) • Fastelavnstønde katten • Felix the cat • Gareth (Time Cat) • Giovanni (Spiritfarer) • Gobbolino (Gobbolino The Witch's Cat) • Hollyleaf (Warrior Cats) • Hresvelgion Whisker (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) • Ichigo (Tokyo Mew Mew) • Isis (Star Treck) • Jack (Mad Rat Dead) • Jenny Linski (Esther Averill books) • Jiji (Kiki's Delivery Service) • Jinx (@bigfootjinx) • Keats (Professor Layton) • Kevin (Vanessa Stockard's paintings) • Kiki (Animal Crossing) • Kitten-Shark (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency) • Kittie Softpaws (Puss In Boots) • Kofu (@straycatj) • Koshekh (Welcome to Night Vale) • Kuro (Doko Demo Issy) • Kuro (Blue Exorcist) • Kuro (Servamp) • Kuroneko-sama (Trigun) • Litten (Pokemon) • Lucifer (Cinderella 1950) • Lucy-furr (Jackson's Diary) • Luna (Sailor Moon) • Mae Borowski (Night In The Woods) • Malame (Flappy Dragons) • Mao Mao (Mao Mao) • Maxwell (-the dancing cat) • Mewo (OMORI) • Midnight (Castle in the Air by Diana Wynne Jones) • Miles (Emily the Strange) • Minino (Hooky) • Miss Kitty Fantastico (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) • Mittens (Bolt) • Mog (Meg and Mog) • Momo (Google Halloween doodles) • Morgana (Persona 5) • Mr Mew (The World Ends With You) • Mr. Midnight (Fran Bow) • Mr. Mistoffelees (Cats) • Nargacuga (Monster Hunter) • Narinder (Cult Of The Lamb) • Naught (Naught) • Neko (Genshin Impact) • Nicol Ascart (Hamefura) • Nyanpire (Nyanpire) • Pantherlily (FairyTail) • Pete (Pete the Cat) • Pete the Cat (Mickey Mouse and Friends) • Pib (Dimension 20 Neverafter) • Plagg (Miraculous LadyBug) • Pluto (The Black Cat by Edgar Allen Poe) • Purrsephone & Meowlody (Monster High) • Ravage (Transformers) • Ravenpaw (Warrior Cats) • Rhiow (The Book of Night with Moon) • Sakamoto (Nichijou) • Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch) • Schrödinger's cat • Tama (Dragon Ball) • Smokey (Neko Atsume) • Siren (Suite Precure) • Snowball II (The Simpsons) • Somber Kitty (May Bird trilogy) • Sosa's cat (YUPPIE PSYCHO) • Spinel sun (Sakura Cardcaptor) • Sylvester (Looney Tunes) • Takkun (FLCL) • Thackery Binx (Hocus Pocus) • The Bean (#void watch) • the Beast (Fatum Betula) • The cat/Vermin (Coraline) • The Cat (Ghost Trick) • The Cat (Please Say Something) • The Cat (Little Kitty, Big City) • The Kitten (Kitbull) • Tuxedo cat (Minecraft) • Unico Uni (@uniconiuni3) • Vodka Mutini (Homestuck) • Witch's cat (minecraft) • Xiaohei (The Legend of Xiaohei) • Yoruichi (Bleach) • Yuni (Mewkledreamy)

#pinned posts #black cat tournament #competition #polls #animals

[daily-mees]

mees learns to use computer and stays up till 2pm googling images of leaves

[ID: simple pen doodle of a mouse with triangle feet, big ears, a pointed curvy nose and little whiskers, standing with one paw on a computer mouse which is half its size and looking up with a smile, with lines indicating light from a screen shining down on it. end ID.]

#daily mees #meeses #mice #click for better quality #the computer mouse is way too small but scale does not exist in meeston so whatevs #also i did mean to say 2pm. mice are nocturnal

[gabigirl]

Byler Tag Chaos

July 23: Heart eyes in the van scene

July 26: Talk about the “Romeo” and Romeo & Juliet milkvan parallels / Announcement that we’re getting the s4ep8 8flix script

July 27: Confirmation from the Duffers that lighting is intentional

July 29: Theories/jokes that Noah is vibrantwaters

July 30: Noah panel, “Mike LIKES El”

August 2: The writers starting ST5!

August 4: “A fair amount of subtext, yes.” -Nick, 8flix

August 5: Chaos without getting the script

August 6: Script snippet, “I hate who I am”

August 9: The script is fake

August 10: Poll on Twitter for which scene we want / Slim Jim is a Byler

August 11: Sock anon / Rumor that the Duffers confirmed blue & yellow...only for it to be fake / Van scene won the poll / More Slim Jim tweets

August 13: We hit 100k!

August 15: We got the van scene script

August 16: Fake Duffer account / The Google Doodle looked like baby Byler

August 17: Bald Mike Wheeler cult

August 18: People trapped in the Duffers’ basement / Stephanie Mike Cult

August 19: Scriptgate 2.0 & Nick hacked

August 20: Scriptgate involving 2 cast members / Frog Mike cult

August 21: Escape from the Duffers’ basement

August 22: Russian code fully cracked on Twitter

August 24: Trend with the Cristiano Ronaldo gif / Barista anon

August 25: Grid stage in the writers’ room

August 26: Mikhailgate / Final scene script released

August 27: Mikely Cyrus cult

August 28: Finn panel

August 30: Mike Bush cult / Twilight Gate

August 31: Breaking Bad gate

September 1: Spirkgate

September 2: Lumax drawing scene script released, “his/her breath catches” / Steve & Robin in the car scene script released

September 5: Sweater Byler vs. Apocalypse Byler anon

September 6: Background guy gate

September 7: Byler disease / Cucaracha Cult / Mike’s monologue back in the poll…and losing

September 9: Jonathan & Will’s talk script released

September 10: Birthdaygate resurgence / White Rabbit Gate

September 11: Descendants Gate

September 13: Stranger Writers stopping script releases after this next one / byler cake anon asking about pop tarts!

September 16: Episode 4 Byler talk script released

September 17: Mike cat memes

September 20: Flickergate / Pixalized Grid aka Gridgate

September 21: The Byers’ house being sold irl

September 23: “Byler is canon.” -Ted Wheeler / the black spot on the board is a pen holder

September 24: Stranger Things Tudum Event

September 26: Most of the character Spotify playlists deleted

September 27: Mike plagiarized Eddie’s episode 1 monologue for his monologue to El

October 4: Salt Lamp Gate

October 9: Mike Wheeler babygirlification

October 12: “Crazy shit that almost happened #…”

October 27: Mikey mouse

October 31: Bald Duffer gate

November 6: Stranger Things day / pictures of the (hopefully) endgame couples on Twitter / painting merch /Vecna VR / “The Crawl”

December 9: More Scriptgate

December 10: Noah talking about Finn on live

December 22: Santa slander

January 5: Noah came out

January 13 (Fri the 13): AO3 down

#byler #byler tumblr #byler tag chaos #daily byler updates #august in the byler tag #yes i've been keeping track #y'all are wild #scriptgate #scriptgate 2.0 #bald mike wheeler #basement gate #mikhailgate #mikely cyrus #mike bush #brbagate #spirkgate #backgroundguygate #all the gates #byler disease #mike’s monologue #cucaracha cult #birthdaygate #whiterabbitgate #stephamike wheelerpocalyspe 🍰 #descendantsgate #byler cake anon #cake anon #flickergate #gridgate #saltlampgate

[somethingmissingthiswaycomes]

Would it be weird to ask how you plan out your embroidery designs? If not weird and you have the time/spoons do you have any tips?

Oh no worries, I am the OP! @handmadehazefromtheheart is my craft account. ^w^ You were referring to this post, right?

Asking isn't weird at all btw. I like questions. :3 Though I dunno if my answer will be the most helpful, since I'm still pretty experimental with my embroidery.

For the brain, I literally just doodled onto the fabric with a water soluble pen.

For the latest piece before that, I traced the outline + important features of a picture I had of my girlfriend by holding fabric pinned in a hoop up to my laptop screen. Then I flipped the fabric around in the hoop so it was right ways up. I did the same with her music logo, which I made for her birthday this year.

Mostly, though, I've been actually drawing out patterns on paper.

I trace them onto the fabric using a white screen behind it. (I literally just Google "white" and open an image full screen.)

Getting the colors right is hard, but I'm getting the hang of it I think.

For the brain, I decided as I went which sections would be which shade of teal on the fly.

For the portrait, I gathered various shades of coral (the color of the InfiniTints prompt it was for) and then separated them into groups based on where I thought each shade would work best. I had a hair pile and a skin pile, and in each pile I determined which would be used for lighter areas and darker areas based on the picture I was using.

For the In Decay logo, I did pretty much the same thing but with whites and greys, though I haven't shown off the full thing yet. (I'm going to do that in a special way. :3c Stay tuned.) The mouse had the same process. The mouse was actually the first one I did it like that for, and I love how it turned out—and the fact that a duplicate made as a commission came out so nice after.

You can kind of see on the clover pic above that I actually labeled it for where I wanted which shades of green. I should probably do that more.

I've mostly been working with long and short stitch, but working on this pre-made kit has helped me get a sense of how to use different kinds of stitches together.

So far, the brain is the most deliberate in terms of different stitches.

[ID: A two second video showing off the embroidered result of the brain sketch near the top of the post. It's mostly satin stitch, but the outlines are all stem stitches, and there are French knots in some places next to backstitches and split stitches that swirl. /end ID]

I'd say I've improved a lot from my first attempt last year:

Oh... I got away from myself writing that out, didn't I? I hope you got what you were asking for out of it! 😅

#crafts #asks #embroidery #hand embroidery #fjskjfjd I rambled so hard there I dissociated after writing it I'm fine tho thanks for the ask #This was fun to go over

[strangewiggles]

pathologic furry designs because im a nerd

(aglaya, rubin, and lara, *ft artemy)

i usually dont post uncolored drawings/doodles but i plan on making a few of these

HUGE thanks to my buddies for help/input on these..both are huge brained and awesome at art follow them now

heres the thought process (spoiler free, mostly based on patho 2)

me and my buddies were in a call for all of these and we had a very intellectual conversation about all of them. when looking for furry designs i usually think of personality, mannerisms, and likeness.

Aglaya, Shoebill

both of the friends i asked havent played the game past day 5 (one of them is on day 2) so i asked “what animal would she be” with just a picture of her model. i was interested to see what 2 people who’ve only seen her once (in the intro) would think of her purely on vibes and brief dialogue. the first suggestion was “some kinda bird” and that seemed to stick.

a bit tall, a bit intimidating. so we threw out Herons, Ostriches, Peacocks…

Shoebill seemed to fit. I wanted a bird that was either grey or black, some kinda desaturated color but also one that was tall and a bit scary. Shoebills are definitely considered pretty scary. theyre also super tall and i remember saying in the call "these things are huge if i saw them flying i would cry." when it comes to shoebills, i imagine them towering over most other animals, especially with that neck and beak! they're also ambush predators i believe. shoebills fit Aglaya's first impressions perfectly.

i almost made her a Dalmatian... im glad i didnt...

Rubin, Skinny Pig

I wasn't even going to initially draw Rubin here... it started by me asking "who'd be a naked mole rat?" and the immediate answer was "Rubin..." which made me remember that he was bald LMAO. I figured that fit a little, and the original drawing was him as a naked mole rat. a few things werent quite right though.

first, digging. i cant imagine Rubin as an animal who's entire thing is digging around and being dirty, he's a doctor and, other than blood, i can't imagine he'd wanna be dirty...

second, social groups. as far as i know, naked mole rats are very social within their own circles? just from the early game (as early as the first 3 days?) he's pretty antisocial and seems to have a distaste for the Kin, even if influenced by grief(the emotion not the person). he even seems reluctant to be close to close friends.

and, of course, moles have to be saved for someone else... we'll get there. WINK

..i dont remember how Skinny Pigs came up, i think i was just googling them and thought they were funny since i have a friend who owns some.. i did a bit of googlin and asking my buddy in the call about skinny pig mannerisms.. theyre pretty...territorial? at least males to other males, theyre pretty aggressive as far as i know. this definitely fit Rubin. the OTHER reason for any kind of guinea pig was considered was because of the concept of "test guinea pigs" and not in a literal sense, but just the concept, because of Rubin's connection to Isidor. i will say i felt like the smartest person on earth when i thought of that.

also the cute ears absolutely influenced the decision.

Lara, Generic Ass Wolf

Lara was genuinely so difficult... unlike the other two, there were literally no suggestions being thrown out. my description was something like "maybe something small, cute, short tempered, but social?" and, for some reason, that was a tall order. my first guess was a mouse, but that wasnt perfect... we thought we'd have to turn to bugs and fish, though a lot of bugs and fish are hard to find personalities for.. at a surface level at least. we decided to save bugs and fish for other people...

and then, the suggestion of "wolf" came up, albeit reluctantly. when it comes to furry-fying characters, wolves and dogs are definitely...up there, in terms of "most used/obvious".. but really, think about it.

Believe it or not, wolves can be a little anxious, if not in a way that presents itself as anger/defense. this is also how i described Lara, "anxious in a way that presents as anger." also, wolves, while sometimes being a little solitary, are commonly in packs. which is...Lara's, like, Whole Thing. a house for the living etc etc..

I don't think i need to explain wolves too much either way. theyre The Furry Animal. whatever you know about wolves is probably true for Lara. it seems low-effort but trust me this decision took forever LMAO

and i mean...look at her. she looks like a wolf

*Artemy here is a bull because... yeah. that's the most obvious one. as #1 artemy fan i couldn't in good conscious make him anything other than a bull even if it's low effort idgaf... ill look at types of bulls for him later.

hope you liked my rambles..

#thanks again to my buddies #my art #doodles #pathologic #pathologic 2 #lara ravel #aglaya lilich #stakh rubin #stanislav rubin #artemy burakh

[stitchthesewords]

👀 now that I have a chance to escape my own inbox and google docs I will send this and run <3

you've seen all my WIPs so may I offer you this heavily censored portion of the rift au with some shitty mumbo and iskall doodles i did with my mouse in ms paint,,,,

#Asks #atherix #mutuals #Rift AU

[hollie911]

This is not my work. It is by the user constantwriter85 whose account had been deactivated on tumblr and ao3 and i am just sharing their work

The devil you know

Vampire!Jefferson x reader

Part 7/10

Chapter Warning: **18+** Smut, Blood Drinking, Vampirism, Fluff

Jefferson sat at the computer, researching and trying to ignore the horrible squelching of innards and the whir of the bone saw from across the room. Y/N may be a kind and gentle soul, but she had a cast iron stomach and nerves of steel to do what she did. Still, he couldn’t help but watch her despite the grisly scene laid out in front of her.

Dear God, woman, you’re as terrifying as you are beautiful.

Jefferson smiled, utterly distracted by her.

He watched her long, delicate fingers as she handled the scalpel, her eyes narrowed in concentration. A lock of hair had fallen onto her forehead, but she seemed oblivious to that as well as everything else in the room. She was so smart and so incredibly beautiful, both inside and out.

More and more, Jefferson found himself daydreaming about a life with her. As a human, once again…able to walk in daylight, to hold her hand and stroll through the park like normal people, to lie in bed with her, the sun warm on their skin and both their hearts beating together as one as they made love for hours.

Jefferson hadn’t forgotten about Grace—oh, no. But if he were able to reverse the curse, he would still have a long life ahead of him before he was finally laid to rest. A long, mortal life. One that he could spend, maybe, with her.

If she’d have him.

Because he surely wanted her, in every way possible…and he wanted to give himself to her as well. His mind was made up. He wanted to bond with her and take her as his mate, not just as a means of protection, but as an expression of his true love.

He closed his eyes, listening to the slow, steady cadence of her heartbeat. He inhaled, marveling at how good she smelled. How easy it was for him to separate the scent of her from everything else. After all, some of her blood already flowed through his veins, and Jefferson felt his fangs sharpen at the thought of more.

The sound of Y/N switching off the tape recorder startled him from his reverie, and he blinked in surprise.

Now, where was I?

Jefferson had to admit, he was completely lost. Technology wasn’t exactly his forte—okay, he was hopeless with it. She’d showed him how to use the internet, and the typing—well, it was just like a typewriter, but he was still a bit lost when it came to the mouse and all the clicking.

Instead, he propped his chin on his hand and watched as she scrubbed down after cleaning her workspace.

“Finished already, love?” he called.

She shrugged. “Seventy-five-year-old who smoked for over sixty years…you don’t exactly have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out.”

“Good,” he said. “I mean…good that you’re done, not good about the…you know.”

He gestured vaguely in the direction of the corpse. Y/N laughed.

“It’s okay, Jefferson. I knew what you meant. How’s your search coming?”

He shuffled the papers and made a face. “Erm…well. I uh…I logged onto Google, but after that I admit I got a little lost…and distracted.”

“Distracted?”

Jefferson fixed her with a smoldering stare, and she bit her lip, suppressing a pleased grin. By god, if they weren’t here in her place of work he’d bend her right over that table and take her now, the little minx.

“Come,” he said, patting his leg. “Sit on my lap and show me how to double-click the mouse.”

“Jefferson!”

He laughed, grinning up at her. “I’m teasing!”

“I thought you didn’t know anything about computers.”

“I don’t…but I find modern sexual euphemisms fascinating.”

“You’re impossible,” she smirked.

They sat together at the computer while Y/N led the search for a key to the runes. Jefferson tried to pay attention, but he was very easily distracted. He paged through the book, drew little doodles on desk blotter, and alphabetized the reference books on the shelf behind them. He had just finished braiding her hair when she cried out.

“Jefferson! I think I found it!”

He huddled next to her as she pointed out an article on the screen.

“The symbols are an ancient Romanian secret language,” she said excitedly. “The symbols were used in recent centuries as embroidery patterns on clothing, but way, way before that they were used in secret cults.”

“Satanic?”

“No. Pagan Romanian cults, mostly representing the worship of the sun and the moon.”

“ Copiii soarelui și lunii,” Jefferson read in a hushed voice, looking at the screen.

“You speak Romanian?”

“I’ve had all the time in the world, my dear, I speak several languages.” He smiled and nodded at the screen. “It means, ‘Children of the Sun and the Moon.’ These cults were thought to be the forerunners to the Legend of Dracula and Van Helsing.”

Y/N turned and plucked the sheets off the printer that depicted several rune diagrams. “So, do you think you could translate it with these?”

Jefferson’s brow furrowed as he looked over the pages, cross-referencing several symbols. He laughed, seeing that she was absolutely right. For the first time, a cure was within his grasp.

“Yes, I believe it’s possible.” He beamed at her. “You’ve figured it out, Y/N, you…you’ve done what’s taken me over a century. You’re amazing, darling.”

Jefferson pulled her onto his lap, cupping her face with his hands. Light kisses against her lips, the tip of her nose, her forehead.

“Te iubesc, sângele inimii mele,”he whispered against her skin. He smiled at the deep blush that crept into her cheeks, and at the look of radiant adoration in her beautiful eyes.

“It means, I love you, blood of my heart.”

Her lips parted slightly, and she blushed. Jefferson rubbed his nose against hers and trailed his lips across her cheekbone and down her jaw, delighting in the way her breath hitched at his touch.

“Tell me more,” she murmured.

"Lumina vieții mele, vreau să vă dau totul.”

Jefferson kissed the soft spot behind her ear. He drew her earlobe between his teeth, biting down gently. She gasped, and he whispered softly.

“Light of my life, I want to give you everything.”

His hands smoothed down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her tighter to him. Lips grazed down her throat, pausing at her pulse point and feeling the rush of blood just beneath the surface.

“Vreau sa te fac al meu.”

He bit down lightly on the tender skin there, feeling her pulse quicken in response.

“I want to make you mine.”

Jefferson looked up at her and was surprised to see the carnal hunger in her eyes. She looked as though she would devour him on the spot. Bending down, she placed feather-light kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his brow.

“I want to be yours. Only yours,” she murmured.

The coil in his belly tightened as he felt her thighs squeeze his waist, and he gasped as she gripped his chestnut locks, tilting his head back so she could lavish attention to his throat. Jefferson’s hands snaked up her back and pulled her closer as they became lost in one another.

***

Two eyes peered through the low window that looked into the basement morgue, crimson lips sliding into a snarl. Watching in silent fury as the couple exchanged soft kisses and gentle caresses, less than ten feet from her.

Jefferson. Walking, talking, and very much alive, right in front of her. Kissing that lying little bitch of a coroner. Regina had been fooled again, and this time by a talentless human girl. Lied to and deceived, even after Regina had done her very best to put the fear of the devil in her.

Regina stood and dusted off her pantsuit. Well, her little protector wouldn’t be able to save her this time.

Regina had followed up on the coroner’s paperwork, trying to track down Jefferson’s body…only to find that both the paperwork and the autopsy had been faked. The police were none the wiser—to them there was no way the body could be anything but dead and gone. Regina knew better, though.

Jefferson was proving to be as slippery as an eel. He had tricked her at every turn, and now he had her spell book. And not just any book—the Cartea Morților,some of the darkest and deadliest spells were in that spell book. It was one of her favorites.

Apparently, he hadn’t learned his lesson with Grace. Perhaps it was time to take someone he loved from right in front of him. Make him watch as she suffered…use her as leverage to get what she needed from him.

And then, Regina would make Jefferson watch as she killed her.

As she faded back into the surrounding woods, Regina began to plot. She would need to get the girl away from him somehow—there was no way she would be able to get to her with Jefferson around. The man had no stomach for violence, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t fight to the death to protect the woman he loved. The curse had made him stronger and faster than her…and a potentially lethal adversary.

Regina got in her car, as slow smile spreading across her face. She wasn’t worried. She would track them and find a way to get the girl alone.

Then she would make them both pay.

***

“Love? There’s something I want to ask you.”

You hummed, looking up at him. Sprawled across the couch with Jefferson, your head nestled against his chest, you floated in utter bliss, staring into the dancing flames in the fireplace. His long fingers grazed down the side of your face, his index finger sliding over your bottom lip.

He seemed lost in thought, and a little apprehensive.

“What is it, Jefferson? What’s wrong?”

He smiled. “Nothing’s wrong, I just…I’ve been doing some thinking, and reading…”

“About what?”

“A way to keep you safe…a way for us to look out for each other.”

You must have looked confused, because he carefully sat you up, pulling the Cartea Morților onto both your laps. He paged through the book until he found what he was looking for.

A wild heat erupted in your core the same moment you flushed in embarrassment. The page was in Romanian, of course, but the illustrations left little to the imagination. They looked like they belonged in The Joy of Sex…if Bram Stoker had written it. It appeared to be detailed instructions for a vampire mating ritual.

Jefferson caught your look, and he chuckled nervously. “Yes, ah…it’s…I know it’s a bit, erm…descriptive, but it’s…”

He cleared his throat, blinking rapidly. “The mating ritual is not just sexual, it’s used to form a bonded pair. That is, between two vampires after they’ve imprinted on one another…or a vampire and a human.”

You had to admit, just the thought of bonding with Jefferson in that way warmed your heart…as well as somewhere further south. Still, you had questions.

“Will it…will it hurt? Am I going to turn into a—”

“No!” Jefferson grabbed both your hands, clutching them with urgency. “I would never, never do anything to hurt you or…or taint you like that.”

He said it with such disgust that you immediately felt bad for even asking.

“Don’t,” he said as if he could read your thoughts. “You have questions, as you should. I…I only bring it up because it is a means of protection. After we’re bonded we’ll be able to sense when the other is in danger, feel each other’s emotions. A bonded pair will always find each other.”

“So it’s just for protection?”

“No. Not just that it’s…it’s something I want with you, very, very much.”

Your breath hitched in your chest, and your heart fluttered.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined a future with Jefferson. What he was offering, while slightly different, seemed more intimate and…lasting. You knew he loved you, but you had no idea he felt as strongly as you did. He was sitting there, watching you, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, and Jefferson broke into such a radiant and genuine smile that it melted your heart. He cradled your face, kissing you deeply. His nose rubbed against your cheek as he whispered into your ear.

“I love you, Y/N.” He smiled and pulled back, his blue eyes flicking back and forth between yours. “Do you want this, darling? Truly? I don’t want to make you—”

You silenced him with a kiss, and he moaned.

“I want to be yours, Jefferson. I want this.”

Jefferson drew you into his arms, nuzzling your hair. The fire was starting to die down as he helped you to your feet, holding your hand tightly as you ascended the stairs to his bedroom. He shut the door and stood there, fidgeting and staring at the floor.

Now that you were in his room, Jefferson seemed nervous. He was trembling, and he looked at you as if you were made of porcelain.

“Jefferson, what’s wrong?”

“I…I want to do this, I really do.” His lips trembled. “I just—I don’t want to hurt you.”

He looked at you, his eyes miserable. “And I could. Hurt you. I—you have no idea what it’s like. How much I constantly struggle to control myself with you. How long I’ve dreamed of this very moment with you. How much I want it, but I’m so afraid I’m not strong enough to stop myself.”

Jefferson looked at you, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned in, kissing you gently as his fingers traced down your neck, stopping at the hollow of your throat. His palm flattened against your chest and he closed his eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of the organ beneath.

“I can hear your heart beating, did you know that? Always. Sometimes it beats softly in the background, a white noise I hardly notice.” He took a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open, feeling your heart start to pound beneath his hand.

“Other times, though, like this…it’s everywhere. It’s all around me. It’s inside me, I can almost feel it. It’s so alive…so beautiful…so you.It’s almost more than I can stand.”

He was staring at you now, his eyes blown black with a carnal need.

“I can smell it…your blood. God, it smells so sweet, so intoxicating.” Jefferson licked his lips, barely suppressing a shudder. “Your heart is racing, it’s pounding in my head. I can hear the liquid rush calling to me, and I can smell how much you want it.”

Jefferson ghosted his lips over the pulse point in your throat, and you could feel the light drag of his fangs against your skin. Wetness pooled at your core, and he groaned. You knew he could smell that as well.

“God help me, I want it too. I want it, but once I have that first taste, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.”

Jefferson seemed to come back to himself, and laid back on the bed with a sigh. “It won’t be like before, it’s…it’s…I’ll try to be gentle, but you have to understand, I’ll be at the very limit of my control.”

He looked up at you, miserably tormented by his conflicting emotions. It was time to take matters into your own hands.

You unbuttoned your dress, letting it fall silently to the floor as you climbed onto the bed, facing him. Jefferson stared at you as you crawled over to him, your fingers slowly untying his scarf.

“It’s okay, Jefferson, I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me.”

His breath hitched as you unbuttoned his shirt and ran your hands down his sculpted chest. He felt cold, and you remembered he hadn’t fed yet today. Heat coiled in your belly at the thought.

Jefferson reached up with trembling hands and lightly traced the vein in your throat, all the way down your chest, pausing over your heart. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your bra, running softly over your breasts and making your nipples hard. His eyes flashed darkly, but he was exceedingly gentle as he pulled off your undergarments.

His pants and shirt soon joined them on the floor, and he sat back, staring at you as if seeing you for the first time. It seemed like the calm before the storm. He was painfully hard, and you were almost shaking in anticipation as you felt the wetness of your arousal leak down your leg.

“So beautiful,” he said as he took your face in his hands, “and all mine.”

He laid you back against the bed, his mouth never leaving yours. For a moment you were both so still, laying skin against skin, your heart pounding so hard you felt it shaking both your bodies. Jefferson’s breath shuddered against your lips.

“Te iubesc, dragă,”he murmured. “So much.”

“I love you too, Jefferson.”

His tongue licked against your bottom lip, requesting permission. Jefferson groaned loudly as he entered your mouth, and he slid on top of your body possessively. He left wet, open-mouthed kisses down your front, whispering against your skin.

“I’m going to make you mine, darling, but first…first I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.”

His eyes found yours as his fingers found your core. He started slowly, gently, rubbing lightly over your clit as he suckled your breast. You sighed in contentment, a sight that turned into a gasp as he slipped a finger inside you and bit down on your nipple.

You cried out as his sinful tongue explored your body. He slipped a second and a third finger inside, pumping hard and rubbing your sensitive spot into a frenzy. Jefferson bit your ear, fisting your hair and holding you tightly against his body.

“Come for me, my petal. I want to hear you.”

His voice was a low growl, intensively possessive. It might have been that alone that sent you over the edge, but the moment he rubbed hard against your clit you came with a scream.

Jefferson didn’t even let you come down. Flipping you over, he grabbed your hips, drawing you up and back as he pushed in with a single hard thrust. You groaned obscenely. His hands gripped you tighter and he pushed against you, hard and quick, your name a breathless moan on his lips.

It was rough. It was animalistic and possessive. You could barely breathe with the sheer masculinity he exuded.

You came again, clenching down on him. His thrusts became erratic, and he slammed into you as he came with a choked shout. Jefferson’s hand reached up and grabbed your throat lightly, pulling you back into his chest. He panted into your shoulder, and you could still feel him twitching inside you.

Your head was buzzing with aftershock. Still, Jefferson was far from done with you. He smiled as he gently laid you down, his eyes wide and bright with adoration. He balanced his weight on his arms, his taught stomach against yours and his still-hard cock between your legs. Once again, you marveled at the sheer beauty of him.

A kiss as he entered you again, gentler this time but no less insistently. Slower thrusts this time…deeper. Taking his time now that all the frantic, needy energy had been expended from you both.

Your legs wrapped around his hips as his eyes bored into yours, and you found yourself mesmerized by their intensity. Then his lips were on yours again, the heat building slowly.

Jefferson cradled your head, lifting you up and tilting your head back slightly. His lips grazed your pulse point and you felt his breath, warm against your skin.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Two sharp pinches at your throat, and your eyes flew open as you gasped at the pain. Blood gushed up from the wound. Jefferson’s mouth pressed to your jugular as his fangs sank in deeper, and the pain disappeared, gone as suddenly as it came.

A great wave of euphoria washed over you, and you clutched at his shoulders. Jefferson drank, great long pulls as he continued to thrust into you. He moaned, his throat working at your vein. You felt your heart slow, each beat almost a painful thud against your chest. Jefferson moaned again in response, his thrusts growing harder and more desperate as he drank.

His skin was liquid fire against yours, and you swore you were both glowing. The room dimmed. You couldn’t breathe, the intensity of your previous orgasms washing into the now and making your head spin. Your body tensed and your back arched as your nails raked his back. Jefferson’s hips snapped against you once more and you came again, your vision fading to black as he released inside you.

You drifted, floating away on a cloud of ecstasy. Dimly, you were aware of Jefferson’s fangs withdrawing. His tongue slid over the wound on your throat, and he cradled you against his chest.

“Y/N? Darling, open your eyes…I need you to tell me you’re okay.”

His voice was hoarse and thick with emotion. It didn’t worry you though, nothing did. You couldn’t feel anything except for him—your world began and ended in his arms.

Your hand fell limply onto the sheets.

Worried hands at your face, and your eyes sleepily blinked open. You felt so exhausted, so…thoroughly sated. Lazy with afterglow. You smiled up at Jefferson, reaching up to caress his face.

“…so pretty…so…you’re so…beautiful…”

Blue eyes looking concerned now, lifting your head.

“Y/N, listen to me. You have to drink now, you’re too weak.”

Jefferson bit down on his wrist. Blood immediately welled from the wound, running down his forearm and dripping onto the sheets. Your eyes had fluttered shut, and he held his injured arm to your lips.

“Please, love…you have to take some from me now…I know it’s…”

His words faded to a gasp as your lips found the wound at his wrist, and you began to drink.

It was far from disgusting. It was a bit salty with a coppery hint, but it was rich and warm and somehow, it tasted like him. Jefferson shuddered and gasped, pulling you close and cradling your head against his chest as he fed you.

The haziness retreated, replaced by a startling clarity. Your eyes fluttered open. The colors of the room were brighter, your hearing sharper. You could sense Jefferson’s every feeling, every movement, your hypersensitivity completely in tune with his body.

All too soon he gently pulled his wrist away, licking the wound closed. You laid back, sighing deeply. Your body was thrumming with sudden energy. With life.

You rolled over, staring at him, feeling an immense and visceral pull. Jefferson looked at you, his eyes shining with devotion. You could feel his love, tempered with lingering concern.

Suddenly, you wanted him again. You needed him.

You pressed him back against the bed, raising his arms above his head and pinning him down. You knew he could easily overpower him, but at that moment, something otherworldly was driving you to dominate him. To make him yours.

Jefferson growled up at you, his eyes flashing with desire as your lips met his in a bruising kiss. Fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back as you bit his throat, sucking his skin between your teeth as he whimpered submissively.

You bit his lip and tasted his blood again, and it was all over after that. Jefferson groaned as you sank down on him, taking his hands and placing them on your hips. His head tilted back and he cried out as you rode him.

Neither of you lasted long this time, toppling over the edge together with a mutual shout. You collapsed against his heaving chest, your strength utterly spent. Jefferson curled his arms around you. Legs wrapped around his waist, you held him, neither of you wanting to let the other go.

Now it was time for sweet kisses and lingering touches, the heat of your passion burning low but still just as bright. You stared at each other with new eyes. Hands caressed gentle curves and taught muscle, each of you breathless with love for the other.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of kissing you,” you said, sighing dreamily as his lips found yours yet again.

Jefferson laughed, a light and carefree sound. “Then I’ll make it my life’s mission to make sure you get your fill, from sun up to sun down.”

You looked at him, realizing what he had just said.

“I mean it, Y/N. If…if we’re able to pull this off, to reverse the curse and make me human again, I’d like to court you…properly.”

You giggled. “I don’t think they call it courting anymore, Jefferson.”

“Well, dating then,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Whatever you call it, I’d like the chance to live a mortal life with you, if you’ll have me.”

After everything you’d just done, everything you’d been through together, he was still unsure.

“You already have me Jefferson,” you said, kissing his cheek. “I’m yours, in this life and the next. I’m never leaving you.”

Jefferson exhaled sharply, and he blinked. Tears spilled over as he drew you into his chest in a bone-crushing hug and peppered kisses all over your face and neck until you were giggling again.

Soon the first hints of rose began to peek over the horizon as dawn approached. Jefferson looked up at you apologetically.

“It’s okay, Jefferson. I’m exhausted too. Let’s just go to sleep, we’ll need our strength for tomorrow.”

“Yes. Tomorrow.”

Despite the fatigue, his eyes twinkled in anticipation. Tomorrow you would begin to translate the runes and gather the materials needed for the potion. Tomorrow you would take the first steps towards turning him human once more.

You curled into Jefferson as his arm wrapped protectively around you, and you watched as his eyes grew heavy…long, dark lashes resting against his cheekbones. His breathing slowed, and as the first glimpse of the sun peeked over the horizon, he let out a small sigh. His chest didn’t rise again.

You knew what to expect with the dawn, but it didn’t make it any easier to watch. You held Jefferson tightly as the last bit of warmth left his body.

Soon, love. Soon, you won’t have to live like this anymore.

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#jefferson hatter x reader #vampire #vampire jefferson #x reader #ouat

[statecryptids]

I rediscovered this article I wrote about twelve years ago about a cool music project utilizing a map of NY subways, and surprisingly, the website itself is still up!

SUBWAY MUSIC

Created by  Alexander Chen, musician and programmer at Google Creative Labs, the Conductor/ MTA.me project turns a digital map of the New York subway system into a musical instrument. 

The “strings” of this instrument are formed by the paths of trains as they travel across the screen.  When a train crosses over the path of another, it plucks the string, creating a cello pizzicato note (borrowed from the website freesound.org, a  database of Creative Commons Licensed sounds).  A viewer can also use their mouse to pluck the strings, which will change in pitch as they get longer.  The trains’ paths spawn in real time beginning from the time at which the viewer first enters the site, then running through a rapidly accelerating 24-hour cycle.  Train departure times are drawn from the Metro Transit Authority’s own current schedule of departures and arrivals.

The appearance of Conductor/MTA.me is based off of the 1972 map of the New York subway system created by eclectic design artist Massimo Vignelli.  Although the map was rather controversial in its time-- largely because it was not to exact scale and deliberately ignored much of the above-ground geography— its clean, color-delineated lines made an ideal template for Chen’s creation.

Chen first created his line-plucking code for Crayong, a project that allows a user to draw a series of lines which transform into functional instrument.  The genesis of Crayong, and ultimately Conductor/MTA.me came during a lunchtime visit with Chen’s friend David Lu.  The two of them sketched out an idea Lu had for an instrument made from drawn lines that turned into pluckable strings.  Chen later created a mock-up of the design in Adobe Flash.  To impart a sense of realism to the strings’ physics, he used trigonometry to limit the distance a string could be drawn and decreased the flexibility as a player moved towards either end of the string. 

Conductor/MTA.me is not Chen’s only experiment with pluckable drawings.  He was also the mind behind the Les Paul Google Doodle, launched on June 9th 2011 as a tribute to the inventor of the solid-body electric guitar.  This Doodle is an interactive digital instrument that plays sample notes taken from Chen’s own electric guitar. 

Additionally Chen, along with musical engineer Tyler Williams and web developer/dancer Aidan Feldman, created Stringer, a program that uses the Kinect 3D camera.  Much like Crayong, Stringer allows a participant to draw a line and pluck it to produce a note.  In this case, however, the line is drawn in the air from gestures made in front of the Kinect’s camera, creating, in effect, a real-life “air guitar” (or “air cello” in this case since Stringer appears to use the same sound samples featured in MTA.me).    Unlike Crayong and MTA.me, which were created with HTML5, Stringer was built using C++ and an open source programming language called Processing. 

#music #weird instruments

[blizzardream]

OC doodle drop bc Tumblr knows next to nothing about them, as opposed to, say, Instagram -

put it under a "keep reading" tab because it is in fact a long post, sorry!! T-T there's a lot I want to get to.

Mild blood warning & mentions of killer gas!!

Edit: I missed a few tags so added those.

These were made using Google Keep Notes, where the colors are pre-selected and I had to substitute one color in place for another, so bear with me ;-;

(dark gray = black. The plug is silver)

This is FNF!Sprite, one of my oldest AU versions of Sprite, my sona. I don't really do much with them lmao they just sorta exist. The only other characters I have in this AU are FNF!Solar and Wysp, who are Sprite's best friends who teach them how to rap battle and have fun while doing so.

Sprite is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns. Solar and Wysp are both male and use he/they pronouns.

(yeah I'm a fan of the classic mods, Remorse is easily my favorite song.)

(dark gray = black. ear armor & fingers on right paw are silver)

This is Sprite from Lunatics AU, where they have the (not optional) ability to transform into a feral monster whenever the moon rises. It's kind of like being a werewolf, except there are no full-moon gimmicks or anything like that.

One story eventually sprouted into two separate stories that were sequential??? So I'm trying to structure the story so that we learn about both stories at once if you were to put it down on paper. If I ever put it down on paper. Let's see where it goes!

That's where the cool armor on Sprite's right half comes from. This drawing was concept- and lore-based and I kinda just did it on a whim. It's a combination of their old outfit, the cool robot armor, and a more battle-scarred version of their old outfit. They do have a prosthetic right arm though!

Fun fact: Lunatics AU was inspired by Metroid Dread. I know, crazy. But the armor says it all XD I should post more drawings of them in full armor.

Sprite is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns.

This isn't Sprite this time, surprise surprise. It's Solar, who's Sprite's best friend/buddy in Lunatics and FNF. In Demon AU, depicted here, he's the protagonist of the story.

Why's it called Demon AU then? Well, said college sophomore decided it would be a great idea to summon a demon with orange acrylic paint, supermarket birthday candles, and a dead mouse he found in his dorm the other day. I think you know who the summoned demon is.

Solar is male and uses he/him pronouns. Sprite is nonbinary and uses they/it pronouns.

(gray = black)

BLIZZARD WHY IS THE OUTSIDER'S MARK ON HIS SHIRT?? That's because my Assassin AU was inspired by Dishonored! Might as well stick a reference to one of my favorite video games of all time on one of my favorite OCs I've ever created!

Assassin!Sprite or AS!Sprite here is a little bit like Corvo Attano in that she is also a skillful assassin with supernatural powers. The powers themselves are different and the world is a whole lot different, but yeah it sorta tracks!

One running gag I've been playing with is that Sprite doesn't understand what "casual wear" is. Since he's out on the field all the time and was raised to be on the field all the time, he's pretty much used to wearing heavy cloaks and assassin gear, even while resting or asleep. Hence, an outfit you will never see again because this is just a one time thing lmao

This is probably my most developed Sprite AU though. I have a lot more details worked out about the characters here than anywhere else and I'm so very proud of it.

Sprite is female and uses he/her pronouns. The eyelashes only indicate gender. :)

(imagine all the blue-green parts are glowing)

Last one is Death Mist AU! Recently renamed due to technicalities. Also death mist sounds a lot cooler, lmaoo

In this AU, which I've recently begun fleshing out a little bit more, a poisonous gas descends upon a random patch of land - could be the middle of nowhere, or a settlement, or a fortified city - and anyone in that area who's not protected can be considered dead. Except for Sprite, who is immune. I'm still ironing out the details but that's sort of the basic gist of it.

Sprite is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns.

Okay I'll stop rambling and leave y'all alone for now T-T I've talked long enough already. Sorry!!

#blizzardream art #fnf #blizzard's fnf sprite #fnf oc #lunatic sprite #sprite lunatics au #sprite demon au #blizzard's demon sprite #demon au solar #sprite assassin au #assassin sprite #sprite dreampaw #sprite death mist au #blizzard's glow sprite #bliz talks too much #I should make a tag list for all of these otherwise I'm gonan forget them all myself LMAOO #anthro #furry? #I hope not #cat ocs #my ocs #oc art

[goodys-wares]

Been drawing the owl characters for my uni game. Never drawn owls properly before but I used to doodle them constantly. Here are a bunch of sketches, and as a bonus, some art of Penny, the mouse I drew previously.

/\ first owl doodles, heavily referencing Google images, plus a couple of my old doodle ones, and a couple of poorly drawn Penny's. I honestly kinda love the Granny looking one near the top left and she may end up becoming a character of her own.

/\ Owl drawn by my dad in a similar style to penny to use as a reference

/\ Bunch more Owl doodles trying to get the two characters Olivia and Albert's faces right. Olivia came easily, but Albert was a lot harder because I couldn't make his + pattern look good. Didn't fully settle on one for him but you can see elements start to consolidate. Will probably go with the kind of m shaped ruffles.

BONUS: Here's a photo of Penny's default talking sprite for the game. Hopefully I'll draw the other two soon! It's a photo rather than a screenshot as I'm posting the other images from my phone.

#owl #mouse #indie dev #game dev #art #penny the mouse owl #olivia the owl #albert the owl

[allistertheghost]

I’ve seen other people do an intro so i’m going to do one

I’m Allister

I’m abrosexual, genderfluid and go by all pronouns

Im neurodivergent, a furry, a latina and a minor

No weird comments about me (unless ur a close friend)

‼️‼️Please don’t sexualize pokémon, dragons, or animals around me, it makes me uncomfortable. That includes warrior cats, wings of fire, and other similar fictional animals (I’m fine w furries)‼️‼️

Long list of interests

Spooky’s Jump Scare Mansion

Cookie Run

Lemon Demon

Tally Hall

Wings of Fire

Warrior Cats (kinda)

Creatures of Sonaria

Pokémon

Beastars

Miitopia

Furry

Google Doodles

Sky COTL

Insects

Miracle Musical

Soddiken

Mother Mother

Will Wood

That Handsome Devil

The Living Tombstone

Deltarune

Plants

Animal Jam

Furry

Dragons

Art

Minecraft Dungeon

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

Vita Carnis

Saw

Modest Mouse

[iboulderdashart]

Whelp

Remember back in the day how Tumblr got rid of NSFW content on their site and everyone saw it as the dumbest move they could possibly make and it killed the site? Who could ever make a dumber decision?

Ol' Musk just went "hold me beer" on that by setting up a limit on how many Tweets you could view a day. While I understand it is temporary, you must also understand that this is the dumbest decision ever regardless of the situation all because one of the richest men on the planet doesn't want to pay his tab to Google. I don't know if this'll be the proper death of Twitter we were all waiting for, but I do think it is at least a significant blow regardless.

So fuck 'em.

I'm setting up on Tumblr. I give Twitter credit where credit's due for it's really simple ease of use and accessibility, which is the only reason I stuck around for so long, but now this "temporary" measure is just a force to drive me away. So I'm coming here.

I've looked at other sites, other Twitter alternatives like Hive or Mastodon... but nothing ever just clicked. They're all either weird, ugly, awkward, hard to use, or any combination of the above. Tumblr I'm at least vaguely familiar with and has been my most-likely candidate from the start.

I've another, much older Tumblr account, but forget it. I'm just going to start a new one here. My old Twitter started going to the wayside over time in favor of my art Twitter, so it'd just end up being the case here.

You want mouse art and other dumb things, you got it. Or will get it here, in time.

I went through my follows and tried my best to locate everyone I care about here on Tumblr, but not everyone has a Tumblr. I hope to still find them again some day.

I'll begin with my oldest content and work my way up. Please bear with me as it'll have to be done through my iPad and redownloading stuff off my Google drive. Don't hold your breath on smaller sketches and doodles as I don't save those, just do them as quick exercise. Future quick doodles will be posted and I'll try to get my older ones if I can, but those are currently just on Twitter. It depends on how hard the site wants to fight me for 'em.

So... hope to see ya all again soon!

[thepowerposter]

I posted 93 times in 2022

That's 53 more posts than 2021!

80 posts created (86%)

13 posts reblogged (14%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thepowerposter

@weirdmageddon

@pufferfishdude

@lunadragongem01

@dnpanimationstudioclone

I tagged 86 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#women's history month - 31 posts

#black history month - 27 posts

#youtube - 16 posts

#halloween - 4 posts

#90's cartoons - 3 posts

#twinkle the dream being - 3 posts

#google doodle - 3 posts

#earth day - 3 posts

#vashti harrison - 3 posts

#indianapolis clowns - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 47 characters

#the country mouse and the city mouse adventures

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Bubble Guppies logic

Gil: I'm a firefighter now! Time to put out some fire.

Molly: Wait...if we're underwater, how can there be a...? (the fire goes out)

1 note - Posted December 29, 2022

#4

Gilbert Gottfried is now dead...

What will become of Cyberchase? Or Digit?

4 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

#3

Curse you, Perry the Platypus!

Dr. Doofenshmirtz, Phineas and Ferb

5 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#2

Toni Stone

5 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I Have a Dream speech by Martin Luther King .Jr HD (subtitled)

6 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

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