#is that a thing

[fortunelowtier]

the only redeeming quality of this year's game awards was flute guy having a different instrument in every shot he was in until eventually he evolved to his final form where bro was playing The Doohickey

bro was playing the Gigaflute

#the game awards #flute guy #music tumblr #is that a thing #music tumblr i need you to inform me what bro was playing at the end #bro was playing the doodad #the gizmo

[mmoofykins]

Umm

I am literally so scared to post this u don't understand haha

Fanart for Cass apocalyptic series by @somerandomdudelmao

#I will be going straight to bed after this #Im running #cass fanart tag #Cass and tapa's ways of drawing comics guided me how to set up my panels #Cause their storytelling is so beautiful #And I didn't know how else to do it #I so so hope that's okay #Alternate take on the latest updates? #Is that a thing

[robanilla-arts]

sans undertale my best friend sans undertale

But he's old. His bones clack and creak and pop when he walks. He'll take a shortcut if he has to, but it just takes so much energy these days, and though he actively combats it, his mind ain't as sharp as it used to be. The risk of over or undercalculating the leap is a bit much for his single hp to take.

Considering just how old some monsters are (Gerson, Asgore and Toriel, etc. have been alive since before the war) I'd like to think this is a very long time down the line, but maybe it's not. Maybe Frisk is still around, and maybe they have an entire political career ahead of them still, and when they visit ol' dunkle sans, they chat about life and death and regrets and hopes. Sans reminisces about his youth, makes a tongue-in-cheek remark about how it wouldn't be so bad to reset and live all over again, knowing this would be the outcome. Frisk would laugh and shake their head no, they wouldn't be going back on their promise.

Papyrus is still spry in his age, but he's getting more and more brittle by the year. His humor has grown into that silly dry wit that makes Frisk pause to wonder if he's actually lost it. He still gives Sans a hard time about being lazy (and has more than once joined him in a mid-afternoon nap.) Toriel, if she's still around, still loves sharing puns with him, giving snail facts, and sharing cozy reading nooks (and perhaps the occasional nuzzle session ^^)

Sans never thought he'd make it this far. Every now and then, he wonders if Frisk even still has the power to reset - or save, for that matter. It was Flowey before them, after all. The mantle could be passed on... and what, then? Not that he'd really remember every detail of this life or the last, anyway.

It's best not to think about it now. He's kept busy, maybe as a shopkeep, or a science teacher, or what-have-you npc. He reads more often, does the daily puzzle in the newspaper. (He's gotten into a bit of a sudoku phase.) He still loves shocking people by drinking ketchup straight from the bottle, but hey, tea isn't that bad, actually. He manages to catch more sunrises. He still takes the time to stargaze whenever he can. He's happy.

Despite everything. He's happy.

#sans undertale #elder!sans #is that a thing #i hope i havent encroached on anyone's au or whathaveyou #just thinking. about the joys and sorrows that is growing old. when you never thought you'd get the chance. #robanilla-writes #my writing #robanilla-arts #my art #oh i cant not love them #i love them your honor

[boyslit]

wym everyone's not always thinking about the silly guy ever 24/7/365?

#sampo koski #hsr #honkai star rail #simpoblr #is that a thing #i feel like we tried to make it a thing and then everybody forgor

[anabantoid]

I finally made the gofundme for Wednesday. If you see my deadname no you didn't.

tl;dr I had to put my cat's emergency vet bills on various credit cards and now I need help paying them off after she passed away. The total was $5,668.85, rounded up to $5700 for gofundme since they're not exact.

Wednesday was probably the best cat I've ever had, she meant everything to me and losing her has been one of the worst things I've gone through in my life.

Here's proof of her bills.

Please reblog and share the link.

#cats #my cat #catblr #is that a thing #I don't know how to tag it #I just need help

[qiekz]

oooh im so eepyy

plz reblog

f2u if u credit me :]

#blinkies #blinkie #blinky #flickering #web graphics #page decor #webcore #old web #pixel #pixel art #sleepy #sleepycore #is that a thing #im lazy i was gonna add stars but i forgot also its 2 almost 3 am and i need to sleep #srry #gnnnn

[chappelroan]

i would stay forever if you say, "don't go," but you wont...

#destieledit #spnedit #supernaturaledit #deancasedit #taylorswiftnatural #is that a thing #canonspngifs #dailyspngifs #inacatastrophicmind #usergif #phoebesbridgers #usergay #lgbtqsource #lgbtqdaily #seraphcastiel #captainchilly #deancas #supernatural #*

[carrotluvr]

lay down on the ground. feel the earth's breathing. then even out yours to match it. now you become it and it becomes you. now two entities are one. now you are restful.

#moodboard #nature aesthetic #i hate tagging bruh #naturecore #ehhh idk i hate the unnecessary labeling of aesthetics #earthcore #dirtcore #is that a thing #forestcore #jesus h christ ... #photography

[lesbimew]

dayum!!!

#south park #marjorine stotch #sp kenjorine #sp marjorine #kenny mccormick #south park post covid #victoria chaos #mysterion #professor chaos #mystechaos #kenvic #is that a thing #idk man #princess kenny and paladin marj wrote their characters to be in love fo sure charlotte stole kenny’s gf </3 #charmarj is better tho idc 🥱 charlotte’s cuter than kenny could EVER be

[foxsnails]

Ahh mantis shrimp, the wizards of the sea

Watercolour painting (+ digital bg) requested on ko-fi (except for the wizard part, I’m going through a wizard phase, you know how it is)

#my art #mantis shrimp #shrimp #crustaceans #sea creatures #marine life #marine biology #uhhhh #fully aware the anatomy is not perfect but you try looking a living kaleidoscope in the eye and breaking down each shape one by one #this thing HURT #wizard #wizards #wizardcore #is that a thing #I hope

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

sorry for the sad drawing, i hope u guys can forgive me here a happy ethan being lauved and cared for 🙏

#ethan winters #mia winters #chris redfield #happiness is stored in the ethan #resident evil 8 #re8 #rebhfun #re #resident evil #resident evil fanart #resident evil village #mithan #winterfield #mithanfield #?? #is that a thing

[desertfangs]

Strange Happenings

I was listening to a podcast about Cattle Mutilations and then this happened. It's Armand/Daniel, circa 1975, a little more than 1000 words. I will put this in my short fic document on AO3 later.

Daniel’s blood went cold when he read the newspaper headline. He scoured the article and then checked that yes, this was the Denver paper, not some tabloid. He enjoyed a good tabloid story—and since learning that vampires were real, he suspected that some of the stranger things reported on in those rags were not entirely fiction—but this was a mainstream paper: cattle mutilations. 

He looked at the grisly photo of a cow with its guts hanging out, parts of it surgically removed. Bile rose in his throat and he swallowed a swig of beer to wash it back down. Ash fell from his cigarette onto the paper and he wiped it away, ashing the cigarette in the ashtray on the small round bar table. 

He poured over the article several times. The article said some people were suggesting it was prank, while others had more out-there theories. The article did not go into the specifics of what these strange theories entailed but something unnatural was definitely implied. Daniel wondered what that meant. According to the article, incidents like these had been happening for months in different areas around the state. 

He was so absorbed in his reading that the movement of the chair across the table startled him and he jumped. 

Armand laughed. 

Bastard. 

The vampire had sat, looking pleased with himself at how easily he’d managed to sneak up on Daniel. As if he didn’t do it all the damn time. Daniel glanced out the window. He hadn’t even realized it had gotten dark. 

“What are you reading?” Armand asked, grabbing the newspaper and sliding it across the table before Daniel could answer. 

Armand scanned the page and frowned. Daniel studied him, waiting for his reaction. It didn’t take long. Armand didn’t have to read like a mortal. He could just look at something and absorb the information. He had once insisted to Daniel that he was reading, just faster than a mortal brain could ever manage.

“Well? Is that your kind’s doing?” 

Armand laughed again. “You think vampires would bother with such elaborate and silly games?” 

You seem to enjoy games, Daniel thought before catching himself, remembering how easily the vampire could hear his thoughts.

“I have no interest in the blood of cows,” Armand said. “Nor do I desire to hack pieces off large animals.” 

“No? Seems like it would be a fun weeknight activity for someone like you,” Daniel said, tone droll. He stubbed the butt of his cigarette against the ashtray and pulled the paper back in front of him. “Do you know what’s doing it?”

“Bored children, probably,” Armand said.

Daniel laughed. He couldn’t help it. What an absurd response! “You think kids are going out and hacking up farm animals?” 

Armand shrugged. “The article suggests as much.” 

It did say local teens were suspected in at least one of the incidents, a copycat prank. He tapped his fingers against the table. “So you don’t know of a creature that might do something like this?” 

Armand’s expression shifted, darkening almost imperceptibly. He titled his head and examined Daniel for a long moment while Daniel tried not to squirm uncomfortably  under the scrutiny. Then he said, “I’ve never heard of such a creature and I cannot fathom what form they would take.” 

Daniel sighed. He folded the newspaper up. “What about Bigfoot?”

Armand blinked. “Are you asking if I believe a giant ape man is carving up cattle?” 

Daniel shrugged. 

“I’ve told you before, Daniel, I have no knowledge of such things existing. I am immortal, I am not all knowing.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Daniel waved his hand and lit another cigarette. “Do you kill animals often?” 

Armand actually looked surprised for a moment, which made Daniel smile. It took a lot to throw Armand off kilter and Daniel took great pleasure in doing so. 

Armand reached across the table and snatched the cigarette from Daniel’s mouth at a speed that made it look as if the cigarette had flown into his hand of its own accord. Daniel’s heart raced but he tried not to show the jolt of primal fear that ran through him.

Armand held the cigarette between his fingers the way Daniel did, mimicking his motions. “Humans are animals,” he said idly. 

“You know that’s not what I mean. Louis said he survived on rats—"

Armand’s head shot up and there was danger in his amber eyes. Daniel swallowed uneasily and reached for his glass. “Do not think speaking to one of us at length makes you an expert. And even he told you that was not normal behavior.” 

Daniel took a swig of his beer. “I’m not an expert, that’s why I’m asking you.” 

Armand put the cigarette to his lips. He inhaled, and then pulled it from his mouth, staring at it like it had offended him somehow. “We survive on animal blood when there is no other alternative. It’s your blood—the blood of mortals—that truly sustains us. Nothing else is sufficient.” 

Armand stared meaningfully at Daniel’s neck as he spoke and Daniel’s hand went automatically to the spot where Louis had bitten him. It had been two years but he could still feel the ghost of the wound and he often wondered how it would feel to have Armand’s fangs in his neck.

Armand’s hand jutted forward, offering Daniel back his cigarette. He took it, fingers brushing Armand’s cool fingers. He wanted to grab his hand suddenly and hold it in his, to see if it would warm up in his grasp. But Armand had already stood, pushing his chair back. 

“Where are you going?” Daniel demanded, without really thinking. He should be relieved the vampire was going. He was ice cold and probably hadn’t fed, and here Daniel was, stupidly asking him all about blood. That was a recipe for getting himself on the menu. 

And yet he didn’t hate the idea. Vampires could drink without killing. 

Armand leaned over the table and brushed a stray hair out of Daniel’s face. “Indeed we can, but it’s not satisfying. When I drink, I ride the heart until it stops and all the life has bled out.” 

Daniel’s pulse raced, ice traveling down his spine. And then Armand was gone, almost as if he’d vanished into smoke. Daniel opened the newspaper again and tried to find something to distract himself, waving to the bartender for another beer. He sure as hell wasn’t going to go back to his hotel room alone until the sun was high in the sky and it was safe to do so. 

#armand/daniel #short fic #armand x daniel #armand #daniel molloy #the chase years #devils minion #the devil's minion #devil's minion #vc fic #vc fanfic #short fic sunday #is that a thing #it should be a thing #daniel molloy vs cryptids #vc #vampire chronicles #tvc #armandaniel

[sammy8d257]

[turns into a bug] [turns into a bug] [turns into a bug] [turns into a bu-]

Guess what game I started playing

#Sammy8D art #bro its so over for me #instantly enamored #hollow knight #hollow knight sona #is that a thing #ajfbsbbfjs

[thoodleoo]

nonbinary achilles

#is that a thing

[pikoeatsglue32]

…self medicating…

It’s more complicated as a robot.

#art #fanart #vocaloid #utatane piko #illustration #digital arwork #cw injury #cw mechanical gore #?? #is that a thing #my art #Oops I tagged it wrong #this is my art lol

[mychlapci]

Rodimus having a praise kink and wanting to be taken care of.

Ratchet turning off all motor function so he can't move or even speak. All he can do is lay there like a doll as they use him. Then afterwards they clean him up by giving him a bath and feeding him. Except he still can't move so they have to wash him and hand feed him.

Rodimus just being warm and his mind all cloudy and peaceful.

oh my god. not to keep showing my ass on here but i’ve kind of started writing a fanfic where Ratchet has the exact opposite of this kink (and he’s feeling guilty about it), so now i’m thinking that Drift finds out Rodimus wants to be immobilized and taken care of and that Ratchet wants someone to immobilize and to take care of, so now he’s gotta get his two boyfriends to fulfill each other’s fantasies. Of course there’s a bunch of awkward shenanigans happening as he tries to make them talk to each other about it but he ends up having to be the middleman in the end anyways...

But all is good once Rodimus is medically paralyzed, turned into a pretty doll with a couple wet holes perfect for fucking. Ratchet and Drift take care of him. Tell him how good he’s being, so obedient, so docile, letting them do anything they want. The only thing Rodimus can move are his optics. He looks from Drift to Ratchet as they fondle him, prepping his valve for a big stretch, moving his hands and legs as they please. 

Rodimus pressed up between Ratchet and Drift, his valve full of their spikes. He can’t move his hips, he can’t close his arms around Drift’s shoulders or hold Ratchet’s hand at his hip, he can barely moan, little reflexive whimpers escaping his throat as his internal nodes are assaulted. He wonders if they know that his valve clenching down is him overloading, since he can’t exactly yell out his pleasure or even twitch through the bliss like he normally would. He just has to sit there, gently manhandled on top of two spikes, frame every so often exploding with charge that he cannot shake off. 

Once he’s been properly filled, it’s time to clean him out. Rodimus is placed into the tub, his back pressed against Drift’s chest, while Ratchet sprays him with water, gently cleaning out the transfluid and drool off of his frame, letting the shower head linger on Rodimus’ valve, telling him what a good doll he is. Rodimus feeling warm and dizzy as the transfluid is dug out of his valve and his panels are cleaned up. His mind is completely clouded over when he’s getting spoon-fed energon. Drift has to open and close his mouth for him, because he can’t do anything but swallow… like a good doll <3 

#valveplug #how do i tag this #hypnosis? #not really #this kink has a name i know it #dollification #? #is that a thing #it IS now