#lemme know if this is okay!

[cashsfm]

location: tripp’s trailer park

closed starter for: @strikercannon​

once cash had an idea in his head, he had to see it through or else it would nag at him incessantly. currently the project was a makeshift cornhole game, two plastic trashcan lids sprawled across the backyard of his trailer while he dug through a tin of beads that he’d gotten from the antique shop thinking they’d come in handy. cash didn’t know how to sew, had never threaded a needle in his life, and was pretty sure he’d walk away with an injury by the end of this; but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. some would say it’s easier to just go out and buy a cornhole set, but he wouldn’t be a cannon if he didn’t find some sort of redneck solution to an otherwise bored day. however, as he pricked the tip of his index finger for the umpteenth time, cash wrinkled his nose and poked his head up at the sound of his brother’s trailer opening, his eyes showing his frustration. 

“hey, you ever had to sew anythin’ b’fore? i’ve been tryin’ like a madman to get these beads locked up in this old sock, but i don’t think i’m cut out for this domesticated housewife bullshit, or whatever it’s called.”

#cash cannon: threads #cash x striker #lemme know if this is okay!

[feckless-royalty-archived]

starter for @r4chelamber

"You know, this isn't exactly a public hiking trail." Kol spoke the words to the seemingly empty air. He may not have super human senses any longer, but he had too many years of experience under his belt to notice the signs of hunting. The way the world around him stilled to a deafening silence, the hairs on the back of his neck rising, and the certainty he was being watched were all dead giveaways.

He hoped he was wrong.

"If you're going to jump me, at least have the decency to do it like a man."

#lemme know if this is okay! #r4chelamber #small smarter #speaking: kol

[clawsbcared-a]

rocking on the balls of his feet, the accepted bastard son of house mormont seemed both lost and found as he waited in the godswood of the red keep. he had come alongside wylla in search of their eldest sister, whom was being kept secure within the red keeps walls, and to pledge whatever fealty they can to ensure dacey's safety - though he was sure it would be better coming from their father, a runt and strongheaded daughter would have to do.

warrick had retreated to the sanctuary of the godswood once the looks began, the whispers and the scoffs as he sauntered besides his highborn sister - he was sure he looked to be a pit fighter or ruffian dragged from the depths of flea bottom compared to wylla. a hand presses to the pale trunk fo the tree, a link to the old gods to offer comfort in a strange place full of snakes and vipers that could strike at any second. the bastard son doesn't hear @dreamaryen approach, nor does he take notice of the silence that seems to blanket the area as he almost pleads to his gods, a silent prayer for dacey's safety.

#dreamaryen #thread 001 / warrick & heleana (dreamaryen). #verse / main. #muse / warrick snow. #lemme know if this is okay! #offline / queue.

[sxmnus]

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · @uhgoodz​.

      ❝ are you here looking for a job? because if you’re just here to loiter then i’m going to have to ask you to leave. and i don’t think you’d be terribly happy once my security guards come out here to.. take care of things. ❞ either that, or they needed to come inside to enjoy the show but given how they were just gawking outside of his establishment, he didn’t think that was their intent.

#( duri verse | tbd. ) #uhgoodz #lemme know if this is okay!

[outcfmymind]

@lcvedriven asked: “don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.” /hop

from more random dialogue prompts !! no longer accepting !

joyce knew better. — knew how ridiculous she looked camping out in front of the middle school on her break, a pair of old sunglasses on and a dark scarf wrapped around her head as if it made her less conspicuous. but she couldn't help the paranoia that settled in when she was away from will. the worry. she just needed to stay for a moment. just a moment.

until, of course, a familiar police car caught her eye and she cursed. it was just her luck that she'd get caught, wouldn't it? hoping on the off chance that she hadn't been seen, joyce slowly reclined her seat in an attempt to hide from view. this only added to how silly she felt being here, but it was too late for that now.

unsurprisingly, hop appeared at her open window and she sighed at his words. ❝ you could have at least pretended not to see me, ❞ joyce huffed slightly, sheepishly pulling off her 'disguise'. shame prevalent on her face she raised her seat back up and she gave him a half-smile. ❝ i was... uh, i - i was just, ❞ she rolled her lips together, trying to not laugh at herself, and waved a hand. there really was no good excuse. ❝ i don't know what i'm doing. ❞

#☎ . //answered #☎ . //ic #☎ . season two //VERSE #i feel like this is peek pre-season two overprotective joyce #this felt like a 'i caught you doing something silly' moment lol #lemme know if this is okay!

[starredforlife]

hey you 🫵

make ur personal dashcon for all I care. as many snacks and as much nudity n weed as you want for whichever scenario lol. go nuts show nuts yknow? or whatever we used to say

#star’s polls #polls #okay bless it’s set for a week now lol #tumblr #mutuals #reblog n Lemme know!!!. #uhhh I think I said I’d wanna do a pool party and s’mores n a horror movie….yea…. #if you’ve seen this already vote again I fucked up 😭 #added weed bc I forgot most people aren’t straight edge lol

[civetside]

hello guys it's me miss consistent art style!!! wrestling AU????? sorry i am smashing my 2 current interests together as ya do, gideons trying to be a cool pro wrestler and harrow is her manager

#tlt #griddlehark #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon nav #camilla hect #ianthe tridentarius #idk im not tagging ALL of them you know the guys #i been watching a lotta wwe and wow lately good shit lemme tell you what #i need somebody to like wrestling like i do so i can yell at them about WOW like please that shit is CRAZY #anyways i have so many ideas for this AU you have no idea #i have plans for most characters okay it all fits perfectly just give me another 100 pages to tell you about it #i will be drawing more homosexual wrestling if you all are interested in seeing more #i love being cringe smiles real big

[shepscapades]

49. Moon Waltz - Piano Version — Cojum Dip

Tuna, i don't know HOW you picked this song but it's literally one of the most heart wrenching things on dbhc Tango's playlist so. congratulations. i think <3 I think I said ages ago in some tags that Tango was about to get the dbhc Etho Angst treatment, and i got very quickly distracted/consumed by Destruction and Doc/Xisuma related Angst, but boy oh boy am i glad i get to finally hit on a little bit of this poor man's trauma LDFKJGDFG

I'l try to keep this brief but. I'm insane enough about the hermitcraft season 8 finale as is, and even more than that i'm crazy enough about Tango's hermitcraft season 8 finale, and then on top of all that, you're telling me a jaded, bitter android whose characterizing moments of anger and failure are carried on his sleeve is the same android who tried to be the hero and save his friends, only to let an oversight be the reason he not only fails, but destroys his body in the process???? ?? ? A machine who isn't supposed to make oversight mistakes???? A machine who somehow let a rabbit be the reason he failed ? ? ??? I dont know what you expected from me other than to be extremely unwell about him and this whole arc in general

The base version of this song is just as good, but something about the piano version gets the vibes just right for these scenes... Something about the waltz-style cheeriness of the vocals contrasting to how horrific the lyrics and situation actually are. Idk man i'm fine don't look at me

#dbhc #dbhc tango #tangotek #hermitcraft #hermitcraft dbh au #hermitcraft s8 finale #moon big #hermitcraft season 8 #hc season 8 #hermitcraft s8 #tango #art escapades #HRAGHARHGHARGH i promise i dont have a million drawings for every song <said yknow like a liar #tw death #tw vast #tw blood #tw technogore #lemme know if i missed any content warnings! #i'm literally so not okay about him. and this snowballed okay. #fun composition turned into “oh let me do some studies so i know what i'm drawing” turned into dramatically lit pieces with full lighting #yes the red is purposeful. dont look at me #my last crazy person rambling thought: #i like that it's unclear if the concept of being 'alive' is 'wrong' is because he's dying #or if it's because he never considered himself alive in a human sense in the first place #i just think. an android who's build for thermo regulation and resisting heat and explosions. #dying to an explosion that split his already-broken shell. making it wayyy too cold #is the most ironic freaking way to slowly loose power. trying to regulate the heat in his body because space is so cold and hes not #built for that. #dbhc music #dbhc art

[hopelessromanfic]

i noticed something today…

in all the byers siblings bedrooms there’s this little box on the wall:

wills:

els:

jonathans:

and i thought hmm, wtf are those and then i found these on google:

so they all have little intercoms in their rooms??

imagine them just making stupid little announcements throughout the day/night whereas joyce just uses it to tell everyone dinner is ready/goodnight/good mornings

the possibilities are endless

#stranger things #byers siblings #byers hopper siblings #byers brothers #byers family #byers hopper family #byler #bc y’all get it #okay lemme know if im bullshitting or if someone has mentioned this before

[angelpuns]

Leo going through the horrors but the horrors are just that he had a shitt day and no one bothered to save him any cookies :/

#vent art #uhhh ig this needs warnings #harmful stims #sometimes ya gotta bite to regulate okay #im not saying its OKAY #im just #ugh #im too tired to bother ill delete it if someone doesn't like it #having a shitty time for no reason #sorry if its illegible biut also i dont really care rn #tw bad coping mechanisms #trolls is not the bad coping mechanism #its like the ONE good one #whet william #highly reccomend rtrolls #general tw #lemme know if it needs mopre #or if i need to delete it idk #my brai is mad fuzzy rn #somehow drawing it makes it seem even more stupid in hindsight #ah wel

[bucket-of-amethyst]

@simplydm's post, colorized

SQUEAK!!

#dm i hope its okay i took a screenshot of the post tumblr gets weird when u try to link stuff :( #but lemme know if u prefer that i change it :] #this took a while i had file issuesss aaaa had to redraw the entire sketch x-x #but it was so fun thank u dm for letting me draw ur post <3333333333 #impulsesv #bdouble0 #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #hermitcraft #hermitblr #comic #bucket of art

[demonir]

The TF2 men and their beautiful bodies <3 I'm just so overcome with love for all of them and I wanted some anatomy practice so here ya go!

close ups over here ↓

And BONUS!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 scout #tf2 engineer #tf2 demoman #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #torso nudity #semi naked #anatomy practice #demos art #digital art #artists on tumblr #art #I just love men a lot okay #all shapes and kinds of men #this took me two days to do #feel free to be as thirsty as you want in the tags i find it funny #lemme know whos your favorite! #i loved drawing engineer a lot #also i refuse to draw scouts stupid ass tattoo in my head he does NOT have that

[cookiesandcantarella-art]

Do you ever think about the absolute euphoria Duck would feel at getting to be human again? I do. I do a lot.

[ID: a stylized digital painting of Fakir and Duck embracing each other as he lifts her in the air. Fakir stands ankle deep in a pond and water splashes around them. A few white feathers float through the air around Duck. She is nude and her hair is down. Fakir wears a simple white shirt with his pants rolled up above the water level. In the foreground, an open book rests upon the dock. Behind them, the clouds are lit with the pinks and blues of a sunrise. End ID]

#princess tutu #fakiru #i dont *think* i need to tag for nudity since i chose the least revealing pose i could find #but if thats an issue lemme know #my magic number is 5 years after the show #duck is roughly 19 human years and fakir is 21 #are we moments away from a category 5 fakir naked girl meltdown? #or has he grown out of that #you decide #i was trying to go for something more stylized and impressionistic #but eventually i had to say fuck it #it’s good enough #I’m not Monet #and that’s okay #that’s okay #lea draws #my art

[clawsbcared-a]

though her family is loyal to house stark and her father had made many trips to visit winterfell - both for pleasure and business - dacey had been only a handful of times, the last of which saw her ridiculed by strangers for muttering beyond her comprehension. each time lead her to the same dark place, the CRYPTS.

her bare feet had carried her from her guest chambers, through the snow covered courtyard and down to the holding place of starks long past - it would have been a scandal for anyone to find the eldest mormont daughter in nothing but her night shift, but fate had it that she ghosted over winterfell unnoticed. "the wolf passes in the night, the pup's cry is heard by the moon . . . " her voice mumbles the phrase over and over and over softly until the shuffling of @northsrose brings her back to reality. "oh dear . . . my feet are cold."

#northsrose #thread 001 / dacey & lyanna (northsrose). #verse / main. #muse / dacey mormont. #lemme know if this is okay! #offline / queue.

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XVII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here and we're limping into part 17...

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)

Where we last left off... Two! Words! In! English!!! And a television? Hardcore!

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny can raise his head now.

Only a little. It still hurts his neck for a while after. But his arms and his head both rise, now. His fingers curl, now, too.

The result is that Danny can now watch and change his own television channels. No more news! Now it’s all Food Network, all the time, baby. The result is that sometimes the doctors tending to him get distracted by various pasta dishes, but also. Danny is also distracted by various pasta dishes.

And roast chicken.

And fried potatoes. Every potato ever, actually.

…It makes eating his oatmeal a more awful ordeal.

“Aw, dyrling, na þa sæd egean,” the lady says to him, spoon at his lips. Danny weakly moves his arm towards her, but only manages to hit her elbow with the heel of his thumb. “Inne cwic tima, gise? Hiere þa læce.”

Danny is pretty sure his face is a nightmare to look at at the moment, but he still makes the world’s saddest expression at the lady, because she hasn’t blasted him or hit him or even sedated him yet, and he needs something. Anything.

He’s pretty the lady makes an equally sad look under her medical mask, but Danny is hungry and he’s tired all the time and he’s sad and he wants a cheeseburger. Or fries. Or…or anything at all!

Danny’s look gets progressively sadder, and the lady gets progressively sadder to match, and then they’re both just looking at each other so very sadly until a doctor physically has to cut between them to reach for Danny’s green-speckled blankets.

Ugh. Great. Now he’s cold too. He can’t quite muster a glare, but the doctor gets an extremely stern squint from him for their “help”.

The only response Danny gets is a half-strangled laugh. That is not the response Danny needs. He needs immediate respect and a Nasty Burger number two special.

And a new blanket.

“—Eall dæg?” the doctor asks the woman, but not Danny, and then he has to listen to everyone talking about him in a weird language without even pretending to ask for his input. It’s extremely annoying, and Danny half-considers falling asleep to avoid it. His gaze slides back to the television. He’s just as capable of ignoring everyone else as they are. He bets it sucks. He hopes it sucks.

They talk for a while, but then the lady takes the oatmeal away—and hey! Danny’s eyes widen and sting from the stretch. Uh. Maybe he didn’t think this one through. He’d still thought he’d get lunch out of this.

Um. He would like to continue to receive meals. But he’s watching her walk out with his oatmeal, which is the only human food that’s ever been given to him here, and…

Danny’s stomach cramps. It’s probably just anxiety.

He wishes he’d eaten the stupid oatmeal.

The doctor stays with him, setting the blanket into a laundry bin and checking over Danny’s body (ew) (gross) (nasty) for whatever they have to check on him, and Danny tries to go intangible at least four times during the check only to get oWOUCHOW jerks inside his core. At least one time, he flickers invisible. Not much, he thinks. Probably just an arm and the chunk of his torso.

The doctor pauses. Danny waits for things to (start to hurt) get worse.

“Mæg Ic?”’

…Danny doesn’t move. It hurts to breathe. Every time air scrapes through his nose and mouth, it burns a little more.

The doctor doesn’t move.

So they just.

Wait.

“Mæg Ic?” the doctor asks again.

They move very, very slowly. They touch him, and his—skin—and they rotate him to check underneath him. If they find something of whatever it is they’re monitoring him for, he gets wiped down with something gooey and wiped clean, and sometimes he even thinks they bandage him.

Danny wishes he had a bath. A whole, real bath. Where he could wash his own hair. And wipe off whatever this goo is.

When they’re done, the lady comes back in.

The sound of the door latching shut makes Danny flinch. Is she going to punish him? She walks to his bed. With her medical mask over her face, Danny can’t see if she’s visibly mad at him or not. She doesn’t look mad though…does she?

She stands to his good side, presumably so that Danny can see her. The oatmeal is back—it looks kind of gloopy, though, like it’s been badly reheated. The lady shows something to the doctor, who makes an irritated groan, and then they start talking to each other again. She cuts off to show him something, though—

Danny blinks. She’s showing it to Danny. He…looks down at it.

It looks like a mustard packet. It’s a black packet with yellow streaks, with writing on it with those letters Danny’s never seen before coming here, and it takes his eyes a second to focus on the package before realizing that there’s a little bee and pot on one end of the packet.

Oh. It’s honey?

Oh!

…Oh!!

Danny jerks upright, and, OW, and he definitely scares the lady and the doctor who rush to settle him but there’s honey?? Flavor??? His food can taste good again??!

He wheezes— and slaps a stinging hand onto the packet. “Pl’s?” he begs. He’d stopped begging in the old labs, no one there had listened to him—and he’d stopped begging for them to be gentle, to stop hurting him, to let him go. But for food. For food that tastes, Danny might do anything. Anything. “P’lease? Ple’se? Pleese?”

“Pleece?” the woman repeats, baffled. The word doesn’t mean anything to her; she’s only repeating the sounds. But Danny can’t stop begging.

“P’lease?”

“Pleece? Pleace?”

“Please?!”

“Awrite þis,” the woman mutters, and the doctor leaves. “Bist wel. Eom hebbjan eower wist. Es wel.”

And that still means nothing to him, but the lady gently lifts him up until his back can lay on the pillows, and he can sit more than lay. Danny watches in raspy silence as she rips the packet open and dumps the contents into the oatmeal. She stirs with gloved hands, ensuring that the packet is equally distributed. And then there’s a glob on her spoon, and the spoon to his lips.

Danny takes a bite. Tears well.

“Shhh,” the woman coaxes. “Wanian ma?”

Ma sounds kind of like more. Danny opens his mouth, and is rewarded with another spoonful.

He doesn’t start crying in earnest until the bowl is gone. But that’s alright. The lady finds tissues, somewhere, and he gets to look into her human-blue eyes as she carefully dries over and around his still-soft, green-edged wounds.

It’s a very nice gesture.

Danny sobs a little harder.

#Diana: kids like sweets right? Honey? We have honey packets in the caf for the tea drinkers #Closest Doctor: I don't know if it would be too hard for him to digest at this stage— #Diana: look at him. Look at my sad child #Danny: *having several simultaneous crises* #Closest Doctor: ...Okay. I will say. That's pretty bad. Yeah he can probably digest like a teaspoon of honey; lemme go add that to his char #health and hybrids #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dcu crossover #Lemme ✨sprinkle in✨newfound food insecurity trauma

[crispycreambacon]

[Image Description in the Alt Text]

Ever wondered what happened to the puppets stuck in the Wondrium Arena?

So did the Professor and his meat shield/bestie westie, Ryan. Instead of waiting for an answer, they planned to get the puppets out of there. They even argued with God over it, or rather the Professor did since Ryan was too mentally out-of-it from the absolute absurdity of this situation.

And what did God give to them in return for winning the argument? A bus. To drive to the Wondrium Arena with. ‘Cause what better way to rescue a bunch of dead puppets than crashing a bus into their purgatory?

— ☆ —

I'm happy to announce the release of my first AO3 fanfic: Seatbelts, Everyone!

As you can see from the blurb above, it's a one-shot crackfic about the Professor and Ryan rescuing the puppets in the Wondrium Arena by crashing a bus into it. 'Cause why not?!

This fic has it all! We got:

Ryan learning how to drive a bus via WikiHow!

God being the absolute worst!

Silly puppet interactions!

Existential crises occuring throughout the fic!

An honestly heart-warming ending?

Y'all the line between silly jesting and sincere genuineness is so blurry in this fic. So if that all sounds like a jam of a time, you can read the fic via clicking here! Or clicking the title. Or searching up "Seatbelts, Everyone!" by crispycreambacon on AO3.

Thank you so much for checking it out! And even if you don't, I hope you enjoyed the comic. May you all have a fantabulous day!

#this comic took 10 HOURS but it was so worth it #I had a lot of fun drawing the expressions and giggling at myself while I poorly photobash to create the backgrounds #THANK GOD FOR IBISPAINT X FREE ASSETS FR FR #Not this God this god is an absolute bastard #(affectionate but still a bastard) #I missed making comics so much you have no idea!! #So proud of myself for completing this fic.. it's been so long since I've written a full story for fun #also fyi we have TWO non-binary icons (affectionate + derogatory) in this fic #the Professor and God #I'm sure you know which one is which :}}} #okay rambling over lemme uh #puppet history #the professor puppet history #the professor #ryan bergara #ryan beef boy bergara #shane madej #estranged producer shane madej #watcher #watcher entertainment #watcher fanart #art #artists on tumblr #fanart #chris p fried art #image described #chris p fried writings