#wow would you look at that

[chaoticlad]

She’ll do anything for some blackmail

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #smg3 x smg4 #smg4 meggy #smg4 tari #wow would you look at that #a double date!!

[irradiatedrosegarden]

eres cosa peligrosa ~

#wow would you look at that #more daisy and benny #<3 #new vegas #fallout new vegas #benny #benny fallout #benny gecko #daisy correa #courier six #courier 6 #fallout oc #benny x courier #fallout fanart #irradiated art

[brekitten]

 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jack Fenton & Jazz Fenton & Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton Characters: Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton, Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), Maddie Fenton Additional Tags: Fentonic 2024 (Danny Phantom), Skiing, snowflakes, Past Character Death, Jazz Fenton-centric, Trauma, Guilt, Implied/Referenced Character Death Series: Part 25 of Cat Soulmates Fentonic 2024 Spoilers, Part 2 of If No One In The World Cares About You, Do You Even Exist? Summary:

Jack and Maddie have noticed their daughter's grief over Danny. Of course they have, why wouldn't they? So, they decide to distract her.

She liked snowboarding, didn't she? She would probably enjoy skiing as well.

Skiing | Snowflakes

Day 25 is in the same universe as Day 3, so be prepared for angst :P

@catnek-writing-things

#fentonic2024 #skiing #snowflakes #danny phantom #jazz fenton #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #angst #character death #guilt #wow would you look at that #i actually got this posted on time #woohoo #i hope yall suffer #mwahaha #(mostly joking)

[chacharealsnooth]

SKETCHBOOK ART DUMP

🗑️✨YAY✨🗑️

Basically these are some doodles that, let’s be real, I will never finish ever

Also wow I can draw stuff other than TOH? Who would have thought

#my art #original character #wow would you look at that #stunning #breathtaking #never seen before

[beedreamscape]

Loquaerryn fluff because I can and there's isn't enough of it. Syrupy sweet, clown behaviour with the tiniest pinch of spice. 1.7k words.

Laerryn has never been in love before.

She had once, in her more than a century-long life, felt satisfied in someone's company, the companionship, and it could've been something --- he was handsome, reasonable, driven. But it wasn't enough to keep her around once their interests began to diverge. He would eventually make his way across Domunas, pursue a war artificer career, and she'd make her way across Exandria, conquering the skies and beyond.

So when it happens, it comes knocking as a battering ram.

A thrill ride, the unexplored territory of being irrevocably smitten, equal parts exhilarating and mortifying. It's a neverending hunger, an ever-burning flame of thought.

She's a grown woman in all her freedom and rights, yet she becomes a thing that loves in Loquatius' presence.

She's aware of the ways of fey --- through a torrent of questions she hopes Patia took as mere curiosity and nothing more. She knows of their contracts, their hierarchy, their peculiar shade of magic, uncanny and mesmerizing at the same time. Also knows of their charm, their beauty and allure, their alien strangeness.

That all felt more true to nymphs and pixies and fairies, the legendary Archfeys and rags. Loquatius, even with his fantastical metamorphic powers, comes out as an ordinary man with a peculiar personality. He has a job and acts accordingly in social events, his rental is reasonably organized and he speaks eloquently enough to sell even the cheapest ideas.

But then the chrysalis will crack and reveal the magnificent vibrant creature lying within.

She will hear him laugh and charm a crowd with ease no ordinary person ever could and wonder how could she have ever doubted it.

She will wake in the night and watch him sleep and have confirmed every rumour and every myth --- No mortal man could be this beautiful, this ethereal.

Or maybe it's in the way he holds her and, in every inch of connection, she can feel an otherworldly possessiveness awaking in her an instinct to give in.

How many times had she made fun of Evandrin for the same sort of behaviour? For his foolishness and his soppiness, for his eagerness and surrender. Falling in love was always for other people who were reasonable and likeable and gentle, who didn't have their minds wrapped in ambition and had time for idleness.

It'd make her laugh were it not so terrifying.

Evandrin never told her about that part...

Despite her lack in deceptiveness, she finds success in keeping her affections under covers. While the sexual tension is more than palpable and their endeavours aren't a secret to their friends, she doesn't bring him up in conversation very often and acts mostly sane in Quay's company, hiding every shade of romance that could color her words.

But while she stands there, serious-faced and unperturbed, her own body makes sure to remind her that something as honeyed as it is fiery coats her soul, each and every time, at the faintest sign of his presence.

.

But then in private, just the two of them, it's arduous to contain the ever-growing fervour of feelings. He becomes a quiet and tender thing and she turns into a giddy and frisky mess.

She sits sideways on his lap, resting in a slow late afternoon, a position she hadn't thought she'd allow herself to be in a year before, the soft cotton of her skirt leaving her perceptive to the corduroy fabric of his trousers, always expensive and perfectly cut for him. It's a comfortable place to be.

He means to brush a strand behind her ear but instead twirls the curl around his finger. “You haven't been as vocal as usual, darling girl.”

She sighs resting her temple on his shoulder. “I'm circling through some thoughts.”

“Would you care to share them?”

She smiles for a moment. “Always the exemplar reporter.”

He chuckles. “I can't help it.”

He allows her a silent moment to ponder but tilts his head sideways to look at her watching the muscles of his neck shift.

Her lips open with a fleeting sound, but spotting his loving eyes fixed on her, instead, she reaches her hand towards his face, stroking his cheek, his cloud-soft skin underlined by a marble-like weave of veins, then traces lips, nose ridge, the thin dark skin around his eyes, the feathery fan of white eyelashes, the barely there peak of his ear. Others wouldn't believe how dainty a thing his face can be from its drastic shifts and all those grand expressions.

The corners of his lips curve into a smile. “Are you trying to distract me?”

She sighs. “Trying to make sense of something.”

“I promise this is my real face.”

Lastly, she traces the dip beneath his lips down to his chin before pulling away. “I know that. You're... “

“What?” He whispers. 

“I can't word it…”

And truly, words escape her along with a growing weight the longer she observes him. She straightens, on his lap still.

“You're making me worried, Lae.”

“Well, I'm about to make it worse.” 

He stiffens beneath her, leaning forward to get a better look at her face. Laerryn is rarely ever a hard person to read, never had someone he met been this unmasked. He rests a gentle hand on her elbow. 

Her eyes flutter and there's a tightness just below her lungs. It's a sudden wave of boldness which, this time, she chooses to ride.

“I'm in love with you, Quay.” She looks him in the eyes. “I love you.”

And the words feel just as true out of her mouth as they have felt in the past month or so, as much as she tried pulling them away.

There's only a deep exhale in response from Loquatius and Laerryn's stomach grows icy cold with regret. She never longed for anyone's attention or appreciation, but any indifference from Quay would be too much even for her. To have the breaking of her soul be seen as anything but monumental and deep would be the death of the most wonderful thing she has shared with someone and she isn't sure there'll ever come someone capable of putting her back together.

But, slowly, Quay's face grows silvery bright along with the most tender of smiles. He's flushed.

His hand ascends from her elbow to the back of her head, holding her still as their lips meet. It's all the answer Laerryn needs, even more than she could've hoped for. If words escaped her, her body is always ready to reveal its truths.

And the answers it doesn't possess, she is more than pleased to seek in Quay's mouth. It's hidden in the way he pulls her close, disguised in the way she cradles his face in her hands, obscured by the way they want more, closer, intenser.

“Nothing else could've made me happier,” he says between kisses without ever pulling more than two inches away from her face. “No time I've called you my darling has meant anything less. My. Darling.”

She adjusts her legs beside his hips and kisses him again, to steal the words from his mouth, to taste the honey that coats his tongue. He's engulfed in her hold, contained within a cloud of noisy desire, the rocking of her hips trying to wake the primal fey essence of his soul and body, the part that wants her in the most physical of forms. And he wants her, for all the gods, he wants her.

The pull of clothes is desperate between laborious breaths and the magnetism of lips tongues teeth, warm skin, wet mouths.

Laerryn is loud, louder than she'd ever been before. There's nothing left to hide, the cut has already been made, and no other option is left but to tear herself open from tip to tip, to finally share with Quay the true extent of her desire.

But Loquatius has all the sensibilities to recognise that Laerryn's mind and organism are both running a thousand miles an hour, knows she's trying to burn through the feeling and the exposition of confession instead of sitting with the weight of the moment.

“Darling, darling,” he grips her hips until she stops and she whines against his cheek, “don't exhaust yourself, I'll give you what you want.”

“I want you,” she says with a growl yet coated in warm honey.

“And you'll have me.” He holds her face in front of his. “Let's go to my bed, let's take our time. Our time.”

And then it's too much and the tears start pouring and, in a reluctant fashion, she tries to wipe them away against the continuous pour, cursing under her breath. She's not sad, she's not frustrated, she's simply overflowing with feelings she's yet to name.

“Oh, love, don't…” He kisses her cheekbones. “It's okay though. It's all very overwhelming, is it not?”

“Overwhelming doesn’t cover half of it. I've never felt this way... I feel like I'm dying and nothing can save me.”

Quay knits his would-be eyebrows pinch together at the sight, it was his first time seeing her cry and it was tragically beautiful how the tears make the gold in her eyes glitter.

“You don't need saving. If you're falling, you're falling into the safety of my love where my heart is tender and ready for you. I love you since I first saw you, Laerryn.”

Every word is made even more beautiful with her lipstick smeared across his lips against the pale grey skin, she wipes it out with her thumb either way.

And a smile grows through the tears. “You didn't know me.”

“Doesn't mean I didn't want you. You've given me a gift with the truth of your feelings and I wanna repay you with my loyalty. Give this whatever name you prefer, I'll be yours for as long as you'll have me and even then I’ll still be yours.”

“Loquatius Seelie, you are lightning in a bottle. Where else can I find someone like you?” His face can barely contain his smile which in turn makes Laerryn sigh in admiration. “Yes, I’ll have you. I just hope you’re mindful of the bargain you just struck with me.”

And it’s with vibrant laughter that he takes her, this most beautiful woman that loves him, in his arms to his bedroom.

#loquaerryn #laerryn x loquatius #laerryn coramar seelie #loquatius seelie #writing #flash fic #wow would you look at that #me still in love with these two... in this economy #the guy mentioned in the beginning is a legit character I came up with for my fic bc 🤩drama🤩 #i just felt corny the other day and had to do something about it #that's it

[wysteriaisapenguin]

I posted 328 times in 2022

That's 328 more posts than 2021!

201 posts created (61%)

127 posts reblogged (39%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

dawndrawsstuff

wysteriaisapenguin

captainmvf

putuponpercy

elovesrandomfandom

I tagged 328 of my posts in 2022

#wysty draws - 138 posts

#digital art - 97 posts

#wysty's thoughts - 72 posts

#thomas the tank engine - 70 posts

#fan art - 56 posts

#srb - 44 posts

#ttte humanized - 39 posts

#original art - 33 posts

#ttte thomas - 32 posts

#reblog - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#i know that's due to him fitting into the 'children's show protagonist role' but...i feel like this change can work somehow

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

See the full post

97 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#4

Henry doesn’t smile that often. But when he does, it’s the most brightest smile anyone has ever seen. 

98 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#3

See the full post

124 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#2

See the full post

305 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ah yes, I love Thomas and his ‘friends’

378 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #wow would you look at that #yknow i didn't expect to be a ttte blog this year but here we are now #and it's been a fun ride too! #MY TOP POSTS ARE MOSTLY TTTE RELATED TOO PFFFFF #and one mii related thing #well here's too making more fun stuff for next year!

[in-the-abyss]

#wow would you look at that #im participating in something this year #art fight #the abyss speaks #my art

[everything-is-wonderwall]

10000 posts!

oh.

#10000 posts #tumblr milestone #wow would you look at that

[charturnus]

𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾,

𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮,

𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂.

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼,

𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽.

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱.

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭, 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂,

𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮,

𝓲𝓯 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵.

- 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑒

#wow would you look at that #an original post #this is my very poor attempt at poetry #got to keep up with sad girl autumn you know #it's a lifestyle #bragi this one's for you #bless me with some actual poetry writing skills please and thank you #how long has this been in my drafts you ask? #mind your business I say #soz for the font but tumblr fonts are all ugly

[gloomy-prince]

68 bc its my fave number :)

#wow would you look at that #it’s another reddie playlist song. lol. lmao

[theoldkyokodied]

Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)

#bloodweave #astarion x gale #gale x astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #they are so funny god help. thank you to whoever sat Neil next to Tim #my roommate turning to look directly at me whenever they were interacting lik bestie please stop I am trying to be normal. don’t look at me #my roommate also said Neil acting low-key obsessed with gale and I could only say wow he’s just like me fr fr. #if I didn’t still struggle with getting shadowhearts likeness you would get a drawing of her hugging bing bong too but alas … #anyway the stream was so fun #can’t wait til tomorrow hehe

[unhingedhiro]

~ welcome ~

→ she/they, ace, demiromantic

→ genuinely a smashed together hot mess of all my interests that can just about hardly be called a blog

→ very volatile to change depending on the fandoms i enter and exit

→ carrd for more info & ao3 - hiro’s carrd

→ mainly reblogs, you'll catch me in the occasional tag game, throwing out a hi3 guide if the guide posted on hi3’s discord doesn't update by the time i do my er runs (this is a lie im a retired honkek player) or when i brain worm about multiple things or multiple people

→ for hi3 guide (fov combo) - here

→ accidental drabbles/brainrot (full fics posted on ao3 but drabbles are cross posted on here & ao3) - here or #hiro brainrots

#intro blog #wow would you look at that #hiro is officially no longer a lurker

[literaphobe]

being obsessed with a song and being obsessed with the blorbos is so funny because u will listen to the song and go HMMM……. if i ignore this one lyric forgo this whole verse remove the context AND solely focus on these five completely unrelated isolated lines…? this song is TOTALLY about Them 😎😎😎

#text #music #fandom #idk #KFKSMDMSK #its like wow all this song is about is being in love and im like #SO THEM!!!! #KKFSKDKSKDKSKDK #me looking at the lyrics to Let You Break My Heart Again by laufey #LIKE YEAH SO CHAT NOIR @ LADYBUG!!!! #he WOULD let her break his heart again!!!! #onekplus

[bakudekublogblog]

i’m obsessed with this panel bc izuku why are you flirting with him during a top secret save the world ofa meeting

#bakudeku #bkdk #kacchan: I’d kick your ass I’d do so much better than you I’d bust them all out and master the quirks immediately #izuku: >:) ahah yeah!!! you’re the BEST kacchan sugoi sigh and you’d look good doing it too #izuku just is so proud of him he thinks he’s so co #so cool so hot so sexy so smart #kacchan: i would crush you #izuku- with the biggest shiniest happiest eyes ever-: haha yeah you would heheheh wow kacchan <3.

[maira-writes-shit]

#WOW WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT #I WROTE SOMETHIGN AGAIN #WOOOO #It’s hurt/comfort fanfiction about DnD characters… #fanfic writing #writer #fanfiction #ao3 author #dnd #dungeons and dragons

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost after meeting Soap.

Price : Have you slept?

Ghost : Depends what day it is

Price : Go to bed.

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #captain john price #implied ghostsoap #implied soapghost #ghost is a catboy by the way #Soap is more complicated because he's a cat person and doesn't like dogs but also he's very dogboy leaning personality wise #dad price for the win even if he's only old enough to be big brother price; he's 50 spiritually according to his 'kids' #price would be like 'ok do you want to talk about it?' #and ghost would look at him like 'what do you mean “talk about it” what happened to bottle it up like normal people?' #“i'll just forget all about it” ghost tells himself #and then soap is bumping into him in the corridor and smiling up at him with the power of the fucking sun and wow ghost is in love fuck #i was supposed to draw something for valentine's day but my brain was all no : funny scene first but now it's 9:30 am and i haven't slept #maybe expect something for valentine's day at some point - probably not today tho but like at some point this week maybe ?