THIS TIME WITH EVEN LOOPIER MARCO AND EVEN MORE AWKWARD HANDJOBS.
You came. You read. You blew up my ask box. Shit got silly on twitter and yolownly declared today to be Frickle Frack Friday. I overshot friday by three hours but HERE WE ARE anyway.
Have some more of Marco being terrible at being a vampire and jean being, allthings considered, actually pretty good at being a boyfriend.
And also a juicebox.
(oh yeah it’s a little cheesy but this was my writing music
In the sixth months since I first kissed him, tangled up in that careworn hand-stitched quilt, I managed to convince Marco to drink my blood exactly twice. He’d contracted his own personal brand of freckly - vampire sunstroke on both occasions. The first time a dog, this ridiculous little head on collision between a corgi and some form of collie-ish thing, got clipped by a car on the main road and limped up the alley into our lot and he spent the two hottest hours of the day coaxing the whimpering, snapping mess into a box to get her to the vet. (“Why the hell didn’t you just call me?” “I don’t think straight when there’s cute things!”) The little gray-and-black corglie left a couple of holes in my hand during the process of transporting her to the vet school, and by the time I’d finished filling out forms and come home he was once again a shivering heap in his big four-poster bed, stomach full of an ice-cold AB+ slushie and it wasn’t too hard to crawl into his nest and convince him to lick away the scabs forming on the (thoroughly disinfected okay) holes in my wrist.
The second time I got a text at around 4 am announcing, without preamble, that the last time he saw a sunrise Jimmy Carter was president and at 8 am I more or less scraped him off his front porch with a spatula.
… so I will be working super hard for the next two weeks, no idea what this will translate to internet/communication wise? maybe more because im upset and hate my life, maybe less because im fUCKING BUSY
#318 - Carvanha, the Savage Pokemon!
#319 - Sharpedo, the Brutal Pokemon!
Done! This is the first time I draw this two and I think they look a bit weird UXD
For kyle-fitzpatrick, who drew this seriously cool thing (NSFW sort of) and was kind enough to give me permission to write them matching fic. Also for duckbats, who lets me vent all my disciple love on skype at great length and ALL IN CAPS. (Sorry). It’s not a sequel to Allegria; see it as happening in a parallel universe.
It’s getting late by the time Kyle slips into Cobb’s recording studio, dumping his bag of sheet music by the door with a grateful sigh. His presence goes unnoticed; he finds Cobb at his work station, headphones over his ears, tapping out a rhythm with one hand.
Kyle pulls up a chair at the nearby desk. Normally it’d be a mess of paper; music and contracts and notes and reviews and the occasional death threat. Several mugs of cold coffee in varying stages of almost empty. Occasionally a half-tuned guitar, and the number of beer bottles lying around is a decent indication of how Cobb’s day was. But today the clutter is gone, and all that’s left is a single record with a sheet of writing on top of it.
"I like you, sugar. We get on alright, yeah?"
this fanfic series, this ship and this game have destroyed me.
i love being the author of once then twice again and being friends with the author of render tbh
Imagine your OTP passionately making out on the beach, the moonlight illuminating them so perfectly… until the one on top gets their ankle pinched by a roaming hermit crab.
#even better whoever it is would be like ‘OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! UGH! OW! GOD IN HEAVEN OHH’#and other people are just like ‘if you’re gonna get laid at least KEEP IT DOWN PLEASE’ (via itstimetodrew)
HEY SO im fucking stuck horrifically can someone redline or throw me some really good refs for the tall dude’s left hand??? because i am just. no. no no no no.
So I was looking up some Bioshock names on Neopets and I searched for Martin Finnegan and
the iceman cameth, indeed
sometimes i think i’ve moving away from neopets and then i happen to look up a pet name thats taken and i just THIRST for a dumb abandoned starry uni for like thirty minutes straight wondering if i could beg TNT to let me adopt him
honestly tho how do they look so badass in their team pictures in the official art when everyone is a loser???
important ship tropes:
- fake dating
- SECRET dating
- being locked in a room or trapped in a small space
- huDDLING FOR WARMTH
- BEING ON THE BRINK OF ADMITTING THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN GETTING INTERRUPTED
- finishing each other’s sentences,…
My laptop is a few years old and a nothing fancy Toshiba so I have all of the settings as low as possible (which includes putting it on windowed mode) so ???
is my wallpaper scaring you I don’t ???
I STILL DONT KNOW WHAT THIS ANON MEANS CAN ANYONE ENLIGHTEN ME