may i ask if you could draw cassie sandsmark? your art style is so gorgeous!!!!

yes of course!! ty 4 the request sorry it took me so long to get to

maybe Hoody/Brian reading a book?

I go back to school tomorrow morning and I'm losing my mind

my hot take of the day is that brian would like the catcher in the rye

Imagine I’m hit with a curse where depending on what’s said to me, I change to match it

Like if you call me ur doll, my joints stiffen up and I fall to the floor, arms and legs spread and holes ready to be the perfect sex doll

Call me a cow? My tits swell with milk as a tail grows above my growing ass and horns and ears grow in. Eventually my udders get so big all I can do is crawl

Say I’m a dumb bimbo? My curves and lips grow and I can feel my iq drip out of my pussy and I become a horny giggling mess

I see you and i raise you: panicked Moon comforting panicked Sun ;D

For full context, this would be set right after their separation when Moon has just woken up. Sun came online after Moon was removed from his head and he panicked, went into a frenzy scaring off the staff possibly even injuring one or two in his efforts to get Moon's chip back.

And while he is not programmed to work the parts and service machine it's amazing the things one can do when panicking and desperate. But he can't get Moon back into his own head because that would require someone else manning the machine so he gets one of, if not their only spare endo thats available (not counting Eclipse who is in the basement currently)

Moon wakes up, starts to panic because he can't sense Sun but then Sun is right there in front of him, in a very frantic and shaky state. Confused, scared and not knowing whats going on Moon just holds onto him and plays his music box, though the tunes are out of note because he hasn't fully calibrated to this new body.

They'd remain this way for a long time before getting Moon fully dressed (he actually wouldn't have any clothes here but i didn't have the energy to draw all the robot details lmao) and then they'd head back to the daycare.

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🍄favorite song? 🌪what brings you joy in life? 🌈what would you do if you knew you could not fail? 🐚pancakes or waffles? ☄️foreign language you'd like to learn? ☁️favorite album? 🌧what do you like to do on a rainy day? 🌺sweet or salty? ✨a movie you like to re-watch? 🍃biggest turn on? 🍂biggest turn off? 🪐night in or night out? 🌞dream job? ⚡️favorite ice cream flavor? 🔥last song you listened to? 🌼go-to comfort food? 🌊dream vacation? ⭐️current favorite tv show? 🌙favorite book? 🌕favorite make-up products? 🎧3 songs that pop up on your Spotify shuffle ✨a song you like to daydream to 🦢what made you start your blog? 🧚‍♀️what calms you down? 🧞‍♂️what’s something you’re excited for? 👒do you have a skincare routine?

Do you have any soft Lloyd thoughts? Would he ever be soft for his girl?

He can be massively soft for his girl, but still unhinged. Par example…

“Fuck me, your new whores are something else, Hansen.” You froze when the strange man who was standing near the door grabbed your breast without warning, letting out a small sound of shock when he squeezed and started to drag your skirt up your thigh. No one was supposed to touch you, they all knew that, you belonged to Lloyd. You couldn’t believe anyone would be stupid enough to put their hands on you when he was right across the room. “You from France, baby? Why don’t you open your mouth and give me a little taste of what that tongue can do?”

The sound of glass shattering when he smacked your ass finally got the bastard’s attention, turning his head to see Lloyd striding towards the two of you with a sinister, unhinged grin on his face and his jaw clenched tight. You barely noticed August and Nick rolling their eyes and pulling out their weapons before your man was filling your vision, blood seeping through the fingers of his clenched right fist where he had broken the tumbler of scotch in fury at the sight of this asshole feeling you up. He gave you a nod that helped you to relax some before turning to the idiot who was still touching you even as he looked at Lloyd with discomfort.

“I’m gonna need you to take your hands off her, Gary.” The dangerous growl of Lloyd’s voice had Gary swallowing thickly, his hands immediately leaving your body as Lloyd stepped forward and rubbed his cheek against your temple with a soothing purr and tucking you close to his chest even as he continued to address the offender. “I missed you, ma coquette. Now, Gary, you unbelievable fucking dumbass, maybe I could have let it slide if you had just thought my girl was a prostitute, that’s really the only type of woman likely to come near you at one of these things. But you touched her, you fucking grabbed her and implied you were going to have her suck your dick, and, well… shit.”

Gary didn’t even have a chance to defend himself before Lloyd grabbed the heavy marble ashtray and cracked it against the asshole’s skull. He gave you a soft kiss on your cheek before bending over and smashing him in the head over and over as he cursed the moron, small flecks of blood starting to fly all over the place while Nick and August kept their guns trained on the now dead man’s compatriots while Lloyd got everything out.

“So now I’m gonna take all your fucking guns and your whores and your drugs and burn it to the damn ground, just because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, you dumb bastard.” Lloyd spat on the corpse before he straightened back up, rolling his eyes at the annoyed looks he was getting from August and Nick. “What? Don’t you fucking look at me that. Like you wouldn’t have blown this whole thing if he’d touched one of your girls.” He ignored Nick’s mumbling that his girl would killed the guy herself and finally turned back to you, his blood spattered face softening at the sight of you as he cupped your cheek and brushed his lips over yours. “Ma jolie chatte, did he fucking hurt you?”

“No, I just… everyone knows they can’t put their hands on me, it caught me off guard.” You moaned when he slid an arm around your waist and dragged his tongue over your bottom lip, melting into his touch and tracing your hands over his chest. “I don’t want anyone else to touch me.”

“I know, amour, I know. Where did he touch you, chérie? Here?” He leaned down and pressed his lips to the breast the cocksucker had gripped, sucking and biting at your flesh until he was satisfied with his marks. “Where else, I want to make sure I get rid of every trace of that son of a bitch.”

“Um, my thigh… merde.” You gasped when he knelt and started nipping at the soft skin of your thigh, dragging his tongue over the marks his teeth left as he worked his way up to your hip. “And he slapped my ass.”

“Yeah I fucking heard that one.” Lloyd’s growl sent a shiver of pleasure through you, making you whine with need when he turned you around and dragged your skirt up to your waist as he pressed gentle kisses over the curve of your ass. “If you all don’t want a show of me licking the sweetest damn asshole I’ve ever tasted, get the fuck out right now.”

who is the celebration crush yk we won't judge you (no pressure I am insanely interested though)

jskdkxid i love you all frfr 💗💗 My most recent celebrity crushes are Enzo Vogrincic and also Matias Recalt. They are awfully CUTE I SWEAR TO GOD and they both participated in the movie "The Society of the Snow". Ughhdjdk I love them so so muchh 🥰❤❤❤🤭

But recently on a Twitter post I saw a picture of Matias Recalt and his girlfriend and I kinda wanna jump off a roof now though. Holding back tears rn everyone. 🥴

(^ Enzo Vogrincic)

(^ Matias Recalt)

hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

i deserve to be someone’s lock screen >>>>

has swanatello tried keeping a diary/journal? that way he could write down what happens at the visits and who visited, and his family could tell him what the date is so it could be accurate

Absolutely! He tries to record as much stuff as he possibly can so he can reference it later, the issue is that, on bad memory days, he often won't remember that the journal exists, and therefore can't add anything new to it or reference anything in it. If he does, he may not recognize the importance of it or understand why he's writing it in the first place. He may write down incorrect or conflicting information, as 'facts' may change for him depending on his mental state, which will later confuse him. He also has a tendency to lose things as a result of his memory issues.

He has a journal, but up until now it has been very patchworked and not half as helpful as he would like for it to be. His family tries to help him keep track of it and remind him to write things down when they visit, but they can't help if he won't allow them entry to the lake, if they can't find the journal, or if Donnie is too distressed or confused to participate in the exercise. The bracelet, however, has helped a lot with this, as it can verbally prompt him every day to locate the journal, reference the journal, to write in the journal, and to put the journal back in the correct place so he can still find it again later. This consistency is incredibly helpful, as the bracelet doesn't have to rely on Donnie having a 'good day' to begin with to offer assistance.

holding shattered dream like a baby kitten

Literally

Because I was asked for more selfies 💕