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[onebillionblorbos]

Refined Lineart for a little mer!AU I had bouncing around my head… I’m very intimidated to color it lol.

I couldn’t get the ideas of all of Ellie’s extra little limbs out of my head so I had to give Simon some. Plus a vague toss out to bloodymary in there of course.

I think I stared at Mark’s face for like 11 hours straight when drawing this, as well as countless references of teeth. And fish.

[icys-junkyard]

Yay!!!

Though Little Brown bats have an average lifespan of 6.5 years, they can live much longer. Some wild bats have been recorded at over 30 years old!

[valdevia]

im following you, but im reserving the right to unfollow later if i get scared

boo!

[maplejaylin]

seethe

[hey-its-danny]

next week is gonna be soo stressful so im taking some time to relax,, with some more sonic

[bzeye]

cyber western murderbot au and new years gift exchange present for @needlesandnilbogs :>

the desert ravens are drones!! please imagine them circling high above everyone like vultures. also dr mensah gets a robot horse because ☝️she is an intrepid galactic explorer

[dazedantics]

Fluffuary Day 9: Lace - Rhett Abbott x Reader

Texture is just as important a feature as anything else to a holiday, feelings embodied in something physical.

You stood in front of the mirror, fluffing up curls in your hair, drop pearl earrings bouncing under each brush of your hand. You're not sure why you kept doing it, rushing back to the mirror every few minutes, waiting for the clock to turn and your cowboy to whisk you away for the night.

He didn't care if you were dolled up or not, you knew that. The countless times you caught him gazing at you, with that still, star-stuck look in his eyes, told you that.

So angry you refused to look at him, nose dripping thick mucus that disturbed all breathing, puffy red eyes that hardly opened, blank faced and dissociating, and of course during the natural happiness and affectionate trailing after him. Through all of it, his heart stayed the same, making him fall all over you in every mood, expression, and outfit imaginable.

It was truly lovely, seeing him forget everything that was going on, fully absorbed in you- if not annoying at times when he ignored your angry quips. You knew he loved you. And if what he was displaying wasn't love then that just meant surely a thing greater than love existed out there.

Still, your own heart always made you act this way. Telling you to clean up and retouch everything, mind jumping in to spot any small, missed detail so you were truly perfect for him. You wanted to be just as worthy of his attention as the man who tried doubly as hard to be the one you accepted it from.

So, here you stood, hands running over the delicate fabric wrapped over your hips, smoothing the ridges of the baby pink dress. Flowy bell sleeves swinging to your fuss, trimmed hem fluttering elegantly in contrast to your nerves, sweetheart neckline creating a stage for the bronzing locket your own sweetheart had gifted you years ago.

You were fine, you looked perfect.

"Damn, darlin'. Don't think I'll get tired of seein' that."

Your eyes went up to meet ocean blue in the mirror, immediately brightening as you saw him, body syncing to his like he had never left. "Hey, Rhett."

He was leaning in the doorway, hat in hand, waiting at his hips. His hair was brushed, stubborn curls staying in place for once. Denim jacket taut over his shoulders, unbuttoned to show off the clean dress shirt underneath. All tucked into his pants, belt cinching at his too perfect waist, gold buckle glinting under the sunlight streaming through tulle curtains. Smirk tugging at his perfect jaw, shooting courage right through your veins. A devil of an angel if you ever saw one.

"Rhett? No, 'hey, baby, I love you' or 'lookit you handsome?' Gonna make me all self conscious, darlin'."

You chuckled turning around to him, need to fix yourself up all forgotten. "Hey, handsome, you're looking gorgeous today. Get all cleaned up just for little ol' me?

He smiled, pushing off the door to meet you halfway, hat tucked back into its crown on his head. Hands gravitating towards your waist, pulling you flush to him the moment his fingertips even grazed you. Your own ran up the heavy material of his jacket, denim rough under blushy painted nails, sleeves of your dress draping over his arms in a gentle river.

"Yes, I did. Seems like it was the right choice, you’re lookin' like quite a dish today, doll. Have half a mind to think I'm still dreamin' in bed right now. And Lord knows I don't wanna wake up."

Your smile grew. "Well it gives me a practice round for the real you, then."

"Real me." He mimicked, arm tugging you harsh so you were further against his body, eliciting a giggle from you. "Real me gives real dates. Even dream me. We don't need no practice dates."

Your hands moved to take rest atop one shoulder, cheek squished on top to look up at him. Your weight settled comfortably against his chest, letting him support most of you, one foot popping up, toe to the ground, twists meant to contain the building energy in you.

"Well, you're a bit early, y'know?"

"Ain't that a good thing?"

You nodded, puckering up wordlessly, eyes shut. It deepened the jolt you felt when his thin lips press to your own.

"You look beautiful." He whispered, soft and low, a melody for your ears.

Your lips pulled back into a smile. "Thank you."

A palm moved at your back, rubbing up and down over the pleats of your dress, warm and comforting through the looping threads which scratched harmlessly against his skin.

"Why are you always trying to make me love you more than I already do?"

You cheesed, swaying in his grip. "Couldn't tell ya. But I love how it works that way."

His beam mirrored your own, kiss traveling to your forehead. "I think you're lyin'. Ain't no way you don't know what you're doin'."

His other hand took hold of yours, placing it above his heart. "Ain't no way you haven't already figured out every rhythm my heart can make. And, damn you, I don't know how. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

You let your hand make its way across his chest. "You'll take me dancing tonight, honey?"

He let out a strained breath, pulse jumping under your caress. "Anything you want, darlin'."

You leaned up to peck him again. "Good." Then slapped his hips before retreating into the room to grab your bag. "Making use of those hips tonight."

He laughed low, a dark rumble more than anything, keeping himself at the door. "There's better options for us if that's your goal."

You took his hand, leading him out the house, him already taking your things before you could shoulder it. "Let's make it through one ditty before tempting that."

Taglist: @iristheplanet16