#tinygigas

[laqueus]

hark! i bring thee news... staff is backpedalling and the update has been rolled back!

Oh my god oh my god oh my god really??? You are the destiel meme of hope, bringing joy to my day

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

drawing request: helpy having Fun in the ballpit

the little....

[bornetoblood]

for the palettes; cascade with 621? :>

Death is a caged animal.

Link to the palettes :]

[postalninja]

[ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain :)

Let's, uh... let's ignore how long it took me to actually get to this one, shall we? Not a year and a half, certainly... Anyway! Tumblr is being a BITCH and REFUSING to let me post this ficlet because it's *apparently* too long. So! I'm posting it to ao3 and linking it here Enjoy some bg3 Heartforge sweetness! <3

[temporary-gentleman]

it's your bday today, right? happy birthday! 🥳

It is! Thank you so much friend 💖

[postalninja]

4! (and/or 8 + 9)

4. Are there any writers that inspire you? My fanfic writing friends are a huge inspiration!! @cicaklah inspires me with the flow of her writing and how everything fits seamlessly together, @stickthisbig inspires me by being incredibly prolific and unrelenting, @aerodaltonimperial inspires me with her dedication to writing whatever makes her happy especially when it's hard, @sazuka57 inspires me with how easily she can come up with endless compelling ideas and scenarios, @myth-blossom inspires me with her unapologetic joy over the things she loves... in short, there is so much talent and dedication in the fanfic community, and every one of my fic writing friends has a part in that - it's an honour and a joy to participate alongside all of you!

(drawing a blank for the other two, sorry!)

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

how about... helpy? c:

I have mentioned Afton Robotic's little tech mascot I made up right? They're blue collar worker buddies.

[postalninja]

“  i’m not going anywhere until you get some sleep.  ” for a rarepair of your choosing :O

“Robin, how long have you been awake?” Willowfine asked with a raised brow as he stifled a yawn for the third time. “Not that long...” he answered like someone who knew he was lying and knew that you knew that he was lying. “Robin...” she warned lightly, trying in vain to inject authority into her voice. She knew the answer to her own question, of course – he'd been awake for nearly two days now, ever since Morven had last given in to exhaustion. “I know, I know...” he lamented. “Just not keen on the other one getting her mitts on my body, you know.” “Yeah,” Willowfine sympathized, “but you can't stay awake forever, right?” He made a face and murmured I can try... Willowfine huffed, her brow furrowing. She planted her fists onto her hips, affecting as stern a look as she could manage. “Robin Oatcake, I'm not going anywhere until you get some sleep,” she threatened. But his reaction was not what she expected – Robin's lips slowly curved upward and his eyes lit up. “Alright,” he agreed, a grin splitting his face. And he just looked at her, smiling. She continued scowling, but his pleased expression slowly wore away at her resolve. She sighed. Not much of a threat then, she gathered. But maybe... Willowfine went and sat next to Robin, then wrapped an arm around him, tilting him toward her until his head rested on her shoulder. “How about I tell you some stories about Fenfold?” she asked gently. “You've never been, yeah?” Robin was tense for a moment as she reached for him, and she thought she heard him gulp as she pulled his head against her, but all he said was, “No, never been.” “Alright,” Willowfine began, launching into what she hoped was a suitably dull tale about day-to-day life in her village. At first Robin seemed eager to hear her talk of such tedious things, questioning her about this detail and that. She answered, but began soothing her fingertips through Robin's hair, and bit by bit, she felt him begin to relax beneath her caresses. She flicked her gaze to his face and watched as his eyes drooped steadily, his eyelashes fluttering as he fought against sleep. Soon enough he stopped talking altogether, and his breathing steadied to a regular tempo. He must have been exhausted, poor thing. Willowfine waited a few long moments before moving, and loath though she was to pull away, the thought of Morven waking and finding herself tucked so intimately against Willowfine quite frankly mortified her. Once she was certain that Robin slept soundly, she gently eased him to the ground. He curled up on himself, and it was so endearing that she found herself reaching out to run her fingers through his hair one last time. Pulling her hand away, Willowfine rose, quietly clearing her throat. Well, she'd accomplished what she'd intended – Robin was resting, and Morven would be none the wiser when she awoke. Willowfine wandered away to find the others, inexplicably in need of some distraction from the surge of tenderness welling in her heart.