Charlize 🥰

16y/o artist and musician. huge psychology and book nerd. she/her.

[the-snake-pit]

animal study :)

[mysteryfleshpit]

The first Mystery Flesh Pit National Park Trail Map was published in 1981 and was the first mapping of the superorganism to conform to the NPS graphic standards. Early trail maps were compiled from hundreds of individual surveys and measurements by spelunkers, explorers and eventually park engineers to form a more comprehensive picture of the Mystery Flesh Pit’s internal anatomy. With the addition of lighted and air-conditioned reinforced tunnels in the late 1970s, the park became more accessible to visitors than ever, necessitating the need for a concise, easy-to-read map familiar to any National Park visitor. The edition shown here is scan is from 2000 and commemorates the 20th anniversary of the park’s absorption into the National Park System. Notable additions to this map over older prints are the Hilton Intrapark Thermal Wellness Resort, as well as re-drawn property lines of commercial extraction areas. The monorail line is notably missing from this map, as its development would not be announced to the public until May of 2001, only to finally open after dozens of delays in the autumn of 2006. 

[rwfagbinder]

protagonist: wow, i sure hope nobody says anything strange today

insufferable twink antagonist in chapter two:

[droodlebug]

please listen to this it is destroying me its so funny

[wellen-katze]

yeah , don't know if anyone notice it but I used the face from the spongebob meme xD

[the-snake-pit]

is this all I get to show for it.

Sometimes I remember,

My memories are physical.

Neural pathways,

roads often travelled.

I follow the trails with my eyes closed

Because I have gone over them so many times.

wondering if I am missing something.

Once again, I am 7, laying in mum’s bed.

I hold her hand.

I don’t remember what was on tv

But I remember every wrinkle in her palm.

My heart breaks once again,

as I remember what it’s like to finally cave.

I don’t like tea, and I am not as strong as my younger sister thinks I am.

I don’t want to be as mean as I am to her.

I love her. Why do I hurt her?

she can’t remember the last time she saw me cry.

I remember joking around the morning I found out Logan died.

I kicked someone’s headphones across the ground.

I thought it was funny.

it wasn’t funny

Everyone looked at me with pity because

they knew before I did

I can still see the glow of the salt lamp,

As I huddle away in my room

Way past my bedtime

Reading whatever book i couldn’t put down.

I still try to read under the orange glow

for old times sake

but it hurts my eyes

so I turn on the big light instead.

I re-live each time I went to my dad

and bared my soul to him.

Cried in his arms, buried my head in his chest.

Hugged him.

Even when i didn’t want to show how I felt.

do you think that’s how it felt when he soothed me as a newborn.

I re-trace the steps through my old house.

I still know the layout.

I still know how many steps it takes to get to the kitchen.

I still remember where all of the furniture used to be.

Is that why I still have dreams set

in a perfect one-to-one recreation of that house.

Do you think my brain felt bad

for erasing 3 years of memories in that house.

So it let me keep a few,

just to keep me wondering;

Is this all I get to show for it.

(poem written by me)

[dungeonsandkobolds]

Master Post of My Fave NPCs in My Campaign:

Old Man Riddles

(Can appear anywhere and it'll make sense)

Entire deal is he sits in a puddle of mud splashing about and throws mud at the party if they get a riddle wrong

Chester

(Again can appear anywhere without explanation)

A mimic that talks! He takes the form of a chest, you throw 10 gold into his mouth and he spits out a random, maybe useful potion. He does not know what any of the potions do

Sofa

Chester's best friend. Essentially a dog. Licks everything, but mimics are adhesive so he gets stuck to things a lot.

The Meat Traders

(Found on the road)

Curse by the meat witch to trade meat for meat. They can ONLY accept meat in payment and only have meat to trade.

Frat Boy Doomsday Cult

Having a massive rager to celebrate the end of the world. The world doesn't end. They fight with lacrosse sticks

Billy McGee

Local old man that does tours of the catacombs. All of his ancestors are in the your, having died of riding animals such as "2 dragons". When asked how they were riding multiple animals at once, his answer is "badly"

Thray

(Owns Thray's Curiousities)

Gay vampire that runs an Antiques Store. Refuses to uncurse the cursed items cause they're more fun the way they are. Beefs with all other arcane practitioners, currently banned from the wizards uni.

I'll add more as I remember more

[hootnhoney-deactivated20250511]

Shitty Dnd Character Ideas

- a rat that was turned into a human by a warlock. They are desperately trying to act human while trying to hunt down the warlock that did this to them

- a changeling going through an identity crisis and joined the campaign on a quest to “find their self” (they just turn into whoever they kill)

- a bard that performs with yoyos and wants to prove themself to the yoyo master so that he will teach them. Because when they asked the master for help the yoyo master did not answer. He just kept on yoing.

-an old woman that tied knives to the bottom of her walker. She keeps offering pies to her enemies and telling people to “kill them with kindness” (the pies are poisoned)

- Chad, a human who thought he was joining a frat but actually joined a cult by accident. The cult members know this and keep him around cause they actually like him

- a character that is named after your dm and acts as much like your dm as possible

- a barbarian that has been seeing a therapist for their anger issues and has a lot of knowledge about psychology and mediation

- a british druid that keeps narrating everything like a nature documentary

[plaidos]

i think the next unacceptable way loud trannies should stir up the pot on this website is by posting "nice work but wheres her bulge op?" under art of women in tight clothing etc regardless of who it is

[plaidos]

im not joking btw reddit make this shit bload up

[plaidos]

keep reblogging this until it has a million notes. keep reblogging this until a central neodiscourse of this website is whether it's problematic to tell people to draw bulge under their art. keep reblogging this until there's "bulge baeddel purist" blocklists and i'm at the top of every single one

[bussiarati]

Cmon Barbie let’s go spidey ah ah ahhh

[glitchedlaika]

DETAILED SPIDERPUNK REFERENCES!!

And some words from (one of?) the character designers!!

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

[love-bitesx]

okay but imagine pavitr trying to play wingman for hobie to get with the reader and how funny/cute it would be

longer requests will be out this week, thank u all for the amazing support!! love you guys sm

: ̗̀➛ WINGMAN. hobie brown x reader headcanons

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

oh, he would be so annoying. in the best way.

you’d joined the spider society not long after the others, immediately clicking within the dynamic and it wasn’t uncommon for you all to just hang out in each others dimensions after a mission.

at first, hobie thought you’d simply peaked his interest because of your unspoken nature. constantly standing up for yourself and other spider people, putting people in their place if need be, just your general backbone intrigued him. you felt different to the others. that’s all he thought.

that was, until one afternoon, you were all packed into your apartment, music playing from the stereos and pavitr talking everybody’s ear off about god knows what. hobie had been silent for a while, no reason in particular, he’d been fiddling with the badges on his leather vest, in his own little world. well, until he felt a hand on his knee.

“hobie,” your voice was low, subtle, hanging just below the decibels of the melodies booming through the room, “are you alright? you’ve been quite quiet.”

“oh, uh,” he was taken aback, possibly by your hand that still lingered on his jeans, or how close he suddenly realised you were, seeing the soft details of your face and pigment in your cheeks for the first time, “yeah, no, i’m fine.” he cleared his throat.

smiling back at him, you took your hand away, moving back to get involved in the conversation again, not thinking much of it. regretfully, hobie looked up and saw pavitr staring at him, clearly having watched the ordeal and the excited smirk on his face told him that he’d definitely seen hobie flustered. he sighed.

after pavitr worked out that hobie had a thing for you, it was over for him.

he couldn’t even LOOK in your direction, without the shorter man hopping into his personal space, nudging him hard in the ribs, singing something about kissing in a tree.

constant comments about you to hobie

“y/n, i love your shirt! hobie, doesn’t it look so cool?”

“y/n! hobie told me to tell you he loves your shoes.”

“doesn’t y/n look sooo nice today! huh? hobie? what do you think?”

he was in hell, actually.

there was only so many "yeah, nice" he could say to you before he started to sound like a prick

on missions, he was insufferable

constantly making you guys work together somehow

“miguel, i think me and gwen work best as a team, don’t you think? y/n and hobie should do this one together”

swinging through the streets of whichever earth you were sent to, hearing distant yells of pavitr calling after you both “aren’t they cute together?!”

“good morning, hobie,” you grinned, sleep still evident in your voice as you wandered into the headquarters, beckoning to miguel’s very early morning mission call.

god, he was so thankful to have you alone for once. relief settled itself on his shoulders at the absence of his best friends’ watchful eye, happy to interact with you comfortably.

“mornin’,” he spoke, stretching his legs mindlessly out across the length of the desk, leaning back onto his arms, “how’d you sleep?”

“oh my god, i had the weirdest dream—” you begun, hopping up onto the adjoining surface, eyes lit up with passion as you ranted about the dream you had just resurfaced from.

he watched you the whole time, lips curling into a smile at the way you threw your hands around in the air as you spoke, reeling into every detail about your nonsensical experience. nodding every so often, he was almost enthralled by you – taking this peaceful moment as an advantage to see you properly. you were tired, sleep still evident in your eyes, hair a little chaotic in places, but the soft glow that it gave you made his heart skip.

he’d totally lost himself in speaking to you, listening to the excitement lacing your voice, that he didn’t realise other people had arrived.

well, until he felt a sharp elbow to the ribs.

“you guys are so cute together!” pavitr’s sing-song voice pierced hobie’s ears, shocked at the newcomers, “i saw the way you looked at them, loverboy.”

the nickname stuck

he’d been addressed more by “loverboy” than his own name, and his insides churned every single time

even gwen started calling him it, to which hobie would send a threatening glare

when you eventually did end up seeing each other, whether that be dating or other stuff, you both swore to keep it a secret

hobie refused to give pavitr the satisfaction of knowing he was right

so you would sneak around together, kissing in places you shouldn’t, stealing knowing glances in meetings, secret touches when no one was looking

he loved the risk of it all

but it was one afternoon, you’d both slipped away into an empty lab at the spider society headquarters, giggling to each other like kids as he dragged you into the vacant room

his hands were all over you, lips brushing whatever skin he could see, your arms slung around his neck as you kissed him

“did you lock the door?” you asked

“i thought you did.”

“OH. MY. GOD.” a third voice yelled.

you yelped, jumping away from hobie as a last ditch effort to maybe save some face

it was too late, pavitr stood there, mouth agape

hobie sighed, hanging his head

“GWEN! THEY DID IT!”

pavitr stepped back into the hallway and ran down towards where you’d both left them, his voice carrying through the metal walls

“LOVERBOY DID IT!”

you stood there, unsure whether if you just remained still, you could avoid whatever consequences you both faced

that was, until you felt hobie’s arm slide around your waist, pulling you back into him, an unintelligible look on his face

“we can’t keep it a secret anymore, i guess.” you spoke first, he let out a laugh

“i don’t think that’s such a bad thing,” he kissed you, softly.

a/n: hope this was okay!! currently got a bunch of requests in the works, so keep an eye out for more!!! also anymore headcanon ideas would be so fun!! thank u

[redstarwriting]

the clash | i. hey, ho! let’s go!

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 1.1k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie

a/n: it’s here 😎 no but fr, i proudly present a new series focusing on hobie brown, loml. i‘m trying to make it gn, so if you spot anything that needs fixing lemme know. i also did include a bit of a description of what you look like, but it’s mainly just to affirm the gothic spider-person look. and if you don’t like it, you can just pretend it isn’t there, my character designer brain just took a hold while explaining lol. enjoy y’all, there’s more where this came from 👀

now reading: i. hey, ho! let’s go!

next chapter: ii. time bomb

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[the-snake-pit]

My Beau.

maybe it’s the fact that I know his birthday off by heart, march 28th.

or that I know his shoe size off by heart.

the way that i’ve mapped out his freckles as if i’m charting constellations,

or how I know every wave and turn of colour in his bright green eyes.

the places on his head where I know he most likes being scratched,

or the way to make him twitch when I run my hands up his back.

that I could recognise his smell in a pile of a thousand clothes.

that I know all the bumps and shapes and curves of his nose.

the name of his favourite movie that I know nothing about

and when we’re in the shower, the way I can predict when he’s gonna spit water at my mouth

but I think there’s ways to know he loves me back.

there’s the way he’ll stay if I simply ask

or how his hands wrap around my waist if I try to move from bed

that soft laugh when he thinks i’m being too cute

and how he holds me a little tighter and kisses me a little longer before we have to go

the fact that he calls me the nicknames he knows I like best

and the things he tells me

and how he quells me

and how he calms my chest

when he peppers me in kisses, and covers me in bites

when he holds me and cradles me in the dead of night

as I hug him goodbye and start to speak my sorrow

without hesitation, he says he’ll miss me too and that he’ll see me tomorrow

the little glances he steals when i’m looking at the tv

the way that he looks at me all adoring and lovingly

i really do love him.

and he really does feel like home.

and he really does feel like waking up and knowing you’re not alone.

and he really does love me.

and I really do know.

because I really don’t want to live without my beau.

[beautifulbluejay]

Rooftop Solace

Joey Tribbiani (Friends) x Fem!Reader

Summary — You are unable to sleep after a huge fight with your parents about your relationship, so you sneak out onto the rooftop of your apartment to get some fresh air. Thankfully, your boyfriend, Joey, is always willing to comfort you.

Words — 1,945

Warnings — Controlling parents, family discourse

Type — Fluff!

You gasped for air as you sat up in bed, your hand pressed against your chest as silent tears ran down your face. You desperately tried to calm your racing heart, the thumping echoing through your entire body.

It was another sleepless night, your slumber plagued with nightmares every time you closed your eyes. You had these strange periods in time where every few weeks you had a few nights of restlessness.

Your parents had recently been in the city to visit you and the stress of seeing them only seemed to make the sleeplessness worse. They had never approved of your relationship with Joey as they believed him not to be good enough for you so every time you saw them or even spoke to them over the phone, they would make subtle hints as to their disapproval. This most recent visit was not so subtle.

Your father straight up called Joey an idiot and you could no longer contain your anger. You yelled at him and your mother, telling them that their behavior and constant harassment was unacceptable and you wouldn’t tolerate it any longer. You then told them to get out and you hadn’t talked to them since.

Truth be told, part of you felt better after that whole argument. Joey hadn’t been the first time your parents had ridiculed a major aspect of your life. They never forgave you for deciding not to pursue a law degree or moving away from your hometown to live a life in the big city. Now they thought that the man you saw a serious future with would only ever want to sleep with you and nothing else.

The thoughts clouding your mind suddenly became to much and you began to feel as though you were suffocating in the tiny bedroom of the apartment that you shared with Monica and Rachel. You threw the covers off of your body and slid your slippers onto your feet, throwing a grey hoodie on over your basic tee and fabric shorts you considered sleepwear, leaving the hoodie unzipped.

You snuck out of your bedroom and finally out of the apartment, making sure to grab your key and lock the door behind you as you headed up to the roof of the apartment building. You stood by Joey and Chandler’s door for a moment, considering waking Joey up and asking him to accompany you, but you decided against it. While you knew he would never say no to you, you also knew he had an audition in the morning and you wanted to make sure he got his beauty sleep.

There wasn’t a single sound accept for your slippers shuffling across the floor through the dark halls as you made your way up to the roof, finally feeling a bit of relief as you took in a breath of fresh air upon exiting the halls of the apartment building.

You walked over to the edge of the roof, staring out at the beautiful city beyond. The lights danced across your eyes as distant sounds of cars and people could be heard echoing through the city that never sleeps.

A soft smile played on your lips as you released another deep breath of air, the soft summer wind blowing your hair back as you tilted your head to look up at the stars. While they weren’t very visible through the light pollution, they still had you smiling.

You loved this roof. It was a sanctuary for you. A place where you could go to observe the chaotic city you loved without being in the center of it. It was beautiful, being a spectator to the world beyond your feet.

“Y/N?” A sleepy yet familiar voice spoke from behind you, bringing you out of your noisy thoughts. The owner of the voice came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close into his broad chest. “What are you doing up here so late, sweetheart?”

You smiled, softly, turning your head so that it rested against his chest, closing your eyes. You laid your hands on top of his which rested on your lower stomach.

“How did you know I was up, Joey?” You asked the man hugging your from behind.

He let out a breath, pressing a kiss to your hairline above your forehead before you turned your head back forward to observe the city once again.

“Monica heard you leave the apartment and she texted me,” he told you, mumbling as he placed another kiss to the top of your head. “She told me that you haven’t been sleeping well lately. Is something wrong?”

You sighed, letting a moment of silence pass between the two of you before turning around in Joey’s arms to face him. He had dark circles under his eyes and he looked tired, but he also seemed eager to hear your response, as if it were the most important thing in the world.

You reached up to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb along the dark skin under his eyes, growing as you did. He tilted his head to the side, leaning his face into your palm with a soft smile.

“I’m sorry that I woke you, especially when you have an audition in the morning,” you spoke, lowly, partially hoping that ignoring his question will make him forget the topic altogether.

He smiled at you softly, shaking his head as you dropped your hand from his face to rest against his chest as he still had his arms wrapped around you.

“You’re way more important to me than some silly audition,” he let out a lighthearted chuckle, shaking his head as though he were surprised and amused that you would ever think he would choose an audition over you.

“What if it was a super serious audition?” You asked, staring up at him with and amused smile.

“Oh, I would break up with you on the spot,” he joked, smiling as you laughed.

“But, seriously,” he spoke, leaning in so that his forehead rested against yours, your noses brushing and your lips only inches apart. “You are the most important thing in the world to me. No matter what, you will always come first with me,” he spoke lowly, so low that it was barley above a whisper.

The husky sound of his voice and the intense look in his eyes sent a shiver down your back. You swallowed, feeling as though you were speaking to this man for the first time. No matter how long you were together, those butterflies never went away.

“So, please, tell me what’s wrong, baby,” he spoke again, this time a bit softer, pulling his head away a bit as to give you room to speak.

You let out a sigh, running a hand through your messy hair before speaking. “You know how I had a big argument with my parents recently?” He nodded, waiting for you to continue. “Well, it was about you.”

You winced at your own words, waiting for Joey to suddenly look hurt or upset but, instead, he simply nodded as if he were pondering. You took his silence as a green light to continue speaking and you pulled out of his arms, suddenly unable to close the flood gates that was your ranting.

“My father and mother believe that I’m making a mistake by being with you,” you spoke, walking over to the edge of the roof again and gripping your hands onto the cement ledge. “Which is just ridiculous. They refuse to get to know you or to know anything about our relationship and yet they feel like that have the right to judge.” You shook your head, biting your cheek as tears pricked at your eyes. “It’s all about control. They tried to control me by sending me to law school. They tried to control me by making me stay home. Now they’re trying to control my relationship. They’re trying to take away the one man that I have ever truly loved and-”

Your babbling was cut off as Joey took your hand and spun you into his chest, your hands intertwined as you faced him. He then leaned down and pressed his lips to yours without missing a beat, the whole action a blur until you were wrapped up in the kiss. Your free hand tangled itself in his dark hair, pulling his hair lightly as to deepen the kiss while his free hand cling to your waist.

You pulled apart after a moment, the two of you panting both from the thrill of Joey’s quick movements and from the lack of air. You smiled at each other for a moment, your hand still tangled in his hair.

“You’re not mad?” You asked after a moment.

“Honey, Rachel already told me,” he chuckled lightly.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke. Your smile fell as you bit your lip, suddenly feeling slightly ashamed. “I wanted to tell you and I tried too but I didn’t want to hurt you or make you think that I agreed with them in any way.”

Joey shook his head, smiling down at you as if you were the last person on Earth. “I know, I know. She also told me about how you screamed at them and kicked them out after they said these things.” He smiled even wide as he stared down at you. “I know how close you were to your parents when you were young, so that must’ve been difficult and I’m sorry you had to go through that, but no one has ever stood up for me like that before. Hearing what you said to them about me…” he seemed to get lost in though for a moment, smiling as he looked off into space, but his eyes quickly returned to yours. “And here I thought I couldn’t love you anymore than I already do.”

You leaned into him, turning your head and laying it against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your body once again, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too,” you spoke, closing your eyes as you hear his heart thump against his chest.

You smiled at his arms around you and the warmth he provided, making you feel safe from your parents, from the city, from every little thing in this world that would dare try to hurt you. With Joey by your side, nothing bad would every be able to touch you again.

“Can I sleep with you tonight? You make the stress go away,” you mumbled into his chest, yawning.

He chuckled, smiling and placing another kiss to the top of your head. “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

You nodded, allowing Joey to take you by the hand and wrap and arm around your waist, guiding you to the roof exit and back into the apartment building. He led to back to his and Chandler’s apartment and to his room, the two of you cuddling up in his bed with his arms wrapped around your body while you rested your head on his chest.

After a moment of silence, right before you finally drifted off to sleep, Joey spoke one final time.

“Hey, Y/N, you know what would really tick of your parents?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Hmm?” You hummed, half asleep.

“A proposal,” he smiled even wider, looking down at your peaceful face and closed eyes.

“Okay,” you mumbled against his chest. “But wait until tomorrow to give me the ring,” you spoke before drifting off into a peaceful slumber, smiling as you thought that Joey was simply joking.

Joey was not joking.

Author’s Note —

This kinda came out of nowhere but I’m watching friends for the first time ever and I love Joey so here is a little one-shot with him.

Let me know if you’d like to see more Joey or you have any special requests as I would love some inspiration!

[crabussy]

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?