Finished This (almost) Just In Time For Screamybutt’s Birthday~ >w

Kissing Strangers MEP - Demongo/Scaramouche

my takeaways from Harry Potter after watching it for the first time with my partner and only half paying attention because i was making jokes during important parts

❔Incredible mystery❔

How to Train Your Dragon - Mystery Class Dragons

Boris has a doggo friend now YAY

Boris is definitely helping Henry feel better about it. It’s uncomfortable but it’s not permanent at least he has that to count on.

Also Boris got some ink together to make himself a tail. He’s just trying to cheer Henry up.

Lunkhead Love (Butcher Gang : BATIM)

So.. I watched Markiplier play BaTiM, and I had to draw an OT3 with the butcher gang. I don’t know if there’s a ship name, but I’ll make one up if there is.😅 Maybe ButcherLove or something, I dunno.

Anyways, I hope you guys like this, and tell me what you think.🖤⭐️

Art is by me.

Characters belong to TheMeatly

Have a nice summer everyone <3 (Small pencil doodle /filtered on PS of Redpuff at the beach)

A sexy smooth talking grandpa and an exceptionally grumpy flustered grandpa have fun.

art by the always awesome schandbringer

Favourite Horror Games

Alien: Isolation

Amnesia

Claire

Darkwood

Dead Secret

Dead Space

Deadlight

Don’t Knock Twice

DYING: Reborn

Emily Wants to Play

Evil Within

Fatal Frame II: Crimson Butterfly

F.E.A.R

Here They Lie

Layers of Fear

Little Nightmares

Metro: Last Light

Outlast

Prey

Resident Evil

Restless Spirit

Saw

Silent Hill

Slenderman

SOMA

The Bunker

The Coma

Until Dawn

White Night

Wick

Little leaf cutter bee waking up in her tiny leaf bed 🐝 

(Source)

This is a fantastic headcanon by the lovely @praise-kink-anon who gave me permission to write it! Thank you!!

(Ratchet develops a parental/friend bond with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker during the war, but due to unfortunate circumstances they are terminated on the battlefield. But, years later, when he and Drift decide to kindle newsparks, they get their little lambos back. This time as cute ass sparklings)

Ratchet couldn’t stop staring.

By no means did he believe in Primus, and nor had he ever believed in anything of the like, for that matter.

But the universe was tricky. Hard to understand. Challenging and cruel, but sometimes surprising.

And sometimes, Ratchet did find his beliefs being tested.

A brief fragment of a memory, stirring away in the back of his processor came to drift back, tickling familiarity as purple optics blinked back at him.

He was old, his memory fuzzy at best, but he couldn’t forget those optics.

Young and frenzied, fighting in a war they had been built for.

Too young and too… innocent.

But now they were back, and Ratchet couldn’t quite place his digit on whether things really did happen in coincidence.

Because in all honesty, it felt like a dream. A lovely one, but sick and cruel and tormenting.

As if he were going to wake, and the beings he missed most were going to be torn right from his servos.

But he didn’t wake.

There was no recharge purge.

Nothing to shatter the wave of bliss that had washed over him.

First Aid had brushed it off as a first-time sire being in awe of the tiny sparklings that were /his/.

And he was in awe.

In shock, actually.

Sideswipe squirmed, fingers still curled around his brother’s, and the particular glint that was flickering through his optics, cheeky and mischievous, told Ratchet everything he needed to know.

Even if it felt oddly dangerous, as if he were messing with something he shouldn’t have.

And it was, the very thought of Cybertronians- or any being for that matter, getting reincarnated, in his books, was inane.

Impossible.

But Ratchet could either take it or leave it.

He could give them new designations, urge for paintjobs that weren’t red and yellow, hammer out the plotting that was certainly already brewing in Side- his creations optics.

But in good conscience, the answer was no.

He couldn’t.

Not when spilt spark twins, a rarity in themselves, were lying curled in his arms. Blinking familiar optics, morphing into frames he had seen dead and smoking on the battlefield.

It would be cruel not to.

He couldn’t tear away a second chance.

But whether it was for them, or for him, he couldn’t tell. Nor would he ever.

Sunstreaker kicked out a foot, Sideswipe following the uncoordinated flail with a wiggle of his own, before both of them yawned.

It drew Drift’s attention, and for the fourth time that cycle he asked for designation ideas.

Ratchet smiled, and gently poked at the dimples piled on rounded cheeks.

“Isn’t it obvious?”