i love you so so so much

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you:
Nathaniel

Looks like could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll:
Kentin

Looks like a cinnamon roll and actually is a cinnamon roll:
Lysander

Looks like could kill you and could actually kill you:
Castiel

Sinnamon roll:
Armin

SEP: Sunsets

I wrote this based on the comic “SEP Days” that my friend @vapewraith drew - I love silly SEP and Crisis interactions between Gabriel and Jack so I loved this comic and really wanted to show how much Vape’s art and colors inspire me.

Thank you again, Vapewraith - thank you for nearly nine months of your wonderful Overwatch art!  ❤️  ❤️  ❤️

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“Soldiers, line up here.”

There are tart groans and muttered whines as the SEP candidates shuffle to a stop and the group practically collapses against the walls and waist-high concrete barriers.  The exhaustion and aches are practically tangible in the air as the supersoldiers-in-training ease themselves into sitting or leaning or even lying positions - Number: 37 practically throws herself on the group even though it’s as miserably comfortable as sleeping on broken groundstone.  Number: 123 next to Gabriel rolls his shoulders, hissing every time the right one moves back too far, exactly where one of the rubber bullets had hit him earlier.  Number: 88 on the other side of Jack seats herself and then curls up into a ball, pulling the drawstrings on her hood to shut the world into what Jack assumes is blissful darkness.

They’re in one of the halls of the SEP facility - tucked away into a deep mountainside “somewhere out west,” the building is hard angles and brutal concrete and cut-steel, as soft as titanium and as gentle as the injections they get every morning and evening.  Yet even here, in “wherever’s-range,” there is still beauty: the massive windows, normally just cold, crystalline glass, are open to the sunset, bleeding colors across the land and sky, dripping into the hallway with the vibrancy of oil paints.  Reds smoke into bright, endless pinks, golds melt into bold, sunshine yellows, oranges shift into liquid amber, and at the edges of the atmosphere, velvet purples sigh into silky blues, tinting the more vivid colors and steeped clouds with the dusk of night and the emerging stars.

It’s a sight neither Gabriel nor Jack will ever get tired of -

No matter how exhausted they are.

“The doctors will see you shortly -” the SEP instructor starts to say, reappearing at the far end of the hallway, before he looks up from the papers on his clipboard and scowls at the group of crumbling supersoldiers, snapping, “Is that what you call ‘lining up?’”

“Maybe if y’all didn’t work us so damn hard,” Number: 141 growls, his voice climbing into a hoarse yell, “We’d still have the energy to fucking stand!” 

(The rest is under the cut!)

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!

I did this before my exams started so I could upload it today. And about not making anything for you. I lied. Sorry. I wanted to make a surprise. I hope you like it!

You mean so much to me, and I’m sooo glad I met you. You were the first friend I ever made here, and I’m happy that we still are. You’re more than a friend to me. You’re part of my family. My lovely and adorable Big Sister!

I hope you have a lovely day sweetie!

Love you ~

@little-noko

The amazing @Squirreltastic submitted to my blog a Scarecrow version of the “No Fun Allowed” meme. This is perfection and I love it. 😂 💛

This is going to be my new reaction image for anon hate

The Only Sims I could Recover

Guys, I honestly tried everything. Nothing seemed to work for me :( But, these are the sims that I backed up a few weeks ago and luckily, all these sims are the most important to me. All the Running With Gibson Characters were wiped away and now there will no longer be anymore RWG story posts. It had a really good storyline and everything, but I really don’t feel like re-doing it :/ I love the sims and everything, but they need to stop deleting everyones stuff :( But, thank you for everyone’s suggestions! Nothing seemed to have worked though. The only thing I did get back was my current household build and that’s not much. I’m going to somehow try and recover from all of this. Don’t how how, but I will. I think I’m going to start a story or something with these guys. I started to think about it a little, but not much has come up. If you have any opinions, it would be greatly appreciated! Thank you so much for all of y'alls support! We have an amazing community and I’m happy to be apart of it! Thank you and y'all are just the sweetest!

So @blacksheep33512 drew me this amazing piece of art for chapter 4 of Sweet Little Lies, and I wanted to share the part of the fic it goes along with. (Spoiler alerts if you haven’t read my fic and are planning to, but this art is so perfect for the very angsty scene it illustrates.)


Sweet Little Lies  - Spirits Ledge

She was filthy, covered in dirt and blood, with bruises decorating one side of her face in a horrifying mask. But it wasn’t that which had made Reyes pause, it was the clean spots. Two twin streaks of pale skin were visible down her face, clean spots where her tears had fallen as she’d cried. He stared at her, trembling as guilt and anger broke over him like desperate swimmers reaching the surface of a pool. He dragged in a strangled breath.

She’d been crying.

“Siri?” He tried again, his voice cracking as he struggled to keep his fear in check when she failed to respond. “Come on, Bluebird-”

Sirius moved abruptly. She whimpered faintly and pushed against him, her hand feeble against his chest as she struggled to get away from the perceived danger; from him. Reyes shushed her as quietly as he could and gathered her close, reassuring her in English and then in Spanish as words failed him. He told her that everything would be alright, that she was safe now, that she would be fine.

Slowly, her eyes opened, and her luminous gaze fixed on his; glowing biotic eyes focusing on him with a look that was both relieved and incredulous. She tried to speak and failed, though the word she mouthed looked suspiciously like his name. Reyes pressed gentle kisses down on her face and lips, and held her as tightly and carefully as he dared.

Her hand ceased pushing against him and curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him close as she drew in a sobbing breath and burrowed against him and cried. Reyes buried his face in her hair, oblivious to the dirt and blood he was getting over himself as tears burned his own eyes. This was his fault.