#editing the tags on this cause lol

[familyvideostevie]

happy birthday joel miller. sorry about all the stuff that happened. do you want a blow job

[mattastr0phic]

The consequences of a friend getting me into RvB like a week or two ago and then suddenly Rooster Teeth announces it's shut down got me sobbing at 4:30 am

[skruttet]

more pics of the moomin nendoroid

[gaylittlewizardcat]

Hey guys what if we were all friends and held hands and danced and sang together. What then.

[blaithnne]

Local big sister experiences emotions, more at 6

Been wanting to do one of these with Lauren for AGES, but I never got round to it. Then I saw the Lydia and Phinium expression sheets on @littledigits’ website and I felt inspiration like never before.

The funniest struggle I have with Lauren’s design right now is that she nose too big for she got damn face. Literally, Hilda characters noses take up a fairly small portion of their faces, and her’s took up WAY too much, leaving little room for her to make facial expressions. But I struggled to find a fix because when I made the nose smaller it just didn’t look like Lauren anymore, so I took this as an opportunity to work on that!

She still has a larger nose than most characters, starting higher up (like her grandad!) and ending lower down (but not quite as low as before). I also made her eyes a little smaller and with a shape similar to Lydia’s (though you can see in some of these I hadn’t quite landed on that yet and her eyes are a bit too big), which works both as a nod to her parentage and because I think it makes the nose look bigger. This still doesn’t leave as much room for the mouth as most other characters, but that’s okay — Lauren is a very private person who keeps her feelings close to her chest, I think it works for her to have subtler expressions, adds to how guarded she is! Oh and I also updated the shape of her hair slightly, just to make it a bit more style accurate.

These changes are pretty small on their own, but I think combined they work well to make Lauren feel a lot more…alive? Far less stiff, anyway. I think she also has a more unique facial structure now, instead of just “what if Johanna was 90% nose”. She’s still got a big old nose and I love it but now she can emote, yay!

This is really all just concept stuff, I’m hoping to get a new fullbody style-ref for Lauren out soon! Now that I’ve improved the main issues I had with her face in the last ref, now it’s onto the silhouette! I want her to read as more of a strong character (though it comes across decently in her current ref, I wanna push it more without being as exaggerated as Ahlberg, which is. A challenge for me lol), streamline her silhouette, and finally make her taller than Johanna like she’s always meant to have been <3 I made her shorter for so long because I thought it would help her read better as her daughter but you know what? That’s dumb actually, she’s tall.

ANYWAYS, thank you for listening in on the annual Lauren redesign, and to the artists behind the show for posting so much amazing inspiring show stopping concept work for free because it makes my autism worse /pos

[butchdiaz]

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eddie diaz is the archer thanks for coming to my ted talk

[spiralhigh]

this is like a year old and super out of character bc i only drew it to blow off steam but i still like how it came out so

[puffpawstries]

WELCOME BACK TO THE NEWS TODAY WE WILL BE HAVING CRINGE!!!!!!!!

[hidengifs]

Bakuage Sentai Boonboomger (2024)

[startistdoodles]

woah 😳

Quiver Knight is @ferahntics's

[minhmynchi]

so loop will eventually get a new fit in my fic, right. here's a sneak peek as how it'll go down when they show siffrin

siffrin: loop, did you have isa make your boot heels taller just so you could be taller than me, you little--

loop: why whatever do you mean stardust, i would never

siffrin: you're Sparkling right now, you're lying you're so ridiculous you hate me

loop: haha. short

siffrin: WE'RE LITERALLY THE SAME HEIGHT

loop: or are we.

siffrin: (frustrated grumbles and just huffs. it's not that serious)

loop: oh but it really is, stardust

(cue hours long banter going exactly like this)

[kirk-goes-to-gallifrey]

🤍 the cure to all my ailments 🤍

[worriedrat]

*inserts a very cool caption here*

very inspired by @/squea! find her beautiful post here n the tutorial she did here

[ying-doodles]

have you noticed all the heart shaped ahoges? another small detail I love adding every time- <3

also honourable mention goes to both the flat (sad/mad) and surprised ahoges:

(if you recognize where all of these came from then um... wow, you've either spam liked all my art in one go or have been here for too long,, either way, that's wild- O-o")

[mistxmood]

this wasnt supposed to have so much thought but i got sucked into it. like YEAH a self-insert is always fun and i couldve just made them our blogsona but also this is way more interesting to me.

does this still count as a self-insert or is this just a gf x utmv au crossover. who cares!

image description under read ill explain more in a rb because i feel silly

[ID: Bill Cipher floats with his hand outstretched. It's aflame. He says, "Think of it like a partnership! I help keep that flame stroked, and you tell me the secrets of the multiverse." It cuts to a Ink Sans, his hand in the middle of taking Bill's hand. His eyes are white and hollow, and he looks expressionless. "So how's about it?" Bill continues.]

[ID: Bill and Ink are now shaking hands. Bill thinks to himself gleefully, "Screw overthrowing one universe I'm about to bag the whole multiverse." Ink however is now looking at the viewer and he is smirking as he thinks, "bro doesn't know." An arrow points to this thought bubble, connected to text that explains, "Without paint, Ink normally goes back to being a corpse, aka stops responding, thinking, etc." another arrow points to this text, leading to text that has been cut out of the frame.]

[ID: Ink is now strolling away, eyes closed and smiling as he says, "Welp time to go catch up on Twin Runes!" Floating behind him, Bill, now bodyless and only visible in a ghost-like form similar to Dipper when Bill was possessing his body, is staring at his hands in bewilderment, sweating, not quite sure what exactly the deal accomplished or what happened to him.]

[ID: It slowly hits Bill, now off-screen, yet he still feels as if he has to ask Ink, "What did you do." Ink, now sweating a little bit, is thinking to himself, "Here it comes."]

[ID: "Yep." Ink thinks to himself as he turns around. His face is obscured by this, body still turned away as he looks at Bill, who has now grown in size and is in a state of extreme frenzy. A mixture of fear, fury- it's unknown what he's feeling as he exclaims in unstable text, "What did you do to me!"]

[ID: Bill gets up to Ink's face, hands clawing into his shoulders despite being intangible as he screeches, eye wide, "Whatever you did, it does not."

He slowly shrinks, letting go of Ink. "It does not matter. it doesn't. It doesn't." He's growing a little fainter in visibility, and while his rage is still present it feels like he's becoming distant.

"The deal's…" But Bill doesn't finish his sentence. His accusing, pointing finger slowly droops. He lingers in the air yet his conviction drains off him like paint in a running sink. He looks at Ink still, but he also doesn't know what he's feeling anymore.]

[ID: As Bill becomes faint in the background, losing his sense and losing his self before he could comprehend what he's missing, Ink speaks up. "It kinda sucks yeah."]

[ID: The drawing is not looking at Ink from around Bill's perspective, as he turns to face him. He's got a hand rubbing his cheek and he sighs as he tries to explain himself with a waving hand. "Okay listen. I'm sorry but not really. We both know you're a danger to everyone around you but! This is temporary."

"I think."

"I don't know it depends on if you want it to be or not."]

[ID: "And that depends on if you wanna change. Which. I'm skeptical on. But that's fine. You and I got all the time in the world. In the end, you're stuck here and that's fine with me."

He's got his hands on his hips now as he looks at Bill properly now. His pupils have changed to a pair of yellow triangles, except his right pupil is hollow still. Bill is still floating in front of him in a state akin to dissassociation. "… You're not listening to yeah you're ignoring me." Ink sighs.]

[ID: But because I'm so nicey I'm still going to hold my word." Ink turns away now, grinning as he pulls his giant paintbrush, Broomie, off from where its been shealthed on his back. He's grinning wide now, still looking at Bill as he continues, "You probably already saw most of the popular AUs, but we're going anyways. I'm giving you a first-class tour of the multiverse!"]

[stsgsk]

There was a time when sadness and solitude went hand in hand for you.

Hiding your pain behind a smile, muting it behind laughs, ignoring it as you showed the world that you were happy despite the turmoil inside. It was only when you were alone and felt safe that you dealt with it.

You would crumble by the end of the day as soon as you were alone in your room. Your misery would come out as heavy sobs and difficult breaths as your tears soaked the pillows. The rest of the world seemed to cease to exist when you cried. You were alone. It was just you and your grief. Sometimes, it was only grief.

You were always worn down by the end of it, too tired to cry anymore despite needing to. It was the result of neglecting yourself, letting a smaller emotion snowball into something much worse because you waited until you couldn't pretend it didn't exist anymore to deal with it. It was far from efficient but you didn't know better because it was what you've always done.

But Satoru changed that.

Was it his six-eyes or something else that made him know with one glance over you that something wasn't right?

What made him gently take your hand in his and lead you away from the rest of the world that just seemed too much for you that day?

Why did he lead you to his room, a place you felt safe in, a space where it was just you two alone, to ask if you want a hug?

How did he know, from the way your smile dropped, your eyes watered, the trembling of your body, that yes, you did need a hug?

Who else but Satoru could simply wrap his arms around you and hold your head close to him and make your defences crumble and sob because you feel safe to?

There was no one else, but Satoru who had sat on his bed with you as you cried, whispering assuring words as he rubbed your back. He didn't let you worry about anything else for a second. He wanted Forget my shirt he would say, letting you cling onto his clothes as you sob. I'll get another one. Just let it out. Let it all out.

And you did. You cried in the arms of someone who you loved and cared for, who loved and cared for you back.

By the time your tears dried, you felt much better than you ever had after crying. You were tired, but not in the way that left you feeling numb. It was more of a physical exhaustion. Mentally and emotionally, you felt relief. You felt better.

Satoru gave you that time to recover. He pulled you onto his laps and gently wiped away all your tears as a peaceful quiet grew between the both of you. Your ear pressed against his chest, the la-dup, la-dup, la-dup of his heart soothed you. The warmth of his body he shared with you as he holds you close, arms secure yet gentle as if to say I'm not letting go. His tender kisses, the feeling of his lip on your shoulders that lingered even after he pulls away.

Best of all was the calm and gentle assurance you felt whenever you looked into his eyes. Blue. The colour you once associated with sadness and melancholy and pain and tears, was now a colour you found comfort and refuge because it was the colour of the eyes of someone who loved and cared for you.

"If you're feeling down," he tells you as he presses his lips on your forehead, those lips that could spend hours whispering comforting words to you, and never scowl once or grow tired while doing do. "Then I'm feeling down too. We always share each other's joys. Why should our pain be any different?"

And you two did. If you wanted to talk about it, he was all ears. He won't interrupt you, save for the hums and nods. He'll only start talking when he feels its right, making sure to not cut you off whenever you replied to him. He wanted you to feel heard, to know you're feeling are real, to assure you and ease you.

If you didn't, that was fine too. He was more than content to hold you as you got it out of your system. He just wanted to be there with you. He didn't want you to feel alone, especially after you've just been so vulnerable with him by crying in his arms. He wanted you to know he wasn't going anywhere.

He stayed with you until that ache in your heart eased and you gave him a small smile that said, I'm okay now and, Thank you for staying with me.

In response, Satoru would brush his lips against yours, a gesture that said back, For you? Always.

These days, sadness was not something you spent in solitude. It was something you shared with Satoru, until you felt better.