#[ ;; @ my life: i h8 u ;; ]

[salemruinseverything]

uuuughh i need better friends. only like 5 of the people i actually talk to are people i enjoy being around. all of the people i think are cool never talk to me fuck my liiiiiiiiiiiife

[arkaniist]

eououuughhghh fighting the brain gremlins that are trying to convince me not to do my hw until i get another reply from my new zhongli.... i already got one today. the chance of getting another is slim to none. but my brain is like 'ok but what if you sit there rereading and refreshing the chat until another reply shows up'. i can't! i have to conjugate verbs!

[agayconcept]

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[garoujo]

“the kamisato commissioner is busy with work” didn’t ask, tell him it’s me, bring him here i need to see him

[beingfacetious]

A tweet from @TheAndrewNadeau. Tweet reads “Tried a new approach to filing taxes this year” with a screenshot of a Microsoft Word Doc which reads: “Dear IRS, I shall not be paying my taxes this year as I used very little of America, and the parts I did use (health care system, Taco Bell), I paid for myself and did not particularly enjoy. Instead I will be sending $20 to the guy who made Severance. It worked significantly better than our infrastructure and I believe I need to see season 2 more than I need a stealth bomber. Regards, Andrew”

[yumenosakiacademy]

i kno this seems Wild (/s) but not every1 who is publicly/vocally self-deprecating is trying 2 b a Pick-Me or is fishing 4 compliments. some ppl r jus so used 2 putting their self down bc they fucking Hate Their Self n dont hav a filter and/or dont care if they make others feel iffy/awkward/whatever bc of it.

[doromoni]

Not Over the Papaya | OP81

⊹ ｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader

Genre : Fluff Smau

A/N : Tooth rotting fluff coming ur way~ no angst for this chapter hihi enjoy!

Face claim : Jennie Kim

Song: So this is love - Brandy, Paulo Montalban

Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.

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Y/N. 3mins

story replies

markwebber Oi! my feet blur that!

Y/N. get in the bloody car first old man, we still need to fetch 2 more idiots

markwebber Ok fine, tell osc I’m driving us

Y/N. he said sure. NOW GET DRESSED

markwebber ok ok give me a sec

Y/N thank youuu 🫶

Y/bf Ohhh who’s that? he’s hot! 🥵

Y/N. He almost 50 and he’s MARRIED with KIDS

Y/bf Maybe they need a new stepmom

Y/N. GIRL. NO

Y/bf. I’m joking! I’m waiting for Lewis Hamilton … that man could take me. ☺️

Y/N. Y/bf I swear…

Y/bf Ok i’m serious about that ~ I’ll let Lewis ruin my life

Y/N. and i’m sure he’d be lucky to have you, crazy and all

Y/bf hell yeah I’m a catch 🤗

Y/N. you’d be a bigger catch if you went to Australia with me

Y/bf I have to a shoot for my movie you gremlin. I’m sure they cant film when their leading actress is half across the earth

Y/N. ik ik~ goodluck babe! Ughh im so proud of youuuu 🫶

Y/N. 8mins

story replies

charles_leclerc wth?? You’re all together??

charles_leclerc why wasnt I invited?

charles_leclerc Y/N! answer meeee

maxverstappen this is so weird Y/N 😅

Y/N. 1m

story replies

oscarpiastri I see mom had shown you the albums huh?

Y/N. You looked so cute my luvv 😭 I’m crying

oscarpiastri I do look cute 🤷‍♂️

Y/N. URGH I want to squish ur lil cheeks . I’m having cuteness aggression. I never realized how blond you are 🥺

oscarpiastri yeah, I kinda outgrew it

Y/N. what if we dyed ur hair??

oscarpiastri Baby, I love you but NO

Y/N. I h8 u, go play video games with the other guys~ ur mom’s spilling so many things bout you 😛

oscarpiastri Nooooooooo

charles_leclerc Osc looks cute

Y/N. Ikr??

charles_leclerc Yes… now why am I not invited to go to Australia???

Y/N. 🙊😬

charles_leclerc Y/Nieeee Whyyyyyy???

charles_leclerc Hello?????

Y/N.

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Y/N. I wasn’t depressed, I just needed some sun…. or somebody’s son

oscarpiastri Mama said you could keep me 😌

nicolepiastri NO returns, @Y/N sweetie.

Y/N. No returns… I have some concerns 🙂‍↕️. I feel like he loves Sally better than me.

oscarpiastri That was my childhood room dear!!.

Y/N. that doesn’t explain the huge af cut out 😀

nicolepiastri yeh, he begged for that one.

danielricciardo Ok where are my photo creds tho???

Y/N. Oh.

danielricciardo this is intellectual theft Y/N!

Y/N. Ok fine i’m sorry! Thank you for the most amazing, revolutionary, and inspiring photos taken by @danielricciardo

danielricciardo That’s better. Ur very welcome

logansargeant I didn’t come here to be bullied!!

Y/N. who’s bullying you our precious bbq sauce enthusiast

logansargeant I- ok that’s a step up from ranch. I’ll take it.

charles_leclerc I repeat. WHY WAS I NOT INVITED?!

oscarpiastri ur not Aussie

charles_leclerc Ok??? Logan is American and Y/N too

oscarpiastri right.

Y/N. Sorry kinda forgot about u 😬

charles_leclerc unbelievable! i’m so hurt 😭

Y/N. sucks to be u, cry about it on ur yatch

charles_leclerc Maybe I will! and none of you are invited

Notification : Alex added you to “ Charles the drama queen”

Notification : Alex added Oscar to “Charles the drama queen”

Extra A/N: Singer!Oscar ran in my mind all week… so fuck it Singer!Oscar.

Also! may I offer my playlist for the one and only~ Oscar Jack Piastri 😗

Series Taglist : @champagneproblems17 @itsjustfranzi @cheriwritesig @forza-charles @awritingtree @sltwins @gr1mes-cc @hwalllllllelujah @btsfluffsworld @tillyt04 @landotd @booksandflowrs @czennieszn @thatsouthernblondewiththeass @tellybearryyyy @wobblymug @alittlechaotics-blog @bingussthirdtoe @mirrorball-6 @demandealalune @heartsforleclerc @yoongi-holland @maneskin-slave @alenix @forensicheart @bloodyymaryyy @stereading @hahahjej @youre-on-your-ownkid : closed

Maintaglist : @myescapefromthislife @peterholland04 @charlottef1 @fangirl125reader @mel164 @gnarlycore @chloelovesln4 @vickykazuya @merchelsea @ln4author @qzmef @nxk1309 @styl1shl1v @lottalove4evelyn @gr3yhues : closed for now

[weirdtenderlove]

..my current crush being white has..

[wormgremlin]

BOO UR FIRED.

YEA I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY

WINTERIRON WINTERIRON WINTERIRON WINTERIRON WINTERIRON WINTERIRON WINTERIRONWINTERIRONWINTERIRONWWINTERIRONWINTERIRIONWINTERITONWINTEROROMWINRERORN

(RATE MY SHIP. RATE IT.)

MAKES NO SENSE AND DOES THE OPPOSITE OF COMPELLING ME. IT R E P E L S ME

[princesspiastri]

First Time for Everything

Social Media AU

Pairing: Reader x Daniel Ricciardo 

Summary: You go to your first Grand Prix ever, saving up every penny, just to be noticed by VCARB’s Marketing team and you’re invited to meet the drivers. 

A/N: Hi so this is literally the first time I've done something like this so be kind <3 this was so much harder than I thought it would be lol

yn_yln

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yn/yln Every hour of overtime and cup of coffee ignored was so worth this!

yrbffuser newest wag alert !!!!!!

yn_yln omg stop 🥹

f1girlsclub Have fun at your first GP!

yn_yln

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yn/yln I looked so so bad after the race but omg I'm living my best life couldn't believe I got to hang out in @/visacashapprb's paddock for the race!!! I am so so honored 🤩

yrbffuser literally an influencer, you better invite me next time

yn_yln come to my next gp with me, we'll get lucky😉

visacashapprb Glad we could make your first race a great one!

yn_yln

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yn_yln *cue Will Smith* I'm going to Miami

yrbffuser are you gonna credit me for my photo orrrrrr

yn_yln I figured everyone already knows ur my personal photographer 😂🩷

dannyricfan3 your def going to the race

f1wagpage is it true you're dating daniel?????

daniel3.jpg

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daniel3.jpg late nights in MIA

yn_yln soft launch? 🥹

daniel3.jpg what does that even mean

lily_foster4736 daniel is off the market, crying and throwing up

mia.cooper ok but like how can I be her??????

dannyricfanpage so glad to see you having a good time Danny!

yn_yln

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yn_yln had to teach him what a soft launch is, now I'll show him how to hard launch 🩷

danielricciardo I still don't know what that is but ok ❤️

yn_yln its a good thing you drive cars for a living 😘

yrbffuser so when are you setting me up with Lando

yn_yln @/landonorris

yrbffuser i h8 u

landonorris @/yrbffuser check ur dms

[lunaticli8rarian]

it's a lil' frustr8ting to me to see people constantly think up s8ur8/sgru8 as this malevolent force that ruins everything it touches and makes everything f8cking misera8le. cuz it's so f8cking 8oring!

it's so much more interesting to just have it as a completely neutral party with no real moral direction one way or the other. where for some kids it's the most joyous freeing thing ever to happen to them and they wouldn't change a thing, 8ut for some it's as if the universe itself is conspiring against you.

for some kids it's like nepeta where she goes to a land of little cu8es and tea and it's cool and awesome and happy and fun and smells nice, and then dave goes to his plan8 and it's f8cking terrifying to him.

it ruins the nuanced story telling reflecting how life is like for everyone growing up, where certain parts are good and 8ad, and there's rarely if ever complete overlap. not to mention the C H A R A C T E R N U A N C E in what characters find misera8le and joyous. oh hey i found all of my friends irl 8ut also this is 8oring and i'm a child soldier. oh hey i met a 8uncha people i h8 and want to kill me, 8ut at least i'm out of my a8usive situ8tion.

for the love of god can tum8lr stop flattening everything down to the most digesta8le sheet of 8land nothingness for one second?

[cynething]

any1 else here not a personal fan of the ‘starving to feel small and delicate to make up for the love i didn’t have as a child’ genre of post like idk about u but im starving bc i h8 myself (and number go down = one of the few wins i have left in my life lmao). nothing poetic or meaningful 💔

[pup-pee]

U U UUUU UUU U SHAKES U U DJJAKVUKS AAA I LOVE SEIENG THIS SM

it veen opene jn a tab all day KHAJFHAKJVKLG NEVER CLOSING KT IT SAYS OPEN 4EVER HES SO CUTE SOSOSO CUTE BUNNY BOY!! STARSWBERRY BUNNY BART!! W/HIS CUTE OVERALSL W/THE FLOWER IM DYING IM MELTING IM U MADI MADI DO U UDNERSTAND???

ALSO COB GET ATS ON MOT DRAWING BART IN YELLOW??? LOLLAJDKDL THE SHIRT U DREW HIM IN IS SO CUTE THE SLEEVESSSS AAAJJFKFK

also mow that uve drawn it I TOTALLY UNDERDTAND WHAT U MEANT BY STRAWBERRIES

ALSO

ALSO

U CANT JUST HIDE THIS IN THE TAGS I MEAN IK U WERENT GIDING IT BUT LIKE AGGHHH AAAA

smthsmth kon saying; we need 2 make u more country

& bart replying; im literally from manchester???

ANYWAYS EYAH ADDING ON 2 UR ART EXTENSION OF MY ART BUT BRBRBJEKAK AA A holds ur bart drawing like bug in my hands AAAAA

idek if manchester is country

pancake bunny pancake bunny boakcake buny

mmmmmm paper

[diluclover300]

Just One Week (1)

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Also posted on my ao3 account: diluclover300

CHAPTER INDEX:

I H8 U

My Kinda Fun

Balance

{S] Awake

Eggs and Rice

Wait, but I'm broke

Couple's Discount

CHAPTER 1: I H8 U

...

Ha. Ha. You roll your eyes, arms crossed before they unfold again. The elevator opens and you're back at the lobby of the building again. Ha. Ha. 

You hate this place. Normal was so ordinary. So predictable. So boring. Blah!

Whatever, whatever, whatever. You just want to go home already. It's been a long day at work. 

You walk, as the general population does, because even though you're special, and so different, you're human before any of that bull crap. Genetically, you're a programmed sheep. Mentally, you stick out like a sore thumb. 

And you walk with the help of wired earbuds, ones that you grabbed at the nearest department store. You understand why people can't leave the house without these babies. They're so convenient, a socially accepted escape from the real world. 

Selfishly, as it should be, you're listening to the same sickly sweet, syrupy-lyric filled song. Generic, yet so stupid catchy that even a zombie would dumbly mumble it in its sleep. With it's unintelligible voice, muddy and groggy as it lowly moans the melody. Like pure mush, frothing with spit. 

Love. Love. Love. A boyband, the popular one you've loved since highschool, is singing about what sells— sex. Oh, baby. I want you. I love you. Give me all of you. Kiss me until I can't breath, wrap me with your heat. 

You understand the gist of it, don't you? Because you certainly do. 

Bouncy, your steps are, almost preppy that you feel like everyone else. You suppose that's fine for now. You're forcibly, undeniably put into a swarm of people. People that will always be like you. Vise versa. It's the way of life. 

Same old. 

Beep. Your lanyard scans across the kind of thing you'd see in a new-york subway. Too bad you're across the globe in Japan, in some remote town, so you don't live miles away from the famous–or was it infamous– you don't know, times square. Boring. 

You suck in a hefty amount of hair, and it's humiliating when you push the door that so politely–and obviously— asks to be pulled. Wow. You turn back to confirm that no one has just seen you do that. But you're suddenly biting back another heap of cringe mixed with embarrassment when you realize that someone behind you blankly stares at you. Probably to hurry up so that they could get out too.

"Oops." You laugh, but they don't. "Sorry about–"

"Are you going to open that door?"

"Oh, uh, yes. I am."

Right. You pull the handle of the door that you've touched thousands of times.

The breeze hits you and as physics do, your hair whips across your face, sprawling over your dry, cracked lips. You push on, steps now long strides. You're fighting with the wind and it's terrible. 

Welp. That was life. Mother nature wasn't, never was, kind to you. 

Another idiotic event, another "let's make a fool out of Y/N" moment. You fold your arms underneath the crevice of your chest, that white button up so thin you're sure that you've developed hypothermia in the last few minutes you've been walking. 

Another sigh. Then you realize it looks hopeless, and stupid. Then you wipe your cheek, holding your lips together and realize that looks equally awkward. Damn. 

Incident after incident. Mistake after mistake. Everything feels like a math equation, and it's all adding up to make you look a fool. 

At least nothing too terrible happened today.

Then, as if it was clockwork, an ominous feeling began to settle in the depths of your heart. As if your instincts were telling you to run. 

You don't. Your hopes of a normal day, your suspicions of having a great day are so terribly...

Wrong. You look up and see the face that you don't want to see. The face that looks back at you like a mirror, the face who's lips turn up into a slight smile. The face who's glasses tip down his rather long, yet socially accepted nose. The face who's eyes are freakishly blue, who's eyes would receive the predictable comparison– "Hey, your eyes look just like the sky."

This can't be real.

This can't be happening.

Maybe today wasn't destined to be a good day, but there was no way in hell, no way that things could go this south.

A bad day was when you got in trouble during work, when someone's kid spilled your burning hot coffee all over your new white clothes. Bad was when...

Bad was when Gojo Satoru wasn't here. 

Terrible was when he was. 

"Hi." He holds his hand up, palm open, fingers spread into a wave. "It's been a while."

Your chest tightens, air contracting the thing like a damn accordion. He's definitely a fair distance from you, standing beneath the trees, far from the stairs leading up to the building behind you both. Traffic bustles a couple more feet away, and that same song, on repeat, buzzes in your ear like a mosquito.

Love. You seem to feel everything but that at the sight of his face. 

"Gojo." The breeze slaps against your skin, stinging as it leaves it's harsh marks. Your fingers travel down to the hems of your skirt, and you fidget with the cloth. 

You're anxious, not as you envisioned the hundreds of other times you mulled over this sort of situation. Instead of holding your head up high, you're cowering, heart wrenching, the lines you so carefully wrote, seared into your mind escaping your tongue. 

"Gojo?" Ha. Ha. Real funny, you think as he mocks you. 

It makes you angry. Why did he, how did he have, how was he not– where was his shame? After five years? Did he just realize you were gone after all this time? 

You don't want to ask, but you do.

"Why are you–"

"What happened to Satoru? Don't be so formal. It's only been five years."

"The name disgusts me."

You're silent as he steps forward, a bouquet of flowers tucked underneath his armpit. He's decked out in all black, not that you care, or that it's any different from how he was a few years back. If anything, he's the exact same. Unchanged. 

It makes your blood boil. 

"Ah. Look at you. You've changed."

He chides, crouching down as if he's trying to taunt a child. You bite back the strange croak in your throat.

"Your turn. What about me? Say something." 

No. Please. "Don't do this to me." 

His lips, as if pulled by a set of strings, ghost a smile. Those eyes exposed, bare through those glasses as they reflect the pathetic image of you. Your expression which tries to hard to look expressionless. The scrunch of your eyebrows as you look down at him. 

No, he's looking down on you. Even though it should be the opposite. 

"You look the same." It's robotic, the usual cadence of your voice he so remembers void of emotion. 

It's true. He does. 

"Oh? You're cold. So cold." He tilts his head, a strand of hair falling in between his eyes as he gives you a slight pout. 

And, you? You're not the same as you were before. 

"I know." You step back. "People tell me that all the time."

You feel so... so...

Was pathetic the right word? It didn't even do the situation justice.

Wow. Honestly, you never wanted to admit this, but you've always imagined this sort of thing happening. A reunion, to put it simply and you'd always imagine such witty responses, such great comebacks. 

However, you're no different from everyone else. Not underneath the umbrella of fear. However, you're not even shielded from those raindrops of confrontation.

You're soaked. The umbrella's defective. You can't bring yourself to say the words you practiced, to put an end to the tortuous fire in your heart. 

Because as much as you want to hear those answers, you're afraid of the void that lies beneath them. 

"Is that something to brag about these days?" He straightens up, the plastic lining of the bouquet crinkling. 

You shrug as answer, but your eyes stick onto the floor like a piece of gum. They've rolled out of their sockets, breeze guiding them along the concrete. 

Satoru whistles for a moment, eyes careful as they study your figure. 

A white button up shirt, tucked into a pencil skirt, glasses that usually wouldn't suit you because you were the contact lens type, flats because he could never imagine you walking down a flight of stairs in heels. 

Though you've fallen to the inevitable concept of change, you're still...

Oh. He's forgot to mention that you've been listening to music this whole time. It's noticeable now. Partly because you're wearing wired headphones, and partly because he can hear the faintest bit of singing coming from your direction. 

"Whatcha listening to?" 

You peek up, and for the first time in years, he's properly– no, you're making eye contact with him. 

"It's the new XXX song. Do you remember when I..."

What the hell? 

He never tried to stop you back then. 

Why would he remember a single thing about you?

"Nevermind." You look away, and he swears he sees the faintest film of water pooling against your eyes. "You wouldn't know."

Yeah. You're the same as ever. 

"Oh. You still like that group?"

You nod, and he swears he can see the faint image of you from highschool. Nodding along to the sound of your mp3 player, busted around the corners as it rests on the edge of your desk, threatening to fall. And when it did, he'd usually catch it before pulling out your earbuds. 

Then you'd grumble at him, call him a "bastard" or a "piece of shit". And he'd laugh, loud enough that people would turn their heads. 

Weird. A wave of nostalgia hits him. 

"Ha." The thought of it makes him snicker. God. He was such an asshole. "Haha."

Look at how the tables turned. It's painful that you're so rough around the edges now. You're barely smiling, and now there's an offended look trespassing your lips and eyes. 

You're angry again. So angry that the image of your smile is trampled on, dirtied by a frown. 

It's like throwing away a perfectly good slice of cake.

Satoru decides he hates it. The look of it is sickening, the thought of it is unappetizing, the existence of it is...

"What are you–"

"Come back to Jujutsu High and help me teach." 

As he expects, and the revelation behind it frustrates him, you've gone completely unresponsive. What he's realized is that you're just existing through your life. 

You've been wasting time. And now you're just going to ignore him. No matter how right he is. 

"Y/N. Can you hear me?"

You don't answer for a long while, slowly ripping out each earbud as you stuff it into the pocket of your shirt. The question, the request is... it's...

Disgustingly selfish. Did he only think for himself? Did he only care for himself?

Of course he did. Of course he did. 

He's Gojo Satoru. 

"Why did you come here? Go home." 

"For you. Come back and be a Jujutsu sorcerer again–" He doesn't waste a singular second, as if he was reading off a script to some terrible horror movie. 

You feel sick. 

"No." You spit out. "You don't know what I want, you can't tell me what to do either."

You want to laugh, you can't believe all this bullshit.

You can't believe that after all the trouble you went through to fit in, you're going back to square one. Like a baby trying to learn how to walk all over again.

All the trouble you went through to convince yourself that you were still special despite being so, despite living so normally now.

All the trouble you went through to ignore those cursed spirits.

All those sacrifices you made, those risks you took. 

You can't believe that it's all going down the drain like this, like your struggles are the water to someone else's shower. 

Could you be easily discarded like that? Like trash? 

Wrong. Incorrect. Wrong. Nothing could be more... wrong.

No, you're different. Important. Nothing like trash. Incomparable. If there was a mold, you'd break it. If there was an expectation, you'd exceed it. If there was...

If there was...

There's nothing because he... he's...

Gojo Satoru is stepping on your sob story like it's a  piece of gum, smearing it with the sole of his shoe. 

He tries to intervene with your peace, picking apart at your facade, your play-pretend act of tranquility. 

"I know what you want–"

You don't even give him the chance to finish. 

"It's been five years."

He knows. You don't have to remind him that it's been that long. 

"So?"

"You don't know a thing about me, Gojo."

"I do." He steps forward. "And what do those people back there know about you?" Then he points back at your workplace. 

You grimace, aware that what you're about to say is an obvious, a bitter lie. He knows it too, but you say it anyway. 

"They know a lot about me." You bite back, desperately trying to save face. "So much more than you do."

When you force that out, it dawns on you. The fact that you have to lie about something so insignificant to prove that you're doing just fine to some asshole you haven't seen in five years. 

"Like what? Your favorite member in that stupid boyband?"

"They're not stupid! Okay? They're– They're...!" You stumble over your words, voice coming out louder than you anticipate. 

Damn it. Now everyone around you is staring like a bunch of sheep, the same kind back at work, relishing in an argument– no, a conversation – that they had no rightful part in. 

"They don't know anything about you, do they?" He whispers, a pitiful expression on his face when he sees how worked up you've gotten. "Be honest with me then. What do you want?"

"Honest? You want me to be honest?"

"Well, yes. I'd like that."

"Fine then. I want to fight you right now because I hate you."

"Sure."

"You make me sick."

"Okay."

"I want to–"

"I already said okay."

...

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Uhhhh Another Doodle Hell Thing (Part 08?)

(I have taken this series way too seriously. I need help)

(CW/TW: Bl00d, Severed eyes on Scythe, & GuN)

A random/short installment of a series that I should prob put on a major hiatus now & maybe cann it for a while. (Listen, why did I make this series in the first place? Clout? Personally, idk.)

Anyways here's a list of them ig:

1-1:

A Sam o'Nella reference. (Of course JJ being a somewhat stereotypical Florida man takes out a g u n )

(JJ is mine)

2-1 (Bl00d & Severed Eyes):

Gerald but he's possessed by Mesmer. Guess you can call him "Mesmer!Gerald" now.

(Geralf belongs to Al. Also Gerald is a ASGD au of one of their OCs)

3-1:

I can't draw stick men for the life of me. :') But yeh this is just yur average interaction between Malice (Red Guy) & Harmona (Blue Guy). (Also another reference to Sam o'Nella)

(Malice belongs to Al & Harmona belongs to me)

4-1:

This is me after I make this whole thing. (Not literally but still)

5-1:

Uh just the last image & possibly what Korin will look like but idk I just drew this out of complete boredom & also bcs I h8 myself /hj

(OC belongs to Al but idfrk man. I mean this is a ASGD AU of one of their OCs who's a Fish Man)

Anyways I hope you enjoy THIS TRASH! Or not. I don't care. I wanna make proper content now. (Bcs I will h8 myself if I dont & my brain s stoopid-)

Character Credits are on top.

Art is mine. (Like literally it is.... YOU GOOFUSES BETTER NOT STEAL MY ART BCS MY WATERMARK IS FRIKIN EVERYWHERE NOW!)

Program: IbIsPaInT x

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!