#12/24 posted

[sherrylephotography]

November 8, 2024

Hidden Falls in slow motion.

Auburn California

[evilmafuyu666]

[grapefood]

UnderFell: Sibling Shenanigans

UnderFell belongs to Underfell/Vic

[leaf4e]

i finished it!! :D

Salmon spawned in non-river biomes, like oceans, use my retexture of salmon (seen in all but one image above) to be accurate to real life. Salmon spawned in river biomes use the vanilla texture that looks like a spawning salmon - which go through rivers to spawn.

[opal-owl-flight]

SQUID LION KING MEANS THIS SONG EXISTS AND SINCE ITS THE BEGINNING OF PRIDE MONTH, HAVE SOME GAY CEPHALOPODS BEING SILLY

[kyouka-supremacy]

I think Beast sskk would be very secretive when it comes to their relationship (like sskk usually are), but let's pretend for a moment that they weren't.

It'd be so funny if Akutagawa had that specific kind of Columbo-like detective approach where he keeps bringing up his supposed “wife” at the most random times during cases. And obviously at the agency nobody believes him because they never saw him hang out with anyone outside of work (besides spending time with Oda's orphans), and the idea of Akutagawa having a spouse is enough unbelievable by its own. So everyone is kinda convinced he's just made them up, but making up an imaginary spouse would be like, the fourteenth most weird thing the feral gremlin of the ada has done, so they don't put much thought into it. That's until one day they have an office party where everyone is free to bring their partners, and that's how the agency finds out that Akutagawa's “wife” not only exists but is actually the ex Port Mafia White Reaper Nakajima Atsushi

[lnfini]

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[splat-inkrusted-blog]

Cap 3: What are you doing?

Neo 3: Making Bacon.

Cap 3: I bought that for Eight and Four.

Neo 3: Sounds like a lot of "Not My Problem"

Cap 3: ...

Cap 3: *Fills a pitcher with water*

Cap 3: *Splashes Neo 3 with the Pitcher*

Neo 3: *Pained gurgling as they splat*

~~~~~

Eight: That smells Delicious!

Four: Is that Bacon!?!

Cap 3: *Continuing with the bacon* Indeed it is. I decided to make a treat for you two as thanks for being so ... Thoughtful and kind to me.

Eight: It is only the Right for us to-

Neo 3: *kicking the Door open* You Bitch!

[6kate1bishop6]

also it’s the anniversary of tim becoming robin !! it’s so wild identity crisis all happens in a day

[diabolic-wave]

anyway ummm hi happy 12/12. i would've done more with this but i started it last minute oopsie

[divinit3a]

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Here there be goblins. AKA, There will be elements of robot gore, horror, body horror, and eye-strain in my work. I'll always tag it as such, but if that is not your cup of tea, here's your "get out of jail free" card!

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📝 currently writing. . . 🎭 just keep playing along || #playing along (sfw, BUT tw: violence, mechanical horror) | fnaf SB adjacent ↪ sun ☆ moon ☆ eclipse ⚙️the mechanics assistant || #assistant au (sfw, BUT tw: robot gore, false start) | help wanted adjacent 🎣 (wip) an animatronic mer au || #catfishing au

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Beyond that, I am ok with folks using my artwork as icons/banners with credit! 💚💚💚 If you like what nonsense I get up to, (aww thanks!!) I'd love to see your take on whatever meme, AU, etc it is! I always enjoy being @'d for anything related :D

asks are open and I am always down to yap ^-^ 💚

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I understand that minors will follow/interact with this blog, though its contents are intended to be (16+) while im happy to encourage young creatives on their artistic journey, we cant be friends if you are a minor. please unfollow/block me if you need to!

i dont personally draw/write explicit nsfw, but artwork/writing may be scary or spicy.

Reblogs and fic recs will be marked as nsfw/sfw.

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✸my cup of tea

i love horror, looove, and absolute tomfoolery. silly, surreal situations are perhaps my favorite ones to orchestrate. y/n is simply another barbie on the chessboard ^-^ ;; lets play toyce?

focusing on the robotics. waiter give me ten more please

i adore everyone's AU's and renditions of the DCA!! every time i find a new one i am amazed by ppls creativity!! i am eating every single cake deliciously. i hope to draw fanart of the all the au's & fics i love, but i fear there are many. so many.

✸thanks for havin' me!!

[sherrylephotography]

Tower of London 9/24

[blogmatsu]

How Ichimatsu Celebrated His Birthday This 2024!

May 24, 2024

⏰ 12:05am

あ……えっと、、聞こえて…る……？ あいつらは寝ちゃったんだけど、おれはちゃんと起きてたよ。 おれたち、誕生日おめでとう。 じゃあ、おやすみ。（一松）

Ah...uhmm, can you.. hear me...?

The others have fallen asleep, but I'm wide awake.

I wish us a happy birthday.

Well then, goodnight. (-Ichimatsu)

⏰ 3:00pm

昨日夜更かししてたから、、まだ眠いんだよね・・ みんなはあのあと眠れたの…？ 今日は誕生日だし、せっかくだから猫たちに会いに来たら、みんないつもの場所に集まってくれてた。でも、猫じゃらしはもう飽きちゃったみたいで、猫が好きなおもちゃでおすすめなものあったら教えて。（一松）

I'm still sleepy.. because I was up late last night...

Did you all go to sleep after that...?

Today's our birthday, so I went to see the cats and they were all gathered in the usual spot. But, it seems like they've gotten tired of the cat teaser. If you guys have any recommendations for toys that cats like, please let me know. (-Ichimatsu)

⏰ 10:00pm

今日はみんな、おつかれさまでした。おれも猫とたくさん遊んで疲れたから、もう寝ようかな。 みんなも早く寝て。おやすみ。（一松）

Thank you for your hard work today everyone. I'm tired too after playing with the cats a lot, so I think I'll go to bed now.

You guys go to bed soon too. Goodnight. (-Ichimatsu)

All: Ichimatsu Karamatsu Jyushimatsu Todomatsu Osomatsu Choromatsu

[hannahssimblr]

“Jude! God, c’mere.” Michelle thrusts me into the centre of the group, where someone has propped a card against a vase on the counter. I ensure to arrange my features carefully into some sort of surprised expression. 

“Oh, what? This for me?”

“Yes,” they cry. It’s a handmade card that says ‘you’re dead to us’ on the front. “Aw, Jesus, thanks!” I say, and they laugh and watch me while I open it and start reading some messages scrawled on the inside. There are so many of them, many even squeezed into the tiniest corners, or sideways along the edge.

‘Good luck on your big adventure!’ some say. Others share a memory, wish me luck, express jealousy at my escape. I close it. 

“I’ll read this late when you’re not all gawking at me,” I tell them, which gets a good laugh despite the lack of comedy, and as I look around at their faces, their sad, sentimental smiles and I wish the night was over already, and I was already gone. I feel exposed, like a man under a spotlight without something to say. Would they like me to entertain them? To read their messages and get emotional in the middle of my kitchen?

I catch Jen’s eye. She’s behind the others, by the patio door, dressed in a very funereal black, and an expression to match. While chatter resumes around me, I jerk my head towards the garden, and without words, she understands. She slips through the door and out into the night. 

Jen and I wordlessly follow the path that winds down from the house to the pergola at the back of the garden. We sit on a bamboo settee shielded by trees from the road, where the occasional car passes. The breeze lifts pieces of her hair that frame her face. 

She is staring towards the kitchen, its yellow light pouring out into the garden when she breaks the silence. 

“What a weird party.” 

I exhale a laugh through my nose. “Honestly, I didn’t know if you’d even come.”

She purses her lips. “I’m not totally sure why I did.”

“Maybe you had something you wanted to say.”

“Maybe. Though I wasn’t sure you’d want to hear it.” She looks at me then, her brown eyes dark in the failing light as they study mine. “It surprised me to see Evie here.”

“Me too. I didn’t think she’d come.”

“On her own, too.”

I shrug. “Shane and Claire were busy. They were going to their debs.”

“Ah, the debs.” She picks lint from her black mesh top and laughs humourlessly. “Bet you’re sorry you’ll miss ours. I know how excited you were to suit up for it.”

Even the concept of wearing a suit makes me uncomfortable, as though an invisible tie is pulled too tightly at my throat. “You’re going, I presume.”

“Yeah, with Michelle. The two of us are kind of like the dateless losers in the year. Feels about right to end it all this way.”

“I didn’t think Michelle would be interested in all that stupid stuff, if I’m honest.”

“I think that’s what you assumed. If you’d asked her, she might have told you something different.”

“Hm,” I say. “More evidence of being a kind of shit boyfriend, isn’t it?”

An infinitesimal smile nudges at her lips. “I always said you were better apart. She really brought out the worst in you.”

“It felt that way, to be honest. When I was with her, I really didn’t like myself, or I wasn’t completely myself around her.”

“Well, then. Hopefully, one day you’ll find someone who lets you be yourself. It’s what everyone wants for themselves.”

I nod. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“I kind of thought you’d found that with Evie.”

I sigh, suddenly irritated, while she draws into herself, hands tucked under her arms. “Sorry,” she says. “I don’t know the right thing to say about her.”

“I kind of wish you wouldn’t say anything to me about her, because, like…”

“It isn’t my business, and all that,” she finishes, and with a nod, she turns her face toward the bushes flanking the garden with their spiky black leaves silhouetted against the deep blue sky.

My voice trembles. “Jen, I don’t want to be angry with you right now, like, I don’t want to go off and start this new part of my life when I feel this way, but the things you said to Evie at the festival, I just… It’s like, no matter how much I think it over, I can’t come up with a reason you would say those things to her.”

She tugs the sleeve of her top between her teeth, just shaking her head. I lift my hands from my lap to look at them. They are quivering, so I clench them into fists as I continue.

“You should have been there on that second night, Jen, and seen the way she was crying. The things you said got into her head, you know what I mean? You can’t just make shit up and tell it to someone like it’s a fact. I know you love to gossip and tell stories, but this is what happens when you go too far. It has real consequences. Like, a real impact on people.”

“Yeah.”

“You told her I was staying.”

Again, she agrees, eyes still fixed on the garden. 

“Jen.”

She swallows, hard. 

“How come you said that? It’s not like I ever told you I was going to do that, is it?”

She mumbles something incoherent. 

“What? Come on, just talk to me.”

“I assumed you would.”

“You assumed? Why would you assume?”

I realise that speaking is difficult for her, as she is holding back her tears. I should feel more sympathetic towards her, but I’m righteous. With a steadiness I know is shrinking her, I stare into her face.

“Maybe it was both that I assumed and I hoped. Like, a mixture of the two.”

“Go on.”

“You seemed happy this summer, at certain moments. It was just… like,” a laboured swallow, “you’d come home late after being with her, and you were just… Happy, and talking all about her and going on and on about the funny things she said to you.”

“So?”

“So, like, I thought you’d end up going out with her in the end, and that you felt so strongly about her that you’d stay in Dublin to be with her. I don’t know, it didn’t seem that crazy an idea. You were acting like you were in love or something.” Now, she looks at me, her eyes hurt, but still searching for confirmation. Perhaps, if she were especially astute, she might have seen somewhere on my face the flash of emotion that jolted through me. I convince myself she hasn’t seen a thing and clench my jaw. 

“I think that was a fairly stupid assumption to make.”

“I don’t. You’ve always done things because pretty girls wanted you to. It’s like your life is based around chasing whatever feeling it is that you get when one of them likes you.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.”

“It’s not,” I insist. “Look at me now, huh? I’m leaving her for Germany.”

“Fine,” she whispers. “I just thought you’d stay. That’s all.”

“I won’t.”

“I know that.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Do you?”

She exhales, frustrated, and throws her hands upon her lap. “Yes, I know it. Look at me, here, at your going away party. It’d be pretty fucking mental if I didn’t know it, wouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, but it’s not like you’ve acknowledged it.”

“You haven’t talked to me in two weeks.”

“Before that, Jen.”

She fixes the full, passionate force of her stare at me as tears fill her eyes. “Because I don’t want you to go, do I? Because I thought if I didn’t look at it, then it’d all just go away.”

I feel a surge of emotion. My throat tightens as though clenched by a fist. “Well… It doesn’t.”

“Yeah,” as the first tears spill onto her cheeks, she wipes them away with the heel of her hand. “I just didn’t want things to end. I thought if you stayed for her, then I wouldn’t have to lose you, and nothing would change.”

“They have to, though. That’s how life goes. Everything changes and everything ends, and we all just get older and things move on.”

She whimpers. “But you’re moving on without me.”

I reach out and stroke her knee with my thumb over the loose threads of the hole in her jeans. “Yeah, I suppose I am.”

“I just don’t know what I’ll do.”

“You’ll just live your life, and I’ll live mine, and-”

“We’ll be apart. How can I go without seeing you all the time? You’ve always just been there, and now I’ll have to get used to you being so far away, and never seeing you, and you’re, like, one of the few friends I even have, and you-”

“No, come on. You’ll make new friends in college.”

“I don’t want new friends. I don’t want to meet new people and have to explain these little things about me, and my backstory and what I like to watch on TV and order at the takeaway, and what sorts of jokes make me laugh. You already know it all, and you’ll know them better than anyone else ever will, because you were there when I decided I liked them.”

“Jenny, we’ll still talk, and we’ll visit each other-”

“There’s no point pretending it’ll be the same, because it won’t. You’re going to say you’ll stay in touch with me and we’ll be best friends forever, but that won’t happen. You’ll find people who are better, and just forget.”

“Never.”

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[grapefood]

Undertale: Pink

Some concept doodles for my AU

[emory-loss]

the girls give me hope. they make me feel more like healing is possible and that i will get better. it may not work right now and i need to think more about the right thing and how to correctly do the right thing.... but it is possible. if it's possible, who says i can't do it??

thank you. i aspire to be like xiomara one day. ^_^ 🌈🌈