#ALSO LOOOOL

[slumpsnail]

I finally drew Kar'niss as a gift for a dear friend!

[peachducy]

what if that one scene from azran legacy was animated

[dhmis-autism]

DHMIS doodle pages that I managed to cut and paste together and color! I personally like them a lot haha.

2nd doodle page is sorta inspired by @mariaisshiki ‘s piggyback trio drawings.

 B/c it reminded me of the time I tried to carry my baby cousin on my back and I am SO short that even though I got her body off the ground,both her feet were still firmly on the floor. That memory was so horrific I had to project it onto the smallest one.

[dipplinduo]

Dipplinshipping doodles before Kieran went full villain arc = best doodles!!

[ghastlyaffairs]

for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of

also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut

the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)

[critter-of-habit]

So, I was thinking. In episode 2, Billy tells Agatha that his mother went to a Lorna concert shortly before she died. If he doesn't have memories of Wanda, why did he lie?

He doesn't think of Wanda as his mother, he meant William's mom - and the phrasing is confusing because he is talking about two "she's" in the same sentance but he said his mom went to see Lorna's concert before Lorna died, not before his mom died.

[bunnithechubs]

not catching your fiance snooping through your stuff and immediately getting turned on...

[themsource]

7alt8 AU - Moments Like These

Got asked by a friend what exactly Bill and Stan's relationship is like, and made this quick comic to show just how much Bill enjoys messing with Stan XD

Poor boyo has had to deal with stuff like this for 43 years LOL

[eyeshields]

Thank you illustrations from Murata to artists who contributed art to the BRAINxBRAVE special issue part 5 (pt1 / pt2 / pt3 / pt4).

From top to bottom, these are for: Tite Kubo (Bleach), Saeki Shun (Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma), Shinohara Kenta (Witch Watch), and Shibata Yusaku (Zipman!!)

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

in another world chris and mia actually tell ethan whats up (he is mold), he does not take it well (he is miserable)

from here

[frostinepac3]

Biblically accurate Bea and Chip jumpscare

Did a little research and found out how absolutely microscopic Beatrix is??

Also pictured; Bea next to a big cheese

Silly post but I've been thinking about this for days

[achillean-knight]

Man am I having a BLAST with these Mettaton May Day 22 CHAINSAW

[celestie0]

need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au

[jupitired]

yeah

[bunnithechubs]

nona and nono to the rescue!

[rambunctioustoons]

porch lights and fireflies

reader/moon, word count 600

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Your socked feet quietly stalk along the hardwood. Groggily trying to evade triggering the call of creaky floors. Led between the cracks of unpolished maple right up to the wide open doorway. 

Gaze not deceiving you for once. Moon sat alone on the porch, huddled into himself. So often darting away from you, you half expect his nimble limbs to straight up and bolt away from you into the forest. 

Polite statement radiating hollow, you could do better than that. Sitting down next to him, the squeak of protest from worn down steps earning you a twitch of his faceplate. 

But you're not getting your hopes up. "Hey," You say, barely above a murmur. Tightening the throw blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Hesitantly moving forward past the burn out porch lights. It shuffles further away from you, evading you entirely. But not running, not bolting. "Good to see you." 

"go sleep." He tuts. Tone lacking the heeded warning it usually had. No walled in corridors anymore to chase you in, free reign surrounding you. Left fumbling on if that had been the reason you've barely seen him since the 'Plex. Sun having no answers, and leaving assurances in place of words you'd just needed to hear. 

If it's more freedom he'd wanted, that they'd both wanted, you'd be more than happy to oblige. More than happy to help if they'd just stopped reverting back to old habits. Shutting you out of whatever was happening. 

"Go charge." You settle on. Sliding ever so slightly closer to him proves to be a mistake. Balancing himself half off the top step at this point, goosebumps of shame prickling along your neck. Face flush as you pull back again. "Sorry-.. I just- I missed you—" 

Words crumbling out into the open air. Brisk crispy breeze cupping your cheeks, as you hear another squeak. Much too sharp to emit from wood, but, there's no solace to be had if your fretting breaks the stairs. Facing his direction upright, you catch him holding a throw blanket bundled in his lap. Little time to really question it. 

"I couldn't sleep, doesn't look like you could either. I—" 

The folded bundle on their lap, rustling and squeaking. Their widened eyes meeting yours, clutching the displeased creature tighter. 

In the end, little feisty claws are no match for his clutches. A raccoon, bolts from under the covers and out into the open. Blurry haze of fur illuminated by startled, scattered fireflies. 

Statute no longer hunch, sprawled out along the steps in woeful defeat. That solves one problem. 

You know the answer. You know. 

"You were trying to bring that inside?" You ask anyway, deadpan. 

"it's small, and alone." He mumbles. "likes peach slices." That. Explains why the peaches kept going missing, and Sun's insistence the fruit just goes bad super duper quick. Yet, refused to quit buying heaps of peaches. 

"It's got friends nearby," Leaning against the worn banister. "I'm sure of it." 

Moon hums. An off centered acknowledgement it hears you, but. He's absolutely going to keep trying to bring raccoons into the house. No dice convincing him otherwise. Roaming around the yard, settling to lay down on a patch of overgrown grass. Gaze trailing sleepily between the stars. 

"Is that what you've been doing out here, all this time?" 

"sometimes."  

Crawling over, nestled up against your side in an impressive but entirely unnecessary half roll to get to you. Faceplate pressed flat to the ground, theatrically slumping himself down. Like his whole body had participated in a sigh. 

A click somewhere in his upper casting, chiming alongside you as you'd giggled. Something tells gauges this had been an impatient attempt to whisk the creature inside. 

"We should name it," Names spurring immediately to mind, but you hadn't swaddled it like a baby. Didn't think that gave you any real leeway. "The raccoon." You add. 

Muffled voice eventually piping up from the twilight grass blades. "peaches.”