#Anyway uhhh

[stillchuunya]

listen, I want Copia to turn out to be the Antichrist and I want him to be the most inept antichrist Satan could ever fear to get. I want to see him in diabolical situations in which his awkward autistic ass is just so out of place it confuses even the emissaries from hell/heaven/whoever he's trying to impress. let him try to fistbump god when he's supposed to fight him and go 'he he he' at his own jokes before solving a problem in the least antichrist way possible, creating more problems for the ministry and making everyone question their life choices.

[danidrawsstuff]

i graduated i can be insane on main again 🤪

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[localzombies-net]

Tikotk edit

[olivewormz]

soo... we got a tactics demo, huh

[spiralshells]

Caught poachin' in the Kingswood

[just-a-girl-with-a-pistol]

Thinking, thonking, thimking.... too much red? HELL NAW

[fandomcrapandstuff]

This was funnier in my head,,,,,,, but!!! Fuck yu ig… (ft my sf oc)

[grimweepaw]

Bro why he make a mess. Pick it back up. >:[

OG bg pic btw

[sheepydwagondraws]

Trying to get more into collage for funsies - did a dunmeshi one! It's a little visually cluttered but I had fun and think it came out cute :3

Also think it looks really nice in my collage sketchbook I'm starting (which is why it's two panels)

[i-dreamofsleep]

being into obey me is funny bc the People could just enter ur room and find you and your siblings talking about the birth of fucking satan (<- catholic household)

[anxiousgaypanicking]

u wrote hh for hypnotized has anybody ever written anything for u?

nope! not to my knowledge, at least. i sometimes wish people would, but compared to other people in this fandom im kind of a recluse.

like ive written one fic for somebody, and i try to reblog stuff, but i get nervous dm-ing or being feral and crazy in my reblogs/comments because i fear people disliking me, but as a result its not like a lot of other sanders sides creators know me personally. people just see my fics/shots and dont know me better than those? idk

id love if somebody wrote smthn for me. honestly im all giddy when people leave reblogs or comments on my stuff. i straight up share every bit of positive feedback i get with my boyfriend, and screenshot most of the reblogs/comments i get because it makes me happy that people appreciate and get excited over stuff i make, and thats how id feel if someone made smthn for me? idk <3

[rachelcommitscrimes]

eat up, david simps

[unized-3]

the independence day of america is on the fourth of july. this is an obvious reference to the song 'fourth of july' by american rock band, fall out boy

[just-a-girl-with-a-pistol]

He is here now, and he ready

[puddleorganism]

God of War in a sweater what will he do? (The Red King from my scifi au. In a sweater)

Context

[natasha-in-space]

"I wonder what kind of flower is that... It's so pretty!"

Natasha couldn't help but giggle as she saw Saeran's golden eyes widen in pure wonder. It seems like his insatiable curiosity would only grow with time. Or, rather, there was no more fear stopping his curiosity from coming through. "Hm, I don't know! How about we ask grandpa Alan? He knows all sorts of stuff! And, it is his garden after all."

Saeyoung looked up from the hefty astronomy encyclopedia he was engrossed in before, quickly jumping into conversation at the mention of the witty old man all three of them now collectively called their 'grandpa', by his own insistence, of course. "He knows all about stars, animals and flowers? Is there anything he doesn't know?"

"Well... Uh... I guess he doesn't know how to cook! Or maybe he just doesn't like it... But, I never saw him cook anything before." Natasha noted, tapping her chin in thought. Now that they were talking about this, she's pretty sure that grandpa Alan doesn't even own an oven. How weird is that? There's no greater joy than serving a delicious meal you made with your own two hands. At least, that's how it was for her.

"Still, this flower is strange... I never saw one with such bright colors." Saeran's voice was barely audible as he mumbled to no one in particular but himself, all of his attention focused solely on the oddly shaped flower swaying playfully in the wind, almost like it was finding his confusion endearing. He didn't even notice Natasha shuffling closer from the other corner of the tiny garden as she too now studied the aforementioned small plant. Looks like he was completely lost in his own little world. Not like her or Saeyoung minded that in any way. Both of them were happy to see the timid boy feel comfortable enough to indulge in his interests.

"...Maybe it's... magical?" The girl suggested, a silly little smile slowly making its way onto her face as she awaited for a response of some kind from the redheaded boy. It was unclear whether she was joking or not, but, judging by the way her fingers would occasionally drum against the sides of the plastic water can she held in her arms, this was her idea of playful banter. Though, Saeyoung was the only one that caught on her plans, snickering under his breath.

Her sense of humor was pretty odd.

Still, this was the perfect opportunity for something he was planning on doing for a while now. Reaching stealthily into the small backpack laying haphazardly to the side, he pulled out a small polaroid camera he snuck in from the thrift store all three of them visited about a week ago. He's been tinkering away at it for days now, determined to make it work again, no matter how long it'll take him. And so, lifting the fragile little camera into his hands, he snapped a picture of Saeran and Natasha, quickly making them both turn their heads to the sudden shutter sound.

"Hyun? Is that a... camera?" Saeran blinked, obviously a bit confused by what just happened. Though, his older twin was far too giddy by the mere fact of it finally working as he saw a small picture starting to print out. So he did fix it!

"Yeah! The one I found back in the thrift shop, remember?" Saeyoung's grin was practically reaching his ears now as he glanced up at his closest friends, eager to see their respective reactions.

"I thought it was broken!" Natasha exclaimed, her eyes growing wide.

A rather smug look crossed over Saeyoung's freckled features as he fixed his glasses in a sophisticated manner before giving out a reply. "It was broken, but I fixed it! Look, it even prints out pictures as soon as you take them. It's called a polaroid camera. Now we have something for us to look back on in the future when we're all grown up!"

He was obviously feeling quite proud of his achievement, showing off the printed picture once it was done. It was only when all three of them looked at the image more closely did they notice a small bird perched up proudly right on the top of Natasha's head. How long was it sitting there? Either way, it made both of the twins giggle as she quickly got all embarrassed over not noticing such an odd thing before.

It was an afternoon filled with laughs and smiles.

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"Is this...?"

Natasha mumbled, carefully lifting up a worn out photo she recognized as soon as she saw it, tucked in the corner of a fairytale book. It was a bit crumbled and scratched in some places, but it was obvious that it took a lot of care and patience to keep it in such a relatively good condition.

Saeyoung's eyes widened as soon as he saw her holding the book in one hand and the photo in another. No words were needed as they stared back at one another. This was a moment from the past neither of these former childhood friends ever forgot. And, seeing it like this... was the perfect proof of him genuinely caring for Saeran, regardless of what the 'Savior' has told him.

Natasha swallowed dryly, her hands trembling as she carefully placed the book onto the nearest table. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"...You never forgot about us, isn't that right?"

[Ref. used by @ANIFORCE_PUSAN on Twitter!]