#BWUH

[rubiegubie]

qhar

[amyupup47art]

Inktobertale day 1: Warm-up

Inktobertale day 2: Pumpkin Carving

I am jamming day 1 & 2 together because I CAN!!!!

Ink!sans belongs to comyet

Error!sans belongs to loverofpiggies

[ren-054]

Procrastination maxxing (don’t worry I’m gonna start working on the thing after I post this I swear :))))))))) )

[rebouks]

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[Kian panting] Kian: Wait, what on earth are you doing?! Wyatt: Taking a short cut-.. are you scared of heights now? Kian: No, but I have a modicum of self-preservation… Wyatt: There’s a path over there. Kian: Right. Wyatt: I’ll meet you at the top. [Kian narrowed his eyes; he wasn’t keen on being shown up, especially by Wyatt-.. then again, he wasn’t keen on breaking his neck either] … Kian: What was Brynn’s maiden name? Wyatt: Why? Kian: I looked her up, but I couldn’t find anything. Wyatt: I can’t believe how dense you are sometimes. Kian: Excuse me? Wyatt: She’s not a model. Wyatt: How do you not recognise her? You sold her. [Wyatt frowned somewhat, watching Kian as the penny finally dropped] Kian: Erm, we-.. and I don’t remember them all, god. [Wyatt’s frown deepened as Kian laughed and shook his head in disbelief] Kian: Go on then, how much did you pay to make her stay? Wyatt: I don’t make her do anything, and I certainly didn’t pay her. Kian: So, she’s with you because-.. what? [Wyatt shrugged, resisting the itch to explain his and Brynn’s relationship-.. at least in some capacity] Kian: [snorts] Well.. whatever you did, I’m sure father would be proud. [Wyatt felt sick-.. sick of the sight of his brother and the mere mention of his father being proud of anything he’d done in the past. He wondered if anyone would notice Kian’s pathetic body being launched off the side of the rockface, but he probably wasn’t even worth the effort]

[ryegarden]

local very gay guy only capable of doing illustrative work when it is of his boyfriend :3

[ID: two digital drawings in bright neon pinks and blues of frankie, a transmasc with short wavy hair, and his partner alex, who is taller and wiry with long pink hair. end ID]

[thegrimreaperisanerd]

Just... pissing around on FAYDE researching some stuff and... Cool... Cool... Kim Kitsuragi being *very* afraid of newspapers, except when a certain somebody has crashed their MC into the ocean... *Very* cool...

Mind if I cry- hold on, post paused:

Huh?

[crimeronan]

it's crazy what daylight savings time does, like, psychologically. i've been doing night shift delivery for a couple weeks now, i know INTIMATELY exactly how long the night is and exactly when the sun comes up. the night tonight is functionally only 3ish minutes longer than the night last night. but it is so much colder and darker and more disorienting. nothing makes sense. my breath fogs. i can't find which way is up. i can't remember when i'm supposed to take my medications. i'm falling asleep as i type this even though i've been aslepe all weekend. etc

[mothscotch]

He is close.

[toxictoxicities]

YES YES YES

what a lovely treat during exams, what a wonderful thing to wake up to

Also I've just finished 2 of my exams, I have two tomorrow back to back then the monday my second half of maths then Chemistry in the following week. Good news: I'll be done early Bad news: less time to study DRFTYGHU

I still have barely studied any maths, I'm just focusing on Biology- at least in maths I can bring in a bound reference

[elderwisp]

finally opening this wip from AUGUST

[lifenconcepts]

”But you don’t look like..” “I don’t think you have..” “are you sure you’re..” “I don’t see the symptoms tho” “how do you know you’re..”

Are you constantly in my presence? Do you think of me on a minutely basis? Do you spend every single second of your waking life being constantly aware of who I am, what I do, how I think, what’s all the likes? Can you read my thoughts and mind? no, exactly.

I spend way more time and attention with myself than you could ever spend and that includes me being well more aware of what and who I am, meaning I can claim whatever the fuck I want despite your protests. I know all the ins and outs of my brain and have recollection of previous experiences and now, so I have the full right to speak on how I feel like I work and who I indentify as.

[uss-edsall]

[rainydrops]

bbwuh

even snapping my own fingers makes me drop a lkttle

that was an odd discovery that definitely didng make me insanely horny

[vincord]

will you still love me even if I post a 0507 fanart based on the "Ah, It's a Wonderful Cat Life" song and they're ummm umm catboys ummm

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Robin: I had an idea at dinner-.. stand there. Clementine: I’ve never been good in front of a camera… Robin: It’s just an experiment. Clementine: Oh? Robin: You’d think there’d be more proof of ghosts existing if people could take pictures of ‘em, right? Clementine: Then perhaps we already know the outcome of this experiment? [Robin hummed, staring at the screen of his camera with a mixture of resignation and disappointment] Clementine: Well? Robin: You’re not there. Clementine: You don’t sound too surprised. Robin: I s’pose I’m not-.. do you even exist, Clem? Clementine: Ohh, that’s a loaded question, isn’t it? [Robin threw himself onto the couch, letting out a sigh far too wearisome for someone his age] Robin: No one else can see or hear you, and you’re technically not tangibly here either… What if you’re just in my head? What if there’s something like, majorly wrong with me? Clementine: I think you’re just special, darlin’. Robin: Weird, you mean. [Robin flexed his fingers against his chest, wondering what on earth had made him so different from everyone else] Robin: Did I tell you I made a friend on holiday? Clementine: How lovely! Robin: I guess-.. ‘cept I couldn’t even talk to her. Clementine: Oh. Robin: I always thought it was a choice n’ stuff-.. I’m starting to think I might just be broken though, like someone didn’t put me together right, or forgot to turn off creative mode before saving my character. [Robin’s comparison to a video game went straight over Clementine’s head, but it seemed more like he was thinking aloud than expecting a reply, so she didn’t interrupt him] Robin: I bet Alex would believe me-.. I got the feeling she was different too, maybe… Clementine: What makes you think that? Robin: I don’t know, vibes-.. wishful thinking? [Robin could have gone on, but someone had finally discovered that he wasn’t in bed…] Oscar: It’s way past midnight, what’re you doing up here? [Robin shrugged despondently; talking to himself, imaginary friends, ghosts? Each excuse more insane than the last] Oscar: C’mon, we’re not on holiday anymore… … Oscar: It’s only been a few days bud-.. she’ll write soon enough. Robin: How’d you know what I was thinking? Oscar: I’m a super good guesser. [Robin would’ve liked to believe that his father possessed the same abilities as him, but he’d be much more perturbed by his son’s presence if that were the case. He closed his eyes with a morose sigh, deciding that sleep was about the best escape he could hope for]

[roger-d0dger]

RAY FROM TPN???? 🤯🤯🤯