#Gravity falls x Dead plate

[nan-03c]

Gravity falls x dead plate: Cannibal plate.

Woo oh, I'm finally finishing up Stanford's sprites, I'm tweaking there is in total of 8 sprites, next coming is Bill Cipher, is he fully human? What! Of course not, duh, I want that guy to be a triangle too, I'm just debating if it should be his sprites too or not-, future me problems I guess!

Anywho, I'm currently writing part of the script since I, but need to make a 5-minute-long video, so content? Content won't be missing fr this au… Jesus, I might need extra help, but it's all good

The last one is still in process, but it's okay, I'm finishing it soon.

With that, we would be wrapping it up! Yeyyy, I should make like a small Fiddleford drawing as Manon, but I'm giggling at how I'm gonna draw him ; i'm thinking of an outfit for him.

[bakingpotat0s]

why am i, a sapphic person, hyperfixating on toxic yaoi? am i going through a crisis? (yes, but nobody needs to know that) am i trying to ignore my own identity issues? (also yes, but shhh) is my best friend going to see this? (maybe. hi reesespieces-andotherfood (if you're seeing this i swear i'm fine =D)) am i going to continue to ignore any feelings i have to keep hyperfixating on these characters and write fanfics? (yep)

[ryminsteddiesashanne]

My current personality type can be broken into two types

The "Villain Type"

And

The "Needs Therapy Type"

Plus the "Only One I Can Be Proud Of Type"

[piningforstan]

Talking in Your Sleep

Part One | Part Two

Summary: You start to suspect that there’s more to Stan than what he tells you, at least while he’s awake. Asleep is a different story.

Pairings: Stanley Pines x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Not really any? Let me know if I missed one

A/N: All Most of my oneshots are inspired by songs I guess😂 I’m thinking there might be 2 or 3 parts to this one

Stan lied.

To everyone.

Perhaps it was delusional to think that it didn’t apply to you. You, your reasoning was, were special. At the end of the day he crawled into bed next to you and pressed his cold toes to your calf, laughing as you squirmed away. You made grocery lists together and raided the aisles for food and supplies. It was you that he whispered his fears and hopes to.

So you thought nothing when he lied to the tourists, lied to the banks, lied to the man who “dropped” his wallet (Stan had pickpocketed it and you forced him to return it). You thought nothing when the lies bled into your daily life, domestic bliss disrupted with the occasional white lie. You told yourself: everyone does it.

It didn’t mean anything.

Right?

The room in the Shack that you stumbled upon on accident one day while looking for warmer blankets. “My brother’s room,” he told you. The brother, that you knew, was dead. You let it be, didn’t ask questions. But if it was his brother’s, why did all of the books say his name? Stanford Pines. Scrawled in margins and on the wall like a hasty addition. You didn’t have time to inspect it too closely, but the handwriting looked too neat to be Stan’s — tidy and cramped, unlike the sprawling letters you had seen him print on your paychecks.

STNLYMBLE his license plate read. It wasn’t his brother’s car, he affectionately retold stories of his time in the vehicle before. Maybe it was a tribute of some kind?

A million instances that accumulated in your mind like clutter in an attic, each one a box that you labeled and tucked away for later.

The first snow had just coated itself over Gravity Falls when the sleep talking started. You were roused awake by Stan twitching and muttering, the alarm clock blinking the time at you from the nightstand.

Too early. You rolled over, trying to grasp at the last remnants of your dream. It wasn’t much longer before he was muttering again, louder this time, hands clutching at the sheets and his face scrunching in unmistakable pain.

“Portal…help…” whatever disturbed his dreams made no sense to you here in the real world. You listened quietly. “I promise, Ma…I promise.”

Segments of promises and reassurances, bits of stories that you hadn’t heard before and couldn’t parse out yourself. It didn’t concern you at first, chalking it up to stress — about the Shack during the cold winter months, or maybe whatever work he did in the basement.

And then they became more specific. Unsettling.

“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. An accident.” Sweat glistened on his forehead and wet the dark curls at his temples. The weirdest part is when he would whimper: “I’m sorry, Ford. I’m sorry. The portal…”

The portal, the portal, the portal — the one reoccurring connection to all of the sleep talking.

The dreams were worse during the holidays; Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years. It was sometime after the beginning of the new year and you were nestled into one another on the couch when you asked him, “What’s the portal?”

Stan kept his gaze on the TV but his body stiffened beneath you. “What?”

“The portal.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?”

You don’t know why, but you sensed that you’ve crossed a line, somehow, said something wrong. In an effort to lighten the mood, you injected a hint of humor in your voice, “You’ve been sleep talking lately and you keep mentioning a portal. Is it a bad dream or something?”

“Or something,” Stan coolly replied.

A beat passed between you, tension palpable. The TV flickered off. Stan untangled himself from you without a word and started up the stairs. You stumbled after him.

“Stan, what is going on?”

“Nothing,” he said, whirling on you, one hand braced on the rail. “I’m tired is all.”

You steeled yourself for an argument, aware of it approaching like a storm on the horizon. “For weeks — months — you’ve been having these awful dreams and talking about someone named Ford. And a portal.”

Sometimes you wake up in tears. Sometimes the pain in your voice is enough to make me nauseous. Sometimes you cry for forgiveness.

“S’probably nothin’.”

“Nothing? Stanford, I know something is wrong.”

You had both made it to the landing now, an old fashioned draw. Shadows thrown across his face, Stan possessed an unpredictable air, sharp and glinting like the blade of a knife in the dark. It slipped away just as quickly as the image had impressed upon you. Did you imagine it?

His features arranged into a semblance of shame, sheepish in nature. “I jus’ don’t wanna talk about it, alright? I’m sorry you had to deal with that. You ain’t gotta worry about me, doll.”

You wanted to press the matter. Wanted to know why he was being elusive and why his explanation rubbed you the wrong way.

But you didn’t.

A month or two passed. Spring lingered in the woods, melting snow and glimpses of greenery. You hadn’t mentioned the portal or the dreams again. Stan would go some nights without sleeping at all. You knew this only because you would wake up at night and roll over, expecting his warmth and finding the bed cold and empty.

“What are you doing in the basement?” You asked one day when you were feeling particularly brave. Stan was your kind-of boyfriend, after all, and you asserted to yourself that you had the right to know where he spent most of his time.

Stan, shoveling food in his mouth, shrugged and replied in a muffled tone, “Science stuff.”

He was off doing science stuff when you poked around the entirety of the Shack, searching for this alleged basement. How could there be no doors? You patrolled the perimeter of the building and spotted a cellar but it refused to budge. It unsettled you that couldn’t find an entry to the basement and hadn’t thought to even look before now.

“You wouldn’t want to see it, it’s boring,” he would tell you and you would believe him, his large hands roaming over your skin. “I can think of much more fun things to do up ‘ere.”

It worried at the back of your mind constantly, this idea that you were just another victim in Stan’s lies. Were you being dramatic?

The answer came to you in the dark of the night, moonlight spilling over the floor in silvery bars. Stan woke you as he staggered out of bed, muttering and bumping into the dresser that now hosted a mixture of your clothing. You sat up.

“Stan, honey? Where are you going?”

He never ceased his muttering to answer, persisting down the stairs in his sluggish manner. You grabbed a robe and threw it over yourself, following after him. After several more attempts to get his attention, you came to the conclusion that his sleep talking had now progressed into sleep walking. You knew you should’ve woken him but you curiously trailed behind, through the living room, the kitchen, and into the gift shop.

A blue glow from the vending machine washed over Stan as he ambled towards it, thick fingers pushing the buttons. Was he just hungry, sleepily venturing for a midnight snack? You wouldn’t put it past him. You reached out a hand, ready to rouse him from his trance, when a strange whirring emitted from the vending machine.

Shock rooted you in place as the machine didn’t release any food but rather swung open miraculously on its hinges, disclosing a corridor instead. Stan never even hesitated as he just continued on, broad shoulders and bedhead disappearing around the corner.

Rendered motionless for several moments, you finally decided to go after him. Where was he going? He could hurt himself.

You shuffled into the corridor. An uneasy feeling descended upon you like the legs of a spider, brushing against every inch of your skin. The chill cutting through your robe told you that you were being led further under ground, finally emptying into an enormous room.

And it wasn’t even the size of the room that surprised you, but rather the gigantic metal contraption crouched to one side. From what you could tell it wasn’t working. A huge, darkened eye stared at you from the middle of the rafters.

A window?

A portal.

Stan had ceased his dreamlike ambling to stand before this machine, gazing up at it like it might offer him some kind of absolution.

Your voice, small and afraid: “Stan?”

The trance broke, a taut rubber-band snapped in the way that his shoulders rounded and he glanced around in confusion. You could only imagine the look on your face as he turned to you.

Your name left his mouth, panicked. “What are you doing here?”

“Stan, what is that? Where are we?” Hysteria gripped you. “What’s going on?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Stan replied.

“Did you…did you make this? What is this?”

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s go upstairs. I can explain all this. A’right?���

“No, Stan, I’m tired of all of the lies and the sneaking around. I’m staying here. And you’re going to tell me what’s going on.”

A defeated expression crossed his face. He went over to a panel of controls and leaned against it, hip and elbow. “Ya know I would never hurt ya on purpose, doll. I-I care about you.”

You wanted to soften. But you held yourself strong, heart fracturing. “Stan?”

“I guess I don’t know where to start.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, then slowly began to unravel the story that you had pieced together over the time. Except, this time, details were changed— the truth, you realized, not the altered version he had given you.

Everything you thought you knew about this man, this man that you loved, disappeared and took on a new form. The childhood in New Jersey accompanied by a twin brother. His years as a drifter a result of his father kicking him out, not a pursuit of freedom and independence. Even the Mystery Shack, his name, wasn’t his.

Stanley Pines, he said.

Stanley. Not Stanford.

And his brother wasn’t dead but lost in time, and he was trying valiantly to find him again.

“All of this, all of the lies…are for him. It’s my fault that he’s gone and I need to fix my mistake.” Stan’s voice had taken on a strained edge, on the verge of tears. “I’ve made so many but this one…this one I’m close to fixing.”

“You come down here to work on a…portal,” you said, not sure what else to say.

“It’s the only way.” Stan took a step towards you, then thought better of it. “I-I didn’t wanna lie. But I had no idea how much you would mean to me. It was one lie an’ then another and I couldn’t take any of ‘em back. Not without you lookin’ at me like how you are now.”

“I trusted you,” you breathed.

“I’m still me.” He flinched. “Well, kinda. Besides the name and everything. That hasn’t changed. The way I feel about you hasn’t changed.”

“What do you mean? Everything has changed,” you snapped, “Everything I know about you is a lie! I don’t even know what to think right now.” You shook your head as if to dislodge the torrent of thoughts. “You led me to believe that you were someone else. That your brother — who is actually you? — died. I grieved him with you, Stan. And you just lied to me again and again like it was nothing. How do I know I can trust you?”

“I’m tellin’ you, I didn’t want —”

“To lie? But lying is what you do best. It’s all clear to me now. I-I can’t do this. I need air.”

Your feet carried you without permission, away from the strange basement and the portal and Stan. Stanley. Not Stanford. You heard his heavy footsteps as he chased after you, one hand on your shoulder and spinning you to face him.

“Don’t go. Please. I can make this right.”

“No, you can’t.” You fought back tears as you looked at him, so heartbreakingly handsome and wounded and earnest. “I can’t be with someone who I don’t even know. Everything about us has been built on lies.”

He didn’t try and stop you as you stepped out of his grip and back into the gift shop, nor did he follow you. You shoved out onto the porch and into the greying, mushy snow, gathered in piles in the corners of the forest. You didn’t know where you were going, but you couldn’t be here.

[vixnovacoda]

How The Pine Trees Fall || Chapter 1

Ford Pines x OC (Post-finale)

Word count: 1.6k

[AO3 version here]

Transcript of recorded statement 10.1: > A forest should be a haven. But, here in Gravity Falls, Oregon, there’s a spot where all is dead and your paranoia licks at your neck. Through the typical person’s eye, it would be believable to assume nothing inhabits this strange corner in what is already a strange town…

This was it. The sun was setting, and this was it.

    Lorelai was sure of it.

    This was the sort of instinct her peers would chastise her for. ‘Science isn’t founded by the reflux in your gut,’ they would probably say. But, she had never been wrong before and why would today be any different? She’d prove them all wrong. Lorelai held the tape recorder steady, the whirring of tape mixing with the forest’s empty silence echoing like an orchestral backing track for her recording.

> But I believe this place may be the key to discovering entities beyond our comprehension.

So far the forest was nothing but tree after tree for a thousand paces. A thousand. Paces. A thousand since leaving her old sailor of a car. A thousand under the beating sun. A thousand since she hit record. But, it was only ten when the hairs on her body stood on edge and the notches in the trees looked more and more like eyeballs that followed her every move. A part of the Gravity Falls forest that defied all understanding. It was the way the ginormous trees stood as still as sticks in the lofty breeze, the chill that hit her like a ton of bricks the instant she stepped foot in this quadrant, and how silence permeated all things that even the leaves being crushed beneath Lorelai’s boots were quieter than a breath. If you dropped a pin here the whole thing might just collapse.

    “BOOP!” Out of nowhere, a high-pitched voice reverberated within the area, sending Lorelai jumping out of her skin. Heart pounding and half expecting something to happen, she whipped her head around in all directions before landing her sights across the way from her and on a young girl that could have been no older than eleven or twelve with a sweater so colourful that it made the forest look like a graveyard – which was a less unlikely theory by the minute. 

    “Hello tree that looks like a face!” joyfully exclaimed the girl, waving to a tree… that actually kind of did look like a face. Lorelai wished she had seen stranger sights than a child hopping and skipping and greeting every little thing unphased in a place that made her skin crawl, but it was quickly becoming one of her top moments.

    “Mabel, come on, we’re supposed to be taking this seriously,” groaned a boy that walked out from the clearing who looked almost identical to the girl, right down to the mousy brown hair that he covered with a cap. Fraternal twins, probably. Siblings, definitely.

    “But, Dipper, I am being serious,” debated the girl, Mabel, putting her hands on her hips in a mocking manner.

    Dipper sighed.

    Mabel giggled.

    “Let’s just focus, please.”

    “Aye, aye, captain!—” suddenly the young girl yelped, stopping short from a fall into a hole whose size Lorelai couldn’t predict, but it must have been big for Mabel’s eyes to turn into dinner plates. “Whoa, that was close.”

    Dipper closed the book in his hand. “This is what I’m talking about. If you had fallen in that hole, how am I supposed to explain that?”

    “We got ambushed by a bunch of gnomes?”

    A groan, deep and depleted. He mumbled something under his breath and went back to moving on ahead, a string of red yarn following behind them as it was attached to the pair of them.

    Lorelai tilted her head quizzically as she watched on. She noted how they were both unfazed by all that was around them, how the girl waved and greeted everything they walked past, and how no one else seemed to be nearby. They were in the middle of nowhere. The town of Gravity Falls was miles off and Lorelai should’ve been more concerned, but she shrugged it off. Their parents were probably not that far off, and there were other matters that warranted getting back to, like her work. 

    “What’s the worst that could happen?” she told herself.

    Now that she thought about it, a lot actually.

    “Maybe…” No. No. This, her magnum opus, came first.

> Note to future self, cut the last five minutes.

Now it was her turn to sigh. This was going to be hell to edit and transcribe later. Continuing on her straight path and adjusting her glasses, she kept her head down, fussing with the oversized fit of her brown corduroy jacket against the sudden oncoming breeze that seemed to chastise her decision. But she wasn’t so easily swayed by weather (the snow storm in the Alps learnt that the hard way).

    Superstitions and omens, on the other hand. She’d rather play with caution.

> Gravity Falls is the epicentre of all things unbelievable, strange and mysterious. Many things lurk here, hiding in the shadows or in the plain light of day like a gust that pushes you around with the strength of a human being. The question you have to ask yourself is how many are there, what are they, and, most importantly, what are their intentions?

So a compromise – she had to walk past them anyway – she’d keep an eye on them until they were out of sight. Lorelai could do that. They’ll be safe and out of mind, her worries will be gone, and she can finish what she came to do. She just had to keep walking and minding her own business.

    Just keep walking.

    Stepping out into eyesight, Lorelai carefully stepped over the laxened bit of yarn and gave a curt, passing by wave with a small smile fixed onto her face. The shine of the sun almost blinding her from where she stood at the other end of the clearing.

> Good?

Mabel was the first to wave back. In fact, she was the only one to reciprocate Lorelai’s attempt at friendliness. Dipper just squinted. Quick to pull on his – possible – sister’s arm.

> Bad?

Cellophane wings crunched and snapped. Lorelai lifted her foot. The remnants of a little critter broken beyond repair; a dead butterfly. She winced at the possible effect this small action might have on her possible future timeline, but quickly forgoed any ideas as a splitting sensation rendered her head in agony, stopping her in her tracks.

> Or are they unbound to the strings of our morality?

A tugging from her gut. Something tugged and tugged at her, pulling to explore further, venture deeper and leave it all behind. To forget. Until another pull whipped at her head, the sensation tearing her in half like some rag doll, the stitches unbecoming. What sight befell her eyes was clearer than the midday sun. Inches from Mabel’s feet laid a tarp, camouflaged to blend in against the grass. Undiscerning to those who didn’t look. Mabel didn’t, she just grinned, braces and all; carefree; careless. But, Lorelai, she looked. It was another hole, roughly the same size as the other by a tree nearby. She didn’t know what to do. 

    Her heart pounded.

    Then came the running, feet rushing without care, almost slipping on every step of dirt. A dive and a shove. A blur. Dirt. Darkness. 

    THUD.

    Then pain. Her body jerked out of instinct, which only hurt more. Adrenaline was all but forgotten, it seemed, with each subtle movement or angle of her foot sending her seething behind gritted teeth. Taking the moment to recollect her surroundings, Lorelai knew that the hole wasn’t truly all that deep for someone her height, but given her new injury, getting out alone was going to be impossible.

    She sighed. Laying back and dirtying up her blonde bob as a new pain spread like a searing white-hot burn. God, she was getting too old for this. searing turned boiling, which turned to a steam that blurred her vision as it flashed in and out. Too much to almost even bare. All she could make out was the distant sounds of shouting that echoed out and about.

    The faint smell of cigars lifted from her jacket, wafting up her senses. She remembered where it came from; the memory slowly overlapped with the present. They’re sitting outside. It’s dark out. A diner stood behind the man who joined her, the yellow lights leaving from the interior against the windows framing him as something he was not. She cannot make out his face – the pain is too much – but she knows. She knows him. “Don’t be a hero, Lore, ” said he after taking a drag on his cheap cigar. A habit of his that led to his gruff tone deepening worse with age.

    She probably should have listened. Took his advice for once. But, then again, what sort of idiot digs a big hole in the middle of the woods? She thought. Because who would do that?

    “Oh my,” interrupted a new voice. This time, real, and right above her. Almost… familiar and without the grit.

    Lorelai blinked and used the remainder of her strength to keep her eyes open as the shadow of a man leant over the edge of the hole. The details weren’t clear, however, she could just make out the defined jaw, greying hair and glasses that belonged to the man. 

    “Stan?” the disbelieved whisper came out forced from her mouth. It was all she could do before the weightlessness kicked in and all was returned to darkness.

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In her subconscious, the memory continued. It was her turn to speak and unpleasant and bitter she spoke. “Well, maybe you and I have a different way of seeing the world.” The end played itself over and over again before descending into the madness of a broken whirring of a tape stuck on repeat.

>Statement abruptly halts. Transcript over.

[inky-rambles]

my blog intro :3

about me (I edit this regularly so it’s accurate 💞)↴

I'm inky

orrr

I don't mind :)

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about mee ↴

music addict

scared of talking to ppl on here coz I always think I'm bothering them :')

big etymology nerd plus very much a "erm that's not how that word should be used/that's spelt wrong" person

loves sapphic romance novels

artist (I rarely post my art on here tho)

I fucking love blinkies as u can tell

my fandoms!! (my ships are here !)

main fandoms↴

gravity falls

omori

inside job

sanrio

sELF (💕)

mitski

mouthwashing

charborg

and again, gravity falls bcz I wont stfu about it rn

other fandoms I'm in but aren't one of my current obsessions↴

tbhk

chainsaw man

slime rancher

osemanverse

sally face

fnaf

faith the unholy trinity

dead plate

birthdays of the beginning

I love my mutals so plz moot me <333

DNI LIST ↴

basic dni

proshippers (STANCEST SHIPPERS GET OUTTTT I HATE YOU GUYS)

ALSO ANNOYING ASS BITCHES WHO CALL LITERALLY EVERYTHING A PROSHIP AND SAY "ohh if u ship *insert ship with INTERESTING AND FUN dynamic that isn't super healthy* is a proship and ur disgusting if u ship it" like sorry I don't want to ship "two sweet baby perfect cute cinnamon roll characters who are perfect for eachother and love eachother so much uwu" like let me enjoy toxic billford >:(

chronicly online people/hj

curly x jimmy shippers/hj

socials ↴

I love writing and post on ao3 when I'm not reading on there, my account is @ inkyizcool if you want to check me out, and im also on tiktok @ ink._sta1n

ANYWAYS INKY OUT <33

[firephoenix2020]

Me: I'm not going to interact with the Married in red fandom, I'm not going to interact with the Married in red fandom.

Me: I've already been hooked onto Dead Plate & Cold Front I'm not going for another one. I need to control this horror game obsession i have going on.

Also me: *Likes one Bok-su x Manon art piece*

Married In Red Fanon: Explodes all over my For You Page.

Me: at least the stupid gravity falls shit is gone

Me: . . .

Me: fuck it I'll watch Manly's youtube video about it.

[bruh I never even liked any gravity falls shit why was it all over my for you page??]

[ghostermctoaster]

Ciao!

So, uh, welcome to my blog! There’s honestly not much going on here. I draw and write and I get lucky if even get ten notes on my posts because I really only post my ocs :’)

ANYWAY.

If you see two (maybe more??) goofy goobers tromping around in here, the little gay Greek/Italian dude with silver hair is Alex and the bisexual Colombian blond is Alystyr.

These are my two original ocs that I’ve grown and developed since I was REALLY young. Like- these bitches old as FUCK.

*ahem*

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ABOUT ME:

I’m gender-fluid, asexual, and demiromantic! Any pronouns go (she/he/they)

Boys 🫶🫶

I’m Italian/Irish (I’m a fucking redhead BURN ME *SOBBING*)

I’m the oldest of 4 children, I’m super grungy, but like also kinda chill??? 😭

ADHD/autistic

I love all of Rick Riordan’s books, the PJO show was so well made, PRAISE LEAH SHE’S AN AMAZING GIRLBOSS

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I’ve read all of the following: The Hunger Games, Diverent, I’ll Give You the Sun, Wings of Fire, Harry Potter (didn’t like that one-), The Chronicles of Narnia, Vampire Academy, Twilight, Crave, ALL Riordan books doing with mythology (PJO, HOO, TOA, KC, and MCATGOA)

My favorite shows: Voltron: Legendary Defender, Gravity Falls, The Owl House, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Dragon Prince, Stranger Things, Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Wanda-Vision, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Heartstopper, a lot more but I’m tired and can’t remember

MOVIES!: Cruella, Do Revenge, Luca, ALL MARVEL (well- no. Not all of it, but most), The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2023), Mean Girls, The Greatest Showman, there’s more, but again, I tired

Video games: Hades, Hades II, Minecraft, FNAF (all games), Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey, Mario Brother’s franchise (because I have a little sister who forces me to play-), Dead Plate, Married in Red, anddd…that might be it

Bands/Artists I like/love: My Chemical Romance, OneRepublic, Shawn Mendes, 5 Seconds of Summer, Olivia Rodrigo, Sia, Lauv, Imagine Dragons (FUCKING SUE ME), Halestorm, Lady Gaga, Maroon 5, Lil Nas X, twenty one pilots, Cavetown, Coldplay, AJR, P!nk, Vance Joy, Halsey, Melanie Martinez, Mad Tsai, Paramore, Jake Webber, Magnolia Park, Jelly Roll, Benson Boone, Chappell Roan, and more!

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Uhhh…hmm..well, I really like Monster, my favorite is Mango Loco. I consider myself to be friendly, I’ll talk to anyone so long as you respect me and boundaries and whatnot. I’m an ambivert so if I seem like I’m being shy, I just think you’re really cool and I don’t wanna fuck up making a potential new friend. If I talk to you like we’re already friends instantly, go get checked for autism /JJJJ

Anyway! All likes and reposts are so, SO appreciated and I cherish them all. Thanks for getting to know me! Feel free to DM or crash in the ask box.

PEACE AND CHICKEN GREASE 😘

[nan-03c]

Woooh, finished the first 4 sprites guys, how are we feeling h????

Dont we love silly little guy?

Forget that I didnt put watermark, but whateves.

Anyways, 4-6 more to go, idk, i didnt do the math.

Why is he so fancy? Uh.. because he works at a fancy restaurant/bar! Of course.. his tie is messy. We know he would be messy, have you seen him in his 20s? Right.

Thought so.

Anyways, the extra details like the shapes in his uniform, they were meant to be triangles but for some reason I just.. they didnt come out like that- yeah uhm.. oh man im so smarttt !!

Enough, yappin. gotta get back to work

[thislucagirl]

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• character(s)

• gender and detail of the Y/N.

• the genre (angst, fluff, yandere etc.)

• the style (headcanon, oneshot, scenario etc.)

• lastly, if you have a plot on mind include that too :)

Have a great day.

Signing off... 2.03.2024 23:56

[tavs-kin-korner]

rEQUESTS ARE: cLOSED (cOME BACK SOON!)

iNBOX: 11

hI THERE, tHIS IS A KIN HELP BLOG RUN BY tAVROS! tHIS IS A SAFE PLACE FOR FICTIONKINS, oTHERKINS, iRLS, fICTIVES, tHERIANS, oTHERHEARTED, cOPINGLINKS, AND MANY MORE!! (sEE DNI AT END OF POST,)

i WANT THIS TO BE A SAFE PLACE FOR MANY, sO i HAVE VERY FEW LIMITS ON SOURCES! aLTHOUGH, i HAVE RECENTLY CREATED A BLACKLIST WHICH CAN BE SEEN BELOW, i DO HAVE THE RIGHT TO DECLINE A REQUEST IF I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT! i MAY NOT KNOW A SOURCE VERY WELL, sO IF YOUR SOURCE IS NOT ON MY SOURCE LIST, pLEASE BE MORE SPECIFIC!

i AM OK WITH MAKING STIMBOARDS ETC, wITH THEMES OF BL00D/G0R3/W3AP0NRY/HORROR! tHEY WILL BE POSTED BELOW THE CUT AND HAVE WARNINGS, sO OTHERS WHO MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THOSE THEMES CAN BE SAFE, }:)

wHAT i DO HERE!

-sTIMBOARDS

-mOODBOARDS

-fASHION KITS

-cARE KITS

-pRIDE ICONS

-dOODLES/SKETCHES (fULL WORKS ARE COMMISSIONS ONLY,,, sORRY!)

-nAME/PRONOUN SUGGESTIONS

-kINFESSIONS (pLEASE SPECIFY IF IT IS A CONFESSION! tALK ABOUT YOUR EXPERIENCES, eTC,)

-kIN CALLS (pLEASE SPECIFY IF IT IS A KIN CALL! tELL US THE SOURCE, aGE RANGE, oR ANY SPECIFIC PEOPLE YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!)

-kIN LETTERS (pLEASE SPECIFY IF IT IS A LETTER! mAKE SURE TO ADDRESS THE RECIPIENT AND SIGN OFF! mAYBE EVEN SPECIFY THE SOURCE SO i CAN TAG PROPERLY!)

-kIN ADVICE (pLEASE SPECIFY IF YOU ARE VENTING/LOOKING FOR ADVICE! fEEL FREE TO VENT IN THE ASKS/ASK QUESTIONS, i'LL TRY MY BEST TO HELP! }:D)

-sURPRISE ME (i'LL PICK ANY OFF THE LIST AND MAKE A NICE SURPRISE FOR YOU!)

-pOKEMON TEAM

-aESTHETIC ICONS (pROVIDES 3, PROVIDE AN AESTHETIC FOR ME TO BASE IT OFF OF, oR YOU CAN ASK ME TO PICK FOR YOU!)

-pLAYLIST (pROVIDES 5 SONGS, iF YOUR SOURCE IS NOT ON THE FOLLOWING LIST, pLEASE PROVIDE EXTRA INFORMATION ABOUT YOU AND YOUR SOURCE!)

-rECIPE KIT (6 RECIPES, pLEASE INCLUDE SPECIFICATIONS ON FOODS TO INCLUDE/AVOID!)

-hOME DECOR KIT

-vIDEO PLAYLIST (pROVIDES 5 VIDEOS, pLEASE SPECIFY WHAT TYPES OF VIDEOS (ASMR, aNIMATIONS, eTC,) yOU'D LIKE ME TO INCLUDE/AVOID!)

-tITLES (5 TITLES)

-wALLPAPER (540 X 960, fIT FOR A PHONE BACKGROUND) (1 WALLPAPER, pLEASE SPECIFY **SPECIFIC** DIMENSIONS IF YOU PLAN TO USE IT FOR A DIFFERENT DEVICE, iNCLUDE SPECIFIC AESTHETICS/OTHER CHARACTERS IF YOU'D LIKE THEM, iF NOT i WILL DO WHAT i THINK FITS BEST,)

sOURCES i KNOW BEST!

hOMESTUCK, yOUR fAVORITE mARTIAN, oMORI, pOKEMON, sPLATOON/sPLATOON MANGA, mY lITTLE pONY, tHE lEGEND oF zELDA, mARIO, cHAINSAW mAN, gORILLAZ, sPARKLECARE hOSPITAL, aNIMAL cROSSING, kIRBY, eNA, hELLUVA bOSS, bLUEY, gRAVITY fALLS, hOLLOW kNIGHT, fIVE nIGHTS aT fREDDY'S, bENDY AND THE iNK mACHINE, cUPHEAD, sPOOKY mONTH, fRIDAY nIGHT fUNKIN', sTRANGER tHINGS, bLACK bUTLER, sONIC tHE hEDGEHOG, lITTLEST PET SHOP, dEMON sLAYER, sUICIDE bOY, dOLL eYE, lINK cLICK, rICK AND mORTY, mY hERO aCADEMIA, tOTAL dRAMA, cHIKN nUGGIT, mADNESS cOMBAT, jUJUTSU kAISEN, aCE aTTORNEY, tHE aMAZING dIGITAL cIRCUS, tANKMEN, hIVESWAP, sALLY fACE, mETALOCALYPSE, oK kO, rEGRETEVATOR, dEAD pLATE, nEEDY sTREAMER oVERLOAD, pICO'S sCHOOL, pRESSURE,

bLACKLIST:

dSMP (i KNOW i USED TO DO THIS DESPITE NEVER BEING INTO IT OR KNOWING ANYTHING ABOUT IT, bUT i DO NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE ANYMORE WITH THE RECENT EVENTS, i AM NO LONGER DOING IT AS A WHOLE BECAUSE i DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH INFORMATION ON THE OTHER MEMBERS), tHE mAGIC sCHOOL bUS (pERSONAL REASONS), aLFRED'S pLAYHOUSE, fACTKIN (FACTIVES ARE FINE) AND ENDOGENIC SYSTEMS,

aNON LIST!: 🧡

sTUFF ABOUT ME! }:D

i AM FICTIONKIN/ID OF tAVROS nITRAM (hOMESTUCK), aND i HAVE MANY OTHERS, aS WELL AS IRLS AND COPINGLINKS! i AM A RED FOX THERIAN AND DEMONKIN! i AM BISEXUAL AND TRANS! i USE HE/BULL/TAUR/TROLL (AND MANY MORE) PRONOUNS!

dNI: bASIC DNI (hOMOPHOBIA, tRANSPHOBIA, rACISM, aBLEISM, fACISM, pEDOS/mAPS, zOOS, eTC,), aNTI-kIN, aNTI-tHERIAN, aNTI-fURRY, aNTI-xENOGENDER/nEOGENDER, aNTI-mCYT, aNTI-hOMESTUCK, aNTI-aGE REGRESSION/NSFW aGE REGRESSION, fACTKIN, eNDOS, pROSHIP, kINK BLOGS, xENOSATANISM, (mAY ADD MORE IN THE FUTURE,)

tHANKS FOR READING! lOOKING FORWARD TO REQUESTS! };)

jOIN THE SERVER, iF YOU'D LIKE!

[neversam]

╰☆☆ .... I NEED SOMETHING BIGGER THAN THE SKY ☆☆╮

------ *•.¸♡ INTRODUCTION TO NEVERSAM ♡¸.•* -----

BASIC INFO

This Account is Mei Shijima themed! She is a manga only character currently in Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun! < Any Pronouns < 14 | Minor < Genderfluid < Aroace Spec / Oriented Aroace < Omniromantic < Ageosexual < INTP < Indian < American < Leo | August 2nd < Likes: Dance, Flowers, Writing, Reading < Dislikes: Loud Noises, Crowds, Anything unsettling/Creepy

« HOLD IT IN MY ARMS AND KNOW IT'S MINE »

FANDOMS

TBHK (Also read the Manga), ALNST, BSD, BLLK, HXH, MHA, ORV, The Hunger Games, FNAF, Death Note, KNY/Demon Slayer, Mob Psycho 100, TDLOSK, TPN, OHSHC, Epic: The Musical, Dead Plate, Cold Front, Elevator Hitch, Married in Red, JJK, MLB, Haikyu!!, Hazbin Hotel, AOT, Gravity Falls, Bungo to Alchemist, Brawl Stars, Yuri on Ice, Ramshackle, TADC, Roblox, Minecraft, Quotev, ATLA, Erased, Spy x Family, Daddy Buddies, Steven Universe, MLP, Mouthwashing, Voltron, Million Dollar Boys (otome game), DDLC, A Silent Voice, Kaguya-sama: Love Is War, Heathers The Musical, Hamilton The Musical, Gacha Club/Gacha Life/Gacha Life 2

(And Many More! These are the only ones I remember currently... )

« JUST HOW MANY STARS WILL I NEED TO HANG AROUND ME »

SAM'S MAP

╰┈➤ RULES ╰┈➤ SOCIALS ╰┈➤ MUTUALS ╰┈➤ TAGGING SYSTEM

« TO FINALLY CALL IT HEAVEN? »

[theghostoficarus]

HEYO I'M DOING DRAWING REQS!!!

I can do all kinds of stuff, pannel re-draws or mini-comics, I've been hella bored so PLEASE give me something to draw

Fandoms I'm in

Comic Aurora Lego Mokey Kid Murder Drones Clan Gen Phantom Flames Epic The Musical Dead Plate Stardew Valley Gravity Falls Little Prince Scott Pilgrim Space Boy Friday Night Funkin

Art and Rules under the cut if you're interested

I have the right to refuse ANY drawing request and I won't always be able to get to all of them. Sorry :]

I will NOT draw

NSFW PROSHIPS mechas (they're hard to draw sobs) Realism ^

I WILL draw

Oc x Cannon Cannon x Cannon Romantic scenes Furries (I kinda suck ngl) Legit anything else

[kirbeesoap]

hii!! i’ll mostly reblog stuff abt my interests and occasionally post my art, thoughts, etc. :3

my interests include: cowboy bebop, gun x sword, madoka magica, gravity falls, inside job, the promised neverland, pressure, dead plate, chet baker, the ocean and a couple of others!!

my favorite character is spike spiegel!!! i’ll often post about him! my other favs are van (gxs), kirby, wolfwood, madoka kaname, rody lamoree, sonju & ray (tpn), and stanley pines!

feel free to interact if u like any of these! :3

[italy1stan]

⟲ ◯︎ ￮︎ ﾟ︎⤺ ↶.. Introduction! ..↷ ⤻ ﾟ︎￮︎ ◯︎ ⟳

◠ ⤥ ﾟ︎*name* … You can call me Italy1stan or Ren!

⚪︎◦︎⤤ *pronouns* … She/Her

ﾟ︎ ◠ ⤥ ﾟ︎ *age* … I'm 18 y.o!

ﾟ︎ ◠ ⤥ ﾟ︎ *nationality* … I'm from Portugal!

ﾟ︎⚪︎◦︎⤤ *languages* … I can speak English, Portuguese, some Spanish, and I'm learning Italian

ﾟ︎⚪︎◦︎⤤ *MBTI and enneagram* … INTP 9w1

◌ ⟲ ◯︎ ￮︎ ﾟ︎⚳ ⧂ ︎⚪︎.⟳ ｡︎ ◡ ◯︎

ﾟ︎￮︎↶.. boundaries ..↷￮ ﾟ︎

ﾟ︎ ◠ ⤥ ﾟ︎ Everyone is welcome!

Just know that I won't follow (or on rare occasions interact) with proshippers (usuk and spamano included) and toxic people. That doesn't mean you're not allowed to be here, but just know that I'm not very comfortable with those ships. Let's all have fun and relax a bit together!

◌ ⟲ ◯︎ ￮︎ ﾟ︎⚳ ⧂ ︎⚪︎.⟳ ｡︎ ◡ ◯︎

ﾟ︎￮︎↶.. likes, favs ..↷￮ ﾟ︎

ﾟ︎ ◠ ⤥ ﾟ︎ *anime/shows/games I like* ... Hetalia (obviously), Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Undertale, Dead Plate, Gravity Falls, Yuri on Ice, Kakegurui, Spy x Family, Digital Circus, Splatoon, Tetris, and many more!

ﾟ︎⚪︎◦︎⤤ *fav characters* … Italy Veneziano, England, Hong Kong, China, Portugal, Spain, Prussia, Italy Romano, Germany/HRE, Luxembourg

ﾟ︎ ◠ ⤥ ﾟ︎ *ships I like* ... GerIta, FrUk, Prumano, Rusame, HongIce, AusHun, EngPort, Kimchibowl, Itapan, Ameripan, PruIta, PruHun, LietPol, etc...

ﾟ︎⚪︎◦︎⤤ *fav season* … Hetalia the Beautiful World!

ﾟ︎ ◠ ⤥ ﾟ︎ *fav musical* ... Hetamyu the World is Wonderful!

ﾟ︎⚪︎◦︎⤤ *likes* … History, traveling, Europe, Italy, Portugal, learning cultures, learning languages, pastéis de nata, being home, staying up late, singing, writing, learning how to cook/bake

(Hetalia related stuff: FACE family, Bon San Valentino Episode/Chapter, that fruk marriage song, seeing fanart, interacting and helping other fans, Italy Veneziano my beloved)

Welcome to my page and thanks for getting to know me!! <3

[lunarleonardo]

same anon from before with the fandom question (sorry it was confusing) but I’d love to have the list you mentioned in the tags :)

Of course! It's quite a lengthy list, so I put it under the cut (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Here is every media I'm interested in or have played/watched and enjoyed. The ones indulge in the most will be colored blue :) and past hyperfixations will be purple !

Amanda the Adventurer

Bendy and the Ink Machine (i got frustrated on the game cus it kept bugging out and never finished it...lol)

Beastars (only watched season 1 a few years ago :"3)

BNA: Brand New Animal

Bugbo

Bungou Stray Dogs

Camp Camp

Catghost

Charlie the Unicorn

Class of '09

Cold Front

Cookie Run (i'm primarily a kingdom player)

Corpse Party

Cuphead (LOVE that game!! Stuck on King Dice!!!)

Danganronpa (all 5 games, but I am into some fangans as well, such as DRDT and SDRA2)

Dead End: Parnormal Park

Dead Plate

Deltarune

Demon Slayer (my brother made me watch it. Was confused 100% of the time but I liked the girl with the ribbon sword)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Ducktales (2018)

Elevator Hitch

Endzone

Fire Force (only the anime sadly)

Five Nights at Freddy's (security breach i will End you)

Foxina's Quest for Sparkling Love!! (No i won't explain)

Friday Night Funkin'

Gravity Falls

Hollow Knight

How to Train Your Dragon (kind of. I only watched the first two movies and some of umm race to the edge i think it was)

Invader Zim (never finished the show but the humor kills me)

Kill Bill

Lego: Monkie Kid

Little Misfortune

Little Nightmares (LOVE those games!! They got me into horror)

Llamas with Hats

Mad Father

Marble Hornets

Mine Nights at Freddy's (it's a minecraft roleplay series on yt, it's very good!!)

Mothered (the game . Lord that game.)

Murder Drones

My Hero Academia

My Little Pony

Nanbaka

Night in the Woods

OMORI

Oneshot (niko i miss y ou)

Pokémon

Popee the Performer

Rick and Morty (i guess?)

Riddle School

Sonic

South Park

Spiderverse (i'm not a big fan of the marvel/dc universes, but gwen stacy i love you)

Spooky Month

Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion

Spy X Family

Star vs. The Forces of Evil

Steven Universe (my first ever media hyperfix!)

Tattletail

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The Amazing Digital Circus

The Amazing World of Gumball

The Disasteous Life of Saiki K

The Henry Stickmin Collection

The Mandela Catalogue

The Smile Tapes

The Owl House

The Walten Files

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

TribeTwelve

Twelve

Undertale

Vita Carnis

Warriors

Wings of Fire

Your Turn To Die - Death Game by Majority