#HEE HEE HOO HOO

[pinkautist]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

PLEASE look at and appreciate this meme i just spent the past half hour making

[noodles-and-tea]

I love your merthur art style, it captures them so beautifully!!! ❤️❤️❤️

THANK YOU!!!

[borealisinmay-blog]

Happy early birthday Barbatos!! 🥳💖🧁 I didn't mean to put him in a maid dress for his birthday but that's just how it turned out. I love that his color palette is the same as Hatsune Miku lmao

[bamsara]

tin can with a red string. how did that get there

[kanskje-kaffe]

Singed dragging Vander’s unconscious 300lb body back to his cave like

[this-too-shall-bleed]

3am the wiptching hour

[left-handed-spaghetti]

I was tired…so I drew Todd tired (I project my own feelings onto my drawing I guess)

I used a cat as the reference photo…

[majesticcorn2000]

grooving gremlins from my last video

[novasintheroom]

Kissing Simon’s fingertips, the fingerless gloves’ fiber brushing at your lips. Watching him flex his hand throughout the day, remembering the feeling.

Kissing Simon on the nose with his mask on. His good-natured chuff at the affection, rolling his eyes when you rub your nose against his after, pulling at his hoodie to really press it in.

Kissing Simon on the cheek with his mask on. Your hand turning his head slightly, him, willingly letting you, your lips chapped from the dry autumn air catching a bit on the fabric as you pull away.

Kissing Simon on the lips through the mask. Whispering, "think I love you, Si," waiting, waiting for the day when he rips it off to give you a real kiss.

It’ll come soon, if you keep this up.

[joymode00]

Was gonna write a joke about the police officer who liked anal play but it seemed too ham-fisted

[todd-anderson-trash]

uhhh the funny

[giratina-and-the-skys-bouquet]

PEELED GIRATINA IS CANON

[umbreonsrings]

Some silly sans au designs ^_^

[kiir-i]

We were discussing what these two would look like as monchhichis and this is what I came up with 🫡

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

(blood below the cut)

Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open

No shortage of sordid; no protest from me