#Heheeh

[pinkwindowwithin]

GET ON TUMBLR I WANT TO GIVE YOU A BOOP

But what if Var got booped too… AND HEWWO!!!!

[foolsocracy]

don't look back

[bad-sanses-smp]

actually yknow what the blog can have this Dust doodle too

[scrumptiousstuffs]

What are our brothers up to? 😅😂

Q20 - The Heart Killers

23/09/2024

Source: Khaotung’s IG

[tynezzz]

my silly doodles with chaipunk <3

[cantdanceflynn]

Absolutely SHIT image quality bc the files themselves look v silly but. Finished(and ordered) skin for my 3ds! Tbh I wanted most of it to be blank space for stickers and squishies so it feels kinda underwhelming but look I'm rly proud of the lava lamp effect and it'll be cute

[lyricalmortis]

Dave lee

His death in a friendly way

[lazywriters-blog]

WANDERING ATONE

YANDERE SCARAMOUCHE

'There's a story about a wanderer travelling the islands of inazuma and how during that time, a daughter from a respected family vanished.'

He was a boy who roamed without a destination to reach, all by oneself he would pick a sunsettia and all by himself he would eat, left behind and unbelonging to any soul on the small ghost island, people knew each other's names and festivity were stories and rural tales of strange activity.

One bright day, he met a girl by the quiescent river sinking her fingers in the cold water, she was waiting for her friend but who came was not someone she knew.

They both, although strangers from another land, conversed and desperation for companionship lead to them seeking each other out, some on dull days, some on warm days, and some on rainy days where one couldn't see their shadows with eyes open.

Their friendship was an odd one. He was dependent on her presence, she was a loving figure who showed affection and pleasant smiles to whoever knew her. Without asking for anything in return, she would meet the boy gleefully and talk and share whatever she had on hand.

People began questioning her untimely disappearance, how they could at times discover her talking to the trees and no one had managed to see who was behind them, they knew they had heard a voice, a voice of a boy. When people did not have anything to do, speculating rumours and enjoying themselves with a stranger's stories was what they did.

Eventually, the girl stopped seeing the wanderer somehow hopeful she wouldn't give off a bad impression. Luckily for her, he knew where she resided and at dawn, he would knock on her window and give a rare smile.

They both bonded once more.

However, people never kept to their business.

One fine morning, the boy was caught by her father though he narrowly escaped, they say the confrontation was bad enough to even wake up the neighbours.

For a few days, it was quiet.

And the incident was swept under the rug, and life returned back to normal, at least for the villagers, for them it was a time of unease, having someone circle their town and bring out issues best hidden.

Yet, the girl went missing.

Disappearances were few and far in between, and though they did attempt to find her, it was ineffective. Within no time, it became a tale to scare children from forbidden places.

Then, a year later, the villagers slowly started to die, sliming down their populations to alarming numbers, and soon after, few who remained departed from their homes and to better places, the island was now home to countless terrifying stories and haunted houses, thick fog concealing the greenery, rivers and a dark glow cast on the forgotten fragment of land.

One could spot a lone figure drift across the land if they were brave enough to come in search of the missing daughter, taking back with him a basket of mushrooms and sunsettia, a thin veil covering his face, but no one would dare find out his origins or sprint towards a scream for help.

Because the pale face of the boy glaring at them was enough to scare them away and hope they would never see the boy again.

Maybe one would find her trapped inside an old cottage still clinging to the taste of freedom.

'The story ends with the girl still missing, though their interactions were not known, it is assumed they were friends, but no one may ever know.'

[chai-en-kaadhale]

i drew that man like a moomin character (x)

[homeroksenpersereika]

En tiennykkää että puut on tänä päivänä näin päteviä

[certified3nakin]

Quick sketch / perspective practice based on the Purgatory Mansion Halloween special by Inanimate Improv!

I may be cooking up an animatic, so look out for that..

@inanimateimprov

[waylouder]

IW ANT ticjkles so bad it makes me look stupid (i am)

[mongooseundertheporch]

brat summer!!!!

"I hope not.... I overheat much too easily. Are you.... referencing a song??"

[tunez-jem]

GUYS!!!!

LOOK AT THIS COOL ANIMATION MY FRIEND DID!!! PLEASE WATCH AND SUPPORT HER :3!!!

[like-the-new-gllry-replaced]

Girls when it’s the first 30 minutes of Hard Times and the last 30 minutes of The Sound of Her Wings

[elderwisp]

me n blender are like this 🤞🏻