#I did it in like 5 minutes

[kitcats-1-braincell]

Oughh….lemme just say writing hell is NOT FUN when you’re trying your write things for a game/something you wanna do………..please let me write about you cigarette man………

[hinamie]

quick itfs sketch page

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[kedreeva]

I need you to understand that the very straight and immediate line from someone's very confident "I don't like mice/I've handled mice before so I know what they're like" to joyous wonder as they hold the first calm, friendly mouse they've ever held and murmur "they're so soft/sweet/warm/gentle" practically to themselves is basically a drug

"I work at a petstore," says the young man with much disdain, "so I don't really need to hold another one. I know what they're like."

"These aren't petstore mice," I say, as I turn my hand over and the mouse holds on tighter. "They're not like any mouse you've ever held," I say, as I close my hand gently around the mouse and flip her onto her back for a second so I can touch her mouth and demonstrate how difficult it would be to get one of my mice to bite.

"I'm sure you've handled them extensively from a very young age, though."

"They haven't been handled before today, except to be moved into clean cages." She arranges herself in my hand and cleans her face. "Are you sure you don't want to hold one?"

He opens his hands, and she pours from my hand into his like a viscous liquid. She is soft and warm and sweet, and his entire face lights up when she hunkers down onto his warm hand and closes her eyes.

"....She's changing my mind."

"They tend to do that when you leave it open."

He took her and two companions home.

[shroomerr]

portrait study but its kenny

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Wear Headphones :]

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Mmh- I... Oh wow. Ahgh! Mmph! I'm gonna GET SILLY. ALL OVER.

Ah-ghg. *exhale* Fuh-fuck. Heh-heh... I got too silly.

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*coughs* this was actually going to be a comic but I Don't Have Time For All That. So if you want to see the incomprehensible version its below *coughs*

And heres v1 staring at fuckin nothin if you want it for some reason??

Since this is a lot of clips here is the audio source dumping ground (not in order)

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[sharkycal]

Local kingpin tries to speed run Minecraft, has no idea what he’s doing

[umalvie]

[umblrspectrum]

i think the idea of v finding uzis last name hilarious is a really funny one

[qyuubu]

mr. crawling human au

as monster!mc is getting hunted down by the police and paranormal enthusiasts after her recent murder, she tries finding a hiding place to rest for the rest of the day, before she can safely return to the abandoned apartments. she admits, this murder was pretty damn reckless. but she was mad, okay?

as she was taking a breather by a quiet hospital, she hears the grass rustling.

weirdly enough, it didn’t sound like footsteps.

she turns around to find a curious long-haired boy on a wheelchair. mr. crawling asks her if she’s come by to visit anyone in the hospital. the mc says no and admits she’s only here to rest. he smiles and asks to hang out with her. he doesn’t mind her bloody crowbar or her red, scarred skin. he even thinks it’s cute! he’s really happy someone else finally came to this hospital.

he’s been confined for as long as he could remember. he could technically leave, but he didn’t have a family to go back to. he does have friends, though, like the hospital’s research assistant, mr. silvair, and mr. chopped, who is also confined, but cannot leave without assistance.

he begs the mc to be allowed to accompany her to wherever she plans on going, as he says he’s explored every part of this little corner of town so he can guide her in case she stumbles into unfamiliar territory. he can only go so far on his wheelchair, but he makes the most out of it.

the mc realizes she CANNOT go back because this KID is gonna follow her to her hideout, the place where she dumps her dead bodies, mind you. so she lets mr. crawling tour her around the hospital and his town (at least, the part he knows) to distract him for a bit. she can’t kill him now, not when she’s actively wanted.

he gets attached, quickly. he’s never had a friend outside the hospital before. the mc gets attached too. she tries learning his language, and he tries to learn hers. for the first time in her life, she didn’t want to hurt this human.

eventually, the police do stumble upon the hospital. they charge in, searching for the wanted serial killer/ghost/monster or whatever she is. the mc decides to leave for mr. crawling’s safety, but he musters up all the strength in his legs to stand up and push her to sit on the wheelchair. he protects her from the police by acting as her caretaker while she acts like the hospital patient.

he doesn’t care what she did. he doesn’t even bat an eye at the accusations the police throw at her. all that matters is that she stays with him. for as long as she wants to, of course. and that she does.

[jadecantcreate]

i wanted to write a quick 3-chapter fic for day 4 of loa shiptober (how they met i think) and i (a fool) was like. yeah. i could totally write 3 chapters in a few hours. i was wrong. SO wrong. haven’t even finished kremy’s (the first one).

so instead have a maybe-past-kremy design that im conflicted about compared to his current design, as a peace offering

[scificrows]

“I was having an emotion, and I hate that. I’d rather have nice safe emotions about shows on the entertainment media; having them about things real-life humans said and did just led to stupid decisions.” ― Martha Wells, Exit Strategy

Title sequence designs inspired by the real-life shows Martha Wells based Murderbot's favorite shows on.

[ratwithhands]

Read Right to Left (Manga Format)

I have returned to watching demon slayer after a year and it came up while I was having a serious late night talk with my big sister. I was talking about the relationship between Michikatsu/Kokushibo and Yoriichi and it turns out we both see each other in Yoriichi's shoes and ourselves in Michikatsu's place. Definitely surprising, but really relieving to know that we both worry too much and we are not so far apart in skill as we believe.

This is technically the first piece of fanart I've ever made for the characters in Demon Slayer, I have made OCs before but I never drew an actual character from the story. For context this is mostly just a fun "what if" scenario with them meeting in the afterlife. I like to think Yoriichi's love would reawaken Michikatsu's humanity.

[mikaorangeart]

dorohedoodles

[necromash]

He just loves LOATHES it here! Happy birthday, Pelle! 😁😇🥰🥳🎉🖤🦇

[corviiids]

hi rook it's me rook is it true that you wrote another 500 words about joker persona 5 all dressed up as a pretty girl

wow rook it's true how did you ever know

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It's the third furtive glance Akechi has shot him in as many minutes. Ren bites his lip on a smile.

He looks---well, he hopes he looks pretty, but he knows he looks different. Anyone who didn't know Ren exceptionally well likely wouldn't recognise him unless he spoke, and even then, it's not a sure thing. Morgana would know. Sojiro might know. And of course Ann already knows, given she'd been doing his makeup for weeks before he'd got the hang of it.

Akechi? A wild card. He thinks he might know. Ren watches his eyes dart over again, assessing. It's harder at a distance, and Akechi's at a table across the room. The thing that's stopping him from coming over is that if he's wrong, and even if he's right, he'll need to explain to his party why he crossed the floor to speak to the lady at the bar serving drinks when he has a full glass of wine sat right in front of him being topped off every thirty seconds.

This, at least, is Ren's working theory. Akechi takes another frustrated sip.

Maybe Ren puts him out of his misery. Someone at the next table's ordered a dish of olives anyhow.

Thanks to Joker: Ren doesn't have any issues with heels. He even manages to put a little sway in his hips as he sashays over with his tray. The olive guy stammers out his thanks and Ren winks at him for his trouble. The glitter on his lashes winks too, subtle in the low light.

Then, ever the picturesque host, he leans over Akechi's table. Softens his voice to an understated croon: "How is everything?"

"Yes, yes, fine," says one of the politicians he's hanging around, almost dismissive. He's too distracted by the promise of a lucrative deal to look Ren up and down the way Akechi is doing. Akechi manages, somehow, to stammer with his eyes.

Ren says, "You all right with your drink, honey?"

It's a bit of a trap, this; a bit of a trick. See, Akechi knows Ren's eyes too well. They're a dead giveaway. He also, though, knows what Ren does with them---so if Ren looks away in the way he always does to hide them, Akechi will know that, too.

So Ren leans in instead. Waits for Akechi's throat to bob and his eyes to flitter to Ren's red-painted lips for their proximity alone.

"Careful there, handsome," Ren breathes. "Keep your eyes down. Ain't safe."

Now a smile ghosts Akechi's lips. Ah, well. Plenty of fun to be had still from a failed gambit.

Akechi tips his glass. "I'm set, I'm afraid," he says, keeping his voice just as low. "If you have recommendations, though, I'm sure I could forfeit the wine to earn your favour."

"Might take more'n that."

"Since when do you say 'ain't'?" Akechi murmurs in his ear.

Ren bites his lip again. Akechi's eyes follow the motion. "I got a show to put on, honey," Ren says. He takes the lipstick out from the crease in his sash and pops the cap. Can't keep biting off his war paint whenever he wants to laugh.

"I won't endanger it, then," Akechi says. "Is it crass of me to tell you that you look nice?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Then you look nice," Akechi says. "And I'll have a cocktail, please."

"Any which one?"

Slowly, deliberately, Akechi plucks the lipstick from his hands. Ren purses his lips; with a soft swipe, Akechi replaces the red.

"Lady's choice," he says.