#I hope I got the right person lol

[rttnpnkpmpkn]

Ayo- Claude? 👉 👈

I wasn’t feeling digital, so I hope this’ll suffice.

Kiss, Kiss, Fall in love! 🌸

[babacontainsmultitudes]

RIP Will Campos the only person who was murdered this episode.

[bylrndgm]

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS (2020) // JULIE E OS FANTASMAS (2011) 1.01 - Wake Up // 1.01 - Enfrentando Fantasmas -> Julie meets the Band.

[slamrink]

Nothing to see here just steph stealing glances of klay like he’s afraid he’s going to get caught 😃😃 (via namxsj on twitter )

[spotaus]

For the requests, you could draw Coffeecrops/Ccino x Farm?

I absolutely LOVE this ship!

They are, like...one of my favorite ships-

And i would love to see how you would draw these old men.

Ahh, hello!! I'm sorry this request took so long to get to, but here it is! :D

I don't think I've ever drawn either of these guys before, but they were so fun to doodle! I am adding Coffeecrops to my list of ships now too, I understand why you like it so much! (And I hope I did the old men justice <3)

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[byfulcrums]

AU where SWK and Mac share a body but like, different

During the day he's Wukong, the Monkey King, MK's teacher, but the moment the sun disappears from the sky he's Liu'er Mihou, the Six Eared Macaque, a king's shadow

During the daytime, Macaque (or his essence? Idk how to explain it) appears as SWK's shadow. He can't leave SWK's side, but he can control other shadows and stretch himself enough to cover up a whole room. He can still make shadow clones of himself to resemble a physical body, but he can't posses them so it's useless anyway (unless it's for fighting or stuff like that). He's never wanted his own body anyway

When it's night, Sun Wukong appears as all the light surrounding Macaque. Be it a lamppost, a phone, a fire, or even the glow of the moon, you name it. All of that is him. If he really wants to, though, he can show up as some kind of ghost, like when he's doing that whole Astral Projection thingy, but more cloud-looking. If you pay enough attention, you can sometimes see something that looks like a golden cloud surrounding Macaque's body

They can tell what the other is feeling and thinking all the time. It's not overwhelming or anything, it's just how things have always been. When they "talk" they don't do it with words, they just always know what the other wants to communicate

[unnonexistence]

i swear to god the universe is trying to prevent me from getting on anxiety meds

[conkreetmonkey]

Bug was sent to your door for trick or treating

For the second day in a row, a figure was standing before the old submarine-style bulkhead, and once again it announced itself with a knock, what would have been a loud, hollow clang muffled by a thick pair of dark brown gloves, resulting in a dull metallic clunk.

"Trick or treat!" a rough yet polite voice called out in an enthusiastic yet contained half-shout, as if trying to make up for the weak knock but not wanting to full-on yell.

This visitor, unlike the last person to knock on that door, was not looking around confused, nor was it unsure of how it got there. It had come to the old door willingly, its trick or treating intentional rather than being commited in some sort of hazy fugue state. Indeed, this person was much unlike the last, not only in behaviour but in appearance as well, not looking at all out of place in the dimly-lit concrete hallway clad in crumbling institutional tiles, foul green slime accumulating under leaking iron pipes that snaked up and down the walls like metal ivy.

In other words, the creature standing there looked like a freaky-ass mad scientist.

It stood with its heavy-gloved hands behind its back, legs straight and chest forward with a polite grin that would have been charming if its teeth didn't look like it routinely gargled with pesto. Its broad, stout frame was clad in some sort of boxy lab jacket which hung down to its knees, made from a thick material coloured in a dull, unpleasant off-yellow reminiscent of creamed corn or rotten old wallpaper glue. Splatters of snot green something-or-other clung to its scuffed surface, long since having dried into rubbery, crusted-on stains. The jackets black buttons were fastened up to the top, a large circular collar snugly obscuring the wearers entire neck. Its sleeves were tucked into the gloves, and baggy canvas pants of army green were tucked into a heavy pair of brown leather work boots. No skin was showing below the chin, and the thick, loose-fitting nature of the entire outfit made it hard to discern much about the body underneath, aside from it being of a short and stocky sort. Its stature communicated confidence, intelligence and poise.

The thing inhabiting the outfit, of course, was a complete fucking freak.

Olive green skin clashed against ginger hair, sitting dry and frizzy against the back of the neck in a shoulder-length side part and growing on the face in thick yet uneven patches. Acne pocked the orcish humanoid's face, red pimples clashing against the earthy green and copper. The eyes were obscured behind opaque black welding goggles that rested atop a large nose and were fastened with a grey strap. With a broad rounded jaw, short forehead and prominent canines, the being simultaneously looked like a mutant created in a lab and like he created mutants in a lab, and would have looked just as natural being the monster strapped to a metal platform as it would being the mad doctor who flipped the switch, bringing the monster to life.

This goblin-like creature, reeking of formaldehyde and burning rubber, stood patiently just outside the metal door, its eyes lighting up with excitement as the valve in the center began to turn. With a series of mechanical squeaks and the creak of metal hinges, the door slowly slid open, revealing a familiar freak with wild pink hair and skin the colour of a spent fuel pool. Fitting, since he was munching on a stick of enriched uranium like it was a cucumber, glowing crumbs of neon yellow clinging to his lips as his face lit up with the joy of seeing a friend.

"Eh, Bugbug! Happy Halloween!" the blue thing said, wiping dangerously radioactive flecks of pure cancer onto his shirt with his hands, it lifting to reveal a definitionless belly with a slight nuclear glow shining through it from the inside, murky shadows of anomalous organs briefly visible before a curtain of thick green fabric obscured it once more. "It's not often you come to my door looking for a tasty treat!" he joked with a slight chuckle, the entire inside of his mouth stained flourescent highlighter yellow. Bug was less than amused, but it held its tongue. It and he both knew that it just couldn't stay mad at the little scamp, no matter how often he broke into its lab to slurp radioactive waste from sealed nuclear barrels, chug unattended beakers of biohazardous ooze, or munch on Bug's secret stash of yellowcake briquettes. The guy had a good heart, it knew, and as often as Bug grabbed him by his shirt collar to scream obscenities in his face and threw test tubes at him, it knew he was just a silly little guy, a lovable goober particularly prone to the toxic munchies, and its furious reactions were all in good fun, a slapstick game of cat and mouse that they both enjoyed.

Or at least that's what the blue thing believed. It was possible that Bug felt different, but he wouldn't know. He'd just assumed Bug hadn't really meant any of it, and fully anticipated his little snack seshies.

Pinching its nose, Bug took a deep breath and regained its happy expression. It was trick or treating, and it was out here to have fun; no use thinking about all the locks it still had to replace. "Happy Halloween, Conky!" it said, its cheery grin truly genuine. "Ah, hold on, I've got just the thing for you!" Conky said, holding up one finger as he reached behind the door, set his fuel rod down on something, and grabbed something else, plopping it down in Bug's hand with an excited grin.

It was a single breakfast sausage, cooked but cold, with little bits of dirt stuck to it.

"Happy Halloween!" Conky said, before pulling his door shut and turning the valve from the inside, leaving Bug alone in the gloomy little concrete box that Conky called his front doorstep.

After staring at its small greasy "prize" for a few moments, Bug started back up the stairs.

[ceeceetumbles]

every day im thinking about aran hekiru every day im thinking how much he wants everyone to like him and how much everyone hates him and how disgusting he is how awful and how much of myself i see in him. every single day. i stare at him oozing acid from every pore screaming how his friends left him behind in hide and seek and i say, that is how i feel every day of my life. i stare at the acid dripping off of his skin and i feel just as sticky, just as gooey, just as gross. his hands shake and he stutters. he grapples for meaning wherever he can find it. he says, relationships are all life is, right? and shoves it deep down into his core and wraps himself around it. he's such a coward. aren't we all? he isn't made to be a ranger. he is made to sit at home and tremble in front of the television. alone. surrounded by rubbish he cant find the energy to put away. but he wants to do something, he wants to belong somewhere, all hekiru has ever wanted is to belong. he can belong here, with the rangers. he needs to belong here, with the rangers. and when that's threatened, his chest tightens like a vice and his skin melts around him. desperation flashes through his spinal cord. he needs to belong. he needs to belong. he will do anything anything anything anything so that these people don't look at him with hatred, disgust, disappointment. he's seen enough of that to last a lifetime. aran hekiru is a failure and a fraud. he feels it in the marrow of his bones. he lays awake at night and chokes on it. aran hekiru hates himself so entirely. and loves himself so deeply. he curls his fists around his good things. he has so much to offer the world. so much is locked inside of him. he is beautiful. special. if only someone took the time to see him. he latches onto every bit of attention he gets. you understand me, right? you understand me, right? someone sees me. someone sees me. someone cares. but no one really does, do they. no one really takes the time to look at hekiru. he's too nervous, too weird, too incompetent. they're kind to this quiet boy. but he makes them uncomfortable. he makes everyone uncomfortable. he makes himself uncomfortable. he is split in two. he hates himself. he loves himself. he understands their scorn. he begs for them to listen to him. he has so much he could offer. he could be such a good friend. aran hekiru is so, so angry. why wont anyone look at him? why won't anyone take the time for him? he cares so much. he cares so much about everyone. but no one will ever truly care about him, will they? it festers like a blister on the inside of his ribcage. he is so angry. so incompetent. so helpless. but when he holds that divine artifact, arms himself, turns his body into a living weapon, he feels power thrumming through his veins. the acid rolls off of his skin and it feels good. now they will look. now they will see. aran hekiru, junior third rank ranger. he is something now. strong. powerful. his hands tremble around the handle, gripping it too tight. if he messes up, they will hate him. everyone will hate him. aran hekiru is split down the middle, anxious and proud, furious and shy. i watch his nervous eyes and his messy gooey skin and his babbled words and i stare into a mirror. he's a disaster and a disgrace. so am i. so am i.

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

uh, ladies? i don't feel ready to turn 27

[seaofreverie]

Success, my dad told me today that he listened to Flood at work, and TWICE at that. Could it be that the TMBG propaganda is also working at last

[gifti3]

I like to to think mcs who wouldnt fall into the conventionally attractive category getting shooked when multiple demons find them attractive

[your-fave-is-filipino]

Cassidy from five nights at Freddy's is Filipino

Cassidy (Golden Freddy) from Five Nights at Freddy's is Filipino!

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[0fps]

really loving wuwa so far, it still lags a bit here and there but it kinda feels like it just has to marinate for a while? first 10 minutes are painful but after it seems like it has its assets cached or something and it isn't as much a problem anymore. it also looks like kuro games has been working overtime putting in patch fixes asfdjlkadfsj god speed to the devs fr