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Dyode and Emmit deserve to kiss onstage forever
#splynter art#mario and luigi#mario and luigi brothership#m&l brothership#dyode and emmit#I NEED THEM TO YEARN#AND KISS#AND DANCE UNDER THE STARS#AND LOVE EACH OTHER FOREVER#IM CRAZY IM FUCKING INSANE#dyemmit
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to lose you
#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#sth#im insane im crazy i have to end it all i saw a singular dialogue in sonadow gens that made me go so fucking crazy dude im in tears#i dont subscribe to the sonic as reincarnated maria theory but how beautiful is it that shadow always had somebody in his life#that loves the earth more than anything else#somebody who wants him to see its beauty no matter what#that will never give up on him#he has never been without that#despite all his pain#sonic x shadow generations#sxs generations#shadow#sonic#sonic fanart#sonic art#sonic fandom#sonic series#shadow fanart#sonic the hedgehog fanart#art of crane
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#girlhood#this is what makes us girls#coquette#girls icons#icons#lana del rey#lizzy grant#ultraviolence#coquette dollete#im just a girl#girl problems#just girly things#just girly thoughts#girl interrupted#girlblog aesthetic#cinnamon girl#coquette girl#girl blog aesthetic#girl blogger#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#girl blog#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#born to die#clothes#fashion#stylist#im tired of feeling like im fucking crazy#like wtf#sane news#im going insane
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#ii 18#ii spoilers#ii 18 spoilers#ii#inanimate insanity#ii suitcase#thegloopart#oh my fucking god guys what the fuck#please stop my suffering#and my addiction to one piece#but thats gonna be active until my demise#wow i love this song#im going insane#im going crazy#if this is magnum oppioids or whatchamccallit#im gonna do something really nice#what?!#were you thinking i would say i was gonna kill myself??#nooooo!#like#what the fuck??#i love life and one piece is still going!#yall r crazy fr fr#i love yall vros....#i fw with yal heavy#wawawa#FUCK#OW MY SUCKING GOD#I WILL NOT LET THIS BE MY POST WITH THE MOST NOTES
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um uh uh um. so. did anyone else used to follow Nate Stevenson's D&D campaign drawings back in the day or-
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#fantasy high#fhjy#dimension 20#nd stevenson#brennan lee mulligan#like. uh. god.#in november 2022 i went insane and watched a ton of avdenturing academy#and found out brennan used to play w molly ostertag (nd's wife)#and was like. wait a fucking minute. i was obsessed w jericho rose#so i refound that pic just to be like hmm i winder if any of these were brennan's characters that'd be crazy#and then further episodes in he mentioned playing a lawful good rogue and i was like HOLY SHIT#bc lets be real. kipperlilly copperkettle is SUCH a brennan name#but i thought my theory could only ever be that! right! my haha silly red string board in my friend's dms!#WRONG#IM SO FUCKING SMART#anyways. thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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youve heard of sakura sonic, now get ready for ..cherry shadow.
#no u dont understand im going insane at how they still compliment eachother even in a limited palette#the cherry... comes after the blossom...#cherry and blossom !!! blossom and cherry#TWO FORMS SAME FRUIT#sorry im fucking crazy#wip#i hope i can doodle them again in the future#sonadow#sakura sonic#cherry shadow#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog#thel0llip0p art
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Fanart for @tulipsempai 's Mutual Aid comic part 15 and 16 cuz its literally so cool wtf are you kidding me 😭💥💥‼️💥‼️‼️
Bonus fanart for part 10
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CUZ WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1!!1!!!!!1!!1!!!!!!!!! /POS
#art-zu#animator vs animation#WHAT THE FUCK??!?!!!!#ITS SO COOL I SHIT YOU NOT I ABAJBSJS#I BINGED READ THAT SHIT#THAT THING IN PART 10 TOOK ME TF OUT WTF CUZ THATS SO SMART WHAT#ITS SO CLEVER ARE YOU KIDDING ME GOES CRAZY GOES INSANE#Oouh tulip's victim and chosen save me..... Save me tulip's vicfim and chosen.....#Im so sorry i was so late to this BHABAHBAHABHSB I LOVE IT SM WHAT WHAT WHAT 💥‼️💥‼️‼️💥💥#IM SO SO LATE BABAHABHA BUT STILL ITS SO COOL
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THERE IS NO GOD DAMN FUCKING WAY FOB PLAYED BANG THE DOLDRUMS AT WWWY. SHUT THE FUCK UP UR JOKING.
#GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD#IM GOING CRAZY CRAZY INSANE EVEN#OH PETER. PETER WENTZ WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU!!!!!#fall out boy#wwwy 2024#CRAZY WHEN MIKEY WAY WAS OUT THERE. SOMEWHERE. AND HEARD THAT.#I CAN NOT FUCKING TAKE THIS
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do you ever think about how absolutely insane it is that teen dan howell took a train to meet his favourite youtuber and kissed him like bestie give me your confidence
#like that was so bold of him#i could never#kissing someone first is insane especially like that mfer was 18 and a fan and he was just like fuck it im gonna kiss amazingphil#crazy#phan#dan and phil#dnp
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#messy moodboard#moodboard#current mood#cool girl#girl hysteria#female insanity#im tired of feeling like im fucking crazy#im just a girl#girlblogging#girlhood#girl rotting#insane girl#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#girl blogger#nyc aesthetic#aesthetic#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lizzy grant#ultraviolence#fucked up#this is what makes us girls#lana unreleased#feminine urge
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robin cross and kevin day parallels actually go so crazy. they both spent their formative years in a basement underground with exy-obsessed captors. they both saw exy as freedom. they both were isolated even within the foxes’ group of outcasts. they were both under andrew’s protection. it cost kevin jean to leave the nest and it cost robin another girl’s life to escape her kidnapper. robin carried her racquet with her to self-soothe and kevin restrings the net of his when he’s anxious. they’re even bird coded
#to those unfamiliar the word robin is also a kind of little bird 🕊️#i dont ship them but i dont blame the people who do if im honest#BUT ITS JUST CRAZY TO MEEE#its so fucked that canonically kevin never gets to meet her#but i will say that the echoes of his presence are still there#she joins the foxes the year after kevins graduation and there andrew is taking robin to night practice#there he is coaching her because he knows exy is the tool she needs to believe in herself#there he is doing what kevin day told him only years late 🫠#sorry they make me insane#robin when she’s the weird kandreil amalgamation no one asked for#will expand on this if i have more thoughts later but please talk to me about robin. thank you#txt#aftg#kevin day#robin cross#kevin#robin#fav#kevin&robin
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Hello Bee! First I want to say that I really love your writing and your characterization of the characters. I've read so much of your stuff over and over again, it's so good! Thank you so much for writing it all!
Secondly, I wanted to make a request. Sorry if this sounds dumb, but could you please make a crazy ass husbands with an artisitic s/o? Like someone who may not necessarily create art, but is really passionate about like painting, and music, and just all the types of art? I saw you added Vincent Sinclair and thought of this 😄.
If not its fine, I still want you to know that I adore and enjoy your writing! Well wishes! 🩷🩷
Qimir (the acolyte) - Qimir likes the way you get carried away by music. The way you close your eyes when you walk into a cantina and musicians are playing. The little songs you hum to yourself when you’re piloting the ship, or fixing something. Music awakens something in your soul. You feel it deeply. Love songs and tragic laments alike light a fire in you. Every now and again he’ll have the two of you go to planets known for their music, their unique sounds, and singing styles. It’s always under a false pretense. The training or mission he sends you on are usually extra grueling before you’re given your “reward”. Otherwise, he feels like a slave to the whims of your joy. What wouldn’t he do to see you smile? To relish your little gasp the first time you hear a new instrument or song? He likes to reach out, using the connection you two share, and feel what you feel. He’s so glad he freed you from your shackles of repression. The way you indulge your passion is beautiful.
Norman Bates - You’ve always loved flowers. The first thought you had about the motel was that it needed some nice flowers outside. You’ve traveled the country, visiting all sorts of gardens. It’s an odd hobby, but one you chased relentlessly. Until you met Norman, and settled into the hotel with him. But eventually you start to crave those gardens again, so you decide for the first time not to just admire gardens, but to cultivate one. There are a few false starts. Miserable failures. Mixed successes. But Norman is encouraging every step of the way, and eventually your little motel begins to shine. Ivy creeping up trellises you place against the house. Roses, peonies, lavender, poppies. All in ranges of colors and sizes. You repaint the motel when it begins to look shabby in comparison to the garden blooming around it. For the first time the motel starts to look… welcoming. Like a true home. People in town begin to stop by and spend the night just so they can have breakfast in the garden the next morning. People propose to each other at the Bates Motel. Get married there. Honeymoon. Have the celebrations for their baby’s christening among all your flowers and saplings. Norman doesn’t have a green thumb, but he brings you lemonade and kisses your cheek and thanks you earnestly for bringing color and life into his world.
Hannibal Lecter - This is one of the ways you and Hannibal bond. You could talk about art for hours together. He’s a wonderful conversationalist, and your raw passion for the topic makes it so that you always have something new to say to one another. Date nights consist of going to art galleries for big and small artists. Something about being in one another’s presence sweetens the art itself. Hannibal often surprises you with trips to other countries just so you can go to their art museums and partake in new art scenes. Money is a small thing to Hannibal. The conversations you have about art? Those are priceless.
Shane Walsh - He’s never been too interested in the arts. Not before the end of the world and certainly not after it. The only art that matters now is the art of survival. He tells you this often. Tells you to look to the future. Focus on surviving the day. On perfecting the skills he tries to teach you, day in and day out, so even if he’s gone, you’ll be okay. But you make him soft. For all that he bitches, he’s always giving in. Always looking to keep you alive, yes. But he wants you to be happy too. So he takes detours, and looks for libraries and bookstores that are beginning to cave in on themselves and smell of rotten pages and wood. He’s risked entire hoards of walkers to retrieve a book he knew was your favorite. He doesn’t mind when precious bag space is taken up by whatever paperbacks you can get your hands on. One day he might find a town that he likes enough and decide to go through the trouble of turning a library into a home for you. It will be well fortified, and he won’t like how many entry and exit points it might have. But he’d love to see you in your element, surrounded by what you love.
V (from V for Vendetta) - So much art has been ruthlessly crushed beneath the boot of the fascist government you live under. Admiring the arts, any form of it, is like trying to hold sand in your hands. Your grip grows ever more desperate to hold onto anything. But there is no rhyme or reason to what is outlawed or taken away. Little bits of your soul are chipped away, with each new restriction, with each new burning or banning. Until V whisks you away to his hideout, and suddenly the world is made anew again. You are surrounded by art, art you didn’t even know existed. Things you couldn’t imagine in your wildest dreams. You inhale everything the gallery has to offer. You feel nearly gluttonous. In each room there is something new to see, hear, read. A feast for your senses anywhere you turn. You feel alive for the first time in years, maybe ever. V, in turn, feels his own form of gluttony. He cherishes every bit of delight he brings to your world. He feels like the worst kind of miser. The lowest of villains. What could be more precious than your smile? Or your laughter? Nothing. And by keeping you here, with him, he deprives the world of you and all you have to offer. But the world isn’t kind to precious things. So he keeps you like all the other treasures of this world. Hidden. Safe. Loved.
Candyman - You collect book nook shelf inserts. Your home is covered in shelves, just to fit them. You have more book nooks than you do books separating them. Daniel is charmed to death by the collection. By the tender, diligent way you take care of them all. You spend hours of your week dusting. Fiddling. Making tiny adjustments. There must be something meditative about it, because you never complain. The joy he felt whenever he held a paintbrush is the same joy that flashes across your face when you open a new kit. He watches you assemble your precious, miniature worlds and ask you quiet questions, every now and again. He doesn’t want to break you from the beautiful trance you fall into, but he loves to peek into your mind. “What drew you to this scene, my love?” / “This one has an enchanting gloom to it. You have such an eye for art.” / “This one looks especially fragile, you might have to be more gentle, love.” He enjoys watching you lose yourself in your hobby. He loves the way you are unashamed in your joy. How you take pride in this work. You curl up into his side, after you’ve spent hours assembling one of your nooks, and the two of you will stare at it in all its completed glory.
Robert Neville (I Am Legend) - At first he thought you were a hallucination. He’d been hearing things more often. Seeing things too. The human mind wasn’t built for isolation, as a scientist he was well aware of that. He tries to compensate as best he can. With his mannequins. With entertainment. By focusing on his research. He only has to stay sane long enough to fix the world he couldn’t save. That’s all. But then he sees you, while he’s hunting. The sun is still high in the sky, and you don’t move like a dark seeker. You’re cautious, slow. You also don’t move like a hallucination. You don’t really look like one either. He almost doesn’t approach you, afraid he’ll discover you were a mirage. He follows you all day long, until the sun is getting too low for comfort. Then Robert approaches you, fumbling through the obvious (it isn’t safe out here), barely remembering to introduce himself because people have names. Hoping desperately that you’ll trust a strange man instead of taking your chances with the dark. But the entire time he talks to you his eyes keep drifting to all the jewelry you’re wearing. Earrings. Bracelets. Necklaces. Rings. They glint in the light. Hypnotizing in their imperfections and intricacies. You move into his home, but you two drift around each other like ghosts. You’ve been alone so long, the both of you. You dreamed of meeting another living person. But faced with the reality of it, you’re overwhelmed. Until one night after dinner he finds you in the living room, making more of your jewelry. Slow and careful. He asks you about it, and you tell him it kept you sane while you were alone. Made you feel human. Then you look up at him, and he freezes under your gaze. (It’s been so long since he’s looked into someone’s eyes. It almost hurts. He can’t imagine ever looking away.) You ask him what kept him human. He’s not sure he still is. But he moves to sit beside you on the floor, hands you beads, and tells you he's been pretty fond of movies lately.
Lestat De Lioncourt - You were a tailor in life, before he turned you. In death, in this eternity he’s given you, fabric is nearly your religion. With your vampiric eyes, you see even the tiniest flaw in stitching. All colors look more vibrant. The world looks more alive. Even though you can never see the way certain fabrics and colors catch the light of the sun, moonlight and starlight can be just as beautiful. You drag him to fashion shows in order to soak in the new styles, and cuts of clothing. You are as endeared by couture as you are the various counter cultures that arise throughout the decades you spend together. You spend exorbitant amounts of money on the finest bolts of cloth and thread. Sewing and tailoring and designing can be done entirely on your own. In fact, you’d probably be done quicker if you were just left to your work. But Lestat gets lonely when you lock yourself up in your work room for days on end. He likes to drape himself against your back, push himself into your side. Trail teasing fingers up your arm, to see if he can get your ever steady hands to falter (he cannot.) Looking over your shoulders and seeing what latest fashion has caught your eye is his hobby. You don’t mind the company of your muse. Sometimes you even sit him in front of you as you sew, and let the sound of him talking guide your needle and thread. He hardly wears anything you don’t make. Not only is your work superior, but every piece is made of love.
Abe Sapien - You love everything about movies. How they’re made. Sound design. Light design. Set design. The difference between digital and film cameras. Abe was caught in your orbit the minute you were recruited. Talking to you, trying to form a connection, however, did not come as easy. Awkward nods as you passed one another in the hall. Stilted, dry conversation as you ate lunch at the same tables. It was enough to drive him mad. He didn’t know why he alone was unable to form any sort of acquaintanceship with you (especially when he wanted far more than that). This all changed during movie night. You were watching the voted on film play out on screen, entranced by every individual frame, it seemed. He’d never seen anyone smile so fetchingly, or blink so little. He bravely, and quietly, asked if you were enjoying the film. You began to eagerly whisper to him all sorts of details about how the film was made, the difference between the final product and script. Apparently, it was one of your favorites. With one conversation, the bridge between you two was crossed. Abe had been so caught up in enjoying literature, he hadn't explored much of the diverse realm of cinema. Happily, you appointed yourself the esteemed position as his guide. Somewhere between sharing your tastes, late night discussions, and dry eyes from sleepless nights, you leaned over to kiss him. He kissed you back, and you both forgot all about movies for a little while.
Vincent Sinclair - You were an avid admirer of sculptures. You went to museums, and had to curl your hands into fists to resist the urge to reach out and touch the statues. There was something so beautiful about someone taking the time to carve human shapes out of stone and earth. To make marble resemble fabric as delicate as silk. It was breathtaking to you, really. Until you came across the House of Wax, you hadn’t really thought of wax as a means to make sculptures. Instantly, you are captivated. You forget that your car is being “repaired”, so closely do you look at every sculpture. You admire each one from several angles, for long periods of time, face giving away nothing. Vincent watches you, wanting to know what you’re thinking about his art so desperately he feels as if he’ll die. He interrupts Bo from the preparations to kill you and makes him ask you questions. Bo asks each one through gritted teeth, irritated to be playing a game of telephone, but even he is a little charmed by your thoughtful answers. When Vincent insists on not killing you Bo just shakes his head and washes his hands of the situation. You fall asleep in the town’s only motel, but when you wake up you’re in Vincent’s workshop. You’ll be able to admire his art for as long as you like now.
Joel Miller - You tell him stories. You’re an avid collector of them. Wherever you go, you collect a story from someone. Sometimes they’re fantastical. Some myth or aesop fables that will be lost to the sands of time and the chaos of the apocalypse within just one more generation (if humanity makes it that long.) Other times they’re heartbreakingly real. The taste of an apple pie someone’s grandmother used to make for them. The memory of someone trying on their wedding dress for the first time. You have a way about you. It’s your eyes. The warmth in them. The understanding. Even after so many years of survival and fighting, you possess an empathy that should have gotten you killed by now. Instead you’re the keeper of people’s stories. You’ll be riding side by side on your horses, and Joel won’t sense any danger nearby, so he’ll say the magic words: You got a story for me today, L/N? And you always do. The sound of your voice keeps his head quiet.
A/N: i blushed bugs bunny curled ears style. thank you for the compliments, made my day! i think yours is the first crazy ass husbands gang request i’ve written! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo
#my characterization?? thank you im insane abt these people#qimir x reader#norman bates x reader#hannibal lecter x reader#joel miller x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#abe sapien x reader#lestat de lioncourt x reader#robert neville x reader#candyman x reader#shane walsh x reader#v for vendetta x reader#v for vendetta imagine#crazy ass husbands gang#im going the fuck to sleep now lmao#if you see a grammar error im so sorry sleepy
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Why do I wanna write roommate Simon/Ghost??
Roommate Simon who's gone for months at time, but always brings you sweets and trinkets from wherever he's been stationed while he's deployed. He looks at little souvenirs or remembers the dishes he's tried and he takes a mental note to get you something similar before he boards the plane to go back.
Roommate Simon who barely keeps in touch but is worried sick about you. Did you eat? Are you sleeping okay? Does your car need fixing again? Are you safe? Are you still getting nightmares? God, he wishes he was there to hold you while he eases you back into sleeping again.
Roommate Simon who encourages you to text him anyway, despite being busy on the job and unable to text/call you back. But the moment he's on leave, he takes his sweet time scrolling down his phone. You tell him about your day, you text him about your hardass professor, send him videos of you being horrendous at darts at the bar you and him usually go to whenever he's back from duty, show him pictures of all the cute puppies and kittens you find while you're out on a walk and beg him if he'd be amenable to getting a furry friend for the both of you. (Truth be told, if it's you who's asking, he'd pretty much lay down the entire world at your feet.)
Roommate Simon who comes back home to the smell of good food being cooked and you running up to him but stopping short a few feet away from him - hesitant to touch him, only for him to engulf you in a bone-crushing hug as he breathes you in. You smell safe. You smell clean.
You smell like home. Maybe you are his home.
He doesn't have a penchant for physical touch - recoils from anything that intimate faster than the guns he uses on the battlefield, but god forbid, he deprives himself from holding you. For this instant, when you're alive and safe (and still so lovely), and you breathe enough life in him for him to feel like Simon again and not just Ghost, he'd like to hold you in his arms for now.
#god im fucking crazy for this man#it's insane#call of duty#cod:mw2#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley ghost#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost cod#mw2 ghost#ghost#call of duty headcanons#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty simon riley#call of duty ghost#cod ghost#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod x reader#char.simon ghost riley#celena.rambles#celena.writes
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i gasped really loudly at this scene for no reason in particular
#sonic movie 3#sonic movie 3 spoilers#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#juni posting#GOD IM INSANE IM CRAZY PEAK FUCKING FICTION
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FATAL ERROR//. abort operation.
#my art#hi fi rush#hi fi rush chai#chai hi fi rush#uhhhhhh#gore#?#im so self conscious about this one is its insane#blood#something something chai from the very beginning was treated like a object a product made in a factory#put on a cold metal slab operated on by machines instead of an operation table in the care of doctors#anyways isnt it fucking crazy that chais arm was just lasered off#the inspiration behind this piece is. what if that got fucked up
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I’m so tired…
#girl interrupted#bpd#femcel#borderline personality disorder#bpd girl#coquette#female manipulator#manic pixie dream girl#lana del rey#female rage#crazy girl#im slowly going insane#im insane#im not mentally stable#mental health relapse#mentally unhinged#mental ill health#mentally fucked#going crazy#girlhood#tumblr girls#female insanity#girl hysteria#female hysteria#divine female#feminine urge#female experience
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