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amesame for the road
#vtuber#hololive#holomyth#amesame#amelia watson#gawr gura#back at it again with the amesame special#don't touch me I'm reminiscing#candy... SHE'S SWEET LIKE CANDY IN MY VEINS#watson... ame... watton... stinky... stoopid... many such cases#RAHHHH AMESAMEEEEEEEEEEEE#normal again.#NVM RAAAHHH AMESAMEEEEEE
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ignore his clothes clothes r my worst enemy 24/7 they break into my house and start beating the shit out of me until im a bloody pulp blagh
i said that haji would tend to the church flowers like Once and havent stopped thinking about him doing the crk flowering animation for like. days now. so i decided to do something about it 😓 screenshot editors u r a different kind of strong ,,, this was agonizing figuring out what went where
waves at u @mars-ipan this isnt a usual thing but ohrr well... this guy has captured me he's so terrified of the world and i need to eat him alive ribs and all. tasty ! watching him just lose his mind is also amazing gguguhhh i love gay conversion 🤤💞 i love the affects i love the fact hajime is so blindly devoted i love that he doesn't really mind that everything else could be falling apart as long as komaeda gives him even a GLANCE. ggrrgghgh gurhhghghhhh... theyre soooo. im being locked in a cage and im pacing back and fourth like a rabid animal PLEASEEEEEEEEEE. the bait u set for this literally has me hook line and sinker im gonna lose it i dont think this is dfairrr.....
#im going to feed u content more and more. whenever it strikes me#because i am literally.#losing my mind#grrgghrggg..#grrggh#rgrg#grfghhrgg..#Normal again.#hajime#hands on you(r bible)#mice on pages#nyaaaahhhhh#guhm right normal tags >o>#danganronpa#hajime hinata#my art#thats enough i do not like main tags much Lol i like my little web cave.. my mousecave if u will#micetalk
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shoutout to C418 (one of minecraft’s composers) for just fucking snapping recently on twitter
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Oh god theres more
#gravity falls#stan pines#stanley pines#stanford pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#the book of bill#book of bill#gravity falls memes#me when#made by me#as seen on tiktok#as seen elsewhere#I might be slowly becoming normal again#nevermind im still mentally unwell#how do I explain this to my therapist
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The gang all together 👍
Sketch v final + refs below!
First pic was reffed from My Own Private Idaho, which ended up being a really bad idea because this focal length was ridiculous to try and flatten out and match with the others lol
Second pic was obvi The Pieta by Michelangelo, but shoutout to my partner for suggesting the role reversal cause I was initially gonna draw Viktor in Jayce's arms again, but having it the other way around gave me the idea for the last piece where they're mutually in each other's arms and on equal ground in the composition
Third pic was reffed from The Blossoming Of Love by Miquel Blay! Had to move Jayce's hand to Viktor's shoulder because he was too yolked for his arm to fit between them lmao
#GOD i don't like looking at the first one loooool. did not know what i was trying to do yet#en ee way. i like seeing other artists post sketch v finals so here ya go. but again ignore that first one <3#arcane#jayvik#arcane spoilers#jayce talis#viktor#fanart#ill be normal now i hopefully have freed my brain from this chokehold now that ive finished these
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Let the poor man rest.
#also no he doesn't want to experience life as a normal person. no he wouldn't sacrifice his powers to live again.#he LOVED being powerful. he was very proud of his powers. he was at the top of the world. what he disliked was being so lonely at the top.#which having reunited with Geto now he is not.#and he wanted to keep the next generation safe due to his past regrets and teach a generation of kids to be at the top together.#and he wanted to get rid of the corrupt higher-ups and reform the Jujutsu society.#and he did all of that. Yuta and Yuuji are both alive and safe and the kids are all reunited with each other stronger than ever#and the higher-ups are d**d.#Gojo obviously wouldn't hate to keep living. he clearly didn't expect to lose and die. but as he himself confirmed#he died doing what he loved. he went out the way he wanted. he went out with a bang. he had the best fight of his life and gave it his all.#as he said 'he had fun'. he said it would have been embarrassing if he died of old age or sickness.#and now that he's gone he's happy with his friends and especially Geto. he found peace.#He said it himself 'Now i'm wishing that it's not just a dream'.#also for those of you who say that Geto & Gojo wouldn't be together because one would go to hell and one to heaven... no. just no.#first of all. Gojo did a mass m*r*** before his death#second of all. they're Buddhists. they don't have heaven and hell. don't bring Abrahamic religions into everything.#and you'd be surprised by the excuses the Abrahamic religions find to not let people in heaven.#probably Gojo wouldn't go to heaven even if he didn't kill the higher-ups due to...idk... occasionaly doing pranks or sth.#but Gege apparently created a whole other afterlife of his own. and Toji Geto Gojo Nanami and everyone were all gathered there together.#you SAW that. so stop.#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#jjk gojo#gege akutami#my two cents#satosugu
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so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3
#usually she is ladybug. and i’m hawkmoth#adrien is sometimes a random object or we just pretend he’s there#or sometimes i’m adrien#one time we played where she was ladybug and she betrayed me(adrien) and gave both our miraculous to hawkmoth#and i just collapsed to my knees crying from the betrayal#i’m really super normal about it.#anyway i love my job it’s great#ml#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#my art#ladybug#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#it’s so funny bc i can tell by now which episodes she’s watched bc she’ll want to act them out#usually she wants to act out dark cupid#which is a banger episode. so good#or the paris special#again. banger.
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they are so normal guys
#gravity falls#the book of bill#bill cipher#ford pines#stanford pines#why cant i just draw normal fanart of these guys?#they are matching ;p#billford#kinda?#meme redraw#again#i was going to color these but then i thought 'actually no'#meme#NRart
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⚠️
#my giant masterpost for my two whole art pieces#but I like to keep all my fanart in the same place. I’ll update it if I do more#gravity falls#bill cipher#Stanford pines#ford pines#my art#digital art#artists on tumblr#surreal art#fun fact the first time I tried to post this bricked the app so hard I had to delete it twice to make it let me post again#normal. I love Mobile!#art masterpost
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i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people "complete" each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they'll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.
#gray.txt#im really normal about moirails#i need to start writing again LOL#ive done 3 entire fics in the last decade but also im on adhd meds so maybe thatll help#still need 2 overcome my debilitating perfectionism tho. it's a work in progress
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crowley
#fem presenting crowley you're everything to me#as you might know I've been recovering from an injury these past few weeks which is why I couldn't draw as much as usual#been doing a bit better so I wanted to give drawing a try again#while my arm isn't back to normal yet it feels a LOT better than 2 weeks ago#which is a good sign#still gonan take things easy of course#good omens#good omens fanart#crowley#fem crowley#why was one of teh suggestions for that tag fem crocodile#I'll have to look that up#david tennant#crowley fanart#aziracrow#aziracrow fanart#my art#fanart#my good omens art#good omens 2
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Purple Michael is the best FNAF Michael
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf movie#mike schmidt#vanessa afton#vanessa shelly#I’ve been thinking about remnant again#tbh I think folks underplay remnants abilities#in some stories it genuinely heals people#it fixes Michael’s spine instantly after Ennard left his body#TBH I actually do believe there’s a chance Michael just looks like a normal dude#maybe not immediately and maybe it takes a good couple years#but in some regard he basically coukd just heal back up#but I KNOW why we all draw purple Michael#cause it’s a cool af design#mean that’s why I choose to draw that ver#despite my thoughts being otherwise#purple Michael is the best and beloved 💜
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I’ve discovered a fourth principle, one that heightens all others. Sacrifice.
#Arcane#League of Legends#arcaneedit#animationedit#loledit#Ekko#Jinx#Isha#Jayce#Jayce Talis#Viktor#Jayvik#Heimerdinger#*mine#flashing tw#I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL AGAIN 😞😞😞😭😭😭
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love you, love you, love you;
mr. crawling x reader
plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k
a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.
masterlist • ao3
Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.
Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.
And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.
Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).
So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.
You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.
Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.
You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.
You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…
That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.
That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.
So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.
You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.
The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.
Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.
Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.
It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.
Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.
Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.
“Close, close, close,” he repeated.
It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.
Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).
Words were never the problem, it seemed.
Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.
#homicipher#mr crawling#mr. crawling#homicipher fanfiction#homicipher x reader#homicipher x you#homicipher x mc#mr crawling x reader#mr crawling x you#mr crawling homicipher#homicipher headcanons#homicipher smut#mr crawling smut#homicipher mr crawling#yandere x reader#x reader fanfiction#cross posted on ao3#x you smut#x reader smut#xposted to ao3#i wrote this after a nap after playing the game for 4 hours straight and then i had this like dream about it#and i woke up ferally desiring mr crawling like it was insane#i wrote this with possessed and perhaps crazed love#i am very normal about fandoms thanks#yapping in tags again i see
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—cherry red
virgin!choso who’s never even had his first kiss and he wants nothing more than to experience these uncharted waters with you and only you.
“stick out your tongue a little.” you whisper against his lips after a few heated moments of making out. he’s dazed, chasing after your lips, dark eyes full of lust glancing across your face; seeking for what you want. but he does as you say, letting you kiss him even deeper than before. moans into your mouth with a lift of his hips. already hard and needy. he wants you to touch him more and more, tight and stiff in the pants he wears.
“please. i can’t. i’m—“ he cries into your mouth as your palm finds the tent between his legs. you barely wrap your hand around his cock, stroking upwards towards the head, before he’s cumming beneath your touch. whines and thrusts into your hand that is still curled around him, stuttering through his premature orgasm.
he’s panting, mumbling a soft and sweet sorry, as he leans back against your couch when he comes down from his high. and the sight of him, messy and disheveled, is enough to keep your hand moving. faster and faster against his pants to stiffen him up and drag him into overstimulation, watching tears build at the corners of his eyes as he begs you to stop.
he doesn’t mean it. keep using him to your heart’s content. he fucking loves it.
#zevrra zevrra!#spicy zev!!#jjk#choso jjk#jjk x reader smut#jjk drabbles#jjk choso#choso x reader#choso x female reader#choso smut#choso kamo#jjk x reader#virgin!choso#CHOSO BRAINROT IS REAL!!!#I swear I’ll be normal again tomorrow …#18+ mdni
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