#Oh hello~! Found you friend :]

[disposal-blueeee]

halloween thing i drew for an art trade with @cherry-207 ! she asked for edgar and scri dressed as angel and devil . you can see her part here !

edgar vargas belongs to jhonen vasquez

scriabin belongs to @zarla-s

[awa-awa-awadama-fever]

why does thei remind me of stupws

[wellhalesbells]

Okay while I have absolutely no desire to write Jiuming/Jonas fanfic from Meg 2, I do want to read roughly 80- 100 fanfics about them and AO3 is somehow hitting me with a very disappointing 0.

[angelicartemis]

SMALL HELLO PAINT POST RAGHHH!!!

I was drawing a little on @artastic-friend's DJMM/MM Hello Paint board last night, now I'm gonna throw my drawings up. :D

FIRST OF ALL HOWEVER, I painfully DREW @ntls-24722's OC COMET BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON HE HAD A GRIP ON ME IN THAT VERY MOMENT.

March was there to witness me draw this nearly the entire time. 💀 I wanna say this took around 1 hour or so? Maybe a little more because I could not stop looking over it. 😭 As you can see by my tiny doodle alone, my hand was going through it. 💀💀💀 BUT I DID THIS FOR THE BIG MAN BECAUSE HE PRETTY!! ✨✨✨ I definitely wanna try to draw Comet more, but god damn, he is a piece of WORK. /lh

Anyway here are the rest of the doodles! :D This time they're just of DJ. Not a lot of drawings, but that's because I literally draw at a snail's pace. 🗿

Little March cameo

Anyway yea that's it *crawls in a hole and dies*

[decarabiandivorce]

AU where the entire old mondstadt gang gets revived into modern (as in version 4.4 give or take) teyvat. Nb and venti are absolutely overjoyed to see eachother again, gunnhildr and jean have an “:D twinsies!!!!!!!” moment, diluc has to take a few seconds to comprehend that the redhaired warrior is not in fact his dad (genetics is one thing but those two look nearly identical), and amos is off somewhere teaching amber and razor how to hunt. everything is going great until the traveler reports to venti a few days later that they can’t do their weekly dvalin bossfight because someone keeps arguing with him and occupying the domain (deca comes along too but the only reason no one knew is because he was too busy trying to negotiate who lives in the tower and how)

This is all wonderful but consider this: Decarabian is just laying on the floor of the boss fight and Dvalin is just. "TRAVELER PLEASE MOVE HIM. I THINK HE'S DEAD. HE HASN'T MOVED IN .... A WEEK OR SO"

Dvalin has no context on who this guy is. He smells kinda like Barbatos but why is just???? Laying down???? He could feel the sadness emanating from the guy and its Really killing the vibe.

The old Mondstadt and new Mondstadt team barge into the tower battle ready and are "..." when he's not even attempting to fight.

Deca is just in shock and has been processing things. For instance apparently his entire city hates him???? And then they tried to murder him???? And.... and they succeeded. He could feel ever speck of light inside him fade away. His citizens murder him. Amos murderes him. They set fire to the tower and killed him.

So many emotions are going through his head. Sadness. Bitterness. Fear for his citizens. Anger. All the stages of grief and betrayal!!!

Also theres a giant dragon here now and a blonde person with a talking toddler trying to swordfight. Huh. This might as well be happening.

[requiemforthestars]

Your mind on crack sounds like this I guess

[here-comes-the-bard]

reading through old rps while the prazosin does its best and—

"It was the first time I'd seen you really smile, and I knew I couldn't let that disappear."

—is going to make me fucking explode actually. what the fuck do you mean someone's real smile meant so much to you that you had to draw it to preserve it. that's such a raw form of love. oh my god. I'M gonna cry over that what the fuck.

[sincerely-sofie]

I made this blog mainly as a place to store art + memes for my fandoms and doodles of my original stories. I’ve posted a lot of the former, but none of the latter, so… Here you go? Have some goofy “incorrect quotes” inspired jokes of a project of mine called The Name-Oath.

Context is indented and italicized, but you can probably read through the doodles below without getting too confused if you skip it:

The first half of the actual plot is your standard fae romance starring a human woman who doesn’t realize the male lead is a supernatural creature, and just thinks he’s really into cosplaying alone in a mansion in some freaky forest. The second half is rom-com shenanigans between the divorced human woman and male lead after the world's ugliest breakup. He desperately tries to get back together at every waking moment and she just wants to hang out with her bestie Summer and raise her half-fae daughter in peace. The human woman is named Eglantine, but goes by Egg. She got stuck with the nickname during high school and decided to start going by it in an effort to have a more "average" sounding name. This did not work as intended, but it certainly helped her avoid getting her name stolen when she first met the male lead. She's something called a skipwitch. This is a whole worldbuilding thing I'm not going to get into here. The male lead is named Kieran. He is a drama king. He spent several centuries under magical house arrest. He can talk to rats. He has pretty hair. This is all you need to know about him, except maybe the fact that he's royalty. Summer is Egg's best friend, and she is the resident fae expert in her and Egg's coven. Competitive and protective of Egg. She hates Kieran's guts, and the feeling is mutual. Egg and Kieran's daughter is named Violet, but she goes by Froggy. She is a terrifying force of nature by virtue of being the offspring of a skipwitch and Unseelie prince. Enjoys microwave pizzas, her pet beta fish, video games, and getting her way. Alois is Kieran's invisible butler. He's a surprisingly talented singer.

[simplyghosting]

...

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok’s intake of breath/slight straightening of posture when Janeway says she spoke to his family before she left....................................................I can’t speak

[chickie-birdies]

Hello, it's been a while!

Today I accidentally acquired two baby Wyandottes

[aequitaes]

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[mahmood7]

Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #365 )✅️

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

.

We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

[xwindboundxmagic]

The moment I saw the thumbnail for Citlali's character trailer I had a feeling someone - almost everyone in the comment section would make it about shipping when Citlali goes "You annoy me too but I wouldn't mind if you stuck around"

We literally just got a glimpse of how much of a hell it is for her as an immortal who doesn't age, she closed herself off I bet to make sure she doesn't get hurt when they do eventually pass by natural means in Nat.lan, yet she can't help at least letting one person into her life to ensure a connection, and not numerous ones.

That's at least what Oloron sees so he goes out of his way to make sure the Traveler twin can be the first person to show it's alright to have multiple people in your life regardless of immortality.

[gregmarriage]

fascinating to me, that while abby was gone, she gained a fiancé and two step daughters, and buck gained a husband and a son, and buck isn’t aware of said husband and son, because he thinks they’re just his best friend and his son, who he sometimes has play dates with 🤦🏼‍♀️

[shencomix]

Recently I decided to go to my local fighting game tournament.

Here's how it went.

I had been getting pretty good at Guilty Gear over the past few weeks, to the point where I was getting the input correctly for the Potemkin Buster 1 out of every 4 or 5 times I tried it. So I thought "I might not be the best yet, but, surely good enough for my local" -- and I decided to go.

It took place at a the comic & games store in the town center. The venue was full of people 10-15 years younger than me and even more drastically cooler. They all turned to glare at me as I walked through the door, but as I stood completely motionless like a gazelle hoping to blend into the grassland, their gazes slowly returned to each other and they continued to banter friendlily.

I sat down next to me first opponent, and reached out to shake their hand. They looked down at my hand, and then up at my eyes slowly.

"You're supposed to do that at the end of the match."

"Oh, s-sorry"

I got perfected twice and lost the match. At the end, I reached out again to shake their hand, but they just stood up and walked away.

Because I lost, I got moved down to the loser's bracket, which was literally below the main tournament because it took place in the basement of the comic shop. I could hear footsteps, cheering, and happy conversation in the floor above. Here in the loser's bracket though, the mood was a lot more somber.

My next opponent reminded me a little bit of me. They were equally nervous and disheveled looking. They said "Um, h-hello" and reached out their hand for a handshake as they saw me approaching. I said "you're s-supposed to do that at the end of the match." But as a look of deep sadness came over their face and they slowly put down their hand, I pulled them in for a hug.

I'm not sure why I did that.

I think that some part of me knew that, in this dark, dank, alien place, illuminated only by a single failing ceiling light and the neon glow of a few arcade machines, I had at last found a friend -- someone I understood, and who might understand me too.

They hugged back.

I lost that match by a very narrow margin, and as they jumped up and began dancing around and cheering ecstatically, I began to hate them. This was no friend of mine. A friend would not do this to me. After they were done dancing, they reached out to shake my hand. After a few seconds of pause, I stuck out my hand too, but didn't look at them and refused to close it around theirs as they grasped it. They shook my karate chop.

I thought that at that point, since I had lost and then lost in loser's bracket, I was free to go home. But one of the tournament organizers approached me and informed me that I was going down to sub-loser's bracket in the sub-basement of the store, and pointed me towards a descending staircase.

The people there were fewer, and it was darker. I could faintly hear sobbing in one of the corners, but as I went to investigate, another participant put his hand on my shoulder. He furrowed his brow in a look of pain and shook his head slowly.

"You can't do anything for them."

In sub-loser's bracket I went up against a man in a suit whose face was cloaked in shadow. He spammed May's dolphin move. I lost.

As I went to go back upstairs, one of the tournament organizers held out her palm to stop me, and pointed towards a staircase leading further down instead.

Going down through the levels, I lost to many interesting participants. One player played exclusively by bashing the controller against his face. One player was a mushroom with a few circuit cables clipped onto it, that I later learned was able to play because its bioelectrical signals got sent to a machine that interpreted them as fighting game inputs. One player didn't touch their controller at all, but instead just told me their life story, which was so tragic that I picked up their controller and won for them.

Finally, at the very bottom floor, where construction standards were long abandoned and the stairs and walls were just messily carved out of the earth's stone, I faced my final player. It was a small bit of metal framework, with a controller nestled in it. On it was a tiny piston that just pressed the jab button exactly once every second. I lost.

I hung my head for a moment, then said "close game" and stuck my hand out for a handshake, before remembering that I had played against a metal framework cube with a piston in it and retracting my hand slowly. Then I heard a slow clapping from the darkness.

"No neutral. No footsies."

Out of the darkness slowly walked a woman about my age, clad in a decorative poofy dress that looked more expensive than my entire life savings. She smiled at me warmly, continuing to clap slowly, but there was a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"No meter management. No mixups. No spacing. No learning. No strategy…

…You're perfect."

"Wh-what?"

"You're perfect. I absolutely must have you."

"Have me for…um…for what…"

(Her eyes went wide as her smile grew more manic.)

"WHY, MY MORON FAILSON HAREM OF COURSE."

"Um, I-I"

"Tell me, what do you do for a living? Let me guess, you work at a fast food restaurant? Or, retail?"

"No, I'm a--I'm a comic artist."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh my god, you are PERFECT. What will it take to get you."

"To-to ge--"

"You would be well taken care of, of course. 3 Michelin star dining for every meal. Only the finest, softest sweatpants and sweatshirts, pre-stained with whatever flavor of Takis your little heart desires. You would have access to the entire mansion except for the main foyer when I'm in business calls, and you could make all the comics and play all the fighting games you want."

"I'm uh--"

I knew that I had to think fast here.

"I'm already i-in a moron failson harem."

"Oh, DARN IT!! TELL ME, WHO IS IT??? WHO GOT YOU??"

"I-I think I'm not allowed to s-sa--"

She stomped her foot petulantly, her shoe clacking against the stone floor.

"WAS IT SHUXUAN?? IT'S ALWAYS SHUXUAN HOGGING ALL OF THE GOOD ONES."

"I-I'm sorry," I blurted out, shuffling along the wall to make a wide radius around her and then running up the staircase.

As I got home and began making my standard dinner of Trader Joe's microwave falafel, I thought about her offer. Maybe I should have taken her up on it after all. A 3 Michelin star meal right now wouldn't be so bad.

Then I hopped on Guilty Gear and lost 22 matches in a row.