#Was gonna colour this but got lazy

[nyssasatelier]

Based on text post from @sarnai4

Guys send them to me or tag me in the reblogs or comment sections of your favorite text posts! So I know which ones you want to see drawn!

[total-drama-brainrot]

if youre still doing requests, oughhhhh pls do gweathney plss they've invaded my brain and your artstyle fucking rocks. a small suggestion tho, you need to draw characters more eepy (like Psycho!Noah). let them be wacky and goofy

-@gweathney-propaganda

Glad to hear you like my artstyle! (Inconsistent as it is. 🙊)

The only person eepy here is me, but I'll keep in mind that people want to see characters being more... expressive?

[lokiina]

Boop.

[chiquilines]

Mina costume redesign!! Hate her original costume so so much like actually what the fuck was horikoshi thinking

[saym0-0]

my cat drumbot brian

[bloodymarymorstan]

Ed + purple sky

[dipndotz]

hi guys

[ittybittybumblebee]

request

monkey but with a grandpa vibe

[faellustrations]

performance

[ID: Halfbody digital art of Nikolai Gogol from Bungo Stray Dogs, done in creams, whites, oranges, blues, and browns. Nikolai looks down at the viewer with a mischievous grin, the top part of his face in shadow. He is lit from the top, a spotlight behind him, and his cape flies up around him. He holds one arm in front and the other behind. Five blue swirl things surround his head. End ID]

[strawberriesshi]

たこやき

[sammeez]

Spent way to much time on this, but I think I’ve finalised my OC :D She still has the freckles, stubby eyebrows and ranga hair just changed her body shape and the outfit she wears. Pretty proud at how the hands turned out and the legs (like dear god why are calfs so hard to draw T-T), probably gonna use her for other fandoms just change the outfit and hair style ✨because I’m lazy ✨

Quick run down since my writings quite shocker >.>

Name, height, and pronouns: Sam Hipkins, 5’ 9.5” (says the .5 matters), she/her

Likes:

Anything mango scented or flavoured

Cooking and baking

Body contortion

Climbing

Dogs (specifically Pugs)

Close friends and family

Video games and anime

Fried chicken bagels

Dislikes:

Tomatoes, pickles, and olives

Breaking promises

Bad B/O and breath

Needles

Egotistical people

Hypocrites

Bullies

Anyone who hurts her loved ones

Personality Inspiration:

Ameri, Erza, Tomo-Chan, and Shikimori

Strong and protective

Competitive

Mum friend (ya need something? She has it!)

Always willing to help

Can look unaprochable at first glance but when you get to know her she very loving, supportive, and bubbly

Easy to fluster with sweet acts and words

Quite passionate and what she likes

Petty

Also here’s another art piece with Sam and Chad from @heart-hunted!! Got a bit carried away with the butterflies as I saw TOO much white space so I just drew random wing shapes lolol. My criticism for this is Chads hand looks a bit funny bc it looks like there’s no wrist and his muscles are a bit blocky .—. BUT OVERALL I supa proud of both piecesssss ^_^

[fresasparaelrey]

Lyrics as heard in Swedish (+ English translation):

Hur är ni då att va med? (How are you then to join in?)

Alla önskar ni se (Everyone (is) wishing you see)

Igen (Again)

Vem älskar mig? (Ja mig) (Who loves me? (Yes me))

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(Bridge) Rör & för O-a-a! (Pipes and for O-a-a!)

Å Vera hurå? la-la! (And Vera how? La-la!)

Ja vill! (I want (to))

Till den Melodi! (To that Melody)

(Uwau uwau)

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(Refrain) Ja med! Planera hur! (Me too! Planning how!)

Ja men jag når ej åt hör. (Yeah but I can't reach towards hear(ing))

Lawl, bli inte själv! (Lawl, don't become alone!)

När ni i karantän! (When you in quarantine!)

(Uh-uwah! Uh-uwah!) x2

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Det plaskar över oss då (It splashes over us then)

Det kommar rassla då (It's gonna scramble(metallic) then)

Tio (Ten)

Vi tar ryggen igen. (We take the back again.)

(Uwau)

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(Bridge)

Dårkod! (Fool code!)

(Refrain)

(Refrain)

(Uh-uwah! Uh-uwah!) x2

(Refrain)

(Refrain)

“Caramelldansen” with every second beat removed

[marlmrom]

I‘m done waiting I’ve known about manifesting almost three years and one year about the void state.

What the fuck have I been doing with this knowledge.

The 3d reflects the 4d. And I’m too lazy for fucking imagining and persisting.

Not doing anything with the knowledge we got is pathetic.

Persisting in the old story is PATHETIC!

After finding out about the law it’s our choice how we put that to use.

I’m tired of living in the old story!

You mean to tell me I can have anything I imagine and I just choose not to??

That’s fucked up.

I don’t even need anything to get what I want but me and MYSELF!? Nothing else is needed.

Manifesting isn’t a process, it can be if you want it to be or think of it as such. But that’s because you decide to make it a process? Once you tell yourself you got it in imagination the 3d is gonna reflect that because it is true and it hasn’t a choice. This isn’t about luck or something it’s about you! You decide and as you say it goes! It can’t change it course unless you change it!

Think of it as a ship. You wanna sail north and as the captain you decide it’s going north! If you decide to change your mind you’ll sail the way you want to! And if a sails men (intrusive thought) tells you it’s easier this way you tell him no it isn’t. You’re the captain for a reason, it’s because you know best and you give the final word. What you decide on happens.

Think about all the cars you could’ve driven, all the vacations you could’ve done, all the clothes you could’ve worn and all the pictures you could’ve taken of yourself just doing what you like.

Or think about all the things you could revise?

That s/o saying he doesn’t like you? Done. He just asked you out last month.

Always wanted to go to idk maybe Bali? Done. You were just there.

Bad grades? Done. Never had any bad grades.

Failed driving test? Done. You’ve gotten your license and passed with flying colours a while ago.

Want to bring someone back into your life? Done. You saw them just a week ago.

It’s so simple! Drowning here in tumblr blogs? That’s just you feeding off on dopamine.

What is better reading success stories or writing them? It’s a simple answer and a simple way.

Don’t get what you want because there’s nothing to get it’s already yours!

Have it. Embrace it.

[k9wa]

⟁ 7:14 PM ft BOOTHILL.

⠀ — braiding his hair bc my brain is rotting and i miss him.

⚠︎ fluff, thats really it, mechanic!reader but its not really relevant, suggestive if you squint and cover one eye and hang upside down. gn reader, wc 860.

boothill's head was lulled back between a pair of soft, comfy thighs, eyes a content and lazy half lidded as he felt some familiar calloused and precise fingers detangling little pieces of his hair. the sun was almost down past the horizon, and the last few warm rays peeking out left the room hued a gentle orange colour, its two inhabitants bathing in it.. 

he felt a slight tug here and there as you worked your magic, taking the knots out of those long white locks with patient fingers.

“you have such pretty hair.”

you mused quietly, combing out another strand with your nails. boothill's lips tugged up lightly in a gentle smirk— a hint of pride washing over him. he was a bigger sucker for praise than he’d ever admit.

“well, it’s gotta look good if it’s gonna match th’rest of me.” he drawled, voice a low rumble filled with a certain ease that rarely surfaced— well, rarely with others, anyway. he received a playful tug of his hair in response.boothill leaned back a bit more, trying to catch a glimpse of your endearing focussed expression.

he was slowly melting against your deft fingertips, silently whirring internals mimicking the quiet purr of a cat as you twirled a piece around your finger. 

“can i braid it?” you asked simply, already sectioning out a few strands at the top. 

“do whatever you want, sugar.” he granted with a little shrug, smirk still playing on his lips. “reckon a braid’ll help keep it from flyin’ into my eyes so much.”

he felt the rhythmic crossing of each strand as you began to braid, every brush of your nails against his scalp sending a pleasant shiver right through his wires.

“y’know,” he opened, voice still that gravely tone you could never get enough of. “ain’t nobody else i’d sit still for like this.” he admitted, brashness taking a backseat to give way to a tenderness reserved for one person only.

“yeah?” you smiled a bit, continuing to braid. “just for me, huh?”

boothill couldn’t help but let out a scruff, throaty chuckle, vibrations running through his chest.“just for you, darlin’.” he echoed.

 “you’ve got a magic touch, i s’ppose,” his eyes shut briefly. “could get used to this.”

the melodic and methodic movements of your fingers were earnestly making him drowsy, a soothing lullaby that laced and weaved around him in the same patterns as his hair. 

“like being pampered?” you teased playfully, earning a chuckle from him.

“you just got a way of makin’ a man feel real special. that’s all.”

your fingers kept slowly crossing and twisting strands.

“you should let me curl it some day,” you suggested, amusing yourself with the thought of him dawning a bunch of puffy ringlets. “you’d look like ‘genti.”

boothill's low laughter echoed quietly in the room, a deep sound that harmonised with your own. 

“now that’d be somethin’ to see,” he admitted with a playful scoff. “ol’ boothill with curls bouncin’ around like some dandy.”

he shook his head as he pictured it, and you had to flick his cheek to remind him to look straight.

“i'd sport some curls if it meant i get to see you smilin’.”

you smiled fondly at that, taking a small hair tie and wrapping it around the tail of his braid.

“you’re sweeter than you let on.” you reached around to fix his bangs a little bit. 

“there.” you tilted his head up a bit to look at him, feigning shock. “well, ain’t you pretty?”

hearing his own southern drawl echoed back to him made the cowboy snort. “ain’t i just the belle of the ball now?”

boothill's hand instinctively reached back to feel your handiwork, prosthetic fingers tracing along the weaves of his hair.

“mighty fine job, sugar plum.” he commended, turning around to face you on his knees, hands sliding up your thighs until they met behind your back in a careful hug around your waist. he looked up at you— really looked at you, that mushy softness in him pushing out through the cracks you always left in his defences. 

“thanks, darlin’.” he said quietly, those red cruciform pupils locked in on your own. “means more’en you might know, you spendin’ your time fussin’ over me like this.”

the cyborg’s head fell comfortably down in your lsp, nuzzling into you.

“i think fussing over you is a full time job,” you teased lightly, a smile evident in your voice. “not that i mind.”

one of your hands traced the mechanical connections of his arm, all the way up until your fingers gave a gentle brush to his cheek.

boothill let out a breathy chuckle, some air fanning across your tummy. his fingers, a soothing and smooth cool metal, traced little shapes along your lower back.

“well, i reckon i oughta start payin’ you overtime for such dedication.” he quipped quietly, demeanour playful yet earnest as always.

“paying me to start might be better.” you gave a playful pinch to his cheek.  

“i got a few ideas for how i can pay ya,” he teased back, giving a little nip to your thigh.

⠀ MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[akanemnon]

Hii

Ermmm idkwhat the sigma is going on the the other script like lore and story wise but the designs look cool so i drew them. Also i like the detail that their bandages are eachother's colours like idk. Also after adding shadow to kris.... they kinda look evil???? Like mean??? They arent like making fun of frisk or anything tho theyre geniunely smiling. Also i was too lazy to send the colour refrences to myself so the colours are defintley off and idk how relevant their looks(and how similar they look) are so i kinda drew in my own hc designs. Idk anyways im kinda yapping a lot but i think they cool. In the other script designs they look a lot more dishevled depresso expresso so idk what happen to them mabye they got like stranded in the void or sumthing improbable tho because theres no moss in the void. No but my point is i guess kris would be like a lot more weathered?? Like tired. And frisk too but they would still try to put a smile on their face and happiness beam kris. Idk im speculating idk if theres other other script content on here explaining more stuff but im gonna submit this before i check. This is alotta words idk bye