#almost started crying reading that

[thatonesimp-e]

I LOVE THE PAPER MERCS AHHHHHHHH

THEYRE SO SILLY AND CUUUTE

Ur art style is cute too!! I can’t decide if I want to bite them or love and cherish them forever /pos

—Love, Kitsunecat :3

RAAAGHGGWHEHEDHDH

Thank you so much AAAAAAH

I try to draw them nice and crumnchy for those who like to eat art (my fellow art munchers)

Your art style is really cool too! Looks like it tastes like cotton candy :3

[peach-moths]

The pb&j screenshot redraw from 2022 I was talking about in my other post

God seeing my old art style is so weird

And of course the screenshot I redrew

Also don't expect the backgrounds to increase. In fact, the one for raph and mikey is.....minimalist at best LMAO

[seulgist]

just caught up on the most recent chapters

[arttsuka]

Based on somewhat real events

I spent way too much time drawing this...

But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you

A continuation (kinda)

[atlantis-just-drowned]

I'm crying right now

So we have Eulalie, looking gently at a doll with a damaged eye and smiling sweetly, before saying those lines :

And right after, we have the look on Pluto's face, who is eternally trying to hide his injured eye behind his strand of hair :

Yes Pluto. You're pretty in your own way. *sobs*

[just-a-lil-theatre-guy]

[ TJ hasn’t left the house in weeks. Ever since that vision, she had been in her bed, clutching her scar or just staring at herself in the mirror. They were traumatized and scared of ever leaving the house again. She cried most of the time. Sometimes she called out for her father or mother, but they knew that her parents wouldn’t come. TJ hears a knock at the door. ]

@achildwithnoname

Um, hi Aspen says awkwardly. They hadn’t seen TJ in a bit, and since she was one of the closest things Aspen had to a friend, they figured they should check up on them

[flowerakatsuka]

the flowers for the wake were lovely, weren't they?

[h0estar]

i feel like a fish in the wilderness.

nalu has overtaken my brain and nothing can stop this madness. i've read every fic i could find, saved every fanart, rewatched several episodes, downloaded edits, and it's still not enough. it's never enough. i need new nalu content or i will light myself on fire.

[snirtsnirkarts]

Hi so I’m watching Elementary for the first time ever we’ve almost finished season one, my dad and I.

HELLO WHY WAS IS HE SUCH A GOOD ACTOR WE JUST FINISHED EPISODE 22 HELP HOW COME I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN BUT HIS ACTING REALLY FUCKING TOOK MY DAMN BREATH AWAY I WAS AS SHOOK AS HE WAS.

[papers-pamphlet]

I FINALLY FINISHED READING THE RON CHERNOW ALEXANDER HAMILTON BIOGRAPHY

[hecksee]

anyone else up thinking abt the tragicness of rose and the doctor and just doctor who in general and just ufhdhsjfhksk yk

[also-c-duceusclay]

💛🌻🍯🍮✨

[chaosmenu]

soledad brother: the prison letters of george jackson

[brw]

Hank Pym taught me that there are choices beyond programming! Janet Van Dyne, that there was beauty in the smallest of people. Pietro Maximoff, that if one's father is evil, it does not mean the child must be! Clint Barton, that there is no such thing as a powerless man! And Wanda, my dear Wanda... taught me that even an android can love!

Universe X #X by Alex Ross, written by Jim Krueger and drawn by Dougie Braithwaite

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

🥀Wilted Roses🥀

I had a writing assignment in class and long story short, I wanted to write Zachary so here you go 🖤

Pairing: Zachary x MC

Tw: death, feelings of grief, Zachary being Zachary?

Zachary was silent and lost in thought as he walked down the dimly lit sidewalk. It had now been 8 years, 5 months, 27 days and 13 minutes since he had lost you. Just the thought of it made his hand clench tightly around the bouquet in his hands. How could you have just left him? He thought about it every day, every minute, every second. 

He could still hear the tires on the car screeching as he swerved to try and avoid the other car, he could still feel your lifeless body in his arms after he had crawled out of the wreckage and dragged you out. He could still taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth from his injuries. He didn’t acknowledge the paramedics when they asked him questions and tried to check him for injuries. All he could do was stare down at you lying lifeless and bloody in his arms. He didn’t care if his favorite shirt was covered in your blood as he held your body tightly to his chest. His hand had stayed intertwined with your limp one, his thumb rubbing over the matching ring you wore on your ring finger. That day was supposed to be yours and his honeymoon. He could still feel the screams and sob that came out of his throat when your body was ripped away from him by the paramedics. 

He had made sure to give you the most extravagant funeral money could buy. Anything for you. He has barely left the house ever since that day. Why would he? You were the only one he had ever loved. The light in his darkness. His muse, his life, his universe, his everything. The only people he talked to were his parents but even then he was becoming withdrawn from them like he had with everything else in life. 

How could anybody expect him to get better? He would never be able to see you smile, your tears, how cute you looked when mad. His gallery was the only thing that had held him together for so long. 

He had made sure to kill that drunk bastard long ago. He made sure to make it slow and painful, making them feel every bit of pain Zachary felt when they took you away from him.

Zachary’s thoughts were interrupted when he realized he had finally reached his destination. He knew the place by heart now as he quickly walked and weaved through the different tombstones until he finally got to the one that was covered in roses from where he brought a new bouquet every time he visited. It had to have been one of the most beautiful tombstones in the graveyard with how much money he had spent on it along with making sure the graveyard workers kept it clean and looking new.

Zachary let out a heavy sigh before speaking quietly, even if it was nighttime and nobody was around he didn’t want this moment with his love to be interrupted. “I’m back again love, how are you?” He spoke softly into the night. No response, like always but he didn’t care. Zachary bent down and placed the bouquet of roses that he had been carrying onto the front of the tombstone. Zachary just stared blankly at the tombstone afterwards, the place beside it he had already gotten ready, with his name already on there in beautiful font. He was just waiting for the day he got to join his lover and rest beside them now. And that’s what he had been doing for the past 8 years. Maybe then in the afterlife he’ll be able to hold you again, kiss you, whisper the sweet soft words and keep up with those promises he made the night before your wedding. Maybe you two could have a second wedding, even more extravagant then the ones you both had when alive if that was even possible. Zachary couldn’t help but smile at the thought as a tear dripped down his cheek from his bright blue eyes.

Zachary’s thoughts were interrupted once again by a sudden sound in the nearby woods. Someone else was here. Zachary stayed quiet as his eyes scanned along the edge of the woods when he heard a deep chirring noise. Whatever it was, it wasn’t human. Zachary had the thought of running but he looked down at the tombstone and stayed still. Perhaps this was the moment he would finally join his spouse again and see their smile. He hadn’t expected it to be this early but he would take it. As the chirring sounds got louder, Zachary’s breath got heavier. He was thinking about his parents' reaction to finding out about their son's death right over his beloved souse’s grave. Maybe he should have given them a call before visiting again. Maybe Zachary should have been a bit nicer to the shy gentleman that dropped off a package at his house today. 

The few streetlights at the front of the cemetery flickered as the chirring got even louder and Zachary could barely make something tall moving out of the front of the woods in the dark. “I’ll see you….very soon…my love.” Zachary whispered softly and shakily as he looked down at your tombstone beneath his feet. He heard the thing suddenly starting to move very quickly towards him and closed his eyes, ready to finally see you again.

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Zachary belongs to @clrdgaze.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated! ♡

Word count: 908 words.