#and im so happy for abe

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

Adler's a bad influence on everyone- even demons.

[hinamie]

i think the designs of the main cast r more or less solidified so it's time for the first not-a-sketch piece of this au featuring past and present avatars ! and their cat

jjk atla!au:

preliminary designs first year trio gojo/choso/nanami mahito/geto(?)/yuuta

[deadeery]

a memory you cherished

[trobedistic]

copy n pasting my tiktok caption actually

i feel like everyone always talks abt how in love troy is w abed (which is true he IS very in love with him, and his love is explicitly stated. cough cough epidemiology), but i don't see as many people talking about how in love abed is with troy!!!

and i think this is because his love is more subtextual than troys is. sure, he never directly tells him "i love you", but he includes troy in everything he does, hes jealous of britta when she starts dating troy, he literally hallucinated lava because troy has to sail across the world without him!!!!! he's just as in love as troy is, he's just more subtle about it

okay thats all i have to say goodbye trobed nation

[saetoru]

something that’s always been funny to me is that long fics with smut tend to do better than long fics without but it’s like. if you write a longggg 10k+ word fic with a build up and plot and sprinkle in smut at the end, people will read that long build up and pay attention to the plot in order to get to the smut. and 99% of the time the tags and comments will talk about the plot itself and the way it was written as opposed to the sex and they will ask for more or for part 2’s and as annoying as the part 2 comments can be sometimes, it also means that they focused on the plot and not the smut. but if you post that fic without the smut—as in same fic and same build up and everything, but the smuts not there, a lot of those same people will simply not give the fic a chance. it’s just funny to me bc yes, a part of it is just horniness, but also i think it’s partly that there is also some conditioning to believe that a “perfect romance” or a “perfect story” of a romance is sealed with intimacy that’s more often than not sexual in order to actually be valid. and yeah. idk. it’s an interesting thing to see from a writers perspective

[gomacave]

5p yuuram bloood twww

[horridvilecreature]

Recent Pastra fanart I still kinda like

Made these a good second ago but Ive just now thought about actually using my tumblr acc and uploading them here aswell (they did so bad on twt anywayz lmaoo)

[jack-fruit]

Alright look. As mad as I am about the constant shipbaiting and the way Nandermo as a whole is treated by the cast and writers/directors, I am willing to look past it. I will be okay with Nandermo as a super special bromance with no sex or kissing or whatever. IF

AND ONLY IF.

They actually have the goddamn BALLS to commit to it. Because Nandor's entire arc revolves around being unhappy and lonely as a vampire. He wants companionship, he wants to be loved, he wants someone he can spend his eternal life with. We can already tell Guillermo fills that role, but I want NANDOR to realize that. I want him to fucking. Tell Guillermo. That he is his person. And it can be as platonic and chaste as the showrunners goddamn please as long as it happens. Because anything less would mean none of the character development Nandor underwent in the past 5 seasons would matter.

I'm already not happy with the direction they're going with making Guillermo human, but I can understand it. Guillermo thought being a vampire would solve all his life problems and make him happy, just like Nandor thought traveling would, thought getting married would, thought ANYTHING he's done would make him truly happy. They are two sides of the same fucked up coin, and their arcs are so inherently tied together that they HAVE to stick together. Because anything less would fall flat.

[itsjust-meman]

boyfriends who narrowly avoided getting tragically separated

🤝

boyfriends who weren't as lucky

[ping-ski]

not enough people talk about "dont turn the lights off" ngl. this song + the daycare theme song have been ON LOOP for me. on loop while i draw. on loop while i do chores and cook. on loop while i work. on loop if i need to concentrate on something- no ANYTHING. it's such a comfort to me. this song has a DEATH GRIP on me. WHIMSY UNMATCHED. you don't understand how much this song fuels me to keep creating DCA content for myself ohhh my god.

"lights on" doesn't even compare for me (WHICH OFC i like the song + with the recent release of "best friend" im still giddy)

which, i feel the need to add, this song is pivotal for my motivation to write EBY (wip dca fic im working on rn). like idk i feel invincible when this song plays ig lmao.

[maneaterm1a]

proposal: vampire abed x werewolf troy. im so obsessed with anytime they stay late at greendale and its just them in the dark. what if they go out together when the moon is full. and troy protects abed from sunlight and garlic and stuff when they're out in the day. what if they kissed covered in blood. loving each other at their worst and most beautiful

[russellius]

A day with nature

[sepiamestus]

Don't worry, he doesn't bite.

[peach-fiz]

Goddam sorry for too many questions about Orel and Christina but i really LOVE your latest post GODDDDDD

Please I need more about them in your art style BSVXVJDJDJ

Maybe...Them Eating ice-cream or whatever you want! :D

HEHEHEHEH THANK U SO SO MUCH PLS SEND MORE ASKS I LOVE THEM-

Orel and Christina and their smol unnamed son eating ice cream on a Saturday afternoon >:3

[zombiiefactory]

“ Decomp “ the Field Mouse

ever wonder who cleans up all the splatters and insane messes left behind from the horrors the rest of the tree friends go through daily?

this old bastard.

name: “ decomposition “ or “ decomp “ for short ( he can not remember his bio name )

age: 82

gender: male ( he/him )

occupation: decomp/hazardous waste clean-up/organ dealer

[ this is filled with various headcanons/canon-divergence please keep in mind ]

decomp has a love hate relationship with the few citizens that inhabit tree town. watching them grow aging into fine adults yet also still hating the stupid ways they seem to find themselves getting into painful situations. though, sometimes having compassion knowing most of these horrific experiences aren’t their faults and are just trapped in the clutches of the curse that grip them so tightly.

tree town is cursed by a wicked old man who thought of himself as a god back in the 1700s. a disgusting depraved individual who do anything he want feeling he deserve it.

the townspeople hated him. finding this beast insufferable, they sent him to death. he threaten they never be rid of him, they’ll all pay for their actions. they’ll all pay for not worshiping him as their savior. what the residents hadn’t known, was that this monster was an incredibly powerful witch. teaching himself magic for years. sickened by the way no one respected his work. upon being slain, his soul transfer into a small ancient idol. planning this from the start. planning they never see the end of him.

soon residents would end up falling to twisted fates. twisted and mutilated one by one. yet, the next day wake up in bed completely fine. though their corpses litter the fields they live. many were terrified, fleeing the town as fast as possible. few stayed even if it resulted in constant painful deaths, they hadn’t the money nor will to leave their lands behind.

bodies piled up higher and higher, the streets reeking of decay. the neighboring towns catching this putrid wind growing angrier with each passing day. they were impossible to bury at this point, the numbers rised as plots stretched thin. burning them made the smell worse and dumping them in the rivers/lakes polluted the water. they were quickly finding themselves at a loss.

there was hope, however. from a neighboring town came a charitable civilian who decided with what equipment he had to help clean/dispose of the dead properly. it was a hard and unforgiving job but paid off in the end. the tree town folk thanked endlessly. this generosity did not to unnoticed, specifically by the idol who hated someone making the tree towners happy. the kind decomposition volunteer began to be mercilessly maimed by freak “accidents” every time he stepped foot on these grounds. to the point, he had no drive to help. the memory of the pain was too much. soon he left. leaving the town to itself.

the decomposition worker just couldn’t stop thinking about the town no matter how much he tried however. asking around and finding out bits and pieces how this whole ordeal even started. making rounds out to citizens who fled for their safety. gathering enough bits and pieces to make predictions, most evidence leading back to the death of the tactless god and his threats.

he soon learn about the dead mans dark secrets even finding his home, a bit hard as he was a hermit on the outskirts but once there found his sacred resting spot.

what an ugly face that little statue had.

the decomp specialist could feel a strong presence being harbored in that thing. giving himself to it, he bring an offering bowing to the artifact how it truly wanted. like a god.

from then on, the specialist be allowed to enter the town freely and help the residents as long as he always came back and gave himself to his fickle “god”.

the curse never did go away even decades later and the worker grow old, unable to work as fast he could years previous. decided his job was coming to an end, recruited a much younger helper to aid and eventually take the position over.

then that worker grew old and found a replacement.

then that replacement grew old and let in a new assistant.

centuries later, this practice still continue. we make it back to todays time. currently the man in charge is “decomp”, the field mouse.

cleaning up the residents messes for nearly 60 years. day in and day out.

observing and watching their every move from cameras discretely hidden about. every night going in and removing bodies and bits so everything will be perfect in the morning. he never interacts with any of the residents, none of them even know of his existence. mostly because he doesn’t live here either. he has no need to get close to any of them though.

the history of tree town has been slightly erased throughout the decades. every mention of the idol has been forgotten. when people die, they simply forget it ever happened instantly. a new addition to the curse that not even the decomp workers can figure out. when any residents are questioned about the rumor of the ailment, they haven’t a single clue and just stare like you’re crazy.

good, since no one needs to go poking around at things they shouldn’t be.

that is until one day, a new resident moves in from out of town eager to solve the mystery. an anteater named sniffles. learning/hearing the many rumors about this creepy place decided he was going to be the one to figure everything out and put an end to it.

asking around, he of course got the exact same puzzled reaction.

sniffles quickly learned the horrors really were true being completely taken aback when the person he just saw mangled in the streets just yesterday was now walking around today perfectly fine. he needed to get to the bottom of this.

one night whilst scraping toothy off a tree, decomp was startled by a nasally voice chirping up behind him. decomp and sniffles had finally met face to face -or face to gas mask. the anteater was filled to the brim with questions almost bubbling over the top. before he could even ask a single one, decomp spray sniffles in the face with an incapacitating agent causing the anteater to pass out immediately waking up safe at home sharply in the morning.

but sniffles was left with a single gift, a small card with a phone number written very neatly and nothing else.

sniffles was a bit groggy and had very little memory of what happened the night before, something in him drove the incentive to give it a call.

he spoke with decomp, an older slower voice filled with wheezes and coughs filled the receiver. their conversation was brief, directly to the point. they exchanged names and when to meet in person. that was it.

the two meet days later at sniffles’ home. sitting down together over tea. sniffles having a notepad locked and loaded with a pen ready to jot down the most important details. decomp explained he knows sniffles understands the carnage that tree town creates and how even the anteater himself remember every fate he find himself in. decomp also explains his job and how important it is to keep the residents in the dark blissfully ignorant. most importantly, the mouse also leave out every part about the idol not needing sniffles to get anywhere near that.

he say his goodbyes early despite the anteater’s plea for more information for he wasn’t allowed to lollygag in town for very long without consequence so they parted. sniffles was thankful for what he was given but deep down knew there had to be something more. there just had to be an answer.

decomp would watch sniffles every now and then not too worried about him doing anything stupid. yet somehow the anteater fly a little too close to the sun digging closer to things he shouldn’t be where decomp come -breaking into his home waiting for sniff to come back and get a stern talking to. warned not to stick his snout in places it doesn’t belong. warned not to anger the “beast” that control all their fates. threatened if he dare disturb the wicked one, decomp will come and treat sniffles to an even worse fate by his own hand.

their mutual relationship turn sour faster than either expect.

decomp constantly warning sniffles and sniff constantly ignoring each time. so entrapped in his studies, hardheaded and unwilling to let anyone get in his way.

he become a thorn in decomp’s old back.

misc info !!!

decomp never takes off his gas mask while working and is completely geared up. he wears his coat while off the job

his ears, face, hands, & tail are riddled with chemical burns. the large burn on his face affecting his eye was a slip-up after knocking a bucket and it splashing back

his best friend is the mole !! mole also moved to tree town after retirement so isnt affected by the curse remembering all the death he goes through, this is one of the reasons for this friendship. they can both openly talk about it and dec doesnt have to hide anything ( also the fact mole cant see really adds onto that )

wheezes/coughs all the time. sometimes he coughs up blood into his handkerchief but does nothing about it knowing its the inevitable result of breathing in toxic fumes for years

though the idols hidden home is destroyed fallen to the elements and the artifact does still exist underground, decomp has had this information passed down to him and still brings offerings as many many have for generations

decomp has a giant idol shrine in his home

the symbol worn around his neck is the idols and is seen as a secret sacred symbol among the various decomposition workers

decomp does not get paid for this job nor is it technically seen as a “job”. its still considered charity work. he makes money by selling organs on the black market

mostly drives around in a large white van filled to the brim with many supplies, normally has many bodies stacked in the back by the end of the night

has purposely murdered giggles after she took a picture of him while he was working. it took days to delete the evidence as she sent it to many people

the sleeping gas he use on the daily is a special recipe also passed down from generations. a concoction used to not only knock out the affected persons but also blurs the memory erasing any knowledge of what happened within a certain timeframe. every witness gets this treatment

absolutely despises splendid and dreads everytime he attempts to “save” tree town

the camera system around town is incredibly old put up before decomps current takeover. his only addiction was updating the surveillance making them more modern and useful. the system is directly connected to the large monitoring room in his home

has/will slap a corpse is this mess was all their fault

knows everyones secrets

not a big fan of lumpy, flippy, or nutty

absolutely tired of picking up nuttys jaw from various places

hates when cro-marmot is involved in any scene. usually has to sit and melt him all night long

has his own assistant in training named “ sticky “

considers the tree town residents his weird family

[oldsqiued]

have some black and white doodles! thisll be the last post i make on this blog, since im gonna be switching to another one^^