#april fools haha

[sageokami]

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS EXCEPT THE PRANK IS I FORGOT MOTHWING HAD BROWN EYES WHOOPS

[gentlerubz]

Fan art I drew of RuPaul (from The Weakest Link) dying in a glue trap

[ssreeder]

You lie? You lie to fragile heart? You tell him there'll be a new chapter and then disappear? You dangle nice treat in front of fragile heart? A thousand deaths to author for lying to fragile heart!

Or however the miette thing went, i don't remember well

Anyways can you believe i almost forgot to subscribe to know when you update bc of the desperation? Ha

-Fragile heart

OMGGGGG i did lie!!! Hahaha fragile heart anon the FIRST thing I thought of when I woke up was ahhhh fuck I lied to my new buddy.

I seriously fell asleep. Haha. But I’ll have it up today even though I know you won’t believe me because my pants are on fire but ahhhhhh I’m going to do it I promise <3

(It’s 19k so am I forgiven? Cause that’s like two updates…)

[homuraholic]

it'll be okay hameru, the boops are coming

[waywardstation]

*Boops Ingo* 🐾

With no warning, the weird teenager runs up to you at the training grounds while holding up her baggy polecat so it can boop you on the nose with its paw. What do you do?

[mysteriousmissme]

does everything just parallel with the pilot these days or;;

i think this au was just to remind us that eventually mitsukou has to separate, and they can never really be together because it just isn’t in their fate, no matter if they try to break it. just look at everyone else who tried to change their own fate..

[mosaickiwi]

Little "Love" Notes

Angel should really tell someone if they think somebody’s breaking in but instead they do… this? For some reason.

very good idea

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Quiet and quick as could be, [REDACTED] slowly opened your window by the fire escape. He climbed in carefully, a little astonished that you still weren’t bothering to lock it after all these months. Their boots hardly made a sound as he took practiced steps over the hardwood floor of your apartment and headed straight to the kitchen. He didn’t need to see to know which floorboards would creak or groan underfoot.

Just as they expected, the usual sight that had him even more excited to go on his now almost nightly break-ins was there to greet him. A handful of hastily scrawled, bright pink sticky notes were slapped across various surfaces.

At some point or another you'd gotten sick of things going missing. Sure, most of them turned up after a while—and always right where you thought you'd left them—but even still it annoyed you. So you started leaving silly messages for your supposed burglar. He chose to read them as love notes.

“Don't take anything in here you BITCH I'll be so mad!!” screamed one from its place on a kitchen cabinet. Your writing there was a little illegible from how fast you surely wrote it, but he found it endearing.

Another, on the side of some faded plastic-ware read, “I made these cookies for a friend but a lot of them came out wrong. You may have the burnt ones.”

“Give that ugly red shirt back it doesn't belong to me.” That was the last one he could find in the room for now, left on top of the counter next to the notepad and pen you always used.

As much as he wished to, the hacker usually didn’t respond for fear of confirming your needless worries. They'd never want to harm you like a real burglar. But he always followed the instructions when he could. And he could do some of those tonight.

Since you'd so nicely asked, he left the bottom cabinet alone. They already knew what you kept in there anyway. He wouldn’t tell a soul.

He took a few burnt cookies out of the container left on the counter—not enough that you'd notice. Some to eat once he left, and one to keep. It was another thing you offered up to him, after all. 

But the sorry excuse of a shirt that your (worst) childhood friend had left behind was long gone. [REDACTED] had already given it a much needed vacation to the bottom of Lake Bluemoss, along with some other items that Leon had dared to leave among your belongings.

With the notes in the kitchen mostly taken care of, he set off towards your laundry closet. Only to find the small sliding door in the hallway closed shut with a note of its own smack dab in the middle. 

“Please don't take my comfy clothes anymore :c I know you always give them back but it'll be getting cold soon!! You don’t want me freezing in the middle of the night, do you? Won't you forgive me? Pretty please? ♥ ♥”

Mind going a mile a minute, [REDACTED] had to read your beautiful handwriting again and again as if decoding a different language. Those tiny, black inked hearts at the end of the note were all he could understand in the moment. Your sweetly written, pleading love letter finally sunk in once he managed to shake away the haze you’d unknowingly swept him into.

This one was a risk that he was willing to take. Of course they wanted you to be comfortable. He gently peeled the note off so it wouldn’t tear, and folded it away to tuck into his jeans.

Then, the dark haired man began to tug his favorite hoodie up and over his shoulders.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

You lazily pulled the folding door open in search of a blanket. It was just a little bit colder for some reason when you woke up this morning, so you needed something to keep you cozy while you waited for Violet to come over later that afternoon. You reached up to the middle shelf where you normally kept extra blankets, but something just below it caught your eye.

A huge, black hoodie sat folded on top of the pile of clean towels you forgot to take care of days ago.

You didn't recognize it, but it had to belong to one of your friends, right? They all formed a habit of leaving stuff with you once you moved back to town. Jae still hadn’t picked up the roller skates he got for Maple—they were only used the one time.

Ignoring the blanket you meant to grab, you picked up the hoodie and slipped it on. The giant thing practically swallowed you, sleeves enveloping your hands and the hem falling well past your hips. The garish horror design that decorated its front didn't seem to be anything your friends were into, either.

But it was warmer than you thought possible. Plus, it smelled nice, like cherries and a little familiar comfort of something you couldn't place. Whoever it belonged to surely wouldn't mind if you kept it for a while.

You didn't bother to spare it another thought and hurried off to check the kitchen. Hopefully the cookies you'd painstakingly baked yesterday were still there.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Happy birthday, Anthony! I just finished drawing this on April Fools and thought it fits. What better thing to post today than some queerplatonic Radioapple tomfoolery? And the fact that Angel Dust invited himself in it is just one big beautiful bonus! So please enjoy! -Bubbly 💙

[beeguillotine]

Happy Very Normal Miriam Monday!!!

[petracozbi]

DNDads fans logging onto Tumblr on april 1st like:

[lunaryhues]

Finally figured out how to draw funny frog in a way i like

[tsuchinokoroyale]

I’m str8 now btw no more gay shit for me only heterosexual appreciation of these pics is allowed

Yes she is my wife please don’t tell Disney

[nyaworld-askblog]

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[artpepkin]

We anons must gibe nym the boops tooo >:)

Anon army arise we must give nym the boops

Its so over

Nym belongs to me

[ca-3]

P5 Joker visiting other video games again, I guess 🃏

I don't think I've posted these here either? But more dumb twt stuff lol