#god Im tired

[really-burnt-toast]

Redesigning my COTL cast pt.1

HAHA I'm finally done! I only made busts tho bc Im lazy and Im not putting myself through drawing a size chart... YET.

It WILL come, just so I can show pretty outfits and show how ridiculous Leshy's hight is LOL

If you see any spelling mistakes, please ignore them <3

(more info and rambling under cut)

Here I'll write some more things relating to each character;

Lamb

Born in Darkwood to a single mother, their mom had named them Mellia after the flowers that grow there, since they had aided in striving off an illness she had during the pregnancy.

The Lamb grew up pretty happily despite being on the run. Their mother was eventually caught whilst they made an escape. During their years of hiding, they broke their leg during one particularly risky escape and were caught not long after.

Their number is 1.600.666 because I keep making a connection between Darkwood and Germany's Schwartzwald - there are 1.6 million sheep in Germany - so I decided to have that be the approximate number. 666 was just added for fun.

Their ear was tagged to keep track of how many sheep were caught in which realm. They just so happened to be the last to be executed. By mere coincidence.

They were born without horns and kinda made the crown shape into a set. It has the benefit that they can rip em off and use them as impromptu weapons.

Due to centuries of being treated as a tool for a prophecy and merely a vessel, their self esteem is downright horrid. Whilst they don't condone followers speaking ill of them, they pretty much let Narinder trample on their feelings up until they had snapped one day. In the end it did help them both, but it wasn't great it had to be taken to that point.

Extra: I added the vitiligo because when I imagine a human version, I couldn't help but see them as having Vitiligo. Their leg limp was made after I thought it would make them look more imposing seeing someone "weak" suddenly pull out a giant hammer.

Narinder

Found within a burning village under rubble, clutching a crown as war raged around them. He was found by Shamura and taken in.

He was the first to create resurrection and back then it was an EXTREMELY taxing ritual. It would require his own godly flesh to beckon people back to life - thus it would literally cause his skin and flesh to melt off his bones. Now that's not needed anymore but his body is still weak to it, meaning during certain stress factors, he can still become skeletal. He doesn't have scarring from it, but gained some cool markings.

He was bound by his arms, torso and neck - all of which are scarred. In the afterlife he was perpetually sitting, causing him to be paralyzed from the waist down. Once he was usurped he had to regain his ability to walk and was taken care of by the Lamb.

He was in a catatonic state for many years and it only got better gradually with many setbacks. For years he never left the bed and by the time his Siblings had been rescued, he had barely started going outside. He was also suffering from chronic pains which wasn't really helpful.

He's also very... Temperamental. It took him just as long to say anything nice to the Lamb and it took him extra long to see them as more than his vessel.

Extra: I changed his markings to be more like I had imagined them. The catatonic trait and chronic pain was added after the update and I remember how horrible it was having tendonitis and I wanted to channel my distaste into Narinder.

Shamura

Found and raised by the last gods, they weren't the greatest sibling. They may have taken in the others but it took them a long time to be anything other than cold. With Kallamar, Shamura was distant and strict - then with Narinder they attempted to be less harsh after the kid started crying himself to sleep. With Heket and Leshy they got less and less cold. They tried their best, they'd argue.

They got carried away by their feelings as they had feared at the start and that's when the first prophecy came to them. They had kept it hidden for way too long until the balance of the crown's powers were ripping at the seams due to Narinder's pursuit in power - and they made a decision. They had told Kallamar first. Then Heket and Leshy were brought in.

Stuff happened. Now they are barely coherent and at most have an hour or two at a time where they seem to make sense. Leshy stays with them the most. Kallamar takes care of them. Heket takes care of the rest. Their skull is caved in, they lost an eye and limbs - some of the damages can't be hidden by bandages.

There's also this thing that their crown keeps getting out of control whilst trying to keep their mind stable - sometimes they'll get startled - attempt to form a weapon and instead end up with their arm speared through. They have scarring all over their body from it.

Upon recruitment they are pretty overwhelmed. Their crown can't stop them from breaking anymore and they have gotten so used to godhood that mortality now feels like they are literally rotting alive. They can feel their body wasting away.

Only after getting their relic back do they start becoming more independent and stable. They nowadays go through some sort of rehab to try and regain their sense of self.

Extra: Not much was added. I wanted to give them Glasses but I can't for the life of me draw them with a pair... So Ill just say they have them but not show them LOL

Kallamar

His past is basically forgotten. It sorta slipped away since he hadn't deemed it fit to be remembered. At first he had MANY fights with Shamura, then it ceased after a confrontation turned violent which left him with a bad scar.

He had to take care of his younger siblings whilst coming to terms with godhood - filling in whenever Shamura wasn't physically or mostly emotionally unavailable. For a long time he was the only one that could comfort his ailing siblings. Dealing with that sort of made him pretty easily agitated.

When Shamura proposed the plan, he had been hesitant - but ultimately didn't say anything.

Now he takes care of his siblings medically. He hates himself more than he hates anyone else and as much as he is quick to condemn and betray Shamura - he is also quick to condemn himself. Though maybe not as enthusiastically or openly.

He likes to compensate. Giving gifts to request forgiveness - grand displays of favoritism or mainly decking himself and his multiple spouses out with Jewels. He still keeps his wedding rings around his neck and his earring references his siblings.

Funnily enough, he caused the least troubles to the Lamb. They could argue he even seemed relieved after a short while of staying in the cult.

Extra: Added Jewelry and two tentacles because he looked naked without them.

Heket

Loudmouth frog that when found with her crown, she started trying to fight Shamura - insulting whatever parent they had. She kept threatening to poison them too.

In the lineup of her siblings, she was often the one who took the sidelines. If she was happy, she was left alone. If she was displeased, she'd let herself known. The most uncomplicated of the siblings.

You'd almost miss how every other bishop would seek her out when help was needed. While Shamura helped with godhood and Kallamar with emotional needs - Heket was a good person to pester with anything else. She'd handle it - just let big sis do it. Even if she was the second youngest - it's funny how even Kallamar and Narinder would occasionally use the nickname.

Then when everyone else was dealing with their wounds, she picked up the pace and kept their respective cults from falling apart. She handled Silk cradle until Shamura could - helped with Darkwood and took over Anchordeep when Kallamar was tending to the others. No problem.

She was still loud when entering the cult. Not as much as her brother - but she loved to cause scenes. Her muteness didn't seem to hinder her at all with that. She's not allowed near knives but somehow can handle axes?

Her temper problems don't get better. She just stops being an asshole about it.

She prefers having scarfs covering her neck bandages whilst they're all bloody and disgusting.

Extra: Nothing because Heket is already perfect.

Leshy

Literally a weird insect that kept clinging to the crown until it grew big enough to hold in one hand. It bit anything that got close and by the time Shamura found it - he had started eating small critters.

And god, he kept growing and growing until he wasn't a small worm in Shamura's hand but literally too big to fit through most doors. They suspected he'd grow until the end of time. Or well, now since his crown is gone.

He never listens. He screams for fun and overshares the worst details to the point he manages to break his siblings into just accepting anything he talks about. They can't even scold him or punish him since Leshy always finds a way to make things worse for anyone else but himself.

He also copies everyone. First it was Heket's tone. Then it was Narinder's behavior - now he started growing flowers and vine braids to make fun of Kallamar and his antlers were at first a crude mimic of Shamura's pedipalps and now they grow vines to be similar to the jewels hanging from them. He refuses to acknowledge doing so.

He's very clingy. After locking away Narinder, he stayed with Shamura every day until they were out of bed rest. He follows his siblings around and when he does give them a second to breathe - hes probably laying around in Darkwood instead of doing anything productive. He does tends to plants occasionally, but he prefers "to let chaos do its thing" - as if that means anything.

He makes for a great gardener after he stopped trying to break everything upon recruitment. And once he got over growling at every living thing - he actually became one of the most well liked people living there.

Leshy knows exactly what someone needs and somehow finds a way to achieve that with the littlest of efforts. It's the thought that counts.

Extra: Braid and vines because I thought Leshy would look cute with it.

Special: The 4 bishops all wear old faith themed robes, but Shamura got the elder clothes for comfort and Leshy kept tearing his clothes apart so he is not permanently excluded from having any special outfits as punishment. Narinder wears fancy robes (who happen to be loose and warm while being special - otherwise he'd complain)

The Lamb wears one of the leaked fleeces since I loved the red riding hood aesthetic.

In the end this turned more into biographies than actual explanations but its 3:30am, Im sleep deprived and I wanted to get my thoughts out because I start having memory problems again YIPPEE

[lemm-moxx]

1:30 AM doodle #19 (glufykdtjrsh god i love drawing baggy clothes )

(Error created by CrayonQueen)

[silk-o]

And if I say Caitvi was detrimental to Arcane as a whole?

[doppel-doodles]

"Hehehe. C'mon sweetheart no need ta look so shot-ed."

Enjoy an unfinished flirty Fell doodle as art block is blocking rn and my energy tank is running close to empty;w;

One day I'll finish it and my fell!Papyrus sketch istg-

Want more of this? Here are UT! Sans and Papyrus

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 3 ft. Horrortale

Its 3 am- This... this is over 3k words.... I'm both cooking and cooked apparently bc this is even longer and more detailed than the last part, I honestly dont know what came over me. The ending is a bit rushed and im posting this half asleep and barely able to make sense of whether or not any of this is actually good but i wanted to post it before going off to sleep - i do hope you enjoy it though, even if by this point im not sure you can call it an anti harem... maybe ill explore that bit more in the next part.... (p.s. i would love love looove to hear you guy's thoughts on what ive cooked up here so please leave a comment if youre inclined to <3)

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It had been a few weeks since the attack on the monster settlement and your work kept you busy. Black and Mutt had both been a welcome new change as far as your experience in monsters went, the three of you seemed to grow closer by the day - sharing the mutual burdens of your job whenever you had any amount of free time. You and Black formed a good professional relationship, often sharing insights on the progress of monster integration into the world outside, and Mutt - albeit avoidant, seemed to develop an interest in watching you whenever he thought you wouldn't notice. He even sometimes visited you whenever his brother had been busy, coming to your office to slump on your couch and waste away his free time, scrolling through his phone and trying not to get caught staring at you while you filed away paperwork.

It was on a particularly early morning that you had arrived at your office, still dazed from your lack of sleep when a new case appeared at your desk. You rarely did personal requests, but this one you could hardly refuse as it had come from one of the joint rulers of the Underground. 

Queen Toriel summoned you, and you listened as she told you her concerns about a particular percentage of her population having an especially difficult time with the integration process. You picked up on the finer details of her request - unspoken words to her plea.

You were aware of the spatial anomaly that had caused the particular brand of chaos that was currently plaguing Monsterkind, a rift that had caused a collision of alternates and pulled them all here. It was a guarded secret among the higher ranking officials, the details shared only to those who were known to be trusted - or to those who were smart enough to see beyond the fragile lie. You were both you supposed, the Archmage themselves requested your insight into the matter, and you offered to consult wherever you could. It didn't surprise you that the Queen turned to you for assistance - involved as you were in the matter.

You agreed to her request, you could hardly refuse considering the high brand on the paperwork, the signature of the Archmage looped in finer print at the corner of the page. You left promptly, assigning a trusted associate of yours to man the office while you were gone, unfortunately the urgency of your task bid no time to waste so you left without notifying the two skeletons that had seemed to be stuck in your orbit as of late, but that was the nature of things when you had such a demanding position.

You were relocated into the depths of the Underground, a rather lavish apartment greeting you in the shadow of the castle of the royal families, but you had little time to waste, the faster you got to work the smoother the integration process would be.

You met with those currently overseeing the progress of the whole thing, a joint department consisting of monsters, humans and mages - social workers, professors, doctors, therapists and volunteers - all with ample experience concerning the more particular quirks that came with joining cultures and assessing risks where there were any. Your status would do you more harm than good here - you realize early on, advised by the royal court to take a more personal approach as you shed down your heavy coats and branded insignias - monsters in the underground were still rather wary of mages, especially ones as infamous as you. You took on the faux position of a well renowned inspector, and set yourself to figuring out what the problem was and how best to solve it.

It was there that you met them, two new yet rather familiar faces that were introduced to you as the spokespersons for the rebuffed population, Twilight and Dusk by name. 

Twilight was large, even by monster standards, a lean silhouette that towered over any others in the room with a set of jagged teeth and a weathered look to his eyes. His appearance however, seemed to be rather misleading. He was friendly, overly so, extending his hand to you in his introduction as he shook yours with a controlled precision, his crooked grin lifted, delighted to meet a new face among the many who were already so familiar over his long stay in the program. He was chatty, friendly even, a social butterfly that delighted in telling you about the many state of affairs that flitted about the establishment. There were some quirks however… every now and again he confused words, voiced idioms that you could hardly make sense of - something about frisbees. He had ticks, nervous habits and moments of sudden cautious anxiety that brought concerns to your mind, there were times where he seemed almost manic, a rattling in his bones as he flitted about the room as if trying to burn off excess magic, trying to keep his hands and mind occupied.

Then there was Dusk. Like his brother he was considerably larger than the average monster. He was bulkier, bigger, an imposing presence in the room that set even your nerves on edge. He seemed dangerous, more than any of the other monsters you've come across, something in your mind whispered caution as you introduced yourself. The best word you could use to describe Dusk was heavy, both literally and metaphorically. He dragged his words as if he practically pulled them from the depths of his mind, his movements were slow, weighed almost by some unforeseen force you could not comprehend, and every now and again he lost focus, a single red eyelight dilated and staring promptly into nothing. His mind was both sharp and slow at the same time, he often shared insights that were surprising in their outside perspective, he commented on things that others had passed by in their expertise - drawing attention to underlying issues that had been overlooked due to the fact that nobody had really thought of them as issues before he made comment. He had a finer eye for detail, but at the same time there were moments where he'd lose his train of thought, a byproduct of his severe head wound no doubt, words forgotten on the tip of his tongue - moments like those seemed frustrate him quite badly, his fingers pulled on his one blank eye socket in quiet irritation. On his better days he'd make offhanded puns that were rather dark in theme - cannibalism seemed to be a favorite of his. On his bad days his voice turned cold, words sharp as his grin pulled on his face almost maniacally, he was tense, guarded like a cornered dog ready to bare teeth.

It had taken you some time to get situated in your new environment, you spent your days meeting with the other monsters who shared similar ailments to both Twilight and Dusk, consulting with the people directly responsible for their integration process and finding correlations between things that worked best and those that didn't work at all. A common pattern in all of those monsters became clear days after your assignment, the heightened cases of sudden anxiety and panic attacks. It was odd to you for some reason, it wouldn't be unnatural for this particular batch of alternates to suffer from such things, considering what you knew they had gone through back in their own reality, but something about it seemed odd.

You investigated your suspicions further, repeatedly meeting monsters and doctors alike, questioning them about the intricacies of their ailments, trying to garner light on the plausible cause for the widespread issue. Twilight seemed eager to help you, he often accompanied you in your search for more information, more knowledge, and his assistance proved quite useful - when you questioned him as to why he seemed so willing to assist you, he responded with an abashed admission - a want to help the monsters who were struggling most finally see the light of day, to taste the fresh air of the outside world, they had been stuck underground for too long. He often stayed with you after hours, organizing papers and research as you delved into the mystery with a hyper focused obsessiveness. You found you always became like this, obsessive over things you could not define or explain, it was that part of you that had helped you rise in power as fast as you had, starved for answers, eager to explore and redefine the things unknown to you- it was almost nostalgic in a way.

 Twilight had a talent for filling blanks in your knowledge, unfamiliar territory as this was he often offered you more insight in the particularities of monster illnesses and behavioral patterns that you were not privy to. You often asked him for clarifications and added depth to your research and he provided them eagerly - either through his own knowledge or systematically organized interviews and research papers that were color coordinated and alphabetized neatly on your desk. He had a knack for organization that one, but you couldn't help but notice how his expression soured whenever he had to bend to lift a particularly heavy box of files off the floor - he tried to hide it, face turned away and the occasional popping of bones concealed by the clear of his throat, but you noticed. You tentatively questioned him about it one late evening, not wishing to pry more than he was comfortable with. He seemed embarrassed by your attentiveness but didn't deny it, hands clasped and pulling on his long fingers in a nervous habit. He revealed to you that the current brand of healing magic and medicine could do very little for his deteriorated state, the effect was not potent enough or so it seemed. The fact didn't sit right with you, and you decided in your mind that you could multitask.

Your research prolonged, and your frustrations grew as the answer to your questions evaded you. You began to spend more time in your office than in your pristine afforded apartment, head buried in books and rushed consultations between experts in the department. Your obsessiveness seemed to grow, and with it your attention to your health lessened, overtaken by a constant hunger for answers. That hunger seemed to replace your baser instincts however, and one particularly busy day the consequences of your declining attention to your physical state seemed to catch up with you.

 You had been on your way to another scheduled meeting with an on site surgeon, carrying a closed file with a hurried pace, you were far too absorbed in your head to notice the shake of your own fingers, or the way the corners of your vision blurred. You were so absorbed in fact, that you didn't even notice the sudden approach of Dusk from the hall across from you. You had ran right into him, nose buried in the plush of his sweater as you had your senses knocked right out of you. The contact didn't even phase him, and he had caught you by the forearm to steady you. You had apologized, noting how it was unlike you to be so distracted in your surroundings. He hadn’t seemed to mind, his large eyelight coming to a soft focus on the point of contact with your arm. 

The force of your run in with him had knocked the file you were carrying onto the ground however, and as you leaned down in your hurry to grab it the world around you spun. You lost your bearings, and your vision turned to black as you fainted, vaguely aware of the pull of someone's arms around you.

You had woken up in one of the medical rooms, an IV in your arm and a growing headache in the corner of your mind. Dusk was there too, hunched in an office chair that was far too small for his hulking frame, you would have laughed - if you hadn't felt like shit at the time that is. Your movement seemed to wake him from his zoning out, and he had leveled you with a look that you couldn't readily discern - something of a mix between worry, scrutiny and confusion. The doctor on hand had walked in to check up on you, cautioning you to pay better attention to your health, you had felt like a child, embarrassed with your own state. Dusk had sat silent next to your bed while you were being discharged, and as you stood to leave with an order to go home and get some rest from the doctor, he stood with you.

The skeleton escorted you home, a silent but unmistakable presence at your side and as you were ready to thank him and say your goodbyes at your door, he had asked you when you had last gotten something to eat - you couldn't give him a straight answer. 

He had pushed his way inside your temporary home then, and you questioned him in your confusion as he opened your fridge to find it mostly empty, he clicked his tongue, a low growling hum from the pit of his ribs as he pushed you down on your couch with a stern order to ‘wait here’

He blinked out of existence then, returning after a while with a greasy bag of food and he urged you to eat, pushing the bag in your lap despite your urge of protests. You complied, silently eating under the watchful eye of his softly dilated gaze.

From then on Dusk began to visit your office on a regular basis, bringing both you and Twilight regular meals and spending his time lounging in one of the bigger chairs available at the time, idly flipping through books. His presence seemed to anchor you, and often he knocked you out of your hyper focused state with a random pun or an offhand comment about the weather. It worked, your urgency had stilled to a healthy normal, mind clearer as both brothers had now taken to paying a keen interest in your physical condition. You still remembered the frantic lecture Twilight had given you after your little trip to the emergency room. He had begun to limit your time in the office after that, setting a healthy time table with a balanced schedule for both rest and work.

The growing connection between the three of you was plain as day, and as days passed you began to find the answers you were so desperately looking for. It was a regular day in the office when you finally solved the mystery - a calm afternoon spent in a comfortable conversation with the brothers over a cup of tea and some snacks Twilight had graciously shared. You had been brainstorming with the brothers, shooting off your theories for plausible causes when Dusk piped in with something that caught your attention. 

You almost dropped the cup of tea you had been idly cradling in your hand. Jumping up to your feet in a newly discovered frenzy, you rifled through a box of files that had been offhandedly pushed to the side, and as you flipped through a particular heavy file about dietary needs it was then that it hit you, something so simple and so overlooked - of course Dusk would have been the one to point it out. Your grin was almost manic in its excitement as the puzzle pieces finally clicked into place, and you turned to the brothers that had gathered behind you in their confusion. You pulled each of them down by their faces, placing a loud smack of your lips on both of their foreheads and watched their faces glow warm as you called them both a genius. You rushed out of the office, missing exchanged looks of embarrassment - eager to share and confirm your discovery.

It was simple really, so easy to miss in all the confusion of the spatial rift and the ongoing process of integration. It was the food that was making the monsters so sick and riddled with anxiety. Coming from a reality here there had been a significant shortage of food - the first response of the healthier populace had been to feed them, feed them as much as they wanted to eat, it was natural really. Except monster food - magical in nature had high levels of energy, too high for a population of monsters that had been previously so deprived of sustenance. It made their magic run rampant, fluctuate in its intensity with high highs and even lower lows. It was the same in humans, eating too much after starving made the patient sick and would effectively do more harm than good. The answer was right there all along, and you cursed yourself at not seeing it sooner.

Things moved quickly after that, you wasted no time to form a plan of order for a change in provisions, something less straining, human food imbued with magical properties was the natural choice. It would take time for the monster's conditions to stabilize, but after a few days on the new program you began seeing positive results. You had reported your success to the royal family and Toriel had once again summoned you for a showing of your solution. If things went as predicted, the rebuffed population would soon show results of steady improvement, they would finally be prime and ready for the further relocation process.

The queen had thanked you for your service and had shown you a rather unexpected act of kindness in doing so, inviting you over to her rooms for a private tea party where you both conversed not like high mage and ruler, but as two troubled souls with the weight of the world on each of your shoulders. It was pleasant, if not a bit awkward on your part, but Toriel seemed to have a knack for making someone feel welcome.

It was a couple of days before your departure that you had invited the skeleton brothers to your apartment for a celebration dinner, you had surprised them with a meal of your own making. Expertly following the guide of their new diet you had imbued it with your own magic, the fact seemed to fluster the brothers for some reason, but they were unwilling to comment as to the reason why. 

The evening trailed off in shared conversation, and as the hour grew late, the mood slightly sombered, it seemed like both Twilight and Dusk had something they had been meaning to confess for a while now, but it had never seemed like the right time. You had a feeling you knew what it was about - they weren't aware of just how much you knew about their past -you had been pretending to be a high ranking inspector after all, a secret as big as alternate realities wouldn't be handed off to someone as low down the hierarchy as that.

It was then that they opened up to you, a cautious whispered admission of their past sins, sins bred out of desperation and grief. In a moment of your own vulnerability you told them you knew, you knew and understood. You reassured them that it didn't change your opinion of them, you shared gentle words of encouragement, soft admissions of your own grief filled memories. 

You would not judge them for their past, because you saw in them a desperate wish for a better life, a fragile hope that they could learn to become monsters capable of loving themselves. 

Perhaps it was wrong, out of all the people in the world it was you who were the greatest threat to their continued existence. You realized you held their fragile future in your scarred hands, and decided to trust in the goodness in their souls.

[sugilite668]

the brainworms have merged

[4o0go]

rant

CAN PEOPLE PLEASE STFU ABOUT HATING LOOEY. im convinced most of the fandoms brains melted grinding 72 hours for their favorite mischaracterized toon only known because of their ship.

" looey is ugly! He lookes diffrebt from the rest of the toon-" OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE THIS IS ONE OF THE FIRST TOONS NOT MODELED BY ROX!!!! THE NEW DEV CANT IMMEDIETKY MAKE A PERFECT LOOKING TOON THAT REPLICATES THE ORIGINAL STYLE OF THE GAME!!!!

" looey is mid-" HIS STATS ARE VERY GIOD FOR AN UNCOMMON OR RARE IN MY OPINION!!!! HE OUTRUNS PEBBLE ABD IS AMAZING AT DISTRACTING!!! HE GIVES NEWER PLAYERS A BETTER TOON TO BUY!!!!

" looey looks like a oc"

I ALMOST DIED AT THUS ONE. OF COURSE HES A FUCKING OC EVERY CHARACTER IN DANDYS WORLD ABD PIECE OF FICTIONAL MEDIA IS AN OC!!!! OC STABDS FOR ORIGIBAL CHARACTER ABD ISNT JUST A FAN MADE OC!!!!!! JESUE CHRIST

The looey hate is so forced lmao CAN PEOPLE BE MORE CONSIDERATE IN THIS FANDOM???!!!! Never joining a popular trebdibg fandom like this if the fandom keeps complaining about the smallest things ever bro like

[lovelettersinc]

Sometimes life is me making sprite edits of purple yams OB sprites to look more like how I draw him and also to have purple nyam sprites

And for what?

me (potentially) making a purple yam rp account on TikTok

yam fans come get yalls food ig, im so tired 😭

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Hang on I have another dpxdc take

Justice League want Phantom to join but he refuses. Till someone tells him he gets to go to the watchtower. He doesn’t care. Then they say it’s in space. Ok yea hes going.

[dearmizumi]

Killer doodles! Still trying to figure out what type of style or lineart brush I should stick to...

[outsideyourhousewithaknife]

The state of my notes app after the quantum physics lecture that I have to take for some reason even though im a psychology student

[emixion]

Every day I log onto the internet and see some fuckass take about Raven

[dee-the-bee-barton]

Raw and Good Quotes, sourced to the best of my ability

"You'll find the universe a very small place when I'm angry with you" - Doctor who

"There is glitter in our veins that will outlast our bones" -Southern man who @.hayleyjclark talked to

"Millions of people lived satisfying, meaningful lives during the fall of the Roman Empire" Jonrog1

"It's ok to start over until you die man" Moodymoodimoode

"Probably 10,000 years ago. Maybe 100,000. The youngest human in a group went to the oldest one and said to the best of their ability "come see." And the adult went." @sanderssutudies

"they're going to bury you three feet deep, because you've only ever been half a man." @nomniacsdream's cat stole their sandwich

"The battlefield was a meadow first if you think about it" Tags from a post

"We no longer dare to imagine better worlds" i_zzzzzz about iced chai

"the structure rots and the plant reclaims. But i remember" @greelin

"Sorry buddy, I'm not god. Create your own hell." @olibavee's salmon shirt

"if i died and went to heaven and found out all my friends were in hell i would spit in god's face so i could join them" @gayarsonist

"I wanted rain and I thought the best way to do that was to make god cry" KilianExperience about his cursed meal.

"god gave me depression because if my ambitions went unchecked i would have bested him in hand to hand combat by age 16" @greimpossibooty

“You are something inhuman to me. you are a changeling. you are a brand wearing ill fitting human skin and i see its skeletal form shift below the surface” ~ mrspider

“The stench of hypocrisy oozes from your every pore” ~ Con O’Neill

“And when we finally kill the gods neither heaven nor hell will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us” ~malewifecomabt

“The ghosts that inhabit this place are more alive than you’ll ever be” ~ a tag in one of Chickenkeeping’s posts. 

 “if the grand design is so fragile as to come unraveled by th severing of a single thread then maybe there is a better Destiny for those who hold tha sissors” ~ Grimeclown 

“your ancestors would find you incomprehensible and your descendants will despise your grave” ~ Anon message to gayarsonist 

“...Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me in one shot.” ~enodio_

“We rejoice because we are alive tonight, and we do not know what will come tomorrow.” ~ someone in ineed-moresleep’s DnD party.

“The ground is soft and I’m ready to dig” ~radioactivesupersonic

“Live with what makes you comfortable but know ultimately you’re not telling yourself the truth” ~ imanes

“Why would you blame the people reaching for heaven instead of the god that cursed them” ~ Hell-propaganda 

“One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.” ~curseworm

“If god wanted you to live he would not have created me” ~TF2

“The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil” ~omnybus

“Children inherit the legacy and trauma of violence from the adults waging war around them.” ~spaceshipoftheseus

“is the gardener who cultivates the vine in no way responsible for the fruit it bears? if I prune the tree and nourish the soil, can the crop be said to spring forth as an act of god? nay, say I, no act of god but an act of ME.” @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

“ideals are made of gold and light, but human lives are made of blood and tears, and spill with slippery ease; choose carefully what hills to build and die upon” @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

“I have no memory of happiness, not the slimmest reminder, even the faintest shadow of joy escapes me, slips out the windows and runs away with the wind and I, wretch that I am–I do not give chase. For there is naught left in my heart to spur on the chase.” @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

"violence for violence is the rule of beasts" Obama from someone's dreams

"to become god is the loneliest achievement of them all" Also Dream obama, twofingerswhiskey's mom's dream

"I beg to differ." "Then bed" An interaction on @bisexualdeanwinchester's blog, or not. I remember seeing it on a dean Winchester blog.

"You’re rearranging deck chairs on the titanic my friend" Justin McElroy

“The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal.” Camille Paglia

"Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something." Princess bride

"Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything that your soul can comprehend. You cannot cure me in any way that matters." The fucking MUSHROOM POST

“Draw a monster. Why is it a monster?” Janice Lee

"A year ago you didn’t know today" Unknown

"the anger in your heart warms you now but will leave you cold in your grave" a dream, an old woman?

"The Man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one“ Justin McElroy

"That's a funny trick to play on god" Also McElroy brothers, I think.

"we deserve a soft epilogue" Fanfic, Steve rogers?

"I am a monument to all your sins." Halo

"Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars you have won" Warrior cats

"Do you think God, too, stays in heaven in fear of what he has created?" Spy kids

"Only when Lions have Historians will Hunters cease to be heroes" Chinua Achebe

"take no shit, do no harm" Unknown

"Before you tell a tale of revenge, dig two graves" Said in many different iterations by many people

"God may judge you but his sins out number your own" @afabbaddel

"I'll do whatever you want" "Then perish" The obama hewwo rp

"If the world choses to be my enemy, I will fight just like I always have" Shadow the hedgehog

"I will face god and walk backwards into hell" Drill

"All knowledge is based on that which we cannot prove. Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog" Mickey mouse comic edit.

"Pick a god and pray" Fire emblem awakening

"The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago. The second best is today." Greentext post

"You've got to make a statement. You've got to look inside yourself and say: 'what am I willing to put up with today?'" Erin, game grumps

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here" Shakespere

"you seem in an awful hurry to die" Warrior cats

"Either sonic is a god or could kill god and I do not care is there is a difference" Brian David Gilbert.

"Remember you can't save everyone." "Remember you have to try" Check boxes, I do not know the original posters

"In a hundred years they will cut down a tree with our initials carved into a growth ring and they'll wonder why the wood burns so warm" realaccountyeah, the cut first line is "nice spotify link"

"Was it not a bitch that nursed rome" Seeofreads after getting called a bitch at work.

"Are you prepared for the kind of death you've earned, little man?" Brent spiner to wil weaton in star trek

"...And tell their ghosts we'd have loved them if they were here." @xeansicemane About dinosaurs. I think about this one a lot.

"If no art makes you feel anything, make your own art to feel something" Jenna marbles making a seahorse jacket

"Just try and hunt me, your clown shoes will give you away from 50 yards" "brother you and I hail from the same circus" Anonymous and @firefox-official

"The English have taken enough from this world, I will not let them have my tongue as well." ao3 author's note about english not being their first language.

"I'm going to wake up and do good and so are you and no one gets to vote on that" Travis Mcelroy

"you, mortal beings, are the instruments by which the universe cares. if you choose to care, it cares. and if you don't, then it doesn't." Brennan lee mulligan

"And when we finally kill the gods neither hell nor heaven will be waiting to for them because they created those to imprison us." @malewifecombat, who burned their eggs

"You think I have a choice? I have to be real" jpeg in a Discord screenshot posted by @puyopuyo

"No fate is so immovable that we can not change it" @swords-n-spindles

"Do you remember how we used to run" logicalphathos about a person saying they are his reincarnated dog

"What if I am scared?" "Then do it scared" @yourgothmom and @glowcowboy

"Jingle your bells, little jester. without an audience to care about you, it's the closest you'll get to hearing applause" I saw it as a screenshot of a youtube comment

"Even fate picks its favourites" Megamind

"I don't want to be like this" "So don't be" "it's not that simple" "It really, really is." A comic, I can't find the original poster

"Baby every me is me, we are the mask and the wearer" @eligiblebastard I quote this a lot

"Jesus is my homeboy but God has a lot to answer for and my rebellion will continue until he does so." @hokuto-ju-no-ken

"When god has ceased to answer your prayers, it feels good to distance yourself from heaven" @ailthnight

[carhorno]

silly jrwi animatic 😎 only took me like a month to finish 😅

[waltzing-rats]

I put the Kyojuro sticker in my sketchbook cause i wanted to keep him safe and the moment he stuck to the page i got a brilliant idea. Anyways they’re in mugs!!

[miquella-everywhere]

had the absolute worst dream about miq being an over the top weird villain only to wake up and see a horrible post about how much of a monster and evil miq is.... how f u n