#haphe

[cultistic-ann-aka-sannaliel]

soooooooooooooo

I was drawing a reference of Leshy and suddenly…

new avatar ":D

[stinkiesdraws]

Aurora and Kanan ✨💖✨

[krizste]

[kisavatore]

Goth/alt cc finds part 2-Tops & Bottoms

*some of the tops in cas

Tops [Part 2]

Haphe Corset | Distressed Days Collection Top | Base T-shirt | Ariel Corset Elizabeth Set Corset | Raven Corset | Gothic Cut Out Top | Demon Top Lush Corset | Claudia Top | Luly Top | Shaina Top | Velvet Ropes Top JaYoung Top | Alter Ego Top | Remember Forever Blouse | Lace Top Bodysuit | Lace-up Bodysuit | Sun & Moon Top | Psycho Lace Blouse Nightwalker Top | Mesh Crop Top | Y2k Corset | her.top | Drawstring Top Strike sweater | Metalika Top | Buckle Shirt | Bats Top | Roxi Crop Top

Bottoms

Leather Pants | Morgan Skirt | Scarlett Pants | Taylor Skirt | Marian Pants Lacuna Jeans | Tartan skirt | Latex Pants | Padlock Skirt | Pleated Skirt Samara Set Skirt | Jeans Michael Pants | Jeans shorts | Esther Skirt Crust Pank Pants | Dusk Diva Pants | andrea skirt | Butterfly chain with skirt Eloise Skirt | Pandora Skirt | Cross Velvet Skirt | Drive Pants | Death Pants Riot Pants | Silence Speaks Pants | Demolition Skirt | Desire Skirt Yanzo Belted Skirt | Leggings | Emo Jeans | Mini Shorts | Nina Skirt w/Jeans jaz pants | Violet Skirt | Ruffle Skirt | Pleated Skirt | Demon Pants | Skirt w/chain

PT.1 | PT.2 | PT.3 | PT.4

[emotionally-happy-pyro]

Phmee homph @emotionallyunstablemedic whogh maa phoo haph agh phoogh aaay:

[fyd-au]

Fears Of Your Demise

🪦Masterpost🪦

★ - Welcome to the blog!! I hope you enjoy your stay, have a great day!^^

★ - This AU and blog belongs to: @jayssillycreativitybox !!!

★ - Please be respectful here! The asks are open, you're free to ask questions!!!

★ - Here - is how the phobia curse works!

(This blog is not okay with Transphobia, Homophobia, Xenophobia, Ableism, Racism, Any form of discrimination, NSFW etc.)

Info about the Au:

★ - The AU is based upon the idea of phobias and fears. Where a long ancient prophecy foretold the corruption of Nycto (Nightmare), as he became a prisoner to his own fear. The Darkness, as he bit the cursed apple.

★ - Feeling greedy by the slowly rising power, he destroyed all the apples in the process, one by one. In return to his suffering he received a unique ability..

★ - To curse any AU as he pleased. Curse which makes others feel his pain...Materialising their greatest fears and horrors to reality. Formed and mangled onto their flesh as if Wisteria on a tree.

★ - The more you're afraid, the stronger he grows, the more you fall to his tricks, the more he is victorious.

Characters: (things may change)

Lobo (Host of the blog) - Globophobia

Nycto (Nightmare) - Nyctophobia

Atel (Dream) - Atelophobia

Atychi (Swap/Blue) - Atychiphobia

Raz (Ink) - Athzagoraphobia

WIP (Classic) - WIP

WIP (Fell) - WIP

Nimo (Killer) - Animotophobia

Peiro (Dust) - Apeirophobia

WIP (Horror) - WIP

Haphe (Error) - Haphephobia

Ago (Geno) - Agoraphobia

Rono (Reaper) - Chronophobia

Anato (Cross) - Thanatophobia

WIP (Fatal) - WIP

Sci (Sci) - WIP (not infected)

Hilo (Sugar Plum) - Philophobia

Sio (Ccino) - Metathesiophobia

WIP (Farm) - WIP

WIP (Outer) - WIP

Ouden (Fresh) - Oudenophobia

WIP (FreshInk) - WIP

WIP (Flowerfell) - WIP

WIP (Epic) - WIP

WIP (Colour) - WIP

WIP (BlueBerror) - WIP

[mikicodes]

#21 Sheep

He regresado(?) En verdad esto debí haberlo posteado hace mil.... pero he sido muy vaga.

Tablilla para respuestas de rol optimizada para FA. Creada para mi personaje Haphe. Me emocioné por al fin hacer un personaje oveja que hasta le hice un dibujo que usé de fondo para la tablilla.

Esta vez no la dejo de uso libre porque la hice con todo mi amor por las ovejas.

[pola-artist]

Yeah, With such a face, I'm thinking what to do next, haph

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Dionysus x Ampelos Enemies to Lovers AU

Haphaestus: *to Dionysus* Dio this is Ampelos. Dionysus: *checks him out from head to toe and then keeps staring with his arms crossed, cuz they had met before and had a fight* Ampelos: *glances at Haphaestus suspiciously for a second and then turns back to face Dio* Ampelos: Are you threatening me again? Is that what you're doing? Haphaestus: *visibly confused* Ampelos: *steps towards Dio* You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna break an extra-large branch of mountain nash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your frickin- Haphaestus: *hastily covers his mouth* Okayyy maybe this was a bad idea after all! Dionysus: *lets off a low smirk and rolls his tongue inwards with his head high* Maybe next time, Haph.

[stinkiesdraws]

Aurora and Kanan! This adorable piece was by FangMa on Twitter!

[osaemu]

AHHH IM SO RELIEVED THAT DAZAI IS ALIVE LIKE I was literally like. there’s no way dazai got outsmarted so badly by fyodor. and I WAS RIGHT. and IM SO HAPH DHSJSSB but then gojos also dead and i’m js like :/ BUT DAZAIS ALIVE WHEEE

sorry for being so hyper hehe i have to many emotions i cannot PROECEDSSSDDD

OK WAIYT IM STILL SUPER HAPPY EVERYTHING TURNED OUT FINE BUT I SAW THIS THEORY AND NOW IM SO SCARED WE CANT GET TOO COMFORTABLE JUST YET

[reallyhumongousgarden]

Happy Birthday to me! I am now one year closer to my inevitable death, as we all are.

I did, in fact, turn fifteen three days ago, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to haph-hazardly post a messy, rushed drawing that was colored in the night before my birthday. (This was drawn in my personal sketchbook. It’s almost finished; expect to see a tour video sometime this month or next month.)

[kindlystrawberry]

...arug and 37 (number of songs on my arug playlist. what do you mean this is cheating to artificially boost our arug fic numbers, i would *Never*)

Spotify Wrapped Inbox Prompt: Accepting! 37. Why am I like this? by Lee Da Yeon

Arthur is having a problem.

“No, seriously dude,” Doug says from where he’s walking in front of him, guiding him down the busy sidewalk with ease. Doug wasn’t born here, either, but he moved here when he was still a kid, whereas Arthur moved here, well… Actually, exactly a year ago. 

“You’ve been here, what, a year, almost?” Doug continues, in a nearly frighteningly exact mimic of Arthur’s own internal dialogue. “And you haven’t tried one of the street sticks? You’re kidding me.”

“Forgive me,” Arthur replies, a little blithely. Despite the absolute turmoil going on inside of him right now, he at the very least has practice keeping up an air of polite everything-is-totally-fine-ness. “When I moved here, I failed to read up on something called ‘street sticks’ being one of the local delicacies.” 

“Heh,” Doug snorts. “I like it when you’re a little bit mean, you know that?”

Arthur opens his mouth, probably to protest, or maybe to apologize, but he’s cut off by the sound of distant rumbling storm clouds becoming less and less distant, as the first few drops of rain start to fall around them.

“Hey, do you—” Doug stops suddenly in his tracks and spins around, making him and Arthur briefly crash into each other. The busy street moves on around them, but Doug shoots out a hand to grasp Arthur’s wrist and steady him. “Woah— sorry, didn’t realize how close behind me you were.”

“No it’s, it’s quite alright,” Arthur replies, ignoring the pulse thundering in his own ears.

And that is exactly his problem. Though he didn’t expect it when coming here, he’s somehow made a plethora of friends in the city of Norad. Best friends, really. People that make him feel more accepted and loved than he ever has. 

“What I was gonna ask was, did you bring an umbrella?”

Arthur blinks, the question unexpected despite the fact that it’s a perfectly logical one. “I don’t. Do you?”

Doug grins, a little sheepishly. “Uhhh, nope! Guess we’re gonna have to run then. Ready?”

“Wha—”

“Go!” Doug grabs him by the wrist and starts, as he just said he would, running down the street. Arthur is helpless but to follow, but his attention is barely on the direction they’re going in, nor the crowd they’re haph-hazardly weaving through. It’s on the warm, pleasantly callused grip of Doug’s hand around his wrist.

Arthur didn’t expect to make such close friends. And what he expected even less than that was… well, this. 

He’s not sure exactly how, he’s not sure exactly when, but somewhere over the past year, he’s not only gotten close to the young man around his age who works at the grocery store a few blocks off of Selphia University campus, not only become very dear friends with him, but fallen in love with him.

And he’s only just realized it now.

Suddenly, a million tiny things make sense. The weird aching feeling he’s had in his chest whenever the two of them say goodbye to each other, the odd feeling of time stopping around them whenever he looks at Doug’s silver-gray eyes, the easy feeling of belonging that comes from hearing Doug laugh, or laughing along with him…

Arthur’s not sure how he hadn’t put it together sooner.

When they finally come to a stop, they’re both breathing heavily. Arthur’s lungs ache and his leg muscles strain (maybe Dylas is right, he really should exercise more), but he still takes the time to take in their surroundings. They’re still outside, and the rain is only getting stronger. But now they’re in front of a robust-looking food truck. It’s large, and the menu has all of three items on it. One of which is the apparently coveted ‘street stick.’

The truck also has a very small awning in front of the order window.

Gently, Arthur puts his hand on Doug’s shoulders and pulls them both under the awning. Droplets of water dribble off the tips of his hair as Doug looks up at him, and it only serves to make his eyes look even lighter than normal.

“It’s not good to stay in the rain,” Arthur murmurs, as a way of explanation. “You’ll get sick.” He’s a little bit distracted by the wet mop of dark red hair plastered around Doug’s face, and by the giant, excited grin on his face. “Pffff,” Doug snickers. “Nah, I never get sick. Don’t worry. Now, get ready to have your little rich boy mind blown.” On his heel he turns to face the order window. To the cashier, he says, “Four street sticks, please.”

“Four?”

Doug shrugs, immediately pulling out the exact change he needs to pay. “Trust me, you’ll want two each.” He hands the money to the cashier, and they duck back into the depths of the mobile kitchen. Doug then turns back to face Arthur again, hands in his pockets as he leans back against the wall of the truck. “You might even want three, because of how mind-blowingly good they are. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll be nice enough to give you one of mine.” 

Arthur feels a small, amused smile tug on his lips. “That’s very magnanimous of you.”

“Yes, yes it is.”

And maybe it’s because he’s still a little out of it, or maybe because he knows they're close enough that he doesn’t always have to be 100% polite, or maybe it’s just because earlier Doug said that he likes when Arthur’s a little mean— but Arthur decides to, just as a treat, not suppress the teasing comment that immediately springs to mind. “Do you know what that word means?”

“Uh… ‘fucking awesome?’”

A shocked laugh barks its way out of Arthur, which makes Doug’s eyes positively glow. The sound of the rain around them gets louder, and somehow Arthur doesn’t mind in the slightest that the back of his coat is getting wet.

“Close enough,” he replies, with barely restrained affection.

Doug only grins wider. Then the cashier pops back out the window, hands them the ‘street sticks’ and ducks back into the truck. Thankfully, no one else is in line, so they don’t quite have to leave the tight but dry confines of the awning.

“Cheers.” Doug hands Arthur his share of the sticks (which true to their word, are an assortment of food on a stick), and immediately taps theirs together.

“Cheers,” Arthur responds, curiosity piqued.

They’re not any kind of shish kebabs or other skewers that he’s seen before. The assortment seems almost random, and he can barely tell what the grey lumps of food (presumably, food) are. They look, vaguely, like tiny corn dogs, of which he only tried for the first time two weeks ago.

But Doug is happily munching away, nearly done with his first stick, so Arthur takes a bite. An explosion of flavor goes off in his mouth, tangy and savory all at once. 

Arthur’s eyes must widen in shock before he takes another bite, because he hears Doug laugh.

“So, didn’t I tell you? Aren’t they good?”

Taking a brief moment to swallow his bite before speaking, Arthur glances down at Doug. Doug, sopping wet and smiling. Doug, bringing him here just because he found out Arthur hadn’t tried this local food yet. Doug, passionate, and kind, and so un-like Arthur in many ways, but so like him in others.

“Mhm,” Arthur replies, easily, the affection in his heart growing tenfold. “They’re ‘fucking awesome.’” And Doug’s responding laugh, loud and vibrant, drowns out the sound of the rain just a few inches from them.

[emotionally-happy-pyro]

@emotionallyunstablemedic omph phoo aa mumgh oph amapheghia. Phee eemph ooghem uphh aam phee maaph.

Phee aaem amph phamph phee oomgh haaph amee phoo haph peeopgh, phaam aphh maagh.

[rebellum]

I was on a phone call with a friend and comforting them, but I'm in bed, so I have my mouth guard in, and it was so silly

"It'th okay! Thatth the whole thththing wit friendchip, we are ther for eachotter when we are thad or upthet or going ththrough thometing. You don't haph to be happy all ta time, I know youre a well roundod perthon wit a thpectrum of feelingth, and I lub you, and your friendth want to be here phor you."

[haphnia]

ALL ABOUT HAPHNIA

Ms. Haphnia is an enthusiastic, goal-oriented, anda approachable person. You can call her "Haph". She is the 2nd child among the 5. She always ensures that she does the things that make her happy and also for those people around her. She is a passionate person with the ability and an independent person. She loves playing some of her sports such as softball, volleyball, and basketball. She always spends time with her family and friends in her leisure time. She loves to solve math; she states that solving problems is her strength in any field in her life and by that she is neither scared nor afraid to face all the circumstances. She loves to eat any kind of pasta like spaghetti and seafood like shrimp, crab, clam, squid, and mussels. She also listens to music. She likes to do her daily exercise routine and sells goods. Her hobby is nail-biting called "onychophagia" her favorite movie is Mickey Mouse on Disney Channel, her school subject is Mathematics, and her favorite animal is a dog. She likes to help people and buys food than clothes. She is a dreamer that loves to become a Public Administrative Officer in the future.