#he has jorts extreme version

[imthursdaysyme]

pendragon siblings as kids

[machihunnicutt]

BDG Outfit Rates Vol. 1

(Cuz you know he would have killed it at the Met Gala.)

An anon wanted it...that’s the ONLY reason this blog is rapidly becoming a Polygon fashion fan account.

“Bury Me in this Outfit I’m Extremely Serious”

Honestly why do people wear black suits when they could wear blue suits all the time??? Why wear a plain shirt when you could wear florals??? Very good outfit that can withstand a very active dream ballet. infinity/10

“Dances (I’m) Moving (into BDG’s closet).”

Who says workout gear has to be boring? I certainly don’t. 6/10 only because I’m still salty about how much Dances Moving made me cry.

“Vest Pls (feat. BDG’s lovely mother)”

Excellent use of turtle neck here, perfect compliment to a perfect vest. 7/10

“Saturday Jorts 1 & 2″

I’m pro-jort and I’m pro-mustache and I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT. I’ve gotta give a 10/10 to version 1 because of the belt and the rolled up sleeves but version 2 is a solid 8/10.

“MORE DeNiM????”

The jan (jean man)! The jyth (jean myth)! The jegend (jean legend)! 9/10

“I’m Bi.jpeg feat. Fashion Goddess Simone”

I love this rainbow plaid tie so much, y’all. It is very good. As is the tie clip. I sold my soul to this photo shoot a long time ago. 11/10

“Pretty Stylish (for his height)”

This look has everything I enjoy about casual BDG fashion: two watches, the orange Converse, brightly colored jacket, a strange t-shirt and khaki combo...I feel like this is a laundry day outfit that is still 100% representative of Brian’s fashion aura. 9/10 

“This is Literally Just A Pat Gill Look, Come On”

The plaid, the nice shoes, the needlessly wide-legged stance...this look has Pat Gill all over it and I’m here for it. (You knew I’d find a way to still make this about Pat, you had to know.) too uncannily like pat to judge/10

These were hard to pick because he has a lot of great outfits. If you have outfit requests for future posts/would like to see a specific Polygon person next hmu.

[myshittybrainwontshutup]

I had a dream where I was wandering in the woods and I found some weird abandoned facility. The Dream Works logo was painted on the side and the door was open, so I just sauntered inside. There were tons of big, drab concrete rooms all full of toppled over desks. Giant pillars held up the ceiling and plunged down into the earth. I thought that this place would be a magnet for graffiti artists, or just delinquent teens in general, but this place looked untouched by everything except me. There wasn’t even rat poop or cockroaches to point to a sign of life. Like the dumbass I am, I started walking down the staircase that wrapped around one of the concrete pillars. On the forth or so level down it stopped being the same old rooms full of desks and started being bedrooms and showers. There were literally hundreds of bunk beds, all with the same cheap white sheets. I investigated the bathrooms and found that the showers still worked and even better, they still had hot water. I guessed this place had an independent generator and the dim ceiling lights supported my hypothesis.

I decided I needed a shower and scrubbed down, then wandered over to one of the beds for a nap. (Yeah, sleeping in your dream is kind of weird, but I do it rather routinely. I guess I’m just that tired.)

My thought process for using the beds is that they may be dusty, but I hadn’t seen any evidence of any other life, so bedbugs were unlikely.

After I woke up I pulled on my clothes, which I vividly remember being a burnt orange tank top patterned with tiny carrots, high waisted jorts and my three-sizes-too-big black jacket.

I kept going all the way down to the bottom level where I was confused to hear talking. I crept around the corner and saw this old dude in a lab coat and these two blond collage age girls drawing a circle on the ground. The amount of sigils inside the circle made me think that this couldn’t be anything good, but before I could really do anything about it one of the girls spotted me. She shouted, “Hey!” and pointed at me. I didn’t waste any time getting the hell out of dodge, and I heard the old dude yell, “Stop them! No one must know!”

The two girls started chasing me. Because I don’t ever skip leg day, not even in my dreams, I made it up the stairs before they could. I made it through the door and almost made it back to the woods, but instead of going forward and disappearing into the flora I was suddenly going up. Out of freaking no where, I was caught in a tractor beam and being towed up into a space ship. I didn’t get to see if the girls had seen me getting abducted, but my prior circumstances were quickly ripped out of my head as I was blasted with water. Even though I’d just taken a shower I guess I was too dusty for these aliens to handle. I was “disinfected” and my wet clothes were confiscated and replaced with a very unflattering blue-gray jumpsuit. These particular aliens were very octopus like, but slightly taller than humans and their version of an invasion force was capitalism.

Instead of being forced into hard labor I was forced into a job that is actually hell to me. An “internship” as they called it, where I had hours of paperwork to do. Paperwork is a punishment worse than hell to me, so I did the absolute minimum effort I could get away with. I was set up at a station with three other people. One was Merida from Brave, one was Miles from into the spider verse and one was Stanford from gravity falls. I didn’t let on that I knew them, but I did become pretty close with them. While we were just doing paperwork together time was sped up, but as soon as we were called out to test a new piece of tech that the squid aliens had invented time resumed its normal pace. We were brought out to this floating asteroid that seemed to have an atmosphere that I guess was their testing site. One squid alien on a three piece suit came along to supervise us. The thing we were supposed to test was a Portal esc wormhole gun. I had to keep from laughing my ass off for reasons that will become apparent later. The squid fired it off, setting of each side of the portal in mid air about twenty feet apart, gave Merida a rope and instructed her to walk trough it. Reluctantly she agreed and walked through. The portal didn’t immediately close or collapse as she entered and she wasn’t lost in some in-between place, so the squid was ecstatic. However, Merida and the squid pulling on the rope was apparently enough to rip a hole in space and time. The rip started to drag Merida and the squid in, but Miles, Ford and I were standing far enough away. Miles managed to pull Merida out of range of the rip’s suction, but the squid fell into the gaping black maw. It was growing larger by the second and I knew we would be consumed before long unless I did something.

One of my recurring powers in my dreams is that I can open my own portals, in addition to some others. I turned around and opened my own portal back to the woods I was wandering earlier and had everyone run through. I closed it off as soon as we were all through. We landed on a dirt road that was at least sixty percent mud. It must’ve rained since I was abducted.

Ford immediately turned to me, his eyes wide.

“How did you do that?!” He demanded. I shrugged.

“I just... can?” I said. I actually have a reason, but I didn’t feel like telling him. I opened another portal to the room where our stuff was being kept on the ship and let it just fall through into my arms. We each headed into the woods to suit up in our normal clothes, though Merida forwent a dress for jeans and a tee shirt. We started walking down the road as quite the marry band until we found a homestead. No electricity, no generator, just one small shack and the sound of a lot of voices. Out back was a pigsty and it looked like this place hadn’t been up kept in years. The others wanted to take the stealthy approach, but I just kicked in the front door. There were a bunch of middle aged men sitting around drinking, about fifteen children ages nine to four and six toddlers, all huddling together in the corner around the one teenager who seemed to be about sixteen. Most of them didn’t have clothes any more sophisticated than a potato sack, and all of them had bruises. The teenage girl had a black eye. Cold rage bubbled up within me. I have very strong opinions about how children should be treated, namely, they should be treated with dignity and respect, no matter what age they are and no one ever has the right to hurt them. Something told me that there used to be more older women, but they’d died due to either violence or childbirth.

The biggest beefiest guy stood up and demanded to know who I was and what I wanted. I could tell he wasn’t seeing me as a threat due to my appearance. I mean, I’m exactly five feet tall, very feminine and not exactly buff. I demanded to fight him for the children and he laughed. Until I summoned my weapon. In my dreams I also can summon quite the arsenal. This time, I summoned my whip made of razor wire and cracked it right across his face. He immediately grabbed a huge black iron sword off the table and rushed me. I sidestepped out of the front door and cracked my whip again. It happened extremely fast so I’m not sure on the specifics of the fight, but I do know it ended with my whip wrapping around his throat. One quick tug and his head was on the ground as his body slumped to the side. All the other men, enraged that I’d killed their buddy grabbed their own swords. My whip is an awesome weapon, but it’s only good against one opponent. I tossed it aside and it burst into glitter, just before I summoned my sword.

I really like my sword. It’s a short Damascus steel blade with a gold gilded hilt and a ruby pommel. I’ve been using it for a really long time and I’ve gotten really skilled with it.

These guys clearly didn’t expect me to hold my own against all of them, but in combination with my portal magic I’m a formidable fighter in my dreams. For some odd reason the thing that ended the fight was a misstep from one of the men that lead to me accidentally chopping off the toe of his boot and the toe of his foot. He fell to the ground crying and demanded that everything stop. They agreed to leave and wandered back down the road, carrying their now toeless friend.

I went inside and found a yellow construction paper crown sitting on the table. I picked it up, put it on my head and muttered, “I’m the king.” With a big fat smile. I was mobbed by the little boys that demanded I teach them how to sword fight, the sixteen year old thanked me for getting rid of the people who hurt her, Merida asked where I learned to fight like that. Everyone else hung on the sidelines, not exactly liking that I’d just straight up killed and maimed on a whim. Ford was mostly interested in how I could summon and dismiss weapons on a whim.

“That’s not all I can do!” I grinned and stepped back outside. I told the teenager to release the pigs into the woods and told the kids to grab any items that they would want to take with them. Then with the three other interns watching, I waved my hand and an oak tree started to grow out of the ground. It grew so big that at a glance you could think it was hundreds of years old. With a snap of my fingers a massive treehouse constructed itself in the cradle of the tree’s uppermost branches. I subconsciously made it Halloween themed because it’s my favorite holiday. There were leaf streamers and grinning jack-o’-lanterns all over the place. One more wave of my hand and it was fully stocked with food and clothes and solar panels for its own electricity. I instructed the kids to climb up. The bigger kids carried the toddlers up. After we were all on board I snapped again and the tree started moving, walking along on its roots. I headed up into the main dining room and tried to add a little more decor, but it wouldn’t work. The plate of Halloween themed sugar cookies started laughing at me.

“What the-“ Ford started.

“I’m loosing control. I’m waking up.” I interrupted.

“What? Waking up?” Ford asked. I pulled him in with an arm around the shoulders.

“Listen, I don’t have much more time, so you’re in charge. I may be the most powerful here, but you’re the smartest. Keep them safe.” I said and put my paper crown on his head.

And that’s when I woke up.

[skelebitty-store-and-shelter]

howdy! i was wondering what kinds of swapfell pap bitties i could get! im making an oc blog and i'd like to give him a lil fren qwq

*cracks knuckles*

okay, we only have some of the default swapfell boys, though some may not be classic swapfells and actually may be omen-types in disguise! In order to avoid accidentally adopting an omen-type swapfell sans and pap, check for warmer temps compared to other skeletons, blindness in the omen-type swapfell pap (but daredevil type blindness) and a second set of teeth for the omen-type swapfell sans, they can’t help opening their mouths as they speak, so its pretty easy to spot.

anyways, we got a total of four types:

Fellswap (the sans where he likes to drink wine and the pap has a nice black and light orange interior hoodie that says “lame guy”)

Swapfell (the first version of swapfell! Everyone is purple and black mostly, pap only has one working eye, and its a pale shade of red, sans has a triforce eye, much more tame than the other three, though the sanses tend to act like spoiled brats at times)

Swapfell Red (its a very public au, and is pretty much up to interpetation, though the default is papyrus acting like a kicked puppy wearing a parka, track pants with yellow-orange stripes down the sides, and red and white sneakers, sans is more or less dressed like Underswap sans, but, well, more beat up and fell)

Omenswapfell (the sans and papyrus here are often disguised as the three types of swapfells above, but once that secret is out, papyrus wears a panther print jacket with massive amounts of fluff in the inside of the jacket, including in and around the hood, inner pocket defies all logic and can store an infinite amount of items as long as they fit in the pocket, wears jorts and snow boots with little pom poms on the ends of the strings, the sans bears a even more beat up appearance to even swapfell red, fangs and sharp teeth galore, the sans possesses slitted, forest green eyelights and firey breath, extremely fast and nimble, but also physically weak, the slash mark in his red gold armor shows the reason why, pauldrons have large ‘teeth’ on the sides, along with a curving spike on the end, armor is adorned with a dragon with its wings spread, boots are a pale indigo color with straps, gloves are a deep dark purple where claws are visible. These two can summon weapons, the pap can summon a flintlock pistol and the sans can summon a sword that doubles as a bladed whip and a shield.)

thats all the types, hope this helps!