#idk enjoy fellas

[rjshope]

Happy birthday, Namjoon (12.09.1994)✨

[favoure]

a lifetime of indentured servitude

used this frame from the mv of "femme fatale" by kedarui as ref for this piece ! just thought that it fit them perfectly orz

[novahedron]

CAN YOU GUYS BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THESE- These were lil homestuck stickers I made last year!! mostly for myself and to cause psychic damage at local conventions

[doctormori]

My two favourite baddies

[cringefail-clown]

Does this au change anything about brain ghost dirk?

bgd is here alright! since hes dirks splinter given "physical" form by jakes hope powers, hed still exist since im tb theyre still best friends and also still had some feelings for each other. hes mostly popping up to bother jake and giving him emotional crisis lmfao (since hes as much a manifestation of jakes own thoughts and feelings as he is dirks splinter, homeboy got some ammo to really drive the point across)

[cyber-neptune]

"Gabriel?"

"Gabriel!!!"

[cazluvsu]

new celtics fic dropped (nobody cheered)

[shannonsketches]

He said "Fuck this shit, I'm out" I'm crying. Toriyama's Vegeta was so top shelf 🤌

(From Neko Majin Z Chapter 5!)

[camlyee]

happy pride from the very bisexual aventurine :) (and his three children)

[ofmdee]

post nap, ed was feeling refreshed enough to work on his latest knitting project, and stede sat with him to keep him company 😊 they are so sweet, the way they look at each other wtf!! they are so real to me 😂

stede got up to get something to eat and ed watched him leave, looking terribly fond

fun (?) fact, the reason sim ed is a knitter is because my friend B, who wrote the amazing seaglass series, DM'd me on twitter (this was the first time we had spoken, but we had a mutual friend who got her into ofmd and then showed her my sims) and she was like 'i am writing a knitting au and i would love to use one of ur sim ed's outfits in my fic is that okay?' and i was like YES PLEASE DO!!!

and i knew nothing else abt the fic except it was abt knitting and ed was gonna wear a skirt and garters so i was like well i guess ed is a knitter now! and made some gifs of ed knitting to hype it up even tho it turns out stede was the actual knitter in her fic 😂

anyway, then she mentioned her seaglass stede wanting to get ed's sock garters tattooed on his thighs, which was what inspired me to give my sim stede his fancy garter tattoo! so we inspired each other into inspiring each other, somehow 😂

[spinchs-field]

BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT, BABY!

[ria-starstruck]

im getting 2 know krobus stardewvalley

[asbestos-11]

i love yuripreg

i've been tweaking about them over on my twitter and it has spiraled into this. 100% self indulgent, homegrown, organic brainrot

[mazojo]

Min Ho is kind of an ass but he is a funny ass

[krittec]

Aranahe Hometree NPC’s

part one (next)

- for things like character oc’s, fc’s or icons. anything you wish :)

[triglycercule]

guys i havent written since may (for killer's birthday) but stupid silly swapinverse has been on my mind for a little bit and i threw together this silly (he has a panic attack and throws up) little short draft 4 swapinverse horror!!

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“hah… ah… oh god… no, no, nonono…”

he ran. sprinted through the forest like a frightened deer, his demeanor that of prey, although his previous actions aligned more of a predator. panting and shaking, his mind cycled through countless variations of how to react to what just happened, what he just did.

how should he react? how could he react? it was impossible to tell for him in the panicked state. and as the trees in snowdin slowly began to surround him (but weren't they always doing that?), paranoia couldn't run anymore. he was surrounded, he was blocked off, he couldn't escape. not from horrortale, not from snowdin, not from the dusty graveyard he had just left it, and not from the blood smeared across his mouth.

“no, i- what did, what did i do? paps, snowdin, even-undick, no, it-”

paranoia’s incoherent rambles brought his hands to wander across his face, tugging at the massive hole in his skull spanning majority of the left side of his head. picking at the chipped bone didn't help, it never did, but a nervous habit was unbreakable, and he was more than nervous in this moment. in fact, quite terrified. everything was terrifying. he was terrifying. and as the slightest hint of red blood touched his sleeve, the once red, now magenta eye quickly locked onto it, and he couldn't hold it back anymore.

“fuck- oh god, no, aliza-!”

falling to his knees, a disgustingly gorey mess of red, pink, and black spilled from his mouth. sounds of retching and hurling were all that filled the empty forest, and paranoia couldn't bear to look down and see the mess he’d made. the mess he’s caused. wasted food, he would've said. but that statement normally only applied to others. he never imagined using it on himself. choking on his spit and certainly not his blood, tears fell from his eye, joining the vomit and blood seeping into the snow. strange. paranoia didn't think he had enough magic to even shed tears anymore. just for the bare necessities. he managed to surprise even himself, after all this time.

but could it be could be considered surprise, or rather terror? he fit up to his name, certainly horrified at his own actions. forcing out as much of the grossness he could that he’d just consumed, paranoia couldn't help but look down at what he’d done.

red. a lot of red. too much red. he’d never been queasy before, never. he had to adapt to it, being the one to hunt down humans that ran or sneak up on those when times got desperate. there was no time or need to be queasy at what he even considered his job before. a duty he had to do.

but now, there was too much red. far too much red. and he didn't know why, although he totally knew, but paranoia couldn't stomach it. he just threw his guts out (shouldn't they be aliza’s guts, or no?), and here he was, wanting to throw up until his SOUL shattered. his SOUL cycled through those strange 4 shapes, unsure of which to settle on. he couldn't blame it. paranoia himself was unsure of what was even going on anymore. he wanted to run, but was frozen. he wanted to scream, but didn't know who at.

everything was contradicting. everything was going on, and not enough was given for paranoia to understand how to deal with it. and with a muttered curse, he flopped on his side onto the somehow dry snow, losing consciousness in the haze of fear now intermingled with his SOUL.

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ik theres probably grammar mistakes i wrote this on my phone,,,, but like idk. had idea for a little moment in paranoia's lore and i sure as hell didn't wanna draw it so i wrote it as an easier media! god this is so much easier compared to drawing idk why i dont do this more often (because youre lazy silly!) anyways swapinverse silly i love swapinverse. i've only thrown up like never so i dont know if this works. also never had a panic attack (i think) and AGAIN i dont know if this is accurate but whatever i dont write to be good i write for expressing my ideas. like everything i do