#ily spooky

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Okay last one for now! Made the art for a mock cover for rest stop in the stars but then chickened out with the typesetting and stuff so it just stayed like this. Still very happy with it<333

Please do mind that spookys blog is +18 though the fic is sfw and has one seperate extra chapter that contains nsfw!

These two still live in my head rent free<3

STOP!!!!!!! THEY LOOK SO CUTE!!!!

THE COMET IN THE BACKGROUND! The way this is hitting the feels of the song "reaching for the moon" that I think about for them all the time!!! I feel like this is Sun dreaming away of their sweet moonpie :')

Moon's freckles are killing me, i'm dead, i'm a GHOST! His little smile has rejuvenated me and brought me back to life

I adore how fluffy Sun's dress/bow on their apron is !!

[itsnotmourn]

i have always imagined winifred being able to use her hair in combat and acro silky basically captured that

as for why she's targeting the thieves...

i had a thought that maria would often lose her necklace to the thieves as she lives in the woods as a fox (so they'd pick it up thinking it's lost)

if she loses it, then she'll struggle transforming back into a human lol

[frankiesteinart]

…treat 🍬

[milktea-grn]

🕸

[faithst]

perfect for ur delusions

making cookies!

☆ gn!reader x gn!partner

☆ fluff

☆ just making cookies~ (and lots of teasing)

☆ stoic/cold partner x bright and sly reader!!

it's been a while since you baked something, last you did so was before you got into a relationship. even though there's none the more reason to do so now but hunger and cravings, an idea sprung upon you - why not do it with your partner?

for someone like you, doing it alone was always your motto back then; the only difference now is you have someone who has your back. with that thought in mind, having an apprentice around does seem fun.

you contact them about your ideas through text. in response, they approve - great!! afterwards, you made a rundown upon the ingredients needed to make these batch of cookies which are:

· Butter
· Eggs
· Vanilla.
· Baking soda.
· Water
· Salt
· Flour
· Chocolate chips

luckily, everything is in check except for chocolate chips - one of the most important ingredient too. even though the store is just near your area, you ask your partner to help out regardless (you lazy ass). you better treat them to something on your next visit together.

and so, the wait is on. everything is on your kitchen counter alongside utensils. the time you agreed with your partner is nearing by just a few ticks; and you are edging to burst your energy to them with ecstasy.

a notification pops up on your phone; it's your partner:

"On my way! home"

"On my way!"

"omw"

"ffs iphoee ne man"

yeah, thats your partner.

"also did u preheat the oven?"

...

it took you a minute to process that you forgot.

"totally"

you reply, then rush to the oven to be preheated by about 177 degrees celcius.

DONE, now to continu-

your partner, now behind you stares deeply into you

"you forgot didn't you?" they ask

"yeah..," you reply

you both stare for a moment

your partner then blows on your nose which lead to you flinching - causing your partner to break into a small giggle.

"you should've seen your face"

"i hate you" you reply.

all laughs aside, your partner walks to the kitchen counter to drop off the chocolate chips. alright - everything is here!

ingredients, utensils, preheated oven and most importantly - you and your partner!

looking through your phone, you follow the recipe you mainly use for making cookies.

step 1: mix up the butter and sugar.

you grab a large bowl and a mixer alongside the ingredients needed: butter, white sugar and brown sugar.

"wait, so who's gonna start first? what's the flow here?" you ask.

"wanna rock paper scissors for it?" they reply

with no hesitation, you both knew what to do. hands ready, and...

you did paper, while they did scissors - well, you know the rules. you put out a large groan whilst allowing yourself a pat in the back for attempt. them on the other hand: rubbing their victory all over your face.

okay, time to go back to the main focus:

BUTTER! - you hand over the butter and watch it enter the bowl. until out of the blue, you were caught off guard; your partnef took a smudge of butter and smeared it across your cheek - that bastard! you brace yourself by sneaking one yourself until-

SUGAR! - white sugar and brown sugar on your hand: you watch as the two combine into the mixture. with that, you are just etching to taste from the bowl. they mix them together with a mixer and the once identifiable ingredients now turned into a yellowy mush unrecognisable to the idea. such a sad sentimental thought.

step 2: crack in a few eggs, along with vanilla then add them into the mixture.

EGGS! - 2 eggs are all you need; you pass them to your partner, and they mash the two into the bowl - mixing the whole together. thus, it forms the batter.

"right, i think that's that," you say

"and we're not forgetting anything?" they ask

confusion and cluelessness could be seen all over your expression. a sigh could be seen from your partner as they takes the vanilla extract from just beside you

holding the vanilla infront of your face, they say, "you're my apprentice, pay attention, okay~?"

their "okay" was said in a more delicate and tenacious tone. your face turns red and you ought to fight back; you aren't losing just because you're the apprentice. but how exactly are you gonna strike?

VANILLA! - a teaspoon of vanilla is enough to make a change to everything;

"it looks like maple syrup mixed with cough syrup," you say

"that sounds deliciously bitter," they reply

"you're deliciously bitter" you counter

...

they hide their face on the counter top whilst face visibly pink - you smirk in pride knowing you won out of idiocy; but did it matter? its the thought that you won that counts.

seeing the chance: you take the mixer out of their hands and mix away the ingredients. joyous and happy you are, they knew they had to up their game.

step 3: dissolve some baking soda into hot water. then, add a pinch of salt and the dissolved baking soda into the batter.

seeing as you've taken the lead, it's your turn to uprise the process.

BAKING SODA! - your partner gives you the baking powder and as they reach in their hand to give you the baking powder, you take their hand and put them both together. very cool power move.

"ok," they thought. their head might be relaxed but their hand isnt. it's set in position, which you then at the same time take the opportunity to pour in the hot water yourself. as you mix, your partner stares at you intently.

"what was that for?" they ask

you put your tongue out

"pay attention more" :p

SALT! - "ok you do the honours this time, its just salt" you say

"why? salty much?" they say

"says you" you reply

they scoff and pinched the salt from the container. and so, off the salt goes.

"thank you~" you say in a sly tone

"sure, whatever," face all red, they snatch the bowl from you and mix away.

fair enough

step 4: stir in flour and chocolate chips

one last step before making the shape of the cookies, what could go wrong?

FLOUR! - you grab the flour and chocolate chips and place them on the counter top. your partner looks at you while preparing the measurements of the ingredient: which is just the flour. as its commonly known, you can adjust the amount of chocolate chips you want based off of your desires.

"you know, i prefer my cookies with less chocolate chips," your partner says

you on the other hand have the opposite opinion, you're an avid lover of sweet, milky things. never would you deny otherwise to things as such (unless you're lactose intolerant but they dont exist). they knew of your obsession, though just wanted to cause a little conflict in the scene.

"don't you dare," you cry out

CHOCOLATE CHIPS! - it's just the difference of choice the two of you had. with a whole bag of chocolate chips, you both brace for who gets to pick between the amounts.

no hesitation, you both reach out to the bag in a rush: you try to distract your partner by attempting on negotiation, but it ended up not working.

"Pleaseeeeee," you beg. "I just want my chips to taste with the utmost pleasure of chocolate's divine."

"Nope, got it fair and square and that means I win," they reply. "But hey, since you asked nicely, maybe we can negotiate"

hearing that made you rise from your sorrow of defeat, alongside it is the feeling of relief. now what's left is to hear the deal:

"how about instead of placing all the chocolate chips all at once, you decide on what amount you want based off of the shapes you make? that way, i get my fair share of equality and you get... whatever you want," they ask

"DEAL," you reply. "as long as i get my cookies, i'm satisfied." in a happy mood, you take the chocolate chips from their hands and separate your amount and their amount. leaving it as a 1 : 2 ratio. the 2 of the ratio will be put in the bowl while the other 1 will be individually placed by you.

now, everything's settled

step 5: shape the dough and put it in the oven.

the trays are now taken out. you pull out the baking sheet alongside baking spray and now to finally make the desired shapes. with the bowl and your partner by your side, you both work together and try to get what's what.

as you both work on the batches, you can't help but just take a small taste of what the cookie dough tasted like; until your partner stops you while giving you a warning about salmonella, as if that'd stop you.

skipping to when everything's done, you both put the trays into the oven and wait 10 to 15 minutes for the cookies to be baked. while waiting, you looked at your partner with a grand smile: congratulating the both of your partner and you for successfully making their first batch of cookies while in hopes of the future that you both could make more batches of cookie. your partner blushes in extent while saying out loud, "you are such a hassle to handle."

"i know," you reply while hiding a hidden laugh.

as the cookies finish rising and the alarm begins to ring, you and your partner open the oven door; exposed to the rich aroma that the cookies offer. you both wait for them to cool down before you place them all into a container, leaving room for a time someone needs a snack. afterwards, you and your partner happily munch over a few bits and pieces of warm, delicious cookies!

[flamingtoads]

IT'S HALLOWEEN!! 🎃🦇

[k-0re]

Finally done!! Too many filters?..yea-

Anyways so Kay, I'm going to probablyyyyy post this on my Accs later, :DD

OMGOGMGGKFDNSKDNFJSNSISNSKSNKWNQOSNEOWNSKSNSIDBFJSNSJSIWNSJENENWJSNDOWNDONEOSJDJENAODNWOSNEOWEVERYONE STAY CALM

IM FREAKING IUT SISNSJSNSJSNSSN

I LOVE THIS SM OH MY GOD

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Devilish

A scare during the witching hour turns into something more pleasant than you thought it would.

Character; Trey Clover

Content; Gender-neutral reader, some fear but ends in fluff

Content Warning; Fear/anxiety, swearing

Word Count; 1.6 K

Author's Note; This is for @jade-s-nymph's TWSTober collab! I had a lot of fun writing this, plus this is my first fic/serious work featuring Trey ^v^ Please make sure you support the other writers and artists in this collab as well; and remember to reblog works that you enjoyed!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You woke up, a bit in a daze since you were just deep asleep, but the groggy daze of ��Why am I awake… nevermind, I’m going back to bed’ quickly left your mind as a strong, acrid, smell filled the air; the smell of something burning. That grogginess quickly morphed into a slowly building and intensifying anxiety, but none of the smoke alarms were going off… you still got up though and turned on all the lights; you wouldn’t be able to rest easy until you found the source of the smell.

Room by room, you turned on the lights, and thankfully you didn’t find anything ablaze. Thinking about it, you didn’t even have anything on that could theoretically start a fire… better safe than sorry.

I mean, like, who wouldn’t wake up and not be freaked out? My brain is practically running around in circles and screaming FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! You thought to yourself, rubbing your eyes. You also knew full well that you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep after this, the anxious part of your brain making sure that you stayed awake until you either found the source of the smell, or it went away.

You ended your quest of trying to find the smell in the kitchen, but there was no sign of smoke or the ‘fire’ that your brain imagined engulfing all of your earthly possessions. Yet, you didn’t feel relieved, instead, you hunched over your counter and started scrolling through your phone, looking for answers.

‘what smells like burning rubber’ 

You got everything from phantom smells caused by hallucinations, to electrical fires, to skunk. You let out a sigh and massaged your temples. Yeah, I should have seen that coming. Go looking for answers and instead, I have more questions than I began with. 

“Lovely,” you sighed, straightening yourself back up and looking up at the ceiling, “just lovely.”

It was honestly no use trying to go back to sleep now, since you were fully awake. Glancing at the clock, you groaned again; it wasn’t even four in the morning; what kind of sick joke was that? 

You gave your clock the stink eye but started your journey back to your bed, maybe you could start reading that book you’ve been meaning to get into… or you could just scroll mindlessly through social media while nice and comfy under your blankets. But right as you reached the threshold of your room, three knocks sounded out.

You paused and listened. Knock, knock, knock. There they were again, but they weren’t coming from the front door, no. You were half tempted to pull the blinds back from the window, but if there was some creep knocking on your window in the dead of night, you would rather not come across them. So yet again, you went through your place, triple-checking that all the locks were secure. First a fire scare, and now this? Today wasn’t going great, was it?

All of the locks checked out though, everything was good.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK.

A third round of knocking, but this time it was louder, more insistent. And the burning smell was back, and you could taste it from how strong it was. It commanded all of your attention and wasn’t going to be ignored… it was consuming, hungry almost. 

You were back in the kitchen, and thankfully(?) there was no more knocking, it seemed like three sets of three and it was done, but the smell, the smell. It was oppressive, and you started coughing, but despite the all-consuming smell of fire and burning, there was no smoke anywhere to be found; with the smell this thick, you would have been able to feel it. 

You went ahead to turn on the light, but despite you flipping the switch up and down multiple times, the light stayed off. And the rest of the lights just shut off suddenly on your final flip of the light switch, plunging you into darkness, engulfing you in darkness and the smell of burning.

FUCK! You fumbled around for your phone, trying to get the flashlight on.

Knock, knock, knock. The knocking was back, and it was slower and louder than before.

Finally, your phone’s flashlight turned on, and from the darkness, a pair of glowing yellow eyes stared at you, unblinking and looking into you, as if trying to see your very being.

And you? You just stood there, frozen, barely even breathing, since hey THERE WERE GLOWING EYES IN YOUR HOUSE STARING AT YOU? HELLO?! WHAT?!

You tried to move, to even open your mouth so you could make some attempt to either scream in horror, or hiss obscenities at whatever was in your kitchen, but you were frozen. And as you stared back into the glowing eyes, they were getting closer, and changing from a startling, eerie glowing gold, to something more dull and warm; a warm hazel. Despite this change from unnatural to something more human, they still pried into your consciousness, as if looking for something.

Soon, the former-glowing-eyed thing that was lurking in the dark corners of your kitchen stepped into the weak light of your flashlight. By the time he — yes, he — had stepped into the weak cold light, his eyes had stopped glowing. But the smell, the acrid smell of something burning, was stronger than ever, and it was coming from him. Yet, he looked like a polite neighbour who would offer you some sugar if you ran out, but you knew that wasn’t what he was.

He cleared his throat, and fixed his glasses, still keeping eye contact with you which you couldn’t escape. “You summoned me?”

You blinked in surprise at the question. It was out of pocket, but this entire situation was entirely ludicrous when you really thought about it. But the green-haired man just blinked back at you, as if he was just as confused at the current situation as you were. It was almost comical in a sense.

Finally, whatever spell you were under, lifted. “No,” you said, still gauging what he was since human was only the form he was taking on. “No, I really didn’t.” 

He offered you a polite smile, which was unnerving as it was charming; and if you were in a completely different situation, it would have you feeling at ease. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at end though, and your brain screamed DANGER! DANGER! RUN AWAY!

“You did though,” he chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “Don’t you remember? At the bakery?”

The bakery? … all you had gotten at the bakery was some sugar, flour, and some lemon squares. And you would have remembered him if you saw him at the bakery; since green hair wasn’t natural, yet it looked like it was for him.

You shook your head, “All I got was some supplies and lemon bars. I didn’t ‘summon’ you. And what do you mean by ‘summon’? Who are you? What are you? How did you even get in my house?”

He pursed his lips and looked at you pensively. “Must have been a mix-up then… you don’t seem like the type to summon…” He let out a deep sigh, and adjusted his glasses — apparently, both of you were not happy with your current situations. Also, you didn’t know if you should have been offended or not at that statement. “Can I see what you got?”

You nodded, bringing out the flour and sugar, which, judging by his lack of reaction other than saying, “That’s a good deal for that,” was not the reason why he just spawned in your house. But then you showed him the half-eaten container of lemon bars, with three still left over.

“Ah, looks like there was a mix-up,” he chuckled. He turned back to you, with your citrus confectionaries in hand. “These are demon bars, not lemon bars. Eating them summons, well, a demon.”

A demon… A DEMON?! You balked at him, looking from the traitorous sweets to his bashful smile. And no wonder they tasted devilishly sweet… You knew it was bad going shopping on an empty stomach, and now you were dealing with the consequences.

“No offence, but uhhhh, how do I… send you back?” You were going to say ‘get rid of you’ but you didn’t want to offend the guy; he seemed polite enough, but you also didn’t want to test your luck either. “And what do I call you? Since I don’t want to just call you ‘demon’?”

The demon brought his hand to his chin and looked at you. 

Man, his eyes are pretty when they aren’t glowing in the dark— WHAT AM I THINKING?! GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF! You dug your fingernails into your palm to stop your wandering, and sleep-deprived, thoughts from skipping merely down a rose-tinted road.

He looked at the ‘lemon’ bars (apparently it wasn’t just a fancy cursive L then) and looked back up to you. “Trey, you can call me Trey.” 

Like a serving tray? Or three in Spanish?

“As for sending me back? Well, you didn’t know they were actually contracts, so I think if we make three more of those bars you should be good.” He nodded at the end.

Your night had taken multiple turns; from you thinking your house was aflame, to being scared half to death by Trey in your kitchen, to now making demonic-infused lemon bars in your kitchen at four in the morning… at least you made it out with your soul intact with the whole experience only costing you some ingredients, which you could always get more of… and maybe you even made a friend in the process?

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[oetscop]

sometimes i just randomly remember that we literally can kinda hear belles voice at the end of petscop 8 and it makes me like. weirdly emotional??? LOL

[apolsup]

A quick thing I thought about, mostly as an excuse to have Fred change his form a little

Más d cerca ig ↓

Yes that is his halloween costume, yes he wears his costumes every day during all of october

- freddyyy, wake up!

+ugh, what do you want?

- what do you mean with "what do you want"??? Today begins the best month ever!!! The month of horror, witchcraft, the paranormal (like me!), and candy! OCTOBER!!!!

+ ah, its the first of october

-yep. Ta-dah!

[timefospookies]

Post Meursault arc ADA!Sigma and the average workplace convo 😋👍

“I fantasize about killing you a lot these days, I hope you know that.”

“I fantasize about killing me too! Any tips on how you’d go about it?”

Though Sigma almost choked on their own spit, no one else in the office seemed to bat an eye. Dazai, who had been silently bothering his work partner Kunikida for the better part of 20 minutes, had nearly gotten the poor man to snap. The poet tried to ignore that bastard the entire time, growing increasingly more agitated with each tease to the point Sigma feared he might explode. So when he finally threatened Dazai through gritted teeth, they felt inclined to fully believe his murderous intent. Kunikida twitched visibly, but made no move to spare his partner a single glance (whether that be to keep his own composure or to not satisfy Dazai was anyone’s guess).

”I'd hit you on the back of the head and toss you into the ocean.”

They couldn’t blame the guy, though. Sigma themselves had only known Dazai for, what, a month? And they couldn’t say the thought of killing him hadn’t slid through their mind at least once. But Kunikida had known him for YEARS. The bandaged man seemed to have this sort of cursed aura that made anyone within a 5 meter radius immediately want him dead, so it’s a miracle he was still standing in one piece. Dazai, on his end, leaned back into his chair in disappointment.

“How unceremonious of you, Kunikida,” he huffed, bored, “Can’t you do better than that?”

“Why, you…”

The man took a deep, shuddering breath to ground himself. He balled his hands into fists as he exhaled.

“Just. Get back to work.”

“Hey, wait, now you’ve got me curious,”

Both of the men and Sigma glanced at the end of the room towards the source of the voice. Ranpo, the super detective, had glanced up from his handheld to look at Kunikida. Now that he had their attention, he popped the lollipop out from his mouth and began to wave it around as he elaborated.

“You’d kill him via blunt damage, but with what? Where? When? How would you dispose of his body? I know you’d toss him in the ocean, but how would you go about it? Would you stuff him in the trunk of your car? Take a boat? How would you conceal his body?”

Sigma shifted uncomfortably in their seat. He is a detective, so with the amount of murders he must see on the daily must make for a pretty effective reverse engineered murder plan. However, this topic of conversation was rather unsavory for an Agency who was supposed to jail murderers, not become them. Kunikida, on the other hand, looked at the detective like he’d suddenly been enlightened.

“Good point…” he muttered.

Good point?!

“Hadn’t thought about it in detail, huh?” Ranpo smirked.

“No, I suppose not,”

Dr. Yosano, the Agency…well…doctor, spoke up.

“Me, personally? I’d tie him up, chop him into little pieces, and flush them down the toilet,”

Oh, so now they’re actually planning Dazai’s murder in front of him, that’s nice. Sigma glanced at the bandaged man in terror only to find him absolutely delighted with the situation. They didn’t know what else they expected out of him, honestly.

“Now, that’s an interesting way to go!” he chirped, “Though the chopping bit sounds rather unpleasant,”

“You’re getting murdered, it’s not supposed to be pleasant!” Kunikida snarled.

“I was just saying…”

“Sounds like an awful lot of blood,” Ranpo mused, interrupting, “What would you do about a mess that size?”

Then the little farm boy, Kenji, chimed in cheerily.

“Just kill him at a meat factory! No one would suspect random blood puddles at a meat factory!”

Consequently, Jun'ichirō, the illusion ability user, piped up as well.

“I feel like that would open up more problems than solutions though…” he said sheepishly, “Like, how would you even get into the meat factory?”

 “Are there any meat factories in Yokohama?” the doctor asked.

Dazai sighed, spinning in his chair.

“Not anywhere nearby, I reckon. You’d have to get me there first, and trust me, kidnapping is as much a hassle for you as it is for me.”

Kunikida spoke, thinking out loud more than anything.

“So dismemberment is too complicated, and blunt damage is too elaborate..” 

He suddenly perked up, in what Sigma could guess was…excitement.

“What about a staged suicide?”

Murmurs of agreement spread throughout the office.

“That’s more believable,” Ranpo said, nodding approvingly.

“Not just that, but you’d barely leave a trace,” Dr. Yosano added, “Just spike his drink and you’re done!”

But Dazai hummed once more, pondering over the idea in dissatisfaction.

“You’d need an ungodly amount of poison though…” he grumbled, deeply troubled, “I’m terribly resistant, you know? What could kill and elephant could give me a mild tummy ache,”

“Oh my god, never say tummy,” the doctor cringed. 

“My tummy wummy~”

The room was, again, filled with noise, only this time it was that of collective groans of disgust and Dazai’s vile cackling.

“See?! This is why people want you dead, Dazai!” she cried, “God!”

“Wait, okay, wait,” Jun'ichirō intervened once everyone had calmed down, turning his chair to face the man, “You’re not affected by any type of poison? Like, not even the strongest created or something?”

“Nope! I’ve tried it all before and-”

“WHAT?!”

Kunikida shot up from his seat and slammed his hands on Dazai’s desk- the latter looked up at him like a dog who'd been wrongly accused of something.

“What do you mean ‘what’? This is useful information!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘WHAT DO I MEAN’?! I-! WHY-!”

In his absolute red-faced bewilderment, the poet fumbled over his words way longer than any regular person should. Dazai didn’t seem to mind as he patiently awaited his partner’s response. 

“D-! DON’T DRINK POISON!” he finally sputtered.

“I wasn’t going to,”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!”

And with that, the poet brought his iron fist down on the man’s head, and the impact seemed to shake the room. Dazai sprung to life.

“OW, WHAT THE HELL?!” he cried, comically gripping his head in terror, “KUNIKIDA, DO YOU WANT ME DEAD OR NOT?!”

Sigma honestly wondered the same thing. 

“YES. NO?! IT’S COMPLICATED, OKAY?!”

Kunikida grabbed his partner by the collar and began to shake him around forcefully, bringing Hell down as he continued to yell and as the other resumed his complaining. What is happening? Sigma involuntarily grinned in grim confusion.

“Is this…normal?” they wondered out loud.

“Pretty much,”

Sigma yelped, their soul nearly leaving their body in surprise. 

“How long have you two been standing there?!” they cried.

The realization that Atsushi (Dazai’s mentee) and Kyōka (Atsushi’s mentee) had been standing behind them (possibly through the whole ordeal) struck them uncomfortably hard.

“Tummy wummy,” the two chorused in response.

It seemed no one’s ears were spared from Dazai’s horrible words. 

Sigma made a face, feeling generally disoriented, and Atsushi chuckled nervously as he waved his hands around in an attempt to comfort them.

“H-Hey, don’t worry, you’ll get used to it!”

“You’ll have to if you want to leave work psychologically unscathed every day,” the girl then deadpanned.

“Kyōka..”

How comforting. 

‘You’ll get used to it’, huh? The tiger boy didn’t look exactly convinced of that either as he stared at his arguing seniors with a tired look of amused disappointment. Sigma soon realized that the same look was plastered on all of the Agency members’ faces. What a bizarre thing this was- the weird dynamics of these peculiar people. What was even more bizarre was the look of genuine fondness in everyone’s gaze. Did they hate each other? Did they care about each other? Is it just both? Did this feeling of endearment and annoyance apply to everyone beyond just these two idiots? Sigma sighed as they felt themselves relax, just a little bit. How truly, truly bizarre…they’d get used to it.

[daily-streber]

Another silly stream on the clock app

…don’t ask about the lime lips 😭

[paletteprimary]

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basic dni criteria

ists & phobes

dark/pro/comship (WEIRDOS!!!)

certain irl doubles (unless i know you beforehand) (i'm irls of thomas connor, rick hedony & alucard)

ship slander (unless it's obviously problematic)

slander of my interests

unwanted criticism of any kind, especially if not asked

ANY person i had drama with, including exes

homestuck, hazbin/helluva, dsmp, object shows (im not okay with these, dont talk about them in front of me please. If you interact w/ me short term, I'll probably be fine)

ai "art" users, fuck off my stuff pal

people who use femboy. i hate that goddamn word

𓆩♡𓆪 byi + boundaries ,, :^

I would HEAVILY perfer if you use tonetags around me, you don't have to, but i'd like you to,

i ramble, yap, and yammer a TON, say outta pocket things, make inappropriate jokes, volume control/all caps issues, flirt/tease super close friends. If I EVER do a thing that makes you/someone uncomfortable, please inform me and don't tone switch with me.

sexual jokes are ONLY for close friends, not for people I just met, please refrain.

i dont like a lot of popular ships in the medias im into, don't get mad at me for not liking them. I am a BIG rarepair fan.

im a-okay with interaction, but I might not reply immediately because I am very anxious

i have some strong opinions, but i try to keep an open mind

don't question my art style (some doodles will just be a head and hands, my style in general is REALLY sketchy anyway)

my blog, my rules

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I'm thinking of making sticker sheets.

[turbo-autism]

when artists draw hinata with his green eye obscured. showstopping.

[frolicinq]

Havent you heard of stranger danger? 🙄 I'm just keeping Auri safe

Auri only exists bc of VFTR + Oren au so I will take the procreation credit /j

KFHRJDFBNF

Where's the child support then 🤨