#like I’m cute

[rosicheeks]

😞

[notherpuppet]

This is not a hiatus announcement (don’t come for me!!!) lol, but yeah school starts tomorrow so idk how often I’ll be able to draw fanart. But I’m devoted to my relationship to HH and am trapped by the radio demon so I’ll be around 🥰♥️

The good news is that I’m going to school to learn how to draw better so hopefully my fanart game will level up hehe 🎮✨

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa’s plush dropped!!

[comicake]

glad to see that a lot of people were disappointed by the fact that Niko’s colourful lights were not her lesbian vibes but just some parasites

[very-cherrybomb]

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩?

[opikiquu]

[shelf-of-knicknacks]

uhmm.. kick at ground .. if ur taking requests will u draw stu and billy kissing after they’ve killed someone.. 🔪🩸🩸

Yessir, heresir

[asparklethatisblue]

Strange changes in “feminism” have happened since I was a teenager…

[pissmamiii]

lover girl and a disgusting whore what more could u want

[vvenuspng]

lovies

[venus vs. color: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)..]

first palette suggested by @yer-a-legend ♡

[tedzyrotten]

vessel air guitar will never not be funny

[pestorik]

TWST x adventure time: savanaclaw

ppl suggested this title for leona and i had to force myself to go against AT naming conventions

[chloesimaginationthings]

There's doomed yuri... in my FNAF ruin?

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[soosoosoup]

snowzone

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.