#maybe ill come back to it idk

[milkcanslam]

Parappatherapper/UmJammerLammy DS game concept Ive been brewing...

Playable/Unlockable Characters

Possible Team Combination

Sketches for said concept (undercut)

[teethkid67]

has it always been so bright

reference (and background)

[maomango-doodle]

"And I hope you die, I hope we both die."

(Lyrics : No children by The Mountain Goats)

[eggwishing]

tiger tiger tiger, tiger tiger tiger

[spenglerstwinkie]

“To the race and to the next part.”

“To the race, and the next part.”

[momentary-moss]

the powwwer pufff girlsssss

[candyje11yfish]

shawna content

[alenoah-likerr]

i wanted to finish this but i was busy with irl stuff so here's an unfinished vampire deco*27 but it's stakes Alejandro + some alenoah doodles cuz i was trying out procreate

[kiddokori]

his ass is NOT getting up for his 8am lecture

[beebonkbiki]

what happens when a cannibal god and a self-sacrificial idiot are in love and are both furries

[mamawasatesttube]

ooooo timkon w “Can you just hold me?” or “You look like you need a hug." for the ficlet thing :3

Kon's hair is a frizzy mess.

That's the first red flag. Kon is ridiculously vain when he wants to be, with a whole hair care shower routine, silken pillowcases, and an array of curl creams and whatnot that he had to explain to Tim twice before any of it stuck in his head properly. Tim teases him for it now and then, but he knows it's because Kon doesn't like people seeing him at anything but his best. Kon got too used to being picked apart on camera for that.

So the fact that his hair is unkempt and mussed as he lets himself in from the balcony is... concerning.

Even more concerning is the way he barely even looks at Tim before he throws himself at the bed, flopping face-down with an oof. The balcony door closes itself behind him like an afterthought, and he heaves a huge, melancholy sigh.

"Kon?" Tim pushes away from his desk, trotting over to the bedside. Kon's legs are sticking off, and Tim shakes his head fondly as he reaches down to tug Kon's boots off. "Long day, huh?"

The first boot comes off in his hands; the second follows almost instantaneously. Kon lifts his head from the duvet to give him a slightly sheepish look over his shoulder, apologetic, before he drops his face back down with a thump.

"I'm tired," he mumbles. And he sounds like it. There isn't even a hint of a smile in his voice.

Tim crawls onto the bed next to him, rests his hand comfortingly at the small of his back. "What happened?"

Kon hisses out another sigh into the duvet. "Someone tried to—and don't get your knickers in a twist, I'm fine—but someone tried to dissect me today. Again."

Alarm jolts through Tim's whole body; his hands immediately start roaming Kon's torso, probing for wounds. "What?! Are you hurt—"

"I just said, I'm fine, Rob." Kon sounds a little wry as he rolls onto his back. "Jeez. What happened to your listening skills?"

He catches one of Tim's wrists and holds it to his chest, over his heart; Tim can see the sliver of an incision, cut right into the center of the S-shield emblazoned on his chest. He can't tell if it cut the skin beneath or not, but at least he doesn't see any blood.

The tiny smile on Kon's face fades, and Tim softens, studying him. Now that he can look properly, he can see the telltale signs that Kon cried, earlier; his cheeks are a little blotchy, his eyes slightly reddened. An eyelash is stuck to the delicate skin just below his eye.

"Some... ugh. They were some, like, Cadmus-wannabes. Total bozos, though. They had a red sun lamp, but no metagene suppressant, so." Kon shrugs, discontented. "They didn't even use the energy restraints like that time with Amanda Spence, like—c'mon, at least do your basic research if you're gonna try to vivisect a guy, right?" He snorts humorlessly. "I got out fine, took it down, called the S.C.U., it's whatever. I'm just... I'm so tired, Tim," and his voice cracks on Tim's name.

"Kon," he murmurs, leaning down. He presses their foreheads together, his chest aching. He'll have to check the news, find out from reports who exactly was behind this, because... it shouldn't matter, since it's already taken care of, but something inside him burns at the thought that anyone, anywhere, could put such a bone-deep sorrow into Kon's eyes.

"I'm so tired of people acting like I'm—like I'm not a person just 'cuz I hatched outta some stupid tube in a lab." Kon's eyes are too bright. He squeezes them shut and takes a shaky breath. "Like—what do I gotta do, y'know? How do you just—how do you even get through to people who're so convinced clones aren't people? I'm a person, too! I just... I..."

Tim very briefly debates the ethics of breaking into Stryker's just so he can hit someone with his staff. Or his car.

"I'm... really sorry you had to deal with that," he says instead, lamely. It's cold comfort, and awkward, and—

And it makes Kon laugh, watery but real. He blinks his teary-bright eyes up at Tim, brushes a gloved hand to his cheek. "You're mad as hell right now, aren't you?"

Tim smiles ruefully and presses his lips to Kon's jaw. "You caught me." Another kiss, to the corner of Kon's mouth. "I just—I hate that I can't do anything to fix this kinda thing for you. You don't deserve it."

"Mm." Kon takes a second to collect himself, swallows hard, and breathes out slowly. "You do more than you realize, I think. Can you just—can you just hold me? For a little while?"

Tim flops down on top of him immediately, wraps his arms around his head and neck, and smushes his face into Kon's hair. It would probably be more comfortable if they were side-by-side and facing each other, but the advantage of this position is that—

Kon laughs again, soft and fond. His voice is still a little thick, but he's smiling now. "Is that comfy for you...?"

"Kinda." Tim kisses his temple, too. "You smell like smoke."

"Mmf, sorry." Kon sighs again. "And I got it all over the bed now, too, huh..."

"S'okay. We can just grab a different blanket later." Tim scrunches his fingers through Kon's hair until they hit a tangle. "...Want me to wash your hair for you?"

Kon's arms tighten around him, and suddenly he seems like he needs a moment before he can respond. Tim doesn't rush him.

"Yeah," Kon croaks out after a moment, his voice suspiciously wet. "Yeah, Robbie. I'd like that a lot."

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

Which of the newsies would be into Chappell Roan

And if I say all of them-who will stop me

[cryiling]

idk how to edit but i had a vision and i needed to make the audio, then i was like why not make an edit for it too 😖 did i eated,,

[kaiserouo]

[lonelysa1lor]

I am once again thinking about Vanders non-perminent 'Peace' in The Lanes

Because it wasn't going to last at all, Vi and the others arent the only ones stealing things from Pilltover, someone would've eventually stolen from somewhere that was as important as an apartment owned by the Kirammans even if Vi and the others hadnt gotten that tip from Ekko. And that wall of peace wouldve snapped.

It may have kept some people safe but Zaun was still having enforcers come through, It wasnt a step forward or a step back. It was a non-moving middle ground.

Vander stopped moving in an effort to keep people safe. While Silco was dragging Zauns blood covered body to freedom even if it killed everyone he was tugging into the sun, including himself. He only took a moment to pause when he realised it meant sacrificing Jinx

[just-null]

i miss u jay :( r u alive...

Hello! Your cult leader is alive. My attention has just drifted to other things, and I'm unsure how to continue..

The voices in my head are yelling at me about demons slayer recently. (Unsurprisingly) about background character(s?) once more.. Hantengu and those fuckass clones.....

I've stated I'm multi Fandom before, but hm, I don't want things to get too clunky.. but I also dont want to make new blogs each time........

what do you think, cult members??