#not that theyll ever talk about it :(

[dotts-inkings]

Something about identity, and innocence

Tagging @the-quackity-competition who is the reason banquetduo exists!! Please free me from this place I can't stop thinking about them

[cerealmonster15]

a jamiazu sketchy sketch bc oh my god i am LOVING the energy these two are bringing with each other in this event!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a win for the jamiazu community!!!!

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

thinking about how Icarus checked to make sure they had two pickaxes when they were flying over to coop after Jamie and Easton asked them to. thinking about it.

[akkivee]

here’s why kuukou and amy are twins:

hyperactive to point it sometimes overwhelms people

loves having fun and going out their own adventures and often wants to share those finds with people they like

shown to track down their crushes friends bc they want to hang out with them and are pushy about it lol

both described as troublemakers

unconditional lovers

not afraid to stand up to wrongdoings and are pretty proactive about it

both love nature

both love sweets

fashionistas!!!!!!

trains very hard to become the ideal versions of themselves

also changed their looks to match that ideal self

depicted as protectors

believers of fate

like ‘you’re my soulmate’ stage kuukou said to ichiro and amy’s tarot cards pointed to sonic as her soulmate

forever changed the trajectory of a red/black dude with love

kuukou’s name is a time marker in buddhism, amy has unrealised time powers

both try to hide their weaknesses and are very aware of them

regardless of if kuukou realises this or not lol, both use weapons despite being very strong without them

both are hotheads but can and have solved conflict with their words/actions/feelings and tend to drop whatever they were doing to help

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

looking at the 13 era books and audios like do we have to do everything our fucking selves around here

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

[taravangians-storming-balls]

Got excited all over again for kaladin and szeth interactions in kowt. Just two sad little guys having a sad little time. I hope they have so many disaster moments

[felixiskandar]

im with the shippers on this one tbqh. like why are they doing all that if carmen and syd arent meant to be

[justladders]

are you okay with suggestive art of your springtrap design?? like not vulgar i just wanted to draw a joke.

Not saying I do or don't have any already but yeah suggestive stuff is fine.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[ninjasmudge]

ppl will literally sort ships into regimented top/bottom categories based on tallest/shortest and then not think about it again

[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

[taeyungie]

😺

[sonknuxadow]

god its only been one page and everyone is already making this all about shipping and basically all anyone has to say about this issue and what might happen in it is shipping related and its getting on my nerves and i know its just going to get worse once the actual full issue drops. sad !

[nishibai]

Killugon, merukomu for ship bingo

i apologize SO bad for the merukomu one. its really light ik. hope its visible enough.., screw you tumblr for messing w the colors btw

[seeinglittlestars]

Bruhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh