#ough lil guy

[egginfroggin]

Hmmmm.

Yet another meme redraw for you all this fine day

It hasn't been officiated by Nintendo yet, but frankly, I do subscribe to the theory that DMK corrupted Sectonia via the mirror; I also think that Taranza has every right to knock him out cold for it

Tell me, which bin do you think DMK belongs in, recycling or trash?

Also I did the perspective after one in the morning on this, don't mind how skrungled DMK is

Also if anyone knows the meme this is based off of and can give me its name or a link to it, please do so if you wouldn't mind, I couldn't find it and had to do this all from memory

Have a good day, everyone ^^

(Program: Krita; time: about 3 hours [same time half the effort as the last one. huh])

[anemonet]

pro tip: you can always put the bugs in little outfits :thumbsup:

[ultipoter]

The cape in Cobalt Coastlands is the perfect spot for Jirou and Volo to see the first sunrise of the year 🌅

Have some Pokemon art to kick off the year 2025!

[garbagechocolate]

Very yummy designs 👍

OOOOHH BUMBLE THEM IN YOUR STYLE IS SOOOO

[coconut530]

STAY IN YOUR LANE

[heartss4elysia]

THE CUTEST SILLIEST GUY EVER

[rebouks]

Robin’s first day at school after the winter holidays was just like any other; painful, overwhelming, and slightly boring.

There was a myriad of reasons he didn’t want to be here, but Oscar and Courtney were adamant it was somehow important-.. and mandatory, so Robin didn’t have a choice. They’d become immune to his avoidant shenanigans over time too, no longer were they so easily fooled, even when he’d made himself sick on purpose.

 He’d given up eventually, the worried glances they’d exchange each morning proving to be as tiresome as school itself. Pretending to be fine was better than being shipped off to some snooty shrink again; one who wouldn’t believe him anyway, who couldn’t even imagine the nonsense he was subject to on a daily basis, despite their fancy certificates hanging behind their fancy desks.

Robin was completely mute whilst at school, save for the odd whisper to Jude or sometimes Jacob, if necessary-.. but never Juniper. She was too condescending with her concern and far too obvious. He wanted to fade into obscurity, not be thrust into the limelight by an overzealous cousin trying to do the “right” thing by speaking on his behalf.

He’d resorted to telling her off in the end, her lip quivering as he explained how she was only making things worse. Robin wasn’t sure what had surprised her more, the fact that he was so vehemently opposed to being defended, or that he’d spoken to her at all. She’d acquiesced though, so that was something.

The only person he spoke to properly was nurse Wiles, or Silvia, as she insisted at this point. The cacophony of voices and Robin’s general disdain for being trapped in this hellish building for six hours a day usually resulted in a pounding headache and a disgusting, dissolvable aspirin; he was her most frequent visitor, discounting the child that was practically allergic to everything in sight.

He kept to himself as much as he could, scrawling out enough work to avoid being pulled up and listening to music wherever he could. He had a solid collection of tiny I-pod shuffles and headphones by now, enough to rotate between classes as they inevitably wound up being seized by exasperated adults.

His favourite deception were the decoy headphones, their obnoxious size drawing immediate attention and victorious confiscation. He’d huff and hand them over in defeat, only to thread a smaller more inconspicuous pair beneath his shirt and tuck them under his thick, curly mop as soon as their backs were turned; they were none the wiser, content with their perceived punishment. Robin thought teachers were supposed to be smart…

Though Robin’s long tangle of curls were useful in some ways, they also drew their fair share of unwanted attention. As if being provoked, shoved, tripped, and called “Mutey” wasn’t enough, he was often referred to as a girl, particularly by the other boys.

He wasn’t entirely sure why it was so hilarious, or why it never got old, especially since it was painfully obvious by now that he didn’t give a shit. He was used to being the proverbial punching bag. Being as different as he was obviously made him an easy target, almost as though he had a bullseye permanently woven into the fabric of his jumper.

He’d surmised that they had their reasons for picking on him though; some had parents who were just as cruel, some had none at all, some were desperate to fit in, and some were just too stupid to know any better.

Either way, Robin had decided a long time ago that he’d rather they mithered him with their so-called bullying than risk upsetting some poor schmuck who wasn’t privy to the concealed insecurities that diluted their venomous words and wicked laughter.

Most of Robin’s classes were raucous, yet dull. He could barely hear himself think over the combined clamour of diligent workers and class clowns, and since he could usually glean the answers to any questions from his classmates or the teachers themselves, he never saw much point in trying.

He knew it probably wasn’t great to miss out on the “working out” part of the work, but it was too hard to concentrate even if he’d wanted to. Oscar always helped him with his homework after dinner anyway, so a least he wasn’t going to end up completely lacking in the brain cell department-.. hopefully.

Swimming lessons and PE weren’t so bad, but art was his favourite class of all. Most people got too caught up in what they were doing to daydream noisily or obsess over potentially incorrect answers. There was no right or wrong when it came to creation, and Robin was actually good at drawing, painting, or whatever else his sticky fingers fancied throwing together.

His art teacher even let him wear his headphones during class too, so he’d get to sit at the back of the room in a blissful cocoon of loud music and pencil shavings, wishing every period were this laid back.

All in all, school was utter shite; and at the end of each terrible day when the bell finally rang, Robin was beyond glad that it was over.

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[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

did someone say TIDBIT TUESDAY?? about an au with NO CONTEXT!!! (ok a LIL context. Mark from that was then this is now n dallas winston are half brothers. events of twttin still happen up until Mark goes to jail. instead he runs to dallas n dal hides him. au compliments of the great @your-unfriendlyghost)

"Hey Dal?" Mark rolls over on his side, stares out the low window, thrown open 'n bringin' in the smell of the river.

"Go to sleep, kid." Dallas budges over, groans, voice all marked up 'n muddled by sleep.

"I gotta ask ya somethin'." He sits up a lil' more, kicks at his brothers back when Dallas doesn't immediately answer. He huffs out an irritated sigh, cracks open an eye, rolls onto his back.

"Then fuckin' hurry up 'n ask it, kid." A train whistle shrills high 'n echoin'. A breeze pushes the curtains back 'n forth. Mark twists his blanket up between his hands, looks out at the square of lamp light shinin' onto the floor. "Sometime tonight, Mark. Some of us wanna go back to sleep."

"How do you stop hatin' someone?" He blurts out. Words comin' stumblin' 'n sleep deprived out past his lips. Takin' up space. Sittin' on the edge of the bed. 'N now he kinda regrets it 'cause Dal's got both eyes open. Blinkin' those stupid blue eyes they share. Those blue eyes that got his mama killed. 'N he tries to pull 'em back in. 'N when he can't make 'em fit back right in his mouth he tries to smother them by flippin' back over. With a hasty, "Nevermind. Forget it. Whatever."

Dal's quiet for a long moment 'n Mark keeps his back to him. Starin' hard at the blank wall lit up in the moonlight 'n the piles of shoes 'n jackets 'n-

"This about Bryon?" 'N Dallas' voice is softer then it ever is in the daytime. 'Cause they both musta got that from their Daddy too. Can only say anythin' that means anythin' in the dark. Where you can't see it.

So he just keeps on starin' at the wall when he says, "Yeah."

'N there's quiet again. Just the cicadas singin' outside 'n the crickets playin' counter harmony. The distant rumble of what may have been a freight or a summer storm. Dal's silent so long Mark's just beginning to think he may have dropped right off to sleep again when he speaks.

"Well. The first step a stoppin' is to make sure ya ever really hated 'em in the first place, I reckon." He lets out a long breath 'n the bed creaks vaguely as he rolls over again.

"'N if you're sure?" He can feel the breath he's holdin' burn straight down to his ribs. Ache. Ache. Ache. Burn. He hates Bryon. He does. Hates him. Ache. Ache Ache.

"Check again." Dal throws an arm around his shoulders. Breaths out. Back in. "Make sure it ain't just regret in a big ol' leather jacket."

[mo-ok]

would you like a red boy? hold out your hand i'll give you a red boy 🥰

[sinistersinita]

Just tenno being tenno. Just another afternoon

Featuring @calledcosmic Yulia and @alcyonsa Aya

Clearer images undercut lmao

Anusha being silly lil gal. Not to be alarm.

[door430]

Family Update! it's time to burn Navy in the campfire

these goobers are downloadable! take any sprite folder and put it in the Desktoptale custom folder to get these funny little creechurs for yourself!

Application used: Desktoptale

Sprites: Made by me

And with that, this collection is complete (for now)! Honestly, making these guys was super fun, and I'll probably keep making silly little sprites for other series!

[malicioussquirrel]

How it feels to finally draw something for fun for yourself and actually really like it after months of nothing but half baked sketches, art school projects and portfolio applications

[celestialtrolls]

Still not asleep

Thinking rennra thoughts. I think i decided on what I want for his black quad :]

[lemedstudent2021]

Front yard flower. That shade of purple reminds me of you

what if i wept hm. what then

[serfuzzypushover]

btw im a lesbian

[spotaus]

Update: I am writing Reaper as shockingly uneventful and the plot relies heavily on me writing this scene between Geno and Error (I think Reaper doesn't grasp the severity truly until after *that* reunion. And so it's a dogpile of realizations (Angst Moment) only after Geno and Error have *their* angst moment- ) and I don't think I can write their angst tonight cuz I haven't really processed their personalities fully?

Anyways, gonna hop back over to see if the Nightmare's acquisition of Killer drabble or Error gets hired by Night drabble are looking any better.