#prolly tomorrow

[plutonianplaything2]

everybody say goodnight olive

[remxedmoon]

NILLE BLAST

aaaa worked on these a while ago but!! i’ve got a pétronille design finally!! and it was nowhere near as daunting as i expected to be!!!! this was really fun to work on actually. don’t look at that leftmost doodle btw. it’s. Not Great (by my standards for myself at least).

aaaanyways. design notes and greyscale versions below!! most of this isn’t. super set in stone or anything? just Night Ramblings

in terms of colors she’s mostly just a Slightly Edited version of bonnie’s palette. the only noteworthy addition here is the blue (or. well. more like grey actually) i added to her shirt, hat, and waist wrap. no real reason here, i just thought it’d contrast well with her colors!!

i also kept her outfit pretty similar to bonnie’s! bonnie’s official ref mentions that their shirt is too big for them so! i think it’d be cute for all of their clothes to be hand-me-downs from nille🩶. i imagine she cares more about practicality than fashion, so her outfit’s pretty simple! breathable clothes she can move around in, a bag to hold her stuff, and a hat to keep the sun out her eyes.

generally went for more. blocky??? shapes here? i wanted to set her apart from bonnie! idk. not much to say here!

this didn’t affect her design That Much outside of the bandages on her hands, but she’s rock type here! it just Made Sense with her hammer. in hindsight i wonder if that influenced her design being more Square…

aaa you can probably tell i’m writing these while tired. sorry if these are even more disjointed than usual (somehow). here’s the greyscale versions!! thanks for reading and stuff!!

[payasita]

new entity, new looks! (something about a shared wish.)

silly sloopis shitpost under the cut

[eggwishing]

tiger den wipppp.. our design teacher is finally letting us use color…. :]

[wastingstarsss]

Actually it’s late and I need to be asleep HOWEVER I AM HAVING THOUGHTS about Rumbelle. I feel like we’ve all just collectively glossed over the fact that Rum and Belle were separated for 30 years. That’s a long time dude. And no-no-no- they weren’t just separated. He believed, fully, wholeheartedly believed, that she was dead. FOR THIRTY YEARS. He mourned her, he grieved for her, he kept his love for her locked away inside for all those days and nights. And then Belle, sweet, sweet Belle. She spends a bit of time adventuring and getting out there and good for her! I love that for her! She deserved that. And then she gets trapped. How long do you think she was in Regina’s castle, stuck there wondering, will she ever see him again? And then she is amnesiac for 28 years. Do you think, when she woke up from the curse, do you think she thought for a moment that she was dreaming- that she was still in that little cell, locked up and alone and thinking of the man she loved? Do you think she’d thought of him so often that when she woke from the curse and saw him there, that she thought he was just another dream? And then the mental fog lifted and she realised oh- oh- he looks… different. His curse has lifted- who lifted his curse? But does that matter? Does it even matter? Because she’s been holding her love for him inside for so long and she just has to let it out, she has to tell him no matter the consequences. She finally found her way back to him, she won’t let that go, and Rumple? Sweet, grieving Rumple, he hears her say that she loves him and it’s like oh. He can let himself believe it this time. Not many people are lucky enough to get a second chance but he not only has that, she’s essentially been bought back to life, it’s like she’s been reanimated and given another go at it. She was dead, not physically but in his eyes she was dead, and suddenly she’s not anymore- and she’s with him, alive and saying that she loves him. And it’s so true in her eyes and in her hands, in the way she touches him so gently, in how she’s not afraid to be with him. To be soft with him.

Ugh it’s just… 30 years, dude. 30 years. For some people that’s half a lifetime.

[edgeray]

One Hell of a Butler Pt.1

Encounter (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Guys. I am so sorry. I don't think that Arlecchino oneshot is being posted tomorrow. 😿Trust that it will be posted this weekend. Take this as an apology (I am fr spoiling y'all Arle fans) for the pushback. This is a repost to something I submitted as an anon to @/megistusdiary so there's a chance you've already seen this. It was written a while ago so quality is not up to par. This is the Black Butler inspired demon au! that I talked about in my poll, check it out if you want a little bit more on this concept. (Thank you guys for voting in it! :33 I'm looking forward to writing the oneshots). Series Masterlist Content Warning: Semi-graphic descriptions of violence

Everything hurts. It burns, burns, burns, and you can't feel your limbs and your vision fades in and out. Your broken form twitches on the ground, and as your assailants approach you, ready to wrench the remaining life out of you slowly and painfully, with your final burst of energy and concentration, you let out a guttural screech, a summoning spell spewing from your raspy throat and bloodied teeth. 

At first, you think nothing happens. They stalk you, unfaltering despite what you have just called for. Wearing teeth-baring grins and depraved intentions, they near your crumpled body, with their dirty, despicable hands reaching out towards you. Your half-lidded eyes shut fully, and you heave out a sigh of resignation, giving up the futile struggle of staying alive. 

You hear it first before you actually see it. A sound distinct only to stilettos clicking against the ground. It jerks your attention immediately, and you twist your head slowly to face the oncoming figure. Black heels with gold adornment catch your eye, and then--

"Well, well, looks like I found the doll that called me," you hear a deep, feminine voice sibilates, voice reverberating throughout the chamber. Your gaze slowly trails up the newcomer's figure, and the white clothing, snow-white hair, and feminine features cause you to mistake her as an angel. Red-crossed pupils meet with yours. A shiver works its way up your spine but you stare in awe regardless. What kind of human was this?

One of your tormenters inquires rather rudely about the woman and storms towards her haughtily, ignorant of the fact he has just sealed his fate. There's an audible, irate click of her tongue, then a snap echoes the room. For a brief moment, your sight is filled with just red, and then your eyes widen as the aggressor bursts into a beautiful explosion of blood and guts. She walks past where once the man stood without pause, now just a puddle of blood, tutting at the blatant disrespect of the formerly alive human. Her feet stop just before you and her shadow looms over.

"A-arle...cchino?" You croak weakly as your hazy gaze sets on her. She looks so handsome, beautiful like a guardian angel, even when she's covered in red. Her lips curl up slightly and she crouches down to hook an arm behind your back and knees, lifting you bridal-style. Heat radiates from her cold-blooded being and it is so much more comforting than the icy hardness of the floor. You immediately bury your face into her shoulder while your needy hands grip onto her coat out of desperation and fear. Beneath the intense iron smell of blood, she smells of something floral, you noted with dulled surprise. 

"That is me, the Knave. And what have you called me for?" She purrs from above, repositioning you in her arms so she could support you with one arm instead of both. 

You give one single glance behind your shoulder towards the now cowering group of people, their behavior reminding you of feeble sheep rather than the bloodthirsty pack of wolves. You think that you'd like lamb chops after all of this. 

Turning your head back, you suck in a steady breath, your voice unwavering and clear despite being muffled into her clothes. "Kill them." 

"As you wish." 

Even as she draws out the sweetest, most revolting of screams from the remaining alive people, you find peace in your arms. You don't watch, instead, opting to rest your head against her and try to fall asleep to your former captors' begs of mercy. A hand combing through your hair wakes you up. You admire her sharpened red nails and her black hands, so contrasting against her unblemished and perfect skin but pretty all the same. It looks nice, sifting through your hair, it feels right, it feels perfect, even if they're dipped in blood.

"Well, I suppose we can work out the contract at a later time. For now, rest, my dear," her voice is soft and it lulls you to sleep in her arms. She tucks your head underneath her chin and walks away from the bloodbath, her darling wrapped tightly close to her.

[plaguedpriest]

hi i meant it can you give her a friend. or you can just appreciate her and let her be onher way no big deal

theyre heading to school !!!!

[greenbirdtrash]

where ya going

[arimabari]

$10 Bust Commissions

Trying to help pick up the slack for food and board during the days where my partner doesn't work so we don't have to worry about paying for our room or eating bread all day wahoo

They will all be front facing and they will all include a little chibi as a treat. They will also be kinda sketchy but fully colored. If this interests you feel free to drop $10 to my ko-fi [link] or just dm me and we can do regular paypal. Shares would be greatly appreciated! Thank uu

[autism-calzone]

🎶Chicken man (chicken man) Chicken man (chicken man) La-la la la-la la la la-la la🎶

[synthshenanigans]

boat....2....

waogh

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

oh me? posting suggestive nexus wip art? you must’ve mistaken it, I would never….

[gunsatthaphan]

#subscribe to their mukbang channel (or maybe don't..)

[luuxxart]

💕SHIROMURA BIRTHDAY 💕

[kas-eddie-munson]

more disabled steddie~ same CWs as earlier parts.

Part 1 ~ Part 2

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After the party, Eddie was out of commission for a few days, exhausted.  But he had a mission now, so by the time the next weekend rolled around, he dragged the phonebook out of the kitchen drawer and scanned the B’s for Buckley.

Her mom picked up, because that was just his luck, and he made something up about being a friend from band til he got Robin on the line.

“Hey!  Buckley!  You watch a lot of like, foreign films, right?  Like in French or something?”

“Uh, yeah?  Eddie?  Who is this?”

“Yeah it’s Eddie.  Listen, does Steve like those?”

“Steve?  I mean I’ve forced him to watch them with me, but no, not really.  Are you alright?  I don’t think you’ve ever called me before.”

Eddie explained that he wanted to invite the two of them over to watch a movie, and Robin got excited, listing off movies she thought they’d all like.

The next day, Eddie opened the door to an enthusiastic Robin, Steve getting out of his car behind her.

“- and we ended up going with Star Wars which I’m sure you’ve seen already but like it’s a classic?  And it’s Steve’s favorite, so we can do a mini marathon!”

Eddie pulled up next to the sofa and locked his wheels, scooching over onto the sofa and getting himself comfy.  Robin stood staring at him.

“Um, do you need help?  Or,”

She made a pained expression and Eddie told her he was fine, which he was.  She sat down in Wayne’s recliner, as far away as she could be from where Eddie was sitting.

They got the movie set up and Steve made popcorn while Robin skipped through the ads.  Steve brought over the food, and she navigated the menu, turning on closed captions.  Eddie said nothing, but Steve scowled at her.

“Eds, did Robin tell you I’ve seen Star Wars before?  Multiple times?”  Steve made eye contact with her as he spoke.

He and Robin had a silent conversation.  She pressed play without looking at the remote, and Steve heaved a sigh, head flopping back onto the sofa.

Eddie nudged Steve as they watched, making little comments after he got his attention.  He didn’t ask about the elephant in the room.  By the time the first movie ended they were barely paying attention to it, conversation drifting between all sorts of unrelated topics.

The next day was rough.  Everything hurt, despite not doing much the day before.  Too much to even sleep it off.  He didn’t have weed, since he wasn’t selling anymore and couldn’t exactly ask Wayne to run him up to Rick’s place.  He just laid in bed, half awake most of the day.

Wednesday, Eddie woke up feeling alright.  Wayne helped him down off the porch to the car, and then packed his chair in the trunk.

Wayne took Eddie to the grocery store sometimes, like he was a dog that needed a walk.  It was one of the few places in town with automatic doors and ramps onto the sidewalk, presumably for the shopping carts.  He’d rip their shopping list in half, and hand half to Eddie, who would grab what he could carry in his lap and return so Wayne could get the rest of their food.  Eddie was sure it took longer this way but didn’t complain.

He overheard him talking to Mrs. Henderson near the checkout lanes.  She called Wayne “an angel.”  Wayne Munson, who watches baseball in his underwear and smokes a pack a day.  Eddie doesn’t think Wayne’s been called an angel in his life.

But he was an angel now apparently, because he has the gargantuan burden of babysitting twenty-one-year-old Eddie Munson.  Indefinitely.

Eddie pretended he hadn’t heard the conversation in the car, just fiddled with the radio.  Wayne didn’t mention talking to her either.  They drove home in silence.

Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6