#reviving this from my old blog

[infinite-orangepeel]

90’s au fruity four sharing a communal closet out of sheer necessity due to the limited square footage of their brooklyn apartment, which quickly evolves into everyone wearing each other’s clothes:

exhibit a

nancy: is that my skirt ?

eddie: i have no idea what you’re talking about

nancy: it is mine, i wore it on my first date with steve, sophomore year

eddie: no, no that can’t be right. i’m pretty sure i wore it on MY first date with steve—

exhibit b

robin: i’m taking nancy out tonight for our anniversary. what do you think of my outfit, is it okay ? do you think she’ll like it ? be honest.

steve: hmm. i think your belt should be getting paid much more, because it’s working overtime to hold up my levis, as we speak…

robin: if it makes you feel any better, the shirt is eddie’s and at this point, i have no idea whose jacket this is…

[poinsettiapavilion]

if a mutual wants to see my boobs, I will simply show them

[pomfey]

some older hifuu doodles because i just found out about the upcoming album and i'm so excited i'm going to explode

[uselesslesbianfatou]

[jewelstole]

💎

[merry-the-cookie]

mullet nation

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

Master of Flies

Darling, my darling, the kitchen’s on fire the children are turning to lice. 

Angel, my angel, the trumpets are wailing I think we’re falling to Hell. 

Husband, my master, the meat is poisoned, it’s my own flesh I cantarella-spiced. 

Master, commander, I’m Damned for your love, sting me, sweet venom, my shell 

of bitter words and amber lies 

capsize, and rain falls outside 

your austere pentagram, your 

fortress crumbles, we are naked 

as Cymoril and Elric in a seaside 

cave, and I’m dead come Monday. 

Bee, I’ll rise come Friday with the locust-honey. 

Buzz buzz,  

chime chime.  

Eat me, breed me!  

Let’s go 

and get 

Chinese. 

It’s 

all 

fine.

[tomeebear]

in dire need of expanding my artistic knowledge/interest, burdened w/ overwhelming laziness

[hazy-sayonoria]

I FINISHED FINALS YAYYYYYYYYYYYY

I'm finally free from hell 😭

In honor of FINALLY finishing 8th grade after what felt like a decade,I shall show one of my bendy ocs

Her names chloe ! She was my first bendy oc,first fandom oc,and first ever oc

(I totally didn't decide to show her after redesigning her for the 10283747383th time)

She can hide her wings and halo !!!

Different poses

3/4 has no wings or halo because she perfers hiding them

Even after all these years of her existence since I created her when I was 7,She is still shipped with our good boy sammy (YES,OC X CANON,SHUT UP)

Old design before redesigning her today

There's more older designs,I'll probably show em when I find em

Anyway,I'll probably be playing bendy : secrets of the machine soon !! Maybe later today or tomorrow when I have free time,most likely tomorrow 10pm or 11pm GMT+3 (Egypt time)

I'll add my channel link in my bio and pinned message after I post this

[weregreatatcrime]

....after all this time

I was sucked back into My Hero

And am writing drabbles now

Beware

[redhandedsuggestions]

it's been a long time since i posted any kind of story excerpt here, so have one for Mestas's merc AU.

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Sniping isn't her specialty. Not even close. When she's out in the field she prefers to be in close quarters, blades and limbs flying in that intricate dance between two people who know their survival depends on getting the upper hand. The adrenaline rush of it, sweat trickling down her back as she dodges and drives her blade home, chest heaving as her opponent crumples and she stands triumphant-- that's what she's here for, this is what she craves, and laying prone at the top of some hill or building with her eye to a scope just doesn't scratch that itch.

More importantly, it's boring.

But wouldn't luck have it that not being up on some sniper's perch is leaving her open to the bastard taking shots at her right now. He's been messing with her since she got here and for the time being she has no way to get him back for it. Snipers have the advantage at a distance but are usually piss-poor at CQC. Unfortunately, being good at it ain't doing her any favors right now.

So she makes a mental note to gut the cheeky little bastard when she's done clearing this place out. She'll be plenty hungry by then and will welcome the fresh blood.

When a bullet whizzes past her ear and digs out a chunk of the concrete behind her she bares her fangs in agitation. Yeah. Definitely gonna eat him.

It's not that she doesn't like the challenge-- she does, when there's actually a challenge to be had. But since she set foot on this property this guy's taken six shots at her. Any sniper worth their salt wouldn't miss that many times, especially since two of 'em were when she was out in the open. And they especially wouldn't take out two of their own guys in the process. So either her target hired someone completely incompetent to keep their watch-- which she won't rule out just yet-- or this is another merc. And he's deliberately fucking with her.

She doesn't like being toyed with. She's the one who plays the mind games, keeps people guessing, gets them riled up for her own amusement when she's bored. She's not supposed to be on the receiving end of this bullshit.

When this is all over she's gonna make this fucker regret it.

That rage fuels her fighting and she makes short work of the remaining perimeter guards. Then she looks around. All the shots have come from the same direction, and none came when she was behind the complex itself. So the annoying bastard hasn't been moving around to follow her.

Staring off into the hills around the base, she bares her fangs in a feral grin and flips off one in particular.

There's no response. She doesn't expect one.

She heads inside anyway.

The contract was pretty clear: no one gets out alive. Not in a "leave no witnesses" kind of way, but a full-on slaughter. That's fine. She can do that even if she would have preferred something a little quieter. More delicate, maybe. Those are the more challenging hunts and that makes them more fun than indiscriminate killing.

Doesn't matter. Without the fucker with the rifle bothering her she makes short work of the interior guards, a handful of scientists, and the CEO that signs their checks. That last one is fun. It takes a lot more strength to snap a neck than movies would have you believe, but it's not too much effort for a vampire. It's less of a cracking sound, too. More of a crunch, bones grinding on each other in ways they're not meant to.

Well, that wraps that up. She'll do one last sweep of the halls and rooms to make sure, maybe poke around for any unlikely hiding spots, but if anyone in the building was still alive she would have sensed them by now. It's a rare person who can shield their mind from a telepath-- rarer still the one who can mask their life force from a psyvamp. The physical check is just a formality.

And then she can deal with that pesky little sniper.

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As luck would have it, he's gone. Not brave enough to deal with her face to face, she'd guess. Damn. She hates the ones who don't have the guts to deal with the consequences of their actions. Worse than that, now she has to go hungry because the little fucker had the sense to clear out before she hauled her ass up to this perch. She likes her meals hot from the vein, not cooling in a body whose heart can't even pump blood anymore in the first place.

Frustrated more than before, she looks around, wrinkling her nose at the smell of exposed brain matter. Whoever was supposed to be manning this perch never had the chance to get a warning out before the annoying bastard put a bullet in her skull. He's professional in that at least.

Another glance at the body and she frowns, moving closer. In the hand, something white. Paper, it looks like. Folded, not crumpled, and the longer she stares at it the more it looks like it was placed there after the poor bitch got a one-way ticket to the next world.

No reason not to take it. It's not like the dead girl will be able to stop her. She certainly couldn't stop her killer from leaving it.

Taking off her left glove, she unfolds the paper. It's only a scrap, torn from the corner of a journal or something. But scrawled across it are three words.

You're getting slow.

It's messy, and maybe even illegible to most people, but she knows that handwriting. This isn't the first time he's left her a note like this. The last time was in that hotel room when he left her handcuffed to the bed and skipped town before she could do the same to him.

She grins, the tips of her fangs poking out over her lower lip. So that's how he wants to play.

So be it, boyo. She's always in the mood for a hunt, and once she catches him, she'll pay him back for playing with her.

Whether she sucks his blood or something else depends on whether or not he decides to play nice when she catches him.

[rainbowangel110]

GET SHOOTING STAR-ED

She's in her flop era

[hysterical-and-uselesss]

.

[irl]

theres legit only like 3 artists who made anything for robbie (and to those guys…. holding ur face gently in my hands…. i love you deeply)

what if i become deranged again and i make it 4

[artemismatchalatte]

I queued up more posts for the next few days. I'm still digging through the archive to see if I can find more old posts to repost. I'm in 2019 currently. Weird how time goes on. O-o

[redwolftrash]

something that makes me happy about tumblr i haven’t verbalized yet as far as i can remember: the creative, chaotic art spirit deviantart had in the mid to late 2000s (early 2000s i wouldn’t know about bc i was literally fucking 2 years old by 2005) lived on here even as deviantart has gone to shit. nothing picks me up like being able to see crossover art for two things i never would’ve considered crossing over and then the whole twitter and reddit refugee shit being turned into edgy OCs and drama ACROSS MULTIPLE FANDOMS (see twittypet)??? and it’s so much easier to find since on deviantart you kinda just swung back and forth around an artist’s stuff before finding something similar you liked and going around there