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[Vlog] Gyaru item shopping, decorating room... 🎀 ૮ › ༝ ‹ ྀིა
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#gravity falls#billford#the book of bill#stan pines#mabel pines#dipper pines#bill cipher#ford pines#human (?) bill au#I did not forget the ring but I had to scrap the panel where he takes it off after getting offended at Mabel calling him their gruncle
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Hundred Year Stone, Peter Randall-Page
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can you. Can you draw scrap baby. And molten Freddy. OMG NO YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO MILLIE FROM THE BOOKS OMG!!! That would be lit. You know what else would be lit. More circus baby 🥺🙏
I have actually drawn scrap baby before!!
#ask reply#I’ll definitely draw the other characters soon too#FNAF JUST HAS a lot of characters#so it’ll probably take me years even to make art of them all#but I’ll definitely try 🔥🔥#MOLTEN Freddy I could do very soon though#again I’ve been meaning to draw more book characters#I think after ‘into the pit’ drops I can have more wiggle room#Charlie Emily though from the fourth closet I should do#she’s like the other protagonist along side the mikes and Vanessas#ID DRAW SCRAP BABY more#but she also got like a lot of detail going on BAHA#so I can only draw her sometimes#least baby herself is easy enough to draw#ALSO huge day for you but more circus baby is coming
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You didn’t remember.
None of them did.
The be-speckled ghost oversees the room.
He’s happy to spend Halloween with everyone again.
When Malleus Draconia offered to make an Endless Halloween night to continue the joys of Halloween, of course he jumped on board too.
Just to spend time with everyone just a bit more.
Especially now that he remembered.
How fun! It is to see everyone enjoy the Halloween they preached about. To see his life long achievement come to fruition.
The colors! The costumes! The music! All of it more merry more than ever with close friends present.
They might not remember outwardly but the occasional glances his way tells they feel a kindred spirit.
That’s enough for him.
He can enjoy Halloween with them once again. Old friends. From his time in the book. And one from his travels, a mischievous one who now has short hair. The only one who remembers him from this motley crew.
This is Halloween! He exclaims with the other ghosts.
Let’s dance and be merry!!
He approaches you.
He’s been watching you all night.
Offers you a hand, you accept with a slightly confused look.
A part of you remembers.
He kisses your hand before pulling you for a dance.
Unbeknownst to you and all, you were dancing with the King of Halloween.
One more night and then everything will return back to normal.
But oh what fun it is! To have spent it with you and friends.
To one Skully J. Graves, it was the best Halloween he’s ever celebrated.
Dead or alive.
He can’t wait until next year to visit again.
Until then.
Happy Halloween!
#surprise Hana queue!#kind of wanted to scrap this but changed my mind#played with the timelines a bit for this one as what if the lost in the book event happened before endless Halloween????#surprise!! a skully fic#I thought it would be appropriate to make a skully fic *after* Halloween…for the feels#skully j graves x reader#skully j. graves x reader#skully j. graves#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#twisted wonderland#skully j graves
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ford devoting his life to bill and then devoting his life to destroying him but still, it’s all bill, the devotion doesn’t go away, he was in his mind and his body and those imprints will stay there like a wine red stain, what else are you meant to do, you thought you were equals, but he was a god and you were a one-man church and your hands are clasped; no longer in prayer but a bitter guarded fortress. there’s metal in your head.
#and now that it’s finally over#guess where bill’s imprints are still left#i’m sick i’m sick i’m sick#billford#the book of bill#i’ve grasped for any scrap i can of this stupid book but i can’t afford it and it makes me crazy
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jeff fnaf
#friend got me into the pit#i have always loved jeff since the book. so#fnaf#five nights at freddys#into the pit#jeff fnaf#springbonnie#sorry for the tiniest of scraps i havent been drawing much at all lately
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#books#journaling#journal#bullet journal#travelers company#travelers notebook#scrap booking#scrapbook#hobonichi#studyblr#aesthetic#dark academia
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✨🍰HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALCOLM REED🍍✨
#where are my enterprise girlies at#star trek enterprise#malcolm reed#trip tucker#hoshi sato#star trek#artists on tumblr#art#illustration#hardest working armoror in the fleet#best boy#we need a star trek scrap book#who's with me?
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More people should get into scrapbooking/journaling
I think they would if more people knew you can do anything you want inside them
Glue your straw wrapper in there from the Boba you got today
Press flowers in it
Cover the pages in your favourite washi tape
Make pockets on the page out of paper and put treasures inside them
Whatever!
#show me your fav scrap booking stickera#or papers#or stamps#or your favourite page of your journal#personal
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LA studio apartment tour ★彡⋆。°✩ maximalist, plants + trinkets
#i had the same Doraemon curtain before! (i think i had to donate it when sh!t went down)#apartment tour#bedroom tour#vlog#vlogs#relatable#relevant#otaku#interior decorating#art journal#scrapbooking#scrap booking#scrap-booking
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Village Cats Sticker Sheet by didistickers
#didistickers#cat#cats#stationery#sticker sheet#cat sticker#cat stickers#gift idea#studyblr#stationery items#stationery shop#craft supplies#scrap booking
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I’m sorry we need about 5k more words of mechanic Daniel driver max pls and ty!!!
Part One
I’m actually so shocked (but pleasantly surprised and honored!) by people enjoying this verse because I almost deleted it without posting. I don’t have 5k more, but I can offer 1.2k!
I still lowkey hate this - and you can definitely tell I have no vision for where this story would go, hence why it’s just harping on the same 3 details we already knew - but it’s all yours and I hope you have a good time reading it anyway :)
Five minutes into pretending to examine an engine instead of obsess over what Max said, Daniel breaks.
“Did you mention me to Max?” he asks Cyril, trying to come across casual.
Cyril looks at him disbelievingly. “Max Verstappen is in our garage and you think I talked about you at all?”
Daniel lifts a hand to his chest and feigns being shot. “People love me, you know. Guys are all over this.”
Cyril heaves out a long-suffering sigh. “Get to work, Daniel.”
Daniel’s lucky, given his condition, that everything is relatively routine today. He does three oil changes, and he could kiss those people’s feet for it.
He’s mentally preparing himself to slide under a car, wincing at much more congested he’ll be once he emerges again, when Max suddenly appears in the corner of the garage.
“Hello,” he says. He does a cute little half-wave to get Daniel’s attention.
“Hey,” Daniel says, straightening and rubbing his grimy hands on his thighs. “Cyril’s working on your car, so he’ll have any updates you need.”
“It’s not my car, just a rental,” Max dismisses. “No, I just have …” He cuts himself off, turns a sweet pink on the apples of his cheeks. “You sounded sick earlier and looked really pale. I brought you soup.”
He lifts a takeaway bag from the cafe down the street, which usually specializes in ten dollar lattes and sandwiches with names so cutesy, you have to practice five times to order without shame.
Daniel smiles at the idea of Max Verstappen, world champion, saying one of those horrible names for Daniel’s benefit. “You didn’t have to do that. Thank you. Let me pay you back.”
Max shakes his head. “It’s my thanks for fixing the car.”
Daniel raises his eyebrows. “So what soup did you get Cyril, who’s actually doing that?”
Max scrunches his nose in disgust. “You cannot expect me to say the name Noodle Nest Paradise more than one time.”
“How many times did you laugh trying to get that out?”
Max shudders. “I pretended to speak really bad English and just pointed at the menu.”
“So you could’ve ordered multiple,” Daniel points out. Max very blatantly pretends not to hear. He focuses instead on pulling a little bag from the order and holding it up proudly, smiling a crinkly-eyed smile.
“I got you crackers!”
Eating soup with Max Verstappen is an out of body experience.
Daniel’s been eating his soup over the coffee table in the office because it felt wrong to make Max sit at the grimy, wobbly table in the closet-sized corner of the garage where Daniel and Cyril usually change and scarf down meals. This, however, means they’re stuck together on the loveseat. Max’s expensive skinny jeans knock knees with Daniel’s greasy coveralls when they get too into the conversation.
Daniel knows he’s being a terrible conversationalist, especially at first. His normal easy charisma is buried somewhere in the pile of tissues he’s burning through. He’s basically just answering Max’s rapid-fire questions about his life, his job, his family, his non-existent partner (“do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or anything?” Max had asked, and looked remarkably pleased by Daniel’s answer of no).
Daniel’s about 87% sure he’s being hit on right now. It’s a nice confidence booster given how much of a mess he looks, but it’s not like it matters. Max is Max, and Max is F1, and Max doesn’t live here.
He likes Max, though, the longer they talk. He likes his eagerness, his down-to-earth nature, his total lack of interest in discussing racing. Max delights in all Daniel’s behaviours that usually make people roll their eyes and wait for him to be done, whereas Max leans into Daniel’s dumb songs or drawn out jokes. He likes the long lashes that frame Max’s bright, happy eyes, and soft double chin he gets when he ducks his head into his laugh.
Daniel’s not sure how much time passes before Cyril comes in, but he knows his voice has faded to practically nothing, and he’s having to constantly turn to avoid coughing on Max.
Cyril’s timing is rather unfortunate, entering just as Daniel breaks into a particularly rough wheeze. Max is patting his back gently, which Cyril will definitely have words about later. Presently, however, he seems too concerned about Daniel’s wellbeing to lecture him about appropriate contact with famous customers.
“Daniel. Go home,” he orders, voice kind but firm. His tone leaves no room for argument, not that Daniel really wants to fight him on it. He’s enjoying this, but his brain and body feel as if they’re wading through a pool of thick custard.
“Are you okay to drive?” Max checks. His eyebrows are knitted in sweet concern, like Daniel actually might keel over and die in the ten-minute ride home.
“All good,” Daniel promises. He stands, then promptly has to collapse back onto the couch when black spots dot his vision.
“I’m driving you,” Cyril says firmly.
“I just stood up too fast.” Sure, he’s a little woozier than expected, but he could do this drive blindfolded and half-dead.
“I’ll drive you,” Max says. “I mean, Cyril has work to do, but I’m just sitting here.”
“How do I know you won’t kidnap me or steal my car?” Daniel rasps.
“He’s not worth kidnapping, and selling his car probably couldn’t cover an oil change for the kinds of cars you drive,” Cyril informs Max. He ignores Daniel’s protests, then pushes Daniel back down to the couch when he half-rises from it.
“Stay. I will get your keys and bag.”
The second Daniel’s brain understands that he’s off-duty, that it’s no longer expected to carry him through the day, it mostly blacks out, and everything is a blur from there.
He’s pretty confident Cyril steals his phone to call his mum, which is vaguely embarrassing but perhaps necessary given his current state. He knows Cyril gives Max directions to Daniel’s parents’ place instead of his own. He feels Max’s hands help him into the passenger seat, and he definitely mutters some fever-addled sentences on the drive. That’s about all he remembers until he wakes up in his childhood bed, shivering and sweating while his mum runs a hand through his hair and forces medicine down his throat, before he falls back asleep again.
When he finally comes to enough to make his way downstairs, he finds his parents seated at the kitchen table. His mum jumps up, forces him into a chair and fusses over him while simultaneously lecturing him about going to work sick. His dad just sits there, eyebrows half-raised, until Daniel is settled with food and water.
“So. You had an exciting day at work.”
He slides a piece of scrap paper across the table. There, under some advertisement for gardening services, is a scrawled message in red pen:
It was lovely to meet you (again). I hope the terribly named soup made you feel better! :)
- Max
Under his name, Max has scrawled a phone number.
Daniel runs his finger over the lines, feeling the imprint of each number that Max etched into the paper. It’s neatly written, far more cautious and intentional than the rest of the words, as if to ensure that no digit could be misread or smudged.
Daniel pauses, processes the full note, and double backs to the word ‘again.’
“Yeah,” Daniel croaks through the stabbing pains in his throat. He stares at the word harder, like it might reveal what the fuck Max means by again. “I guess today was pretty interesting.”
#fics#maxiel#thought i’d only manage a few hundred words since i just wasnt feeling this verse#but shock of the century: i don’t stop talking#me versus my need to describe every minute of a day in excrutiating detail#i would be an editors worst nightmare#they would have to scrap basically everything#they’d be SCREECHING at me to advance the plot#good thing i’m never writing a book
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human bill attempts ft my usual bill at the end
#the bowtie is moth-inspired………felt like einstein drawing that one#bill cipher#gravity falls#the book of bill#fanart#my art#i scrapped so many designs its so hard drawing humanizations
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ive been annotating tabinof
#dipnpip#phan#dan and phil#can we talk about how awful dans child handwriting is in this book. i can barely read his dream journal its just scribbles#and it's still bad on that scrap of paper with the pinof questions. i can read that one but only cus i know the phrases already
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