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[theroachessys]

DREW PEST, SILLY BEETLE MAN !!!!

USED THE LASSO FILL TOOL ON IBISPAINT X

MY BRAIN IS TOO FOCUSED ON BEETLE MAN, I HAD TO DRAW HIM NWJDKJ DJ WKDK3JFBUWJFNDWOFH VH S

(I'm sane I swear!!) /silly

[thatoneuserwho]

Shout out to… the ✨gays✨

[spookiest-spooks]

I try to have new interests, i try to think about other things but THIS. THIS KEEPS ME FROM MOVING ON.

I can't believe a bunch of polygons is my main interest since 2021

[star-dust777]

HELP IM OBSESSED WITH HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

I NEED A TOOTHLESS ONESIE AND I NEED A PET DRAGON OR IM GOING TO THROW UP AND CRY

[solsticeswackstuff]

i was watching a smosh video from a year ago and part of it was a clip of someone’s hand playing with slime and somehow i know it’s angela’s. i have gone feral and this is the thanks i get.

my proof: the nails, the hand overall, and the jacket

[lady-candence-talle]

@tam-song-the-shade @tam-shade-song

Can you guys try to force shadowflux into someone's brain and see if you can control them or smth? I'm dead so I can't do it and I'm bored. Cause chaos I don't care much, just tel me what happens

[corvidcrafts273]

help im back to hyperfixating on good omens

[guardianlioness]

Wip ask game: I gotta ask about Lucky Ones or Lucky Ones Final Mix. Is that a rewrite? I'm so intrigued.

Yep, you nailed it! It’s my re-edit/additional work for Lucky Ones.

The name for the file is a joke on the Kingdom Hearts series. They often release slightly remastered versions of the KH games with the subtitle “Final Mix.” They have tightened gameplay, bonus content, and sometimes entirely additional features—so it felt appropriate.

I have over 5 chapters already on paper for the story. I have a full scene breakdown. I know exactly where everything is going, up to and including the ending.

The problem is that my actual prose skill set has changed so drastically that I can’t bring myself to wrap it up. 😭 I literally stopped drafting right before the scene I was the most excited to write! (It was an Inko scene, for the record. Love her. 💖)

Going to tuck my snippet under a Read More, and it is a bit long, with a little bit of a blanket blood/scary situation TW.

(I’m not sure how to properly note the specifics—apologies. The situation is a little weird. Just know there’s nonviolent gore, loss of control, and one very freaked out child who isn’t actually in any danger from the adult that’s scaring him.)

“Mr. Toshinori, you’re scaring me.”

The man exhaled, the noise the only indication of where he stood in the dark. “I’m scared too, kid. But you’re going to be alright.”

“I don’t understand.”

The room was still thick with the raw, bitter smell, and Izuku’s stomach twisted in panic as the rail on the side of his bed rattled.

“No, you don’t. But we’re running out of time. I have a way out, but only if I pass it to you now.”

A way out? Muscles seizing, Izuku tried to struggle back upright. The deep ache spiked as he moved. He clenched his teeth against it, pushing back, and—

“Green. Kid. Stop.”

The knot in Izuku’s gut pulled tight. “Mr. Toshinori— ”

“Will you trust me?”

Izuku swallowed, settled back down and let the pain in his limbs ease. He steadied himself, fighting to master the shaky panic and rising pulse. A way out.

An escape.

All it raised was questions. If Mr. Toshinori had a secret weapon, why had it not come into play sooner? Was there something about the surveillance? A drawback or caveat? The uncertainty of it nagged, like an itch at the back of Izuku’s mind.

But Mr. Toshinori was kind, and trust— trust was a choice.

“Yes.”

A beat of silence passed, and then the darkness flickered. Motion, not light, faster than he could track. Something slick and warm clamped down over his face.

Izuku jerked, but as his jaws parted to shout, fingers dug in under his chin.

Metal. There was metal in his mouth, metal, and salt, and sour. The smell of it burned in his nose, pooled against his teeth, dripped down to the back of his throat. Breathe— he couldn’t breathe—

He twitched again, choking as the liquid tried to slip into his lungs.


“It’s going to be alright. I’m sorry, kid. I’m so sorry, but I promise you’re okay.”



Soft. The voice was soft, the way it’d be for a caged animal, a child after a nightmare.

He couldn’t breathe. Lungs pulled for air, but there was no air, only the raw scent on his tongue, the liquid catching at the back of his mouth.

“Easy. Easy, it’s okay.”

Sparks popped at the corners of Izuku’s vision, hazy and bright against the black.

And then he weight was gone. The pressure at his jaw, the hand covering his mouth, gone. He coughed, spluttered, spitting out the acrid tang of copper.

He breathed.

The steel-edged taste was still there, bitter and overwhelming, and some of it still settled in his throat, but he breathed.

A hand brushed over his hair as he twitched and spasmed, starburst haze glowing in his periphery.

“You’re so brave, kid. Be brave for just a little longer. Be brave—and live.”

[starzzsys]

Guys

Do you tjibk systems would be a multi friitsnack pack if a system was a friut snack pack?

I need your thiughts

-yours truly Sarah

[theroachessys]

Pretty Princess Pest :3

My brain is betraying me, but Princess Pest drawing :DD

I have had zero motivation for multiple weeks, I can't tell time though, but, Pest, he is my motivation 👍🏻

I love pest so much :3

[webs-the-raccoon]

Me desperately clinging to the last shreds of my innocence (I have to make a schedule and do grown up tasks yet again and my child like nature is dying/J)

[witch-sweets]

I may on May not have made a sideblog for my worst hyperfixation/blorbo yet-

@cursedc00kies

[anonymous-gremlin]

Another paper fell through the ceiling right in front of the angel now working in the bookshop.

A quick glance at Crowley who was busy being sprawled out on the couch before very quickly picking it up and putting it between the pages of the book they were carrying.

They couldn't have him know about this. No matter how urgent the red letters on the envelope said the thing was.

Once inside another room, they quickly took a peek at the letter.

Always the same words, but always the words were more urgent.

'Instructions on how to kill the demon Crowley'

And always the same sender.

'Signed, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale.'

[homosexualfiend]

undertale has clutched me by the throat again. I’m making fanfic plans and making OCs.

[chronically-enthusiastic]

Aaaagghhh i have a violin lesson in half an hour and i havent practiced in like 3 weeks and so have done so fir the past hour and now my fingers *really* hurt...........

[marmarscu]

OOhhh cough cough Pacster but a human cough cough