#shes a little clown girl

[tacochippy]

Reasons for considering ocs an extension of you:

Blobby: Very philosophical ideologies that (I assume) are similar to your own

Skullina: ✨️T r a u m a ✨️

and you are so valid for this

yea akfhfhgj. Blobby is more based on just like, facts? that i gotta cope with? ig philosophical facts, maybe, it depends on how you veiw it.

Imo while yoy experience similar things, eat the same foods, laugh at ainilar jokes, itll never be exactly the same as the first time. Nothing ever is. Everyone is constantly changing, veiws and perspextives and ideas, and the world is constantly changing to reflect this. Time moved foward, people changed and others left, and thus it is different.

Like talking wirh yoy is still the same but its still different? Im older, my dreams have shifted, we play stardew together. Stuff like that. Cause yk. Time only ever moves foward, never back, never holding still.

(Also her uncle killed the god of time)

(also also her uncle kills HER. then she gets revived. and all she wants is to go back. where ahe knew nothing, ans her uncle loved her, and everything made sense. now shes sitting on her other uncles couch with maggots pressing into her skin and tear tracks down her face. the blood may be gone, the ichor isnt there anymore, but the stench lingers. the grimy feelibg lingers. blobby lingers, stuck gazing at the past thats never going to return and dreading a future that while she doesnt know it yet, will outahine the past with somerhing brilliant and new and loving. ans thats so mecore fr fr)

Ans skullina yeah janfnfnfnf just oure trauma babbaeyyyy

[papayawatermelon]

some old sketches of anzu kinashi

She’s just like me frfr

[sp00pygal]

Phandom: obviously there's child endangerment at the Fenton household, so let's write/draw content about Danny getting X ghostly parent

Me: but uh - hey guys, what about jazz?

Phandom: who?

Me: *long sigh* Danny's older sister

Phandom: oh her! Lol, she's 16, practically an adult! She's fiiiine :)

[tasmae]

Silly clown is all alone and has no friends.

[sallymew4]

when people say they hate any of the mob psycho girls i get sad because thats like. half of the female cast. thats just way too much percentage of girl hate

[perilegs]

i know astrology is fake but i'm not too keen on how a lot of people on this website seem to be clowning on it as a hobby a bit too hard. i swear the woman who thinks it's neat how she and her friends with the same sun sign are all similar isn't trying to say that you are who you are born as and there is nothing you can do to change it. it's a hobby. an interest. what happened to finding meaning and joy in the small things. does it affect you if someone enjoys tarot reading or crystals. does it make you upset someone has interests that they enjoy.

[justarmor]

character aesthetics: cat burglar nami (one piece) → lil birthday gift for the lovely, amazing, wonderful @conseille / @apaise 💕

“What good is treasure if I'm alone?"

[artsfavoritehorn]

little pale GIRL💜

[reluctantcheesecake]

Still mad about how anything post SL characterizes Circus Baby as this skinny scary daddy's girl who's cunning and charismatic and kills for her daddy . While Baby in SL she's much more of a antagonist-but-tragic-in-a-way-you-sympathize-with figure. TFC when I fucking get you

[feralrosie]

Eryn/Zevran with song 52 ❤️

I hope you're happy with yourself. You made me write Zevryn for the first time in YEARS, but at WHAT cost. Look what you have DONE.

#52 Heaven's Light/Hellfire - The Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack

Spotify Wrapped - Short Story game

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There it was again, the whispers, the incessant singing that calls her from the shadows. It is louder now and its song more violent, as if the drums of war were hot with the beating hearts of those who live below. 

She doesn’t have much time left. 

It is getting harder every day, but she needs to shake it off. 

“Let’s pause here for lunch,” Eryn says, getting down from her horse and dropping her backpack on the floor. “I’ll fetch water.”

Taking only the two waterskins, the mage doesn’t wait for her companion’s reply. She turns on her heels and descends a slope towards a body of water. The whispering follows her on the breeze, underneath her hair and into her clothing. Shut up, she thinks. Shut up shut up shut up.

Her breathing quickens as the shadows grow around her. They’re too close now. She tries to focus on the path in front of her, on the water glistening under bright sunlight, but her chest is heavy. She is not sure if it was a rock or if her feet gave up, but faster than she can realise, she trips and falls on her knees. 

Where am I? Eryn is not sure if she spoke it out loud, being muffled by the choir of darkspawn beneath the earth. If she digs the shore with her fingers, will she see them? If she screams, will they hear her? Will they catch her scent? Will they know where she is? Do they know where she is? Where am I…?

She lifts her head, searching for the light in direct rejection of the darkness. Then she sees it. She knows this shore, knows these waters. This is Lake Calenhad, and towering in the centre of it is the Circle where she was raised. The whispering runs down her spine as the memories of the cold stone of the circle walls catch up with her. She can’t go back there, not again, not ever. But if she had never left it, there would be silence now. They wouldn’t be speaking to her. No. No, she won’t go back. She won’t—but then, where should she go? To the darkness? Down the deep, deep roads to her death? After all this time, all she has done, the people that she found and that found her, is this really what fate has in store for her? Oblivion? No. No, no, no, no!

A humming breaks the cacophony in her mind. It freezes time, pulls her out of the water and breathes life into her again. It is followed by… a lute? Opening the eyes she did not know she had closed, Eryn can hear the wind on the canopies around, and the lake water crashing against the rocks, pebbles rolling here and there. She feels the warmth of the sun, and turns her attention back to the hill she came from. She sees the smoke of a fire, and catches the smell of wild mushrooms on a pan. 

Eryn stands up, takes a minute to clean the dirt off her dress and fetches water. When she arrives back at the newly improvised camp, Zevran is resting against a tree. He sings an old Antivan song while his fingers dance on the strings of his lute—which he insisted on buying years ago, on their first trip to his home country. 

With his hair loose and his shirt half opened, he smiles at her, and Eryn can only catch a few words of the lyrics. Warm, light, glow, amor. She really has to practice her antivan. 

“Lunch is almost ready,” he says during a break in the song. “Are you alright, mi amor?”

Eryn can’t help but smile back. She puts the waterskins on the ground beside the rest of their stuff, and she feels lighter. Much lighter than what two litres of water should weigh. 

“I am,” she joins him by the fire and rests her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she feels his arm moving ever so slightly as he continues playing the lute. “I am now.” 

When Zevran kisses the top of her head, it is as if the shadows never existed around her. At least, just for this while. 

[ai-higurashi]

Can we talk about how much Beakley loves Webby please, I wanna talk about how she's raised her with so much unconditional love and affection it's bursting at the seams.

[lecliss]

Sakura gets a second point for being the first to complete the tree climbing at being better at chakra control, but at the same time it just feels like she was made good at it so no extra training segment time would have to be put into her getting good at it and it can be all about Sauce and Nart. Idk that feels too pessimistic but also could totally be true.

[cl0wn-f1sh]

Back with another silly clown sketch that I’ll finish later

[moonsbijou]

i don’t think y’all understand if this season we get any inkling of runaways luke and thaila meeting baby annabeth with her normal tool hammer traumatized from fighting off monsters and hoards of spiders all alone for so long, i will be so freaking annoying lol

[butchlesbiancosmo]

missy from finding emo literally appeared once and never again. and she still skyrocketed her way to first place in my list of timmy’s canon love interests by virtue of being so so niceys to him 🥺

[nonbinarygamzee]

its NOT that i think karkat should be friendless unliked and crying on the ground crying blood sniveling blood blood blood. well it isnt Just that. i really do think he needs cook time where he isnt able to rely on his usual forms of denial using other people. he Needs the reality check of all of his close friends letting him know they dont approve of something and are not willing to ride out the tantrums