#that idiot is so blorbo

[ultracyber-taken]

Got married in Harvestella and now I can't help but imagine this autistic goober ass of an MC I roleplayed as cooking heart-shaped meals for Istina every morning and I'm melting because of my own imagination

[beanghostprincess]

"There is nothing about Sanji that I admire" he speaks like a true Sanji fan

[farore05]

Cover art for Amaretto Sour!

A huge thank you to @yelenhol for everything! Your artwork was the spark that first inspired me to write this fic, so having you be the one to create its official cover feels absolutely surreal, and such an incredible honor. I can’t thank you enough!

Aaahhhhh it’s so perfect!! 

[tae-rhymeswithslay]

Jonatello Mini-Comic: Face Paint

guys my pen wouldn’t stop doing that shitty pen thing where it doesn’t shade properly and then poops all over the page- do u know what im talking about??😭😭

[c-hrona]

hey!! may i suggest number 19 for vashwood for the things you said prompt?

Things you said when we were the happiest we ever were.

Ask game (request closed u.u)

[mewfortress5]

Sillies :D (they kill people on a regular basis)

[3rd-shrike]

so i finally bought isat (+ stp!!!!! yipee!!!!!!!!) and nobody told me what happens when you choose to touch the tear the first time you see it, and fucking hell. i love this stupid fucking family

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

seeing a fav character from childhood and taking psychic damage as i draw a direct through-line from them to my current blorbos like

am just a stupid baby bird imprinting. on whatever it sees first. and following that around for the rest of its life. Apparently

[whatermelown]

Hey! wassuh! So my new year's resolution is to be more active on my socials balanced w/ school SO I HOPE Y'ALL CAN BARE WITH ME SKSDFRH (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ),,, SO AS A STARTER HAVE MY TWO OG HYPERFIXATIONS! MY BEBES! MY PATOOTIES! MY BLORBOS! MY REASONS WHY I SCREAM AT 2 AM BECAUSE OF FLUFFY CRINGE!

[serpentgoat]

Enkihara nation I humbly offer this sacrifice

Additional gif

[picklesthenonbeanary]

Ok so let’s try this again, I’ve been trying to post this since I finished it yesterday but it wasn’t showing up under the tags so who knows what was happening there.

Um anyway people seemed to like my last art post about these two so I decided I should probably do a digital version too!

Has anyone else done this yet, I need to know so I can go find and admire it

Hehe stress ball click clack goes brrr

[fuck-i-like-too-much-stuff]

HAPPY "SUCH MAD MARRIAGES NEVER WERE BEFORE" DAY TO ALL THOSE WHO OBSERVE

[ifyougoillfollow]

if you could sit in a barrel (maybe i’ll wait)

(or, the CloudNight situationship of it all: a short companion piece to strawberry soju, courtesy of the lovely commenter who asked about it <3)

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They wind up on the rooftop of Nemuri's apartment building, which is nice. Feels appropriate, even if it's just the two of them. Just her and Shirakumo.

Nemuri's never been all the way up here. The view of the skyline is kinda ass – too many buildings in the way – but the sky itself is not too bad at all. Pretty, even. A nice, deep shade of past-midnight blue. Starless, of course, this deep into the city, though with enough moons swimming through that vast depth to make up for it.

That last chug of Soju may have been a bad call.

Not that Nemuri's about to admit that. She is, however, about to throw up.

Or maybe not. Maybe she's good, actually. Yeah.

"I'm great," she informs Shirakumo.

"You sure are, senpai."

Nemuri giggles. That last chug of Soju was a great call. It's settled now that she's horizontal, lazing adrift on one of Shirakumo's clouds. She feels sweet with it. "This is why you're my favorite," she tells Shirakumo.

Somewhere beside her, Shirakumo laughs. "Liar," he says, light as the breeze blowing past their brick-and-concrete alcove. "Hizashi's your favorite."

He's not wrong, exactly; they're all her favorite. Yamada's just easy pickings, because he's all Yamada about everything. It's easy with Yamada.

Aizawa's easy, too, in a way. Sad, wet kitten that he is. She could just pick him up, put him in her pocket, poke at him until he bites. It's enrichment for him.

Shirakumo, though. She's not sure what to do about Shirakumo. Well. She knows what she wants to do about Shirakumo – or rather, with – and to – Shirakumo. She's just not so sure she should do it, because, you see, Shirakumo is an idiot, and too sweet by half, besides.

She's not about to say all that, though, no matter how sweet that Soju sits in her gut.

"Oh?" she says instead. "Are you jealous?"

"Not gonna lie," says Shirakumo, about to lie: "I'm a little jealous."

Nemuri snorts. "No, you're not." He wasn't jealous when she made out with Yamada right in front of his face earlier, and he's not jealous now.

"I did say 'a little.'" He laughs. A cloud materializes in the sky above his outstretched fingers; it splits into two cherubic halves, which go dancing around and around and around each other until Nemuri has to look away, or risk puking. "What can I say?” he adds. “I'm not really the jealous type."

See? An idiot.

"Everyone's the jealous type," Nemuri informs him, as if he needs it. "That's how people work." Even repressed little weirdos like Aizawa, and oblivious fools like Yamada. Those two deserve each other, really. Good for them.

"Does that mean you're the jealous type?" Shirakumo says. He's teasing, but the joke's on him.

"Oh, yeah," Nemuri returns easily, "I'm a monster."

Shirakumo splutters; his two waltzing clouds burst apart into the atmosphere. "No, you're not!" he laughs, aghast.

She turns on her side to look at him, and notices, for the first time, that they're sharing the same cloud, and are so close she can't even look him in the eye properly. She looks at his nose, instead, and at that stupid little bandage he always has plastered on the bridge of it, and she reaches out and pinches it, lightly, between a thumb and a forefinger. "I'm the most toxic bitch in town, honey."

"You know what, senpai?" he says, and he gets up on an elbow, and he looks at her with those eyes of his – bluer and clearer than any morning she's ever known. "I don't believe that."

"Well, that's because you're an idiot," she coos, and pinches his cheek. Then she turns her back to him, leans over the side of their cloud, and hurls. The Soju is nowhere near as sweet coming out as it was going in.

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I’m doing a project on Gulper Eels (aka Pelican Eels, Pelican Gulpers, or Umbrella-mouth Gulpers)

And- these fuckers don’t even look REAL-

A lot of deep sea critters, you see them and you understand Lovecraft’s fear of the ocean

But some of these guys-

LOOK AT HIM! HES SO STUPID LOOKING!

THIS IS MY IDIOT SON WHO I HATE HIS NAME IS BONGWATER AND HE HAS EVERY DISEASE!!!!!!!

[clownswithshoes]

Get plastic cup you idiot >:)