#the image quality is my nightmare

[smolbean-17]

“Omega’s been waiting for us a long time.”

A culmination of everything they’ve lost.

Better quality on X

[mildarka]

uncorrupted Nightmare x reaper? (If you're still taking requests)

Nightmare's been hit with the fanfic-approved "goop-be-gone"

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

make it sapphic masterpost @femslashfortnight

(paulkins) (lexthan) (lautski) (... ted)

[7roaches]

mfw it all returns to nothing

(click 4 better quality)

[dancingaloneintheforest]

dreamer's nightmare spoilers!

I love how consistent TDP is about responsibility + empathy going hand in hand.

Even though Ezran cares for and does his best to understand Callum, Callum's "jerkface" behavior isn't necessarily excused.

I love that message and I love that TDP allows characters to be messy and allows us to empathize with them.

"this behavior was wrong but i understand where you are coming from and I'm not going to hold it against you" 🤝 "my behavior was wrong, thank you for understanding where I'm coming from but I still owe you an apology and my best efforts in the future"

[saltyvg-draws]

DRAGONS ROOST GOES CRAZY!!!

more trigun art babey!!

everytime vash loses his grip on his humanity i'm there in the background losing my mind cheering and clapping

i'm still experiementing with this semi-lineless style! but it's tons of fun :D

[microwave-core]

Wake up babe here's your wife alignment chart I have no idea how to use photoshop hence why the quality is completely shot

[hallows-personal-hell]

got bored and doodles one of my favourite lil guys

not supposed to be good i just needed to draw something before i actually exploded and forgot how to draw

[fruity-phrog]

I actually finished this a day earlier than expected but uh. It's no longer Valentine's Day so take some instances of love losing. I made a playlist specifically for this drawing.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

YOU

[wearenemies]

dashboard simulator

mutual 1: *poor quality image of pete wentz* does anybody know where i can buy a crowbar. for sexual purposes

mutual 2: my mikey way tulpa is coming along well

mutual 3: its so over after this mcr is breaking up forever theres no hope for us didnt you see the messaging in their staging. god. fuck its over

mutual 1: *image of patrick stump’s bulge*

mutual 4: im killing myself tomorrow

mutual 5: both of these blog posts may seem innocuous at first, but in fact when considered in relation to one another we can observe several similar phrases, and a pattern emerges in the pacing of his prose that proves without a doubt that he’s having an extramarital affair with his singer. first, the recurrence of the phra

mutual 1: i need to get a man pregnant

mutual 4: *joe trohman image* killing myself cancelled hello gorgeous 😍😍😍😍😍

mutual 6: mcr is releasing new music next week i know this deep in my soul the messaging in their staging is unmissable guys we have never been so fucking back in our lives

mutual 1: *image of patrick stump’s bulge*

mutual 3: *image of two members of my chemical romance publicly beating the snot out of one another* do you remember how we used to run

mutual 1: *image of patrick stump’s bulge*

mutual 7: frank iero is like a delicious steak to me i need to rip him apart like a feral dog

mutual 8: *the most stunning lovingly rendered drawing you’ve ever seen in your life of two middle aged musicians making out nasty style* just a quick doodle :)

mutual 4: my fucking bus was late killing myself is officially back on

mutual 5: *web weave consisting of sections of beautiful niche literature, medieval biblical illustrations, 17th century oil paintings, james baldwin quotations and peterick interviews*

mutual 1: *image of patrick stump’s bulge*

mutual 7: do you guys think i could cite unholyverse in my applied religious literature thesis i cant ask my professor because she blocked my email but idk i think it counts as a good modern text

mutual 2: guys i think my mikey way tulpa might be starting to crave blood

mutual 6: *ray toro image* im experiencing divine ecstasy i need her to [DATA EXPUNGED]

mutual 9: i cant listen to fall out boy anymore guys i had a nightmare where andy was chasing me in the dark forest it seemed really real

mutual 10 (unattached to bandom): out of the beatles john would for sure have the biggest boobs

mutual 1: what if it was called when we were freaky fest

[ozzgin]

Is it just me or can I imagine a yandere with a darling who’s immune system and possibly everything about them just screams weak and pathetic, BUT their darling is actually very strong mentally and has and will create the most fucked up, batshit crazy inventions from what used to be harmless to something that can help them escape and possibly destroy everything in its path.

But at the end of the day, they become sleepy koalas who hug whoever is near them and fall asleep :)

This could be a request or rant, whatever you can think of! I just wanted to see how different yandere writers would interpret this small imagination of mine <3

But as always, stay safe and take care! everyone needs a break some time to time~

Sorry, but the moment I read the Darling's description, I instantly thought of Dr. Finkelstein from Nightmare Before Christmas. You know, Sally's inventor. 😭 So let me quickly write this down while I'm in my Shelley vibes, because I like the idea a lot. With a little twist, if you don't mind. :)

Yandere! Monster x Inventor! Reader

A frail inventor, and their affectionate rag doll that has been carefully stitched together for the purpose of a caregiver. An artificial existence, trapped within the confines of your lonely tower. Or so you might think.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, obsessive behavior

"I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel..." [Frankenstein]

You dangle an old, rusty bell for a good minute before leaning back in your chair. The barely audible chimes are quickly swallowed by the loud, mechanical groans of the gears and engines occupying most of this room. No matter, his ears are good. You picked them yourself. And surely enough, within moments, the door to your laboratory opens and someone cautiously walks in.

A tall, slender man. Or rather, something meant to resemble a man. The skin is a clumsy patchwork of blues and grays - you're no talented seamster, sadly - gathering together the body parts in what feels like a parodic attempt at mimicking God and his image. You gaze at the creature approaching you with a tray of tea and sweets. Scarcely your best work, if you must adhere to honesty. Regardless of the quality of your labor at the time of creation, you are proud of the result. How could you not be? You know this man better than you know yourself. Every organ, every artificial nerve cord, every blemish and stitch of his body was placed according to your intentions. A masterfully detailed project that took you years to complete; not an easy feat considering the lamentable state of your health.

"Here's your deadly nightshade tea." The man places a small, porcelain cup on the desk. "Do let me know when I should take you to bed, (Y/N)." You wave your hand dismissively and stretch out your limbs. "Not yet. I am almost finished", you respond, returning to the mound of metal scraps and pipes before you. "Can I ask what you're making?" The pale creature lowers himself to your level, a curious smile plastered on his face. "It's a mechanical heart", you reveal boastfully. "Like the one I have?" You run your hand through the creature's hair affectionately. "Almost. I'm testing out a different way to build the valves, for a more efficient pumping cycle." You continue to explain the intricacies of your novel mechanism, occasionally sipping on your tea. "Who knows, you might have a sibling in the near future."

The man's smile drops in an instant, and his sunken eyes widen at your statement. "What? Am I- am I not enough?" You glance at the creature as he becomes increasingly frantic. "Don't speak nonsense. If it comes out alright, I'll upgrade your own parts as well. I'm a disciple of scientific virtue, of continuous improvement." Nonsense? Vile treachery! You might've chiseled the brain that throbs within the walls of his skull, but his mind is his alone, and you seem to lack a fundamental understanding of his feelings and thoughts. His ardent confessions of love are met with mockingly pitiful grins, in the way a parent soothes a needy child. Even now, your eyes reflect nothing more than sympathy towards his protest. A childish tantrum is what you're most likely thinking. You've no time for emotional bagatelles. He can read you like an open book.

You simply won't understand. There is no place for a stranger in the life he's crafted with his very own hands: you, and him, and the evening tea with a side of butterscotch biscuits, and the bedtime talks, and the stripped branches of the decaying tree that rap at the windows on stormy nights. You might be the Inventor, but he is not just a mere, humble servant, a rag doll to be tossed around or toyed with. As you will soon discover, after all.

You awaken in the midst of night with your temples burning from a much too familiar headache. Although it's not just the pain that has disturbed your slumber. You can hear rattles and thuds coming from the upstairs laboratory. An intruder? Oh, your creations! The sound of glass breaking and metal scraping sends you into spiraling despair. You fumble to reach the nightstand, patting the surface in search for the bell and keys. You shake the handle in a panic, unable to find anything else in the darkness.

The chaotic rustle abruptly stops, followed by descending footsteps. You hold your breath as the chamber door opens, but it's none other than your creature. "Another flare-up? Shall I bring you some medicine?" the man asks with monotonous courtesy. "What have you been doing? What's all that noise?" you demand, agitated, but upon lifting yourself off the mattress you discover your legs are numb and uncooperative. The man hurries to your bed with a worried frown, and you hear the familiar clatter of the keychain coming from one of his pockets. "Have you taken my keys? Cease this foolishness at once!" Indifferent to your reproach, he places a firm hold on your shoulders and forces you back down, tucking you in effortlessly.

"You must forgive my impertinence." he says in a pleading tone. "I do not wish to impede the works of your genius. As your partner, however, it is my duty to prevent you from making mistakes." You furrow your eyebrows at his words. "What mistakes? My invention was flawless!", you argue fervently. "Indeed it was, but not its purpose. What need have you for another being?" It is the creature's turn for a passionate speech. He stands up with a confidence you don't recognize and continues: "You should know by now that I am fit to perform any role. That of your servant, your caregiver, your lover, or anything else you may desire. You can resume your tinkering starting tomorrow, but such blasphemies to our bond as the one today will not be tolerated." He straightens his vest and reaches for the door handle. "I will prepare some tea to help you rest."

Inconceivable. Your own creation, built with your own hands...Has something escaped your attention? His dialogue is deranged, tainted by madness. "Have I done something wrong?" you mumble to yourself, deep in contemplation. "Nonsense." the creature turns to face you briefly. "It was you who created me after all. Everything is perfectly splendid."

[mildarka]

For the art request I'd like to ask for reverted AU Night in Killer's big jacket missing the boys and Dream trying to comfort him?

Dream's trying his best

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

make it sapphic part three: lautski

(paulkins) (lexthan) (... ted) (masterpost)

@femslashfortnight i genuinely had a crisis over which lautski to do for this, it literally took me a solid two days to realize i could just do both, dude, like, dont even fucking ask--

(anyway both petes are still trans here just in the other direction trans girl supremacy)

genderswap breakdown below cut:

this one is literally why i wanted to do this i have very specific thoughts

as previously established: trans girl pete here

the bowties stick around because i think it’s fun but otherwise the outfits are adapted specifically for a female bullying trauma experience so: 

she’s wearing a dress (or shorts over leggings) so pantsing is impossible (or a lot harder) 

she also has leggings underneath so no one can up-skirt her (we! fucking! love! the! public! school! system!)

she’s pretty similar personality wise, but even though she’s trying to be ‘invisible’ the same way she is still definitely considered a know-it-all (this is… mostly not her fault)

steph is equally as down bad for this girl and dysfunctional about it nothing changes except she tags literally every instagram post with pete in it, regardless of day of the week, with #womancrushwednesday

abby camp happens on a much faster timeline because they’re in the same cabin and shower block let me fucking TELL YOU--

ted still sucks so bad but in this world he’s just the kind of shit head dude who would lose his mind if he saw anyone acting Exactly The Way He Does With Every Other Woman to his little sister

ted dies in this universe because pete watches him disrespect a woman ghjfsdkj

[jokerlennon]

dashboard simulator

mutual 1: [image of paul mccartney looking normal] such a sweet little polite mouse who lives in a forest. i need to do unspeakable things to him

mutual 2: 📸 carrie fisher and paul simon dancing #she should have been on tumblr

mutual 3: [beautiful fanart of 60s musicians as women]

mutual 4: even though graham nash was the woman of csny you cannot deny neil's feminine qualities

mutual 5: back in the torture vortex nightmare labyrinth again. mike nesmith just had a horribly awkward conversation with paul mccartney

mutual 6: [reblog of old man yaoi poll] #i am going to kill those puppets and then myself

mutual 4: [reblog of old man yaoi poll] #guys this isn't funny

mutual 7: [reblog of old man yaoi poll] #VOTE BRUCE/CLARENCE NOW OR DIE. GO MY SCARAB!!!!!!!!

mutual 8: [picture of john lennon looking normal] aaauuuughhh john......

mutual 1: john, paul, and silly love songs: quote compilation [readmore]

mutual 9: [clip of joan baez performing] #it's so over

mutual 10: the important thing to understand about head (1968) is the way the central theme of exploitation under capitali

mutual 11: the monkees gave me head and all i got was this stupid time loop

mutual 3: [long post full of photographs and quotes about and by george harrison]

mutual 12: frank zappa: what if it was called freaky canyon

[yakutarts]

Video process:

Soo.. Cross is now a furry. If you would like to draw this design (first of all bless you and god have mercy on your hands, second of all I’m sorry I made the design so complicated, I got carried away) please tag/credit me! I really love seeing fanarts!

I made him a African Painted Dog and a Border collie mix because I think it is what fits him best.

Painted Dogs are really social creatures, and extremely skilled in the hunt, the base of it’s strength is the pack, the family and friends. A pack of Painted Dogs are deadlier than a pride of lions and much more dangerous than a pack of wolves. However, take it’s pack away and it cannot survive. Family is everything for a Painted Dog, it is survival. If I’m not mistaken, there have been cases where they die because the anxiety separation gets so bad, that it causes an hormone imbalance in the dog’s system and it kills them (Also I do not know if this is legit, take my words with a big grain of salt, I am not a biologist or a zoologist). Cross is depressed and being alone in that white void for so long, knowing that everything is his fault, that he killed everyone that he loved for no reason, almost drove him mad (XChara was not helping), but Ink was there, he helped cross not die of a broken heart. Cross is strong, but he would be even stronger if he had the rest of the royal guard by his side, he would fight better.

I also chose a Border Collie because they are really smart working dogs, loyal and obedient, with a need of someone telling them what to do. Cross kinda always needed for someone to tell him what to do, he was always following someone, first he was serving royalty, then XFrisk as his bodyguard, then Nightmare, and now possibly Dream. He was always told to do something, almost never acting by himself. He needs it, if he doesn’t have it, how is he going to save his friends? His family? He can’t fight XGaster when he can control Cross’ body at will, how he is going to get that independence if everything tells him that he needs to serve someone to even do something?

Oh, how I love angst and making characters suffer… :)…. Reminder that I put a lot of personal headcanons in my interpretation, this should not be taken as a source of canon material, but feel free to use it as inspiration!

Also if the quality is kinda shit it’s because all the images are glazed.

Ink belongs to @comyet

Cross belongs to @jakei95