#this is bad im sorry

[screwered]

going back to tumblr just to post this (before drip marketing finally appears (hopefully so)

[tv1xx]

Atom Eve as Dark Magician Girl!

I will def redraw this and render it better but i had a vision.

Sorry for the crossover, I love crossovers

[valentinossecretmommykink]

This looks so bad.... (posted here and on my side rp account) I just see adam viewing all demons they plan on really killing in the extermination and coming across Mammon and is just like...

"Yeah, okay this dude I fucking like"

[xxalexislost19xx]

Kobra Kid headcannon that has been floating around in my brain for a bit:

So we all know that out of the Fab 4 Jet Star, the default caregiver of the group. He breaks up arguments/ fights, keeps everyone nourished and functioning, and basically just keeps his three comrads from dying at the hand of their own stupidity. It is also thought that Star is the medic of the group, but he is not and would probably be the worst out of the four. It is rather Kobra Kid who is responsible for the patching up and healing aspect of their operation, and this is for multiple reasons. Firstly, everyone else would be absolutely horrible at the job. Star has an innate fear and dislike of seeing other people's blood. His caring nature makes it really difficult for him to see others hurting. He can usually cope when it comes to pseudo-battles with BL, but once the adrenaline of the fight is worn off, if he sees blood, he will faint. Of course, poison and Goul can barely be considered as they are typically the ones with the worst and most frequent injuries. That leaves Kid to mend his haphazard companions. Secondly, he is just REALLY fucking good at it. His quiet nature means that he is intuitive af and can tell exactly where and how someone is hurt before they can even tell him, and it doesn't matter how good someone is at hiding pain, he can smell it from a mile away. His hands are ridiculously steady, and his bedside manner is 100000% en pointe. Despite his signature awkwardness, when it comes to doctoring people, he can start a conversation about anything and get you invested enough that you forget you're in pain. He's practically a legend throughout the zones, and Killjoys from all over will come specifically to see him.

[jamroses]

they say nothing ever lasts forever, so let these moments i spend with you be the happiest of my life.

[moletusk]

the power went out so in a haste for more homestar content i scrapped together these awful cutouts of some of them and im sitting on the floor like a little kid playing with these now. theyre so awful i love them

[boycritter]

"knot" theory? um i think it. is actually !

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle” ↳ "You're never gonna give up on me, are you?"

[rebelsafoot]

i took out the other people sitting at the table in the original comic because i did NOT want to draw glindas gay ass friends

[puragranada]

Louis and Claudia, dancing in the sunlight

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[rambrandt-the-painter]

went insane with the brushwork here

[strawbrryrush]

closed starter for kol !! @wvsteria

"Kol." She stated, looking at him, "what do you want? Look I'm sorry I killed you, but you're here now- can't the past be the past?"

[mysicklove]

yuuji itadori and his massive cock that he happens to be incredibly embarrassed about

[secretdazedragon]

[salsakiyoomi]

“do you think we're soulmates in every universe?” 

you ask, snuggling up to sukuna, on your king sized bed — you had been served dinner and sukuna bas gone through his reports and duties as king, and now it was his sacred time with you.

“we aren't in this one.” he scoffs, wrapping his arm around you.

you pout at him, mildly offended but you expected nothing less from the ‘heartless’ king of curses, “what makes you say so?”

“i don't believes in such foolish nonesense.” he says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“it's not foolish nonesense.” you argue, tracing lines on his chest absentmindedly, admiring his sculpted form.

“and what makes you say that?” he asks, mocking your earlier question.

you smile at him, “i mean, do you not feel a connection between us? a binding of souls? i know you love me and i’m sure you know that we are meant to be in every universe.”

“don't put words in my mouth, woman.” he huffs, caressing your shoulder.

you laugh — you know that while he might have not said it before, he most definitely thinks and feels it.

and it's true, sukuna had first fallen for you for your otherworldly beauty, and had chosen you for marriage, and that was that for a while until he started falling for you.

you, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something that you love, the way you always showered him with loving words and affection that was always so foreign to him.

but he slowly started getting used to it, even reciprocating it in his own way.

“whatever you say, ryo.” you finally say, smiling sheepishly at him before blowing out the candle and rolling on your side, “goodnight.”

“hm.” he huffs, wrapping all four arms around you before slowly drifting into sleep, his mind swarmed with thoughts about how your souls could possibly be tied.

foolish thoughts, for him maybe, but maybe it was also true

because, sometime, centuries later, in the middle of tokyo in a small business coffeeshop, sukuna meets you — the all time business ceo, falls for the loving and bubbly batista who always left him notes on his morning coffee.

and he falls for you all over again.