#this is honestly so self-indulgent

[favoure]

"do the opposite of what people tell you to do"

[solhunder]

Inktober Day 1: "Backpack"

First stop on the Team Phantom road trip: Indiana Dunes National Park!

Taking a plane would be a little complicated with Danny's current predicament, so Sam and Tucker opted for a more incognito - and coincidentally budget-friendly - approach to their month-long vacation: a National Parks Road Trip! (It's always been on Sam's bucket list, and Tucker is happy to go along for the ride, so long as the hikes are easy. Danny is just excited to go on a car ride!)

[katsu2ji]

izuku is extremely observant, especially of the people he loves, so it's no surprise that he's immediately jumping to action when he sees signs of you not doing well. whether it's a physical or mental illness/disability, izuku wastes no time in making sure you're comfortable enough to get through it. when you first told him about it, he made sure to research and ask as many questions as he could (without making you uncomfortable, of course) to make sure he was ready to take care of you. he'll ask you what you need him to do, and half the time you don't even need to tell him, because he's already got it covered.

he absolutely hates seeing you in any kind of pain, but if him being there and providing as much help as possible helps make it a little easier for you, then he's happy to do it a thousand times over.

katsu2ji © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[mothymayhem]

I have been wanting to make moth based tsams designs for,,, a hot second but have been too scared!! but fuck it we ball!!

Lunar is based on a leopard moth, Bloodmoon a vampire moth and Eclipse an atlas moth! I'm also just obsessed w/ 4 armed Eclipse and thought "why not double antenna"

Also some bonus doodles!! :

[brawlmetaknight]

what if i told you guys i had an elaborate smash bros AU and incidentally meta knight is dating princess peach. what then

[livejournallegacy]

MAD MAX (1979) dir. George Miller + NA NA NA (2010) dir. Robert Schober, Gerard Way

"I wanted to make this concept album that connected with the [Killjoys] comic. But because of that, I had changed some things about it for the sake of being part of MCR, and I made things a little more dystopian, a little more like a colourful punk-rock post-Mad Max thing." - Gerard Way

[skrrtscree]

.. an eternal promise, in another life ..💍🤍

[batboopp]

boy oh boy I have something special cooking up

my 55 followers are gonna love this 😈

[catboydreamer]

summary; scaramouche w/ a partner who’s stronger than they look and just starts lifting shit up in front of him and yeah, he has a...reaction. (im so sorry i am undeniably obsessed w/ scara)

it’s not really a huge deal, scaramouche has always known you can handle yourself well.

something awakens in him when he sees you carrying in boxes; three boxes stacked on top of each other, your head barely peeking out from behind them. he freezes for a second, simply watching. he had no clue you had that sort of strength in you. good to know, though. 

his feelings truly get intense, though, while you’re out and have to carry a group of children to a safer location. you tell scaramouche it won’t be long. 

there are three children on you, one with their tiny hands locked around your neck as their tiny body lays against your back and the other two are hanging around your sides, held closely by you. 

scaramouche huffs despite his feelings. 

“don’t... take too long.” 

while you’re on your way, scaramouche stares after your figure and he cannot stop his own thoughts. he’s allowed to think of you like this but it’s still embarrassing. his cheeks heat up quickly and furiously. he becomes almost angry with himself over it. 

if you can carry so many things breathlessly, you could... hold him too. and not in the way it seems, of course you know how to hold him close. that’s something you’ve already mastered. he knows that. no, it's more of how easily you could lift him off the ground and pulls him to you with nowhere else to go. 

he makes an incoherent but angry noise as his fingers reach to tug at the back ends of his hair. 

it's simply a frustrating but addicting thought. 

now, truly it's up to you and your observational skills if anything happens! 

if you had noticed his gazes and the flustered look that overtook his face before you left, then you would question him about it. just don’t expect a quick answer or one at all. 

scaramouche is stubborn after all, so unless you initiate something now, you won’t even know what it's about until months later. 

he would literally pout and make grabby hands at you one day all of a sudden, probably after a really hard day, and demand, “hold me.”

hopefully you understand he wants you to pull him up and not simply hug him, though if you don’t, he’d become huffy about it. it’s been marinating in his brain for a few months now so if you are oblivious to his /obvious/ feelings, he’s gonna jump on you, now. what’s worse is you don’t even stumble at all and instinctively know where to hold him. it makes him sick. 

he’s so tired, right now, so he doesn’t say anything. he closes his eyes as he finally leans into you and gets what he wants. 

don't ask him about it or else >:). KIDDING he’s used to your antics and little remarks you’ll make. he likes it when it comes from you. 

[karamellisokeri]

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

"We will surpass the legends." 🐉✨

A super belated celebratory piece for Pokemon Masters' fifth anniversary - and for Arc Suit Lance coming home when I pulled during my country's PokeCon weekend 😔🙏

[p1ctur3]

Can't believe it has been a full year since I starting posting AvA/M fanart

so I redrew my first piece of fanart :]

[ennard-is-near]

(This whole thing is based off the theory that Michael is still alive in Security Breach, which is hilarious imo)

A FNaF game where you are the night guard in the Pizzaplex, and the antagonist is Michael Afton. He’s not trying to kill you or anything, you just have opposite goals (You like the animatronics and the Fazbear brand, he does not). He’s also trying to get you to quit or get fired.

Things are going wrong. Stuff is being stolen and vandalized. The animatronics are being tampered with, sometimes they’re vandalized too. Things never stay how you left them. You are starting to feel like someone has broken in, which is especially bad, because you’re a security guard. It’s your whole job to keep people out.

Your character will occasionally say how bad it smells in the room. Sometimes you remark that you’re being watched. There’s sometimes footsteps or scuffling noises in the background. If you look close enough in certain rooms, you can see the faint outline of a guy or two white dots in the darkness around the light from your flashlight. But you can’t find the source of whatever this is (he’s gotten too good at hiding).

Your character will become more aware that someone really is there throughout the game. You go from asking “Hello? Is someone here?” When something strange happens to saying “I know you did this!” To the darkness because you know he’s there. You can get more hostile towards him, if you’d like, calling him a twat or whatever. You could be nice to him, too. It doesn’t stop him, when you’re nice, because he seems to have some sort of goal (you couldn’t begin to guess what) but it’s not like he’s doing that much damage and he makes your job a little bit more fun.

You never see him, though. Other than the occasional glimpse of movement in the shadows or your flashlight’s glow reflecting off his eyes (that must be what it is, right?) he stays silent and hidden. That’s why you feel you can’t tell anyone, he’s clearly good at hiding and they wouldn’t find him. Plus, he’s annoying, but he doesn’t seem that harmful. (And maybe the darkness is just making you crazy. Maybe there really is nobody there)

But things are definitely going awry. For one, the animatronics are freaking out. They’re weird, almost hostile, towards you. The staffbots follow you around but don’t speak or offer you things, and it freaks you out a little (you can fight them, if you’d like, though it’s not really a fight and more just you beating them up. You could also try and incapacitate them or just try to ignore them). The Glamrocks are scary too, obviously. They chase you, grab you and jumpscare you. (One time though, it seems like one of them is actually going to kill you. It throws you to the floor and you cover your face with your hands. But instead of feeling the impact, there’s a strange noise. You open your eyes to see it incapacitated, and you can hear footsteps shuffling away. Huh.) Even Helpy begins demanding you quit, sometimes being friendly, “No amount of money is worth doing this job,” sometimes he’s meaner, “You’re going to quit or you’re going to die.” Whoever is in the shadows is definitely messing with them in some way.

One night, Helpy tells you, “Sorry, you are going to get fired.” And that night is horrible. Shit is breaking all the time, and the Glamrocks and Staffbots are all over the place, either destroyed or with completely ruined AI. You can’t stop it (maybe you should have been [nicer/meaner] to whoever is doing this) all you can do is try and undo as much damage as possible and tell whoever is there that you really need this job. He doesn’t listen.

When 6am rolls around, your boss arrives and you’re presented with a pink slip. He tells you that your behavior is unacceptable. You either made all this mess yourself or allowed someone else to do it and neglected your job. You’ve been nothing but unprofessional for the duration of your employment, anyway. The animatronics have clearly been tamped with by someone with some knowledge of how they work, not just some random vandal. You must have been messing with them for a while to learn how they worked and took it too far. And, adding insult to injury, tells you that you make every room you’re in smell like death. You don’t have anything to say to defend yourself, you definitely can’t blame a person hiding in the darkness who you didn’t report before and have never fully seen, so you just leave.

Bonus: Here’s an image I made last night at like 2am. It’s just one of the SB rooms but I make it darker and added the flashlight and some other things.

Anyway, sorry this post got so long and turned sort of into fanfiction. I had fun writing it, though. I was just thinking about the fact that Michael might still be kicking in Security Breach (again, hilarious. Also why is he barefoot? Put shoes on, Jesus Christ) and was like “Well, what if you had to play against him?” Because Michael making the lives of night guards harder is very ironic, even if he has good intentions. And it spiraled and turned into this. If you made it this far, wow thanks for reading <3

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Re-design of my un-named Beetlejuice OC from back when I was thirteen

Original Reference under the cut:

[sysig]

Two big softies(?) (Patreon)

[loserboyfriendrjl]

walburga sighed. “you are acting childish, regulus.”

“it’s not fair that sirius gets to sit with you, the rosiers and everyone else who is important and gets to have a polite and enjoyable conversation with everyone, and i’m stuck babysitting,” regulus hissed, spitting out the last word.

walburga clipped his ear, but soothed the sting with the rub of a gloved finger and a cold, silver ring.

“do not be ridiculous, regulus.” she tsked, looking at sirius with a frown, who had previously given his brother a superior smile. “sirius has to start fulfilling his role as the heir of the house, of course he has to sit with us and make conversation, like a good head of the house would; if that means you are to be stuck with taking care of the less… pleasant, then so be it.”

“it’s not fair!” regulus murmured, looking away from her. “why does he always get to do the less mundane things?”

“because i’m less mundane than you,” sirius chuckled; walburga gave him a look, under an arched, quirked eyebrow.

“don’t make fun of your brother, sirius.”

“i’m stating the obvious,” he chirped, as walburga sat up from her throne-like chair and brushed her dress down with an exasperated, exaggerated huff. an elegant one, black and sleek, a pearl necklace hugging her pale neck.

“i will have none of this puerile nonsense when at dinner. now, sirius, come with me and greet the guests. you, regulus,” she said, her fingers wrapping around the doorframe, “straighten your tie. it’s crooked.”