#yeah man. yknow

[fumrell]

Thinking about Girl Cafe Gun again. I honestly wish it didn't shut down just so I could replay it to shit on it

[sunny-knight]

“Don’t… don’t tell him you think dingbat fonts are cool.”

AUGH @forgettable-au fanart :3 been on another roll with it (in agony constantly)

theres some untranslated wingdings cause i love translating it myself, hope others do too :D

not confident on how “canon” or in-character this is but- I HAD FUN this AU has really got me in the rendering spirit, I really enjoy taking inspiration but also adding mu own silly twists on it and AAA everything looks even more tasty now

I view this as them in New Home after getting something to eat (after the last page update) and heading back the same way since Alphys’ place is on the way to The Lab. The font convo comes back up again and then yeah

Alsoooo if youre interested in behind the scenes stuff heres the speedpaint :3

also i never poster about this- but i had another forgettable dream. it didn’t make any godamn sense. I woke up and drew the only scene I could remember:

Wingdings and Sans had a fight and ig wingdings killed Sans 😭😭😭 in a stairwell for some reason

and current Sans, Papyrus brother Sans, is like watching all of this and was brought here by Lancer like a Ghost Of Christmas Past type situation. Idk why. I choose not to attempt to make sense of this anymore. But i swear this is an actual dream i had 😭

[sualne]

more croco and dragon

[shootingstareon]

banging on the wall of my asylum room can anyone hear me.

[mrtequilasunset]

Sorry big guy

[cubbihue]

POV: You just got apprehended by your own lawyer.

Chimmy Changa spent his early years as a Public Defense Lawyer. He had to get really into shape because. For some reason. He kept getting clients who'd bolt from the court room.

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+ bonus sketches i tossed out becuase i couldnt draw them to my satisfaction >:I !!

[solargeist]

I know you mainly draw Evo smp but I would like to see how you draw Tango Tek, your art style is very nice on my eyes

thank u ! I actually watch Tango I like him !!!

This is kinda quick and messy but ! Him !

[tripamania]

in the kinda-sorta-distant future. next sunday, a.d.

bonus:

[mamawasatesttube]

wish more ppl in the timkon tag understood the concept of "best friends to lovers" 😩 where's my "years' worth of stupid inside jokes referenced at the worst moments just to make each other giggle" nonsense. where's the bone-deep understanding and knowing of each other. the ease and relaxation in each other's presence. the "i know how your head works without you having to tell me" of it all. where's the "no one knows me better than you. how could it be anyone but you" of it all!!!

[beatcroc]

there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[sky-snz]

An itch that takes multiple good tries sneezes to get rid of.

One, to break the surface tension, a first hard hammer swing at the carnival game contraption, just barely enough to ring the bell at the top.

Two, to help it along. It’s followed by a mindless sniffle, and those have been much more plentiful, generous even, sometimes scratching the itch and sometimes shifting against the sensitive nasal membrane just the wrong way, and then they’re leaning back in the chair, knowing they’re about to reach-

Three, and at this point, they’re panting a little. Eyes that were once softly focused are now blinking, and wincing at the pressure and burning pressing into the left side of their sinuses, they sniffle again, gently pressing their fingers against warm, wet nostrils. 

Four and Five tear out unapologetically, seeming to barrel like cattle through a flimsy gate. They suck in a rather soupy sniffle, and sigh. Annoyance swims in their bleary eyes, which dart around for a couple of seconds before their other hand quickly reaches to pull a tissue from the box on their left. But the box’s contents are dwindling, and they have to shake the white delicate three-layered sheet for it to come out. They know they’ll need a second one, the fetching of which requires the same silly method. Quickly, they layer the tissues, and with their chest heaving with more preparatory breaths, lift them with a fairly dramatic gasp.

Sihh- Or... No. Not… Not yet? Siiii…. Sihhh’HIHH’—- No. Fuck.

They sigh, and sniff loudly, blinking down at the soft, neatly-folded landing pad they’ve acquired. In their frustration, they lift two fingers to scrub aggressively at the sore, indecisive appendage at the centre of their face, which can only offer a watery stream down their upper lip, through rounded nostrils that blush more deeply at the abuse. Clicking, squeaking, and another harsh sniffle whistles through the troubled, swollen passages, introducing cool air against newly aggravated, reddened stretches of irritated nasal membrane, their fingers finally relent, and-

Six. Seven. Some watery blinks, and an improvised series of eighth note breaths, and-

Eight, Nine, Ten; wrenching and useless,

Then a long, high-pitched gasp, pulled from the depths of their thorax, and out bursts Eleven, which mercilessly tears through damp layers of tissue. They feel the heat of a tear create a thin trail down their stiff, reddened face, before they sniffle again noisily and reach for more tissues that pull the poor, steadily hollowing box with them, tumbling across the table. Clutching the sodden wad of tissues to their disruptive nose, they one-handedly fold the new tissues and have to pinch the mess away from their warm, still-leaking nostrils before replacing them.

Twelve rips against the roof of their mouth, scraping the back of their throat and sending a hurricane blast of air and moisture that the tissues can barely contain. Awful, and the same time delicious - it sweeps the ticklish sensation away in one violent, punctuating go.

A pained, shaky mix of a sigh and groan creeps from their lips. That one must have hit the bell. Sitting there in a soft daze, they can feel the brass reverberations ringing between their temples.

[brekitten]

The True Heir

Danyal Al Ghul was the one and only heir to the Demons Head.

Then, he died.

The obvious solution was to put him in the Lazarus Pits and resurrect him. Although there was always a risk of him going mad, the pros far outwayed the cons.

Except the Pit didn't give him back.

Ra's, unwilling to lose his perfect heir, turned to cloning. The result? Many, many failures, and finally, one Damian Al Ghul.

Damian wasn't perfect. Far from it, really. He differed from Danyal in such critical ways, from their mannerisms to their loyalties, but.

Ra's had his heir, and that was enough.

[beaunoor]

f!reader x f/o; smut drabble MDNI!

when your favorite character wants to help ease your stress in the beginning stages of your period and your boobs are all swollen and sore. so they have you sit on the bed in front of them, your back to their chest and they sit behind you. hands coming to take off your shirt, groping the cups of your bra before undoing the clasps and taking it off. their hands are slightly colder than your body temp, so as soon as they are palming your breast your nipples become erect and they pinch and pull at them making you gasp out. they're cooing in your ear, mumbling words of encouragement to let the noises out and to relax, they got you. you let out soft sighs and your head has to lean back onto their shoulder as your breaths gets quicker bc you can't believe you're about to get off just from them playing with your boobs. they're kissing at the side of your head and your ear as you twitch and tremble under their hands—

:p

[lonelyvomit]

I need Käärijä to stop catching strays in all this.

dude had his win absolutely robbed last year, stood up for Baby Lasagna only to get bodyshamed by the guy later, was put in an interval act that was basically all about Sweden gloating about how he got screwed over, and then people acting like him being amicable and friendly to the wrong person is equal to him dropping a nuke on Palestine all by himself.

give Jere from Vantaa a break he's literally just a dude.

[ender1821]

shut up im coping