Keep Rubbing It In, Thank You Very Much.

I was gonna save this for Halloween but ehhhhhh

doodles of the “phil and techno learned each other’s language while growing up together” concept i posted yesterday on twitter!!

He got it from his husband 😗

IT’S GONNA GET WEIRD

asks!

btww!!! i have asks :} feel free to respond with little ideas and i can write small blurbs about them or whatever, also if youve read my fic i will totally answer questions about that!!

DSMP preferred :)

a little fic update for the holidays!

mom am i still young? (can i dream for a few months more?)

Schlatt holds his life in his hands, his future. Although Techno doesn’t believe he has much of one anymore, his father is dead, and his brothers fear him so greatly. The feeling makes a sob push itself out of his chest but no tears free themselves from his eyes.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

"Chayanne, dont you dare, DONT YOU FUCKING DARE-"

Remember The 16th… Remember the Villains

Made this piece during finals week, of my favorite “villains” on the battle of the 16th-

Probably the single most terrifying moment in Epic so far is:

Poseidon: You can’t kill me

Odysseus: Exactly.

and i’ll grow red tulips, just for you

Viktor grows flowers.

Not in a garden, though he does have one. He cannot find it in himself to tend it, not in any traditional manner. No, he grows flowers with his hands, his emotions. His skin. They intertwine with his every emotion, his joy, his sadness. His rage, his apathy.

Viktor doesn’t know what to do with all the flowers. So, he opens a flower shop

a jayvik flower shop au featuring time bomb :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62013541