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Just some quick questions--
is it normal to be in pain after writing? More specifically your face? Just wanna make sure of something.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE INKY BOY!!!!
Have some Ink doodles! :D
[I just realised he’s blepping in all of them… oh well]
Please PLEASE draw mlre 2dace!!! I love your style and the au you've built up (which I think was a really clever idea to incorporate into the themes for 2dace week)!! :)
Thank you so much! I’ll be sure to draw more of them. But I do have some other exciting projects coming up soon. 👍
(I misplaced my pencil and my notebook, I promise, I usually don't draw like this xD)
*CHOMP*
Just imagine the screaming or smth i have them in my basement so i cant rlly imagine it
What if we were both professors at the parfaedia institute and our offices were next to eachother 😳
Grillby doodle I did yesterday. I really like it
Text : Sans, you still owe me 2858762 G
(The image has ID but I put it on tumblr mobile so idk if it works)
some quick sneak peeks part 3 for this week-
I swear I wasnt thinking about kirideku or kiribakudeku but it might be perceived that way too in this pic too I guess...
some quick sneak peeks🤭
The fact that noguchi cencored this bc he thought its sensitive... Guys, I think he is trying to cope while being known as Horikoshi's assistant.
It looks like that meme where deku asks "does your gf has to be here?" and uraraka responds as "does yours?" lmao I can't take this seriously...
my other wips have been fighting me so i decided to return to this gem and it did not disappoint. i love being able to laugh while i write, lol
its also looking like this is gonna be a small series? (to be updated who knows when, but i'll create a taglist for it so lmk if you want to be added/dropped from that!)
part 1 is here
Taglist: @antsday :)
Katsuki contemplated the torn off receipt in his hand, slowly wrinkling the paper between his fingers and re-straightening it in even turns.
The ink was slightly faded- courtesy of an accidental encounter with his washing machine that nearly resulted in the machine’s death at Katsuki’s hands- but he could still clearly make out the string of numbers and the name Deku. The smiley face, however, had not survived.
After twenty minutes of staring, setting it down, picking it back up again, and glancing consideringly towards his phone, Katsuki decided it was time to stop being such a fucking loser and call already.
“I’m Katsuki fucking Bakugou,” he muttered to himself. “King of the jungle.”
“What jungle?” Kirishima asked with a snort.
With a jolt, Katsuki spun on his heel, finding Kirishima sitting casually at his kitchen table, nursing a half-eaten bowl of cereal.
“When the fuck did you get here?” Katsuki exclaimed. “I thought I fucking confiscated your key!”
Kirishima waved his- Katsuki’s- spoon around in a yes-and-no manner, crunching around another mouthful of cereal.
Katsuki’s cereal, goddammit. And that shit was expensive.
“You really think me and Denks didn’t make copies?” Kirishima finally replied.
Katsuki crossed his arms, scowling.
“Answer the other question,” he commanded darkly.
Kirishima grinned without an ounce of shame.
“Long enough to know that someone’s got a crush,” he replied, drawing out the last word like a fucking twelve-year old.
Katsuki reached for the closest object- an apple, sitting nicely atop Katsuki’s fruit bowl- and lobbed it at Kirishima’s head.
“Mercy!” Kirishima cried, laughing and ducking away from the projectile.
“Fuck you!” Katsuki reached for a can of air freshener next, catching Kirishima in the shoulder with it. “Trespassers don’t fucking get mercy!”
“Bro,” Kirishima cried, crawling awkwardly under the table while Katsuki continued to throw things at him, bowl of cereal balanced in one hand while he dragged Katsuki’s chair legs around to create a half-hearted wall. “Can’t we just talk about our feelings like men?”
Katsuki practically growled in response, but the roll of paper towels in his grip lowered.
“I feel like I need to change my locks,” he spat.
“No!” Kirishima despaired. “But then how would I know my bro is having an emotional crisis?”
“I’m not!” Katsuki shot back, sticking out a foot to kick the chair in front of Kirishima, making sure that one of the legs rammed into his knee.
Kirishima made a wounded noise at the attack, shuffling further under the table. Then he sniffed dramatically.
“Bakubro, do you smell something burning?”
Katsuki turned suspiciously toward the oven, abandoning the paper towel roll on the countertop. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, striding over to investigate. “You can’t leave a fucking hot oven unattended, dipshit.”
Katsuki pulled down the handle but found its contents cold and empty.
“Oh wait,” Kirishima said in his most annoying voice, “it’s just your pants. ‘Cause you’re a lying liar. No emotional crisis, my ass.”
Katsuki slowly closed the oven but remained crouched in front of it, forehead falling against the door with an audible thunk of resignation.
This was just his life now. Trespassers and stolen food and schoolyard taunts he hadn't heard in over a decade.
Fucking Kirishima.
“I don’t think your brain aged past thirteen,” Katsuki muttered scathingly.
Kirishima loudly slurped at his cereal, unbothered.
“So’re you gonna call this guy or not?”
Katsuki let his forehead begin to slide unpleasantly down the oven.
“How the fuck do you even know about him?” Katsuki complained dismally.
Katsuki could hear chairs being pushed away from the kitchen table and what was probably Kirishima’s empty bowl being tossed in the sink, but he didn’t bother to acknowledge the man until he had pried Katsuki’s head away from the oven door.
“Denki glanced at the security tape,” he explained. “And then showed it to me and Jirou.”
Katsuki took a deep breath through his nose as he mulled over the new information, then collapsed unhappily onto his back in the middle of his kitchen.
Kirishima dropped into a cross-legged seat beside him. “General consensus was that you had a flirty encounter,” he continued. “Oh, but Todoroki wasn’t convinced.”
Katsuki stared unblinkingly at his ceiling.
“Fuck my life.”
“So’re you gonna call him?” Kirishima asked again, excited.
“And say fucking what?” Katsuki bit out skeptically. “I’m cool, go out with me?”
Kirishima raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Well…he did give you his number, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, for the fucking bird.”
“Uh, what?”
Katsuki suddenly shot up, eyes wide. “The bird!”
Kirishima watched on in a mixture of confusion and concern as Katsuki quickly clambered to his feet and retrieved his phone and the scrap of paper he’d been obsessing over from the countertop.
“I’m so lost,” Kirishima whispered.
“Fucker’s a pet therapist,” Katsuki explained, somewhat manically, jabbing at his phone.
“He’s a what?” Kirishima spluttered.
“That’s my in,” Katsuki said, determined.
“Wait. What happened to ‘I’m cool, go out with me’?”
Katsuki clicked his tongue and angrily flicked his hand at Kirishima.
“Shut the fuck up, it’s ringing!”
reading chap. 122 of bsd.
me rn
While resting my wrist in november, I remembered that I hadn't seen the Pristine Cut additions and changes from Slay the Princess, and so I spent a whole day and a half just watching videos about it (shout out to Çavlan on youtube, I watched probably all the routes with their videos). The Pristine Cut is so good, I loved it SO MUCH
Me and some friends are also slowly going through Euro Brady's playthrough, we're having a lot of fun :3
I was feeling ok enough to doodle something simple, but nothing more than that at the time (this has been on my drafts for a while, I just haven't had much energy to copy the descriptions from pillowfort here until recently)
I love the Cass apocalyptic series so much y’all it’s crazy
Anyway, I havent really gotten the chance to do rottmnt fanart UNTILL NOW
BOOM
I know that if Casey does a reveal it wouldn’t be like that but I just wanna see what @somerandomdudelmao has in store for us lmao
Also, look at Leo’s flappy shirt arm, just tie it up bro 😭/lh
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Hiiiiiiiiiii
Hope you are doing well :)
Hiiiii beloved moooooot!!!!
- My reaction when moot : )
I'm doiiing... fine ig... mental-health has been mental-healthing recently, but that's nothing new. Been super out of it tbh, and work sucks as usual. But I guess I can't complain too much aside from that, tho!!
Thanks so much for the ask!! I hope you're doing well, too!!!
@asinine-artist made a piece inspired by Jhin from league. They provided me with the MIDI file and I made this! Its a bit slower than theres running at 120 rather than 170 BPM. ENJOY!
day 2: Dark Spring
@tamlinweek
What once was yours
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Feyre bargains for Rhysand's life.
But all magic comes at a price, some more costly than others.
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“...Please. I will- I will give you anything.”
Tamlin raised his head at that, finally looking up from the pale corpse of Rhysand.
“Anything?”
“You’d best be careful.” Mor warned, stepping forward.
“Quiet.” He snarled, the single word cracking in the air like a whip.
Mor's lip curled, but then she dropped her eyes to the golden threads of magic twining between his fingers.
Pulsing. Rumbling.
Her fingers tightened around her blade, but not another word left her lips.
“Just bring him back.” Feyre begged, twisting her hands into Rhysand’s clothes.
“Please, just bring him back.”
Tamlin knelt beside the lifeless body of her mate. “Are you certain what you ask of me?”
Feyre stared up at him with wild, unseeing eyes. “I am. I will give you anything.”
“Do you swear it?”
“I do,” she whispered. Feyre looked up into Tamlin's face.
"I do."
His lips curled into a smile, and it was almost tender.
“I want the Night Court.”
“No!’’
“Feyre, don’t!”
Mor made to step between them yet again, but Feyre stopped her with a tattooed arm, blocking her path.
“Yes. I accept.”
Cries of dismay wrenched themselves from the throats of the Inner Circle, utterly hopeless as Feyre reached out her other hand; unblemished with nightly ink, clasping Tamlin's hand tightly in hers.
“It is done,” he murmured.
A shroud of smoke ensconced Rhysand’s body, lifting him into the air. Feyre cried out, stumbling back as the cloud swirled around him. A tendril of silver began to wind its way out of the cloud, twinkling as if it had been spun from the stars themselves. It reached towards Tamlin like a vine. He took it into his hand tenderly and it lay there, seeping into his skin until he glowed like a star.
And then there was utter stillness.
From the farthest corners of Prythian to the now crumpled wall, the wind rumbled with a single name…
Tamlin Silverthorne, the Stone-hearted, Killer of the Never-Fading-Flower, Protector of the Emerald lands,
High Lord of Spring and Night.
Ok I know I'm technically dead after round 2
BUT if I was alive
I think I'd choose the safe option and sit next to Elain and Gwyn :)) (seat 1)
Getting Elain to open up about her interests on a twelve hour flight AND a book girly to talk to??? AND i can talk to Gwyn about Valkarie training and how hot Azriel is
It's a done deal :)
ACOTAR Airplane Seat Game Round 3 of 4
Round 2 was nearly a tie! Turns out a lot of you value quiet time when flying. Check out the final results here.
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How to play: all you need to do is tell us where you'd sit on the flight by voting in the poll below. Bonus points if you tell us why in comments/reblogs/tags.
[Round 4 is pure silliness, we promise]
So. The Untamed yeah?
Full View over on Pillowfort.
(I really want to practice drawing them, but like...to many ideas, if anyone wants to throw an idea my way to help give me some specific ideas? (SFW or NSFW works))
Huevember is a thing that I will draw/doodle for a few colors of....
Got my trusty/rusty clipboard and pencil out again.......ended up drawing them for practice.
WOwoWOOWwOW
WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
.👀💔
I can't with this New York Times article
Source
"I don't want to read this" is totally valid.
"This is disgusting to me" is totally valid.
"I don't want to read this because it is disgusting to me" is totally valid.
"I don't think anyone should be allowed to read or write this because it is disgusting to me" is authoritarian.
Meanwhile in Monster Heaven (I might make more of these, who knows. Who knows if theyll be more sad or not tho. who knows.)
Fakiru Week: Violet
Fnaf Agebending.
The fnaf fandom likes to do the hokey pokey with the line between "this is okay" and "Heavens above this is not okay," so I probably only have one more fanart in me before I rush back into the arms of Princess Tutu.