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I just cannot wait for the day Lindy Ruff is fired.

I am tired of having the tiny hope I have be taken away every damn game.

I am tired of seeing the players, who are clearly just dun not in the sense that they aren't trying but in the sense that they have gotten used to the disappointment that is this season, be exhausted every game, especially when players like Daws, L. Hughes and literally anyone else who is showing signs of stress clearly aren't playing in tiptop shape.

I am tired of Lindy sounded disappointed any time he is on screen, no matter if we do well or not that game, it's consistent disappointment and disinterest when I hear him talk and it sucks.

I am tired of New Jersey somehow finding a way to be a joke even in the sports world with our ONLY major professional, this team is many people only knowledge of Jersey and yet we are STILL a joke or something to just not be respected.

I am tired of every game where everyone is sure this just HAS to be Lindy's last game and yet somehow he is still there the next time we play, that somehow someway he probably won't be fired till the end of the season and EVEN THEN who knows if he actually will me.

I am tired and over it but I'll still be watching the games, I'll still be there when we lose once again, I'll still be there talking to Sky saying shit about how much I hate Lindy and how he is running this team into the ground, I'll still be complaining about Ruff to my parents because they have to know everything wrong going on.

I'll still be here because just because a team is doing shit doesn't mean you should drop it just because of that, that just shows you weren't actually a fan in my opinion.

I have far too much state pride for my own good because I genuinely love this state and love this team, so I'll stick through the good and the bad, continue to be slightly angry with myself for not being able to get into hockey last year when we were badass.

And I'll still be watching and eventually buy more stuff for the Devils because let's be real, the second that sales drop and the Devs aren't as popular the club isn't stay in Jersey, so might as well support the bastards ya know?

And hey, who knows, maybe one day we shall see Lindy gone and this team flourishing, but until then I'll just keep being sorta upset that we aren't doing as well as we can and drinking my problems away (this is a joke and I promise it's just water, Liquid Death specifically).

Oh my gosh I love this, thank you so much lol

*stares deep into your soul* NJ headcanons please? Angst or fluff just anything

*stares right back into your very core with my autistic eyes*

But yes ofc you may have some NJ hc’s young child :)

NJ is strangely really good with hair. And that goes for literally every hair type. Unruly and ruined by bleach like Florida’s? Easy. Wavy and incredibly messy like Texas’s? No problem. Louisiana on the verge of tears cuz his curly ass mess of hair got tangled in the humidity of the summertime and he’s only hurting himself more by trying to brush it? No problemo, NJ will gently and delicately Dutch braid it.

NJ and Loui. Theres something between them. Idk what it is. But there’s something. Potential parental stuff perhaps. But something.

NJ can and will adopt any younger state that gives off "yeah I have parental issues" vibes

This man is a HUGE dog person :]

He has a Doberman, named Murrie, and a Boxer named Mar. He loves them and they love him.

For some reason, trying to write and draw comic bubbles are way much more difficult than drawing the characters...

Help a Family in Need

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.

As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.

In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.

Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.

Your contribution will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.

Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.

Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones.

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DHMIS Theory

ok, so imma just say spoilers for the DHMIS tv series, but i feel like that's a given.

so. i've seen theories around about yellow guy being david and him having been hit by a car, and i agree with those. but many people, including matpat, believe leslely was the one driving. but, in episode five, when time child arrives, they have this symbol on their chest

the yellow one with the battery is clearly yellow guy, and the green one with the egg is clearly duck. which leaves the red one with the road. this is what got me thinking that red guy could've been the one driving the car, and i know that that could mean anything, but lets look at the cars.

the car they drove in episode five says "LE5L3Y' on the license plate, so that implies it's hers. however, the car that hit yellow in the 'dream' sequence is a different car.

the one that hits yellow guy in the 'dream' looks like a volkswagen bug, whereas the one that they're driving doesn't. plus, even though he struggled to turn it on, red guy seemed to know how to drive it. almost like he'd driven a car before.

now, why is he in this world if he didn't die? idk man. maybe it's a punishment of sorts. maybe lesley's teaching him lessons about how the world works to say 'it's wrong to run over children'. or maybe he is dead. idk what happened after the car hit david. that's the thing with this show. duck is implied to be the pet (with the 'dog' having his head and a few pictures in his wallet) but he's there too- maybe he was even the one who ran into the road, causing david to chase him (idk what that bird symbolizes)

or maybe i'm over thinking all of this. who knows.

welp. that's my two cents for you. do with it what you will.

Exclamation points are extremely underrated!

@cactisays in my heart you own like 5

Saguaro redraw from some years back! good ol long cactus

"DerekDerekDEREK holy mother of GOD I'm about to fall 200 feet to my DEATH" "Better hold on tight, spider monkey" "What the hell is a sp- NO don't you daaAAA"

Another of my friend K's suggestions - when she found out I'd never watched twilight she suggested we do so together, but she keeps insisting she won't tell me what happens in the last ones in advance because then I'll 'never agree to watch them'. i am afraid.

I hate “closed” tribes. Hot take- Tribes like Dewwings are just Leafwings2 - you shouldn’t be creating tribes or monetary value towards an IP you down own the rights to- they are just for flashy show because “look! I have a cool dragon, and hahah you don’t!”

I feel like Tui wouldn’t like them, simply because IPs like that make a lot of money, and publishers don’t like non-ip owners encroaching on that

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So last and this week have been crazy, meltdowns that affected my time on the drawings. And a personal problem that happened on Saturday that I will be quiet for a few days or more, maybe a month.

Let me explain, some people in Wattpad knows a bit that I had a problem with my armpit that hurted so bad that I stop writing and moving my arms for a few days. What I didn't continue on saying, I had these problems for more than two years. Long ago, I had this pimple-like bumps under my arms for a few weeks and I never thought about it, even if I was close off the outside and I stay in my room.

To warn you, I'm an autistic teenager who suffer depression, anxiety, diabetes, and many issues. Basically, I'm a very sick person who have many mental health problems. I like to be in my room most of the days because my anxiety keep me away from the outside world when my family goes shopping. There are some times where I am happy to go out and stretch out my legs.

Anyways, I didn't think much about the lumps, even it's weird that I stay in the room yet it came out of nowhere. It wasn't until a few days later, it open into holes, throwing pus and blood goo that dirty any towel within that day. It even stink the room from the smell but the worst was that it gave me huge pain when I move a muscle on my arms. It last a few weeks before it close up and leaves scars under my armpits but in a few days, my other armpit started to repeat that cycle of pain. When it close up, my other arm open up again, repeating all of the years. No pain killers stop the pain for a day, only hours before it sting back again. We went to emergency room more than three times, never telling me what it was and just to "air it out" but they also have me Cephalexin or Keflex pills (was the first thing they gave me when I came in the second time) but I found out that I'm "immune" to it so there was almost nothing to help me.

Until a year ago, my mom took me to my primary doctor instead and they said that I might have Hidradenitis suppurativa. When they send me to a Dermatologist, she said a few words about it and related to me so much, she only have us a pill to stop the flare up (the shocking pain in the arms and muscles). It made me sick and have extreme diarrhea for weeks so my mom decides to stop giving it to me and I got a lot better. The flares up stop for a year but just last week, it created three balls and made a huge lump and when it popped in my sleep, I just cover it with a bandage to stop the blood. When the next night came in, I was have a huge meltdown from the stress of homework I missed (that week before that, I didn't went to school cause the whole household got sick and no one could drive, I'm homeschooled) and the pain came in more extreme than before, my mom took me to the emergency room again but this time, the doctor saw me in pain and told me it was Hidradenitis suppurativa which we knew but he noticed I was really young and sick for this so he wants me to get into surgery to get rid of it which we didn't knew that can be a option until now. We change doctors because they were shit from the beginning and refused to take the hospital referral for an emergency surgery.

So just yesterday, I went to see the new doctor and he sent a note for an urgent surgery to the office, they said that they will send a call for a 24 hour warning to meet the surgeon but they don't know the date it will be for it but it will be this week.

This morning, the doctors who going to do the surgery approved me but they need the notes from the hospital emergency room and see me. So it will happened tomorrow or the next day before that. I seen video of the procedure they do and it looks like I won't able to use my arms for a while. I want this so bad, the freedom of the one thing I have. I may be suffering with others things but I want to move my arms freely to do my drawings and writing my stories. I also scared of the outcome of it after the surgery, also I don't want to wake up in the middle of it.

Thanks for reading this, if you have any questions about this, ask away!

URGG STOP LOOKING COOL!

Happy Birthday Naga you horrible horrible human being

Was not expecting AOT to feature in TMNT MM but here we are

Will expand on this when I’m more awake however:

human tmnt au BUT the boys have oligodactyly

I know it's ungrateful to show what you got for christmas on the internet... but I've been waiting for this moment since I was 8

They now have a mouth and they must scream

Buy me a kofi?

Ok I feel like you guys deserve something so... have a story I guess.

Random Loubby thing I drew, and story I’m making up on the spot.

(What a title)

Quick Note: They’re like, 17 or so here. Ok? Ok.

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Webby was walking through the manor, being her awesome Webby self, when she heard something. It sounded almost like... surpressed gasps of pain.

She followed the sound for a minute or so, and it led her to the 2nd guest bathroom on that floor. The door was opened slightly. Peeking in, she saw Louie standing there, with his back to her. He was crying and leaning over the sink, running the water over his left arm.

“Hey Lou, you ok?” Webby asked, entering the room. Louie, surprised by her presence, quickly turned around, holding said arm behind his back.

“Yeah, totally.” He replied, his voice strained and his face twisted into an unconvincing smile. He rubbed his eyes dry with his right sleeve. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Webby raised a concerned eyebrow.

“What’s behind your back?” She asked.

“My arm.” Louie replied. Webby looked him in the eye for a second.

“Show me.” She said firmly. Louie chuckled nervously, fidgeting his arm behind his back for a second, before holding it out in front of him. The sleeve was rolled back down.

“See? Nothing out of the ordinary!” He said as cheerfully as he could. Webby sighed, grabbing his arm and rolling the sleeve up. Louie winced in pain. Who could blame him? There were 3 large gashes up his arm, and a few more small ones scattered among them.

“Louie, we talked about this!” Webby reminded him gently. Louie sighed shakily.

“Please don’t tell Webs.” He begged, rubbing his eyes on his sleeve again. Webby sighed again.

“I won’t.” She promised, pulling him with her out of the room. “You’re just lucky no one’s home.” She pulled him down to the kitchen and made him sit down at the counter while she got out a first aid kit.

“It’s not that big a deal Webby.” Louie told her irritably as she pulled his arm out to treat. “They’re just cuts.”

“They’re not ‘just cuts’ Louie.” Webby replied worriedly, grabbing the disinfectant from the kit. “They’re cuts you gave yourself. That’s not healthy!” She pressed a cotton swab on the largest cut, causing Louie to wince again and his eyes to water.

“Ow!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry!” Webby said quickly. “But I need to clean them!”

The next few minutes passed in silence, aside from Louie’s wincing from the pain. Finally, Webby wrapped his arm in bandages and tied them tightly.

“There.” She said quietly. “Now they’ll heal, and as long as you’re in long sleeves, no one will see.”

“Thanks.” Louie mumbled, rolling his sleeve back down. He groaned and put his head down on the counter.

“You just put your face in your blood.” Webby pointed out, lifting his head back up gently. His face was splotched with bits of crimson.

“Cool. Can you tell me when I care?” Louie asked miserably. Webby sighed and wiped his face clean with a damp cloth.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself Lou.” She said with a concerned voice, sitting next to him.

“I can as long as there’s scissors in the mansion.” He replied. “And even without those, there’s always knives. Maybe even a good old fashioned sword.”

“Why though?” Webby asked.

“I don’t know, ok?” Louie snapped back, turning away from her. He felt a few hot tears run down his face again. “I don’t... know.” He repeated shakily.

“Look at me Louie.” Webby said firmly. He sighed and turned back around, looking her in the eye. “Louie, I know what you’re thinking.” She said after seeing the self-hatred in his eyes. “Don’t you dare believe it.”

“I...I can’t help it.” He replied tearfully.

“Lou,” Webby started, putting her hands on his shoulders. “You are an amazing person. You’re smart, you’re kind, and you are IMPORTANT. And I love you just the way you are, no matter what.” Louie rubbed his eyes on his sleeve again and sniffed. Webby pulled him into a tight hug.

“I love you too.” Louie replied quietly over her shoulder. She pulled away and kissed his forehead.

“I know you do.” She assured him with a smile. “But you need to love yourself too.” Louie’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“I can’t.” He replied. “I can’t find anything about me worth loving.”

“Then look harder.” Webby told him. “Because I see all of it every day.”

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Ok, well, there you go.

bringing this up again bc im rewatching tbb (yes for the 4th time)

having hunter grapple with being a soldier and no longer knowing if that role suits him, let alone the fact that he has a choice in the matter, all while trying to protect omega and his family

and then proceeding to have him lose a quickdraw because he reacted like a soldier (drawing faster but choosing to aim instead of hipfire) and subsequently failing to protect omega

is genuinely such a good choice and foundational development for the dad he becomes later on. this moment and him attempting to leave omega behind with a "real family" make the payoff for his character that much sweeter imo

I'm suffering from great pain today. special dinner: ibuprofen sandwich

Hey, if your requests are still open, would you consider drawing Needlenose from the IDW comics? He needs more love XD ❤💛💙

You're right, he does need more love!

Hrrmmm, that joke flopped like a fish out of water.

Edit: 3 o'clock brain struck again, I have edited it a bit for clarity but there is only so much you can do with horrible writing X)

harry: if i had a sickle for every time voldemort fired a killing curse at me and i didn't die

harry: i'd have two sickles

harry: which isn't that much, but it's weird that it happened twice

April’s fool swap!

Here’s my contribution to the April’s fool swap mentionned in this post!

Flufy made one too!

(English isn’t our first language, we did our best)

                                                     COMFORT

It’s a beautiful day.

After so much mist, so much water, so much smoke and mirrors and snow, he cannot feel the morning sun kiss on his face and think otherwise.

Kakashi is recovering, (so is he, actually), so they are to remain in this town for now. He hates to be stuck there, without his scrolls and books and unable to train. So much time to think, he usually welcomes it. It allows him to steel himself, to refocus himself over and over on his resolutions and to hold on tight onto his memories.

He doesn’t welcome it just now, when his mind betrays him even more than his body.

Yesterday, he almost died.

Today, when he opened his eyes, an unusual feeling sat heavy on his chest, where a stripe of sunlight fell from the window. What is the sun for ? he thinks. What is warmth for ? Why does it have to be bright, clear and so painfully comforting ? Comfort has always been but a weakness, to him. No, that isn’t the truth. There was a time when he was self-indulgent. Comfort, then, was something he allowed himself to have aplenty, something that was but distantly tainted by a sense of guilt that bore the face of his father, spoke with the voice of his father.

He almost died yesterday.

The problem doesn’t lie with the « dying » part of the sentence ; death, he knows about, he has seen its heartless work and felt its cold clutch. Death, for him, has been woved into the fabric of his very existence since he was 8. The problem lies with the « almost ». If he had either died for good or not thrown  himself in front of any lethal needles altogether… If only, he thinks in a young and small inner voice, if only he had just died. He would have been free from it all. From the pain, the memories, the hate and the thirst for revenge.

Free from the exquisite, unbearable kiss of the sun.

Naruto is being loud and cheerful, and obviously believes he does a good job at pretending everything is alright. The fool. Casual observation makes him revise his judgement, though. Yes, Naruto is a fool, but all the others are even bigger fools for not seeing through his gesticulations.

And I, the biggest fool of all, he thinks.

What is unnerving is that, having survived, he now has to deal with the implications of his (attempted) grand sacrifice. He couldn’t even die for someone properly. (He was always the disappointing one, after all.) The implications are thus : he was supposed to live and die for his objective. Not find himself so violently shaken off his intended path as to throw it all to the wind in order to save someone else’s life.

Someone else.

Naruto’s eyes dart his way for the uptenth time since the battle on the bridge settled down. Eyes a bit like Sakura’s, that weight on him. Eyes like his own mind, full of unsaid, unspeakable things that he will never aknowledge beyond mild annoyance. Yes, he’s alive, so if they could both get over it already. His eyes sure don’t keep coming back to the usuratonkachi like he was some kind of magnet, do they ? It’s not that hard, damn it. If he can just avoid looking at him directly for some time…

Actually, cross that : his eyes just met the idiot’s. As with the few previous times it has happened since the day before, it sends his brain into panick mode and he automatically makes a sour face, mirrored instantly on the usuratonkachi’s features, and they both look away. From the corner of his eye, he can see that Sakura, who apparently deals with his resurrection by sticking close to him at all times, has noticed. But there is only so much he can feel miserable about, so. Let her ponder. He’s already at his maximum, what with feigning indifference.

His controls are in shambles. This is so bad. And the day is so bright. He would glare at the sun were it not an idea so stupid even the idiot would ridicule him for it. Still, the bizarre temptation remains. He cannot glare at his preferred target for obvious reasons, and the sun would be the next best thing. He settles for closing his eyes and regrets it as soon as, instead of blood under a full moon and a room full of pain, appears a teary face with a wide, trembling grin – sunshine through rainy clouds – as if burned against his eyelids.

He heaves a silent sigh. Whatever. This isn’t the first time the usuratonkachi has puzzled him to the point of getting under his skin, and it certainly won’t be the last. (This time, though, whispers a treacherous voice that he doesn’t manage to ignore as well as Sakura’s or Kakashi’s, this time it is not about what Naruto did, like kiss him out of the blue in front of the entire class, no, this time he was the one to do something that he can’t make any sense of, like give up his life and purpose so that Naruto would keep on breathing, and keep on dreaming – but such irrelevant details are to be carefully swept aside. There is no sense in dwelling on things like emotions, bodies that move on their own, or comfort that ruthlessly takes apart the frozen cores of loneliness.)

He is grateful for the fact that the hoarseness resulting from his neck injuries gives him an excuse to be even more taciturn than usual, as it gives him time to recover from this blow on his mental balance. Small mercies. Who would want to talk on such a beautiful day, anuway ? Naruto does, of course. Naruto wouldn’t understand (though he comes the closest) and Naruto has him own way of dealing with pain.

The deadly boy, soft-spoken, and swift, and so startingly innocent : of course that idiot had to go and befriend him when he was their ennemy, right before they had to fight him – right before he had to die. This is why Naruto is a fool and Sasuke cannot understand him : how he hopes still, how he has so much to give when he received nothing but hatred and rejection. He cannot understand how He-Who-Has-Lonely-Eyes can have encountered real violence for the first time yesterday, and crack as many bad jokes and blinding smiles today.

Of course it was nothing like his own witnessing of the death of his entire clan and family. But still. This boy feels so much, he knows (he knows, perhaps, better than anyone). And he may seem shallow but he is anything but (this, also, he knows intimately).

(He so wishes he hadn’t been put on the same team as this particular boy, he so wishes it mattered as little as he lets on, as little as he initially thought it would. He so wished the mere sight of him didn’t rouse a dull ache in the pit of his stomach, right where you would steal an opponent’s breath from him; and he so wishes that none of this was so sickeningly akin to all that he tries his damnedest to kill in himself. He so wishes he was well past wishful thinking.)

He realizes that, for once, he kind of welcomes Sakura’s fussing, for she, at least, is safe to be around. It’s easy to feel a companionship with her that provides a measure of relief without threatening the very foundations upon which he built himself.

That is how he knows how very bad this is. Because even this relief shouldn’t be indulged in, and yet it feels immeasurably safer than what Naruto does to him. Even worse : he has noticed all this a long time ago, and still let it happen, this… melting of sorts.

(Naked truth : Sasuke is shaken. Badly. Shocked and furious at himself. How did he allow this to happen ? How come he cares so little about what he almost did ? As if given the chance to second-guess himself, to consider what he was about to do, he would have shielded Naruto just the same ? But hush. Hush. Such thoughts, flaring and burning, they don’t belong with him. Hush.)

Yes, he finds all of this quite unnerving. How the day is so sunny, how some people smile and brag and bounce around, how some people, cheerfully and with pugnacity, build bridges against all odds.

Yeah.

How long before this annoying awkwardness between him and the usuratonkachi dies down and is forgotten and never talked about again ? In the meantime, they’ll keep passing it off as hostility, and that will be comfortably far from anything like comfort. In theory.

If only it wasn’t such a beautiful day.

- Smuty -

I open my eyes and sit up. I'm in a dark, open place. the floor is covered in a thin layer of what feels like water. there's a faint glow of light in the distance. in it, a silhouette.

I lay back down, hoping the figure didn't notice me. I keep my eyes on it just in case.

"you are a threat to my plans." the silhouette shifts in place as I realize it knows I'm here. the voice is quiet and calm, almost like a whisper. if the silhouette wasn't there, I wouldn't know where it was coming from. it reverberated in my head. I could feel it in my body.

I stood up and looked at the silhouette, shouting "why am I here? who are you?"

the silhouette appeared in front of me, and I stumbled backwards in fear. "no need to shout. you'll be gone soon. as for where you are, you are in your mind. as for who I am…"

as the silhouette stood there, I saw two weird shapes open up in its head. it looked like a strange symbol at first, but… it wasn't anything like that. it was its eyes. it looked as if it had a pair of eyes overlapping each other. I tried to run. I tried to scramble backwards. I tried to move.

but I was frozen in place, unable to even twitch a finger. its eyes were mesmerizing in the most terrifying way. I was afraid, but I couldn't look away from that fear.

"my name is archo."

I didn't dare say anything.

"you are an inconsistency. you are an undesired variable in my equation for perfect chaos. you must be cut out. your presence is endangering my progress towards perfect chaos. I must make sure that you do not hinder my work."

the silhouette of archo seemed to lean towards me.

"I will have order."

I lay there staring at this thing for what seemed like forever. my hands started to get weak holding me up. my vision started to darken.

soon my vision went completely dark. I couldn't see it anymore, and I collapsed. but the liquid… it didn't feel like water anymore. it felt much more viscous and concentrated… it felt like blood.

I felt a chill down my spine. I leaned my head back to look behind me.

I saw another silhouette, twitching violently in a darker light.

I kept my eyes on it as I turned around to stand up, but as my head rotated to be the right way up, the other silhouette didn't seem to move. it was as if it was attached to my eyes, staying the same as when I first saw it — upside down and shaking.

as I stood up, my foot came down too hard and the liquid splashed. I stood stock still, hoping that the silhouette didn't hear me. but as I stood there, I saw the liquid float up in front of me. I looked down at my foot to see the strange liquid floating around it, as if all of the gravity around it had dissipated.

I looked up only to see the silhouette in front of me, trembling violently. I slip and fall backwards, sending more of the liquid into the air as it flies off into oblivion.

"you've seen it too? the unknowable? the unlivable?"

I look at this new silhouette. its voice is quiet, but it has a certain excitedness to it. the silhouette crouches down next to me as I look at it. it lowers it's hand into the liquid and lifts it back up. the liquid flies off into the air. but as the silhouette moves his hand back downwards, the liquid flies back to its hand, swirling around it at varying speeds.

"the vast chaos about the multiverse is so fun, don't you agree? the colors, the sounds, the feelings… but there's still an order to them."

the silhouette starts to vibrate and tremble even more.

"but I wish for a place where constants don't exist. a place where colors don't see over and power is in-between. a place who purple is under high-pitched wrongs and truth is all but round. the chaos of everything becoming nothing, which in turn becomes everything once again."

I look on at the silhouette, unable to move.

"after all, the sky is made of diamonds. and diamonds are my eyes."

I look on at the quaking mass of darkness in front of me. it stops trembling as it turns to look at me. I can see its eyes… a mass of diamond shapes in ever-changing formations.

"I don't have a name. but you can call me… I think 'the wolf' will suffice."

literally have not been able to get out of bed for the past 45 minutes- time to post on tumblr

So I finished the first Psychonauts game.

What's being said: "This is such a neat game! I love the representation and the presentation. The humor and design is so good. I'm so excited to see how it ends--"

Killer "Serrif"

Is he really a Sans? Does it matter? Killer doesn't think so, and it doesn't matter to him. After all, he's alone. Alone, Alone, Alone, Alone, Alone,

A L O N E....

- Official Height: 5'4

- He/Him

- Nihilist

- Perceptive, clever, confident, assertive, stubborn, cynical, blunt, optimistic, teasing, untrusting, deceitful, sarcastic, persuasive, erratic, social, cocky, dependant, careless

- Has a liking for the color green and red

- Can have a quick temper

- Named Killer because the nickname he had given Chara turned into an actual name for himself

- Curses often and his favorite word is shit

- Specially skilled with knives

- A little fucking shit

- Forgets things often, leaving him to knock on his skull when trying to remember something

- Talks to himself a lot, a habit he picked up

- Tries to "befriend" everyone

- Surprisingly quite patient when he chooses to be

- Constantly wipes away the ooze pouring from his eyes when it drips

- Black ooze spills from his eyes when crying, so he always has tissues in his inbox

- Laughs during inappropriate times

- He catches himself envying others sometimes, so he gets quieter when this happens

- Both internal sides of his soul argue about their opinions on things, so he usually has neutral opinions on things, leaving him indecisive on simple items

- He doesn't drink ketchup anymore

- Is quite lonely, especially after things went quiet for awhile

- Makes rude comments like the way a child is brutally honest

- He chugs energy drinks a lot to keep awake, he doesn't like sleep since he often has bad dreams

- Loves to mess around with instruments

- He's very touch oriented so he can't stand staying still. He tends to also get in people's space as a result

- Magic smells of iron, magic tastes of cranberries

- He would call his lover Doll

- He adores cats but does not own one of his own since he doesn't want them to get hurt

- When away from the underground he grows to have more fashion sense

- Drinks alcohol frequently, since he was left alone with it in the underground and grew thirsty

- Avoids getting emotionally invested in others

- Fucking eats chocolate UP

- He avoids yellow flowers like buttercups, but he likes roses and overall more red flowers. Yellow ones remind him of days long past

- Hates having anything to do with fate, so he often will get irritated if someone starts rambling about "fate". To him, it's all about chance and choice

- His soul turns back to a heart when he's feeling, and which then involves a lot of crying while one eyelight glows a white

- picks things from out of his teeth with his pinky, since he doesn't carry toothpicks

- Bro has a crusty dusty jacket, he needs a bath💀

- Can never get along with other AU's except very very very rarely

- I think he would listen to ICP

- Avoids hurting animals at all costs, despite his nature

- Would be a horrible babysitter for anything. Give him a baby? He lost it. Keep your keys in his pocket? He lost it. Your faith in him? He lost that pretty quickly

- His gaster blasters are fuzzy and slightly glitchy, not quite present. It is a last resort when he's out of knives since he uses a lot of magic already. His soul can visibly spike and he ends up feeling completely drained to the point it hurts using his magic

- Is able to detect FEAR when staring into another's soul, in which he'll mock them

- Hates being belittled or compared to others

- His magic bones are jagged and red tinted

- Hates seeing himself in reflections, so he avoids mirrors by cloaking them or shattering them

- He dreams of Papyrus and it feeds into his guilt. He gets shaken up by it every time

- A small white eyelight will show itself if he's either his 'normal' self or if he's super comfortable with someone

- He doesn't care for puns anymore, often teasing others or using dark humor instead

- Tends to play with victims during his sprees, as he enjoys teasing them and loves the chase

- He rarely feels remorse for hurting others, but it's possible

- It's not recommended to challenge him, as he feels that he has to win at all costs and tends to be quite tricky as a result through loopholes. He doesn't quite "cheat"

- Rarely does he lose or allow himself to admit defeat. Sometimes he'll even discard the challenge and deal unless they're stronger or best him in a way he finds acceptable

- He is a light sleeper due to paranoia, often waking up with a slightly jittery or skittish response

- Even if he has left others behind to chase a target, it's mainly because he's a chaser. His speed, dexterity, and stamina are his best qualities. He can outrun any other Sans, but he always makes sure to let them have some "leniency"

- Rarely does he quit chasing someone, not unless told not to (depending on different interpretations where he works for Nightmare) or if he's grown to become utterly devoted to those he's close with and decides to help them

- Rarely can be actually create emotional bonds with others, often having "partnerships" or "deals" instead

- Can only keep track of two things: his target of interest (monster, human, item, animal. For hunting or otherwise) and his knives

- Has fun executing those that he deems against his fucked up moral code. If he deems them horrible, then they must be. It's his preferred execution, and so he tends to actually avoid killing those that are aligned as neutral or good. He isn't against hurting them though, and only kills them if necessary

- He doesn't care for humans and seems to actually prefer attacking them instead, since they're not made of just magic. They bleed and can take more hits

-He is partially unable to feel pain, so even if his skull is cracked or if his bones are broken, he just laughs about it and even snaps things back in place

-He usually smiles, but there are times where he's absolutely pissed and is unable to force it. It's his default appearance, sometimes leaving him sore

- This based off my own little twist of the AT, and so this can be entirely ignored. I feel that there is more to his dynamic with Chara because I personally don't think that Chara is evil. In fact, I think that both were forced by the Player, thus bonding as they broke their coding in order to not only feel something, but to also make it nearly impossible for the Player to "win." In this version, I feel that Chara was just morphed into something else due to Hate and Spite. In the end, I feel that after Killer destroyed Chara's soul, a part of it consumed and molded within him, this leaving him and Chara to sort of share a soul

Closing Notes: I have a lot of fun working with him, even when I found him sort of boring when I was younger. Some of my own little twists on what my personal hc's do influence my perception of him. I hope you guys enjoy this and aren't disappointed, don't be afraid to ask questions or throw in your own hc's for him! Thank you for reading =)