#and smiled at. n liked

[soulmvtes]

i just really love strangers who smile so brightly at you for no actual reason

[chrliekclly]

more meme dialogue doodles cuz they were fun, wanted to get back to my bb charmac roots w these ones

[cringefailcabitha]

Cabby but I give her a lollipop like in SpongeBob and a propeller hat and a hug every day and she’s never sad again,

[assiraphales]

YouTube comment section u never fail me. always wilding. never change

[critter-covenant]

"ooooh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!"

They'd be good friends I like to thinmk

[mblue-art]

once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)

[riaki]

hs satoru knows he’s hot; he flaunts it everywhere he gets the chance to. but still, every now and then he’ll get on his knees like he’s about to throw himself on your feet and beg for your hand in marriage— only to ask you, “baby, do i look cute?” and then you can scoff and roll your eyes, but satoru insists he needs validation from you and you only. totally not because suguru gets more girls than he does, and so when you bring it up, he tells you he can have all the girls on the block ogling him like hes a mouthwatering snack and they’ve been starved for months, but none of their attention matters to him like yours does. sometimes, when you go out on a bright n sunny afternoon to browse the streets of tokyo, he’ll swipe his glasses off and wipe an imaginary droplet of sweat off his face to woo the ladies (who are buried in their phones), and when you scold him all he does is give you an innocent look and whine, “aww, but i was only trying to make you proud, sweetheart.” and then he’ll laugh and say none of the women hold his interest like you do when you smack him across the shoulder.

(just tell him he looks hot, and he’ll melt— but not before you do with the look he gives you; the kisses he peppers your face with afterward. he tries to make it an equal exchange.)

[catscidr]

yall i blacked out and then woke up to this….. what is this…. who was so desperate to have more dottore x y/n that they drew more….. that’s crazy….

[ride-a-dromedary]

[Tell me something about yourself that I wouldn't even think to ask.]

[litt1e-prince]

"Who's your friend, MK?"

INSPIRED BY THE FIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46162438/chapters/116212117

Which, if you 'haven't read yet- why not?? go read it now!! It's literally so good, its so good- had me crying- LIKE. I WANNA FIGHT WUKONG FROM THIS FIC SOOOO BAD but at the same time,,, i wanna hug him and bring him nice things and make sure he's safe and happy! The author writes so amazingly and aaaah! the pain!!!!

[iidgm]

a little something i wrote at 1 am

word count: 1065

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You sighed heavily, your limbs giving out under you without prior warning.

These chases are exhausting you, and you have no idea for how much longer you’ll be able to keep up with these toys without dying in the process.

Not like you stayed dead, anyways.

Strange voices in your mind ordering you to get up, and somehow waking up moments before your death… You’ve learned to not question it. At least not for now.

You check your surroundings carefully, trying your best to keep your heavy breathing as silent as possible as to not attract any more toys.

Dried pool, giant rubber ducks…

Ominous looking cell doors.

Ah shit, those are the only way forward, aren’t they?

You groan as you lift yourself up with your fists, your GrabPack feeling more like a hindrance than a helping tool at the moment. Damn designers.

You drag your heavy legs towards the cell doors, dread creeping up your spine.

Why are there CELLS on the POOL?!

You enter a dimly candle-lit corridor with a huge hole in a corner. You decide to not approach it, instead you keep going forward.

The putrid, rotting flesh and gore assaults your senses. The smell being unbearable, the sounds it made against your shoes as you walked disgusted you and the dried remains visible made your stomach churn.

But the only way is forward.

You look into the each cell individually, searching for something to help you open the doors at the end of the corridor—

“You… You’re Poppy’s Angel. Come to save us!”

You jump at the sudden deep voice behind you, turning around in panic with flare gun ready to shoot. Then you see it.

See him.

Dogday.

“Nothing left to save, not here…” He continues. “You’re in Catnap’s home, Angel. Their home.”

You try to swallow back the lump in your throat.

Or what’s left of Dogday.

His bottom half is ripped off, only a tight belt acting as a tourniquet preventing his insides to spill out completely. You want to throw up.

“A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry.” He sounds so defeated. “They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin– And eat away at you bit by little bit, fill what feels empty inside themselves.”

Your body moves without your input towards the canine, slowly as to not startle or scare him. Not like anything would achieve that at this point, you think.

“That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his God, and this is what he does to heretics.” He moves his arms, secured by shackles to emphasize this. “These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate– and in return, they are fed.”

Your hands slowly move towards Dogday’s face. He doesn’t react.

“We tried to fight it, The Prototype's control.” He takes a deep breath. “I'm... the last of the Smiling Critters.” His voice shakes a little, looking away from you. Your heart breaks further for him.

“I–” You try to start, but he interrupts you.

“Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live!” He looks at you, his dark voids for eyes locking on your face. His voice cracks again, but he sounds determined. You make up your mind in that second.

“I’m not leaving without you.” You say firmly, before working your way through his shackles as fast as you can. He makes a sound of shock as his arm drops, followed by the other. He falls into your arms, limp and dirty.

“Wh– Angel, I’m a lost cause! You must flee!” He pleads, his hand closing around your forearm with the little strength he has.

“I’m sick and tired of people telling me who I can and cannot save. So strap in, Doggy boy, I’m getting you out of here.” You say with finality, shifting him on your back in a way he can hold himself up somewhat comfortably.

He doesn’t protest any further.

You look around, trying to find a way out of the cellar. The doors you came through somehow closed, so that option is discarded.

“Oh no... OH NO!” You hear Dogday cry out, and you turn your head to see what he’s on about.

Oh shit.

A mass of ruined critters start to crawl their way out of the walls towards you. Before you can react, the floor gives in beneath you, falling through a hole in front of the closed gates.

“Hold on tight!” You warn before running your way through the narrow foam tunnels. Your flare gun manages to scare the little toys that come across your away and gives you a dim light source in the abyssal darkness the Playground was.

You slide down one of the three slides you are offered, and keep running as you can.

And then you see it.

A platform to the surface.

You only have to make a purple hand jump to get there.

The GrabPack was made for only one person, though. Would you be able to make it?

Only one way to find out.

“Be ready!” You shout as you run at full speed, gaining momentum.

'Wait— nononO ANGEL WAIT—' You hear him yell in a panicked tone, but you don't slow down.

With a leap of faith, you press the pressure plate with the purple hand and the world slows down.

For a second, you’re suspended in the air with Dogday’s arms around you firmly, and on the next, you and your companion crash on the platform so hard it knocks the air out of both of you.

You quickly press the button for it to go up before collapsing. Seems like Dogday had let go of you once he saw you’d make it.

You pant in exhaustion, the adrenaline washing off now that you’re somewhat safe. The back of your hand rests on your forehead, your eyes closed to prevent the artificial light from entering your retinas.

You did it.

You hear a deep, husky laugh not far away from you, and you laugh along with him.

You did it!

You managed to save someone!

You two laugh together in a manic manner as the platform lifts you two to the surface level of Playcare.

You’d think what to tell the others once you’re there. For now, you’ll enjoy this short moment of bliss with your new friend.

[dustykneed]

i saw a post that was like "the reason bones is always frowning is bc whenever he smiles, everyone in a 3 mile radius falls madly in love w him" and i think that is so true tbh

(anyways bonus spones scribble. ur welcome:

[green-alien-turdz]

hey uhhhhh

apologies if this ask is like. weird or smth

but can I just request a doodle of tweek with a trans flag?

I’ve been feeling reallt shitty over being trans lately, for personal and dysphoric reasons. and. tweek is a very important comfort character for me

ofc you don’t have to do this at all- but it’d mean a lot/gen/nf

Dude, you're all good. It's not a weird ask. I'm sorry you're feelin like that right now, n I really hope that things lessen some so that you can start to feel a lil better with yourself. You fuckin matter, bro, no matter how this world decided to plop you out n what you choose to do with that.

[tequiilasunriise]

No context here’s ep 12 in a nutshell:

[luck-of-the-drawings]

AUU FUCK I FORGOT I MADE THIS. it started out as a single little sketch and hten i woke up with glass in my arm. dont look too hard at the lighting. or the lines. or the anything. this whole fuckin episode was so fun HAHAHAH i love skin and terror.

[devilbunzz]

fishy fishy 🐟