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[fictionallyinparadise]

I feel like it should be known that while doing other tasks and watching Karl edits (before I started self shipping) and it was the classic "I SAID SIT" scene and I sat down in real life.

[a-typical-nightowl]

Happy anniversary to FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN it's been like 3 years lez gooo

[clownsuu]

I give you an

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Also I stole this ask just so I can post this fuggin weirdo I made smhh (I raise from the dead just to post an oc again LMAOAOAOAO)

Hopefully this will be my last one in a long while I can live with 7 fuggin wh characters HHFHFUDJSNKSSJ- well- technically 8 if you include Betsy-

But to keep it (somewhat) short and sweet- my loser- a ye ol Milkman- Zachary Milksop (chronically lactose intolerant) and Betsy (a lil mascot moo sentient puppet)

Another character made almost spur in the moment again (like Mari) though thankfully not another bUG, but just some average human smhh. He’s a really simple guy, a loser, is as interesting as normal milk— he’s just the ye ol milkman who delivers you that gud shid smhh— enjoyer of the finer things in life (lunchables). A lil flirty and charming (in possibly the cringiest way possible) however he doesn’t really seem to pick up anyone besides the local cows that constantly harass him (and eats his pants). He enjoys watching them though, from v e r y m u c h afar——

hes just kinda, “that guy”

Also Betsy- a very sweet woman! She always greets everyone and has the friendliest extroverted personality ever! Always the type to bring (albeit tiny) gifts for her favorite neighbors and always leads when talking to anyone. Not like she would allow Zach to say anything anyway, she hates his polyester guts (and only him smhh)

[1driedpersimmon]

More Sesame doodles!! Also. Can you guys tell when .. *that* happened.. yeah

[frnkiebby]

oh fuck~🎃

[stuffy-just-doodles]

So before the movie begins, let me just make something wholesome -

It's a quick doodle, but i just wanna make them happi -

[beps-brainrot]

I need Lunar to be held and carried more than I need air.

I scribbled these a while ago and cleaned them up. But now I have no desire to finish them, so. Sorry y'all

[sparring-spirals]

Imogen is so, so deeply defensive.

Imogen is so, deeply defensive, so consistently in survival mode, and like. It Fucking Makes Sense. Nightmares and stress and headaches and people thinking shit they don't say and saying things they don't mean. Imogen tries her best to be kind, and be empathetic, but Imogen also lives in a little wound up ball with walls up in a world of generally terrible people and like, of course she does. How the hell else does she survive.

So when it's something like this, when it is about trust lost- she felt knee jerk hurt and disappointment and betrayal- of course, that first reaction is to flinch away, is to yank up those walls, is to be angry, and furious, because that is safe.

(It is always safer to inflict loneliness and boundaries on yourself, to set up those lines in the sand rather than get let down).

(Its about control, too, right, in a life where she doesn't have nearly enough of it).

Imogen stays away from Laudna and it feels more, and more wrong, more like Laudna was right and good, but Imogen can't say that yet. Because that flinch reflex is still there, and it's not about the gem at all, its about the way her stomach must have dropped when it happened, how badly it hurt. Its about the way Laudna keeps doing good things even when she's being angry and a little terrible-

and about the way that Dusk keeps looking at Laudna with stars in their eyes and they keep chatting so friendily and the way that Imogen really doesn't like that in a way that cuts past this distance and rips away that control, again-

and her fucking hair is gone-

Imogen is so defensive- in the way you pull your hand away from a hot stove, in the way you squint when the sun is too bright, in the way of self preservation and caution that makes you feel reckless and foolish to ignore it. Imogen is defensive in the way that being cornered fills you with fight or flight adrenaline, and one of those options feels like it gives you a little more control of your situation.

Imogen is so, so fucking defensive, and she must be so goddamn tired, and none of it is about the goddamn gem, at all.

[threetangerines]

congratulations to whoever said tour yoongi is 3tan yoongi you’ve successfully given me 3tan!yoongi going on his first huge tour and coming back home to reader brain rot :))))))))))

[italic-doing-random-shit]

tell me every single detail

Pixel walks in to his party

he sees that I’m there

after saying hello to everyone he comes over to me

asks me the question

I die of embarrassment as our friends asks me many questions

[crusaderce]

ons spoiler

FUCK YOU FERID. FUUUCCK YOU. FUCK THE MANGA. FUCK EVERYTHING. CHESS AND HORN - AND WHAT THE FUCK??? THT WAS FUCKING DUMB

WHAT THE ABSOLUTELY FUCK??

NO

NO I REFUSE

[2lim3rz]

Art trades open except it's just for Ultrakill, I need an excuse to draw-

[a-lonely-tatertot]

downhill by lincoln is a wiwi greyscale song. i went downhill at such steep incline my rear view mirror showed me only the sky etc etc etc

you. you understand my vision and my pain you are so right

[krikeymate]

Sam could stab me 86 times and I still say thank you.

If Sam stabs you, you definitely did something to deserve it.

[fairyhaos]

YENA TELL ME YOU'VE SEEN THE JUN PICTURES. PLEASE LORD HAVE MERCY. IM FUCKING UNWELL.

I SAW. I SAW THEM AND THEN DIED PLS I'M NOT HERE ANYMORE

[tokuteasings]

that dom!hiromi post asdfghjkl aaaaaaaaaaah

ngl though it made me think about some of the impure junya hiromi thoughts i've had... mostly involving him looking like this... and someone riding him... and he's just egging them on to work for it... and then afterwards he ~rewards~ them lol

he's so hot in this mv (*￣ii￣)

i'm so sorry junya forgive me fruit jesus for i have sinned so hard

banana satan welcomes all into this house of sin

HGDSIUHIUGRHU JUNYA S I R??? HELLOOOOO???

It's this...one day that you can't take it anymore. You two have been away from each other for so long, so busy with work and Hiromi is always walking around looking like...that...so of course your mind is gonna wonder and wander...

You trapped him in the room you two share at the hotel one day, smirking as you pin him down and straddle his hips. Your hands are skimming under his dress shirt, feeling each and every part of him.

"My love?" Hiromi knows that this means, and he's leaning into each and every touch, arching his back and sneakily trying to guide your hands up and up, unbuttoning buttons just to assist you. "What's the matter?" it's like he doesn't know what his suit-wearing self does to you...but he does.

Clearly.

"I miss you." was your simple answer and soon enough, you are riding him. Moans echoing off of the walls and his fingers digging into your hips as the sound of skin-against-skin and his praises spur you onwards.

"Come on, my love, just a little more. For me? You can take it." "You're doing so well...I want to hear more of you."

"I missed you too, but we have all of the time in the world right now."