#hes so evil istg

[eveningstarjelly]

He was, in fact, not a villager ....

Lizzie : I'm in love with uou Joel : Thanks

[cable-salamder]

Useless // Finally Shattered

I didn’t know which title of those two to give this, so take whichever one you will— either way my shinenigans of putting Arin through trauma continues (and I actually really like this one agjhjhhghs)

Lyrics from The Hand That Feeds - The Crane Wives

[tiredalwayss]

Beyond Evil: episode 15

Do you remember? What you always told me? When people compared me to Yu-yeon, you said having a successful life wasn't that important.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

i just wanna see more of these two dorks interacting omg >:'D <333

[carlottastudios]

Every day I get closer to making an unhinged behemoth of a post listing all of the things about Kaeya and his possible connections to mythology & stuff that I notice but NOBODY ELSE SEEMS TO BRING UP IN THEIR THEORIES

(edit: OMG I reached the tag limit I'm so sorry)

[youphoriaot7]

CELLBIT!

The global chat somehow seems even more frantic than usual this afternoon, and he blinks blearily at the messages rocketing across the screen. The tell-tale red blinking dot of notifications is practically going haywire: private chats from Pac and Bagi, calls from Philza and Bad, messages mentioning him from Fit, Pierre, Tubbo, Baghera—

This feels like a lot, even for an average Wednesday.

Cellbit: Okay, okay, hold on. I'm on my way to spawn now.

Strapping the communicator to his arm, Cellbit tugs his jacket on as he makes his way towards the waypoint across the bridge. He's just barely awake, but something is pulling at his insides: wrong, wrong, wrong.

He wasn't out for that long. What could have possibly happened?

Taking a deep breath, his hands slide across the polished stone surface of the waypoint, and in moments, he's arrived at the main square.

Immediately, there's a barrage of voices that hit his ears. Instinctively pressing a hand to his forehead, he pushes his way out of the subway, staring in disbelief at the large gathering of people in the main square.

Bagi spots him first, quickly yanking him to the side, yelling in her traditional rapid-fire Portuguese. At the same time, he can see Pac talking to Bad nearby, the two of them clearly upset—he knows both of them well enough to see something is wrong.

Tubbo catches sight of him next, and at that point, the jig is up. Whatever Bagi had been trying to tell him is instantly drowned out by the younger's typical loud tone—which immediately catches everyone else's attention as well. Fit grabs the back of Tubbo's apron to yank him backwards towards him and Phil, who stands there shaking his head with arms crossed, but it's already too late: the damage is done.

Pierre is shouting greetings to him in his typical joyous manner, which doesn't seem to match the rest of the group's energy. Baghera seems somewhat frantic, frustrated and upset as she tugs on his arm. Cellbit manages to catch his husband's eye from across the square where he's chatting with a hyperactive Foolish, and Roier simply gives him a sympathetic look.

...something bad has happened.

Everyone is talking at once, and Cellbit rubs a hand to his temples as he tries (in vain) to quiet the group. Only some words ever catch his attention through the wide chorus of voices—"Nether," "worry," and the increasingly common cries of "what are we going to do?"

"Alright, alright, calm down!"

Eventually, with Bagi's help, he's able to get everyone to at least lower their voices, if not stop completely. Instinctively, Cellbit glances towards her and Pac, praying they know enough to clue him in. When he catches Pac's eye, however, the other man looks horrified, gaze locked on a spot in mid-air just behind Cellbit. Cellbit sighs, opening his mouth to speak—

"Good morning, Mr. President."

He can practically feel the blood drain from his face as he slowly looks over his shoulder. Sure enough, there looms Cucurucho, the damn white fucker staring straight at him with that hideous, frozen smile.

"...what did you say?" Cellbit questions, voice light-years steadier than he feels.

The bear doesn't move, repeating its words. "Good morning, Mr. President."

The square is so quiet, you could hear a screw drop. Silently, Cellbit glances back at Bagi and Pac. The woman has a look of sorrow written across her face, whereas Pac's fists are clenched in a show of barely restrained anger. "...wheres Forever?" Cellbit asks softly.

Bagi opens her mouth to reply—

"Classified."

Cellbit's eyes snap back to the bear. "I didn't ask you," he responds evenly—and he can hear a snort of pleasure from where Tubbo stands, even despite Phil's hand slapped over his mouth and Fit's hissed shush. "Bagi?"

"We think he went to the Nether," she responds, voice somewhat hoarse as she glances at him.

Pac nods. "He said it was a mission." His eyes slide to Cucurucho.

He doesn't need to continue.

Cellbit takes a deep breath.

...he has a lot to do.

[theinfinitedivides]

me literally every time Ki Cheol and Jun Mo are less than three feet away from each other/interact in any way shape or form:

[tartantulaodzuka]

this is my first fanart ive managed to squeeze out of my noggin since my old sketchbook and its a stinky alcoholic detective, what does this say about me.

also i drew this with my mouse cuz i was too lazy to get my drawing pad a mere 10 centimetres away from where im sat.

but hey! after a whole day of cookie clicker, disco elysium had finally downloaded and i could play it alas and good god now i understand why that one lady on the news had kim kitsuragi framed on her wall.

[plague-of-insomnia]

me whenever i’m looking for NON SEBACIEL CONTENT and am forced to be exposed to antis screeching about how disgusting sebaciel shippers are

[labyrynth]

mxtx did not write “the scum villain’s self saving system”, a satirical novel commenting on and subverting stallion novels, danmei, and a plethora of other genre staples and tropes, just for y’all to take the title at face value

[fuddieduddies-art]

sequel to that jekyll piece (thinking about doing a set for the whole des docs gang), here’s the other one. i love his lil ugly ass.

[your-dad-cas]

krauser practice drawings because i honest to god just want to be held in his bag strong arms and chew on him

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Bridgeburn Waters - Champagne for Caesar

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

Allow me, lovelies, to share this beauty of a Clark Kent look-alike who may as well be a brooding melancholic romantic from the mid-19th century 🤤

[clerichs-xi]

also since im here already another dante sketch where he torments volo in goblin camp by making better rhymes than him

[cuteniaarts]

Me, six-ish hours ago: Yeah, I had the idea for an Avatar Suiren AU pretty much as long as Suiren herself existed, but idk if I'm ever gonna develop it, it's really hard to upkeep interest for it on my own...

Me, as soon as the concept of Suiren and Vaatu bullying Raava together popped into my head while I was typing out that long ass post: Fuck it, new strain of brain fungus acquired–

(Also yeah traditional art being posted for the first time since... 2020, probably. Don't have the spoons to transfer this to digital rn, maybe I will at some point and I'll do a fuckass Spirit World background or smth. We'll see)

First time drawing Vaatu so don't make fun of me, but honestly he's such a funky little guy and rather fun to draw. You just get that main shape down and then go nuts with the frills :) But also, credit where credit is due, scrolling through the Vaatu tag on @shadelorde’s blog really helped, so thank you for that 😊 And I really had no idea what to do with Suiren’s design here, I think I’ve used up all my character design juices on the nine previous iterations of her that exist, so for now she’s in a random dress with her hair down. I’ll probably alter it if I ever do a proper design for her in this verse