#im cringe and that's based

[rooftop4119]

is there something wrong with my gradient? she keeps crawling on the ceiling and spelling out incomprehensible phrases. pls help

[ravenrambles6229]

the primal urge to be a ninja in a world where instead you must pay taxes

[casart]

Sketch for the purp man's birthday~💜

[mewniemoon]

Sequel to this. Cat dad time

[daftpatience]

comp of my little smurchin sona (smurchin stands for sea urchin that u can smooch)

[roachgum]

how to fit in in (late) middle school 101

[adhdandcomics]

idk who’s new here but if you don’t get paranoid when u scroll tumblr in public you don’t understand the experience

[armysethos]

My partner asked me to make toge an outfitte... the highest of honors....♡♡♡♡

[angelbitezzz]

Recently read Tilikum by Llama_Goddess on Ao3 (check out the link it's so good) and it gave me some interesting brainrot ideas

Fic under the cut

A day dawned like any other for Sans. Get out of bed, work various odd jobs, slack off at said odd jobs, and get home to sleep some more.

Today was a new gig—Janitor work at the local aquarium. It was good, easy work. He'd been all sorts of things in his time both underground and now on the surface, so he was largely left to his own devices practically since the first day.

Some kid spilled one of those themed ice creams on the floor in front of one of the siren tanks. Big attractions, those guys. Not quite human, too physical to be a monster, they sort of floated in this odd in-between state of natural existence. Word was that the song of one would easily lead you to your drowning death. It was a good thing that glass was thick and soundproof, otherwise any of the ones held captive would likely jump at the chance.

Sans mopped away at the spill slowly, dragging out the task. The place was closing for the night soon, he certainly didn't want to be redirected to something else when he had such an easy job right here. A whistle leaked from between his teeth, some song he'd heard on TV earlier in the day.

The room was empty now. With the evening settling in and closing time within the hour, no one had come by to this one since he'd gotten here. Probably since this specific siren didn't seem a fan of performance, or being seen. You were lucky to get a glimpse of it if it was feeling curious on a given day, or so Sans had heard.

He wrung the mop in the bucket and set about just mopping the entire room, still whistling away. But a chill ran up his spine, halting his movements.

The unmistakable, burning feeling of being watched.

He turned his head slow, pupils sliding up along the glass he stood next to until they connected with a bright purple gaze that seemed to peer right through him.

The siren.

It—She? She floated right there, hand pressed against the glass. Her pupils were blown wide open, though they dilated just a little when their eyes met properly. There was something curious about the look on her face, so human if not for the subtle shine of fine scales along her brown skin. Dark hair drifted around her face, some kind of kelp braided into it at certain spots, that same stuff even braided and tied together to make up the cloth she was wearing around her chest. Did sirens care for modesty? He didn't know. Her lower half was that of a fish, something tropical he hadn't bothered to learn the name of. Powerful muscles twitched the end of the tail, keeping her afloat in the same position with ease.

He wasn't sure when he'd stopped breathing. It seemed like time itself had stopped when he realized he was being watched. Was this typical of sirens? Did the gaze of one paralyze as much as the song?

No, that couldn't be the case. Otherwise they wouldn't bother with displaying them at all.

When he didn't react behind meeting her gaze, she seemed to relax just a little. Her eyes slid along his form, taking in the details of his Janitor's uniform and the bones that were visible.

"huh. you're, uh, curious, i guess?"

Sans wasn't sure why he was talking, it wasn't as if she could hear him. But the way his eternal grin moved with the speech seemed to fascinate her. She lowered herself to be more at eye level, both hands against the glass. He slowly put his mop back in the bucket and turned towards her, tugging at his gloves to pull them tighter before stepping closer. The siren didn't move, only followed every movement with that same burning gaze.

"heya." Sans gave a little wave, the way the kid had taught him.

The siren waved back, copying his movement exactly. Then she did something new—she pointed at him. He pointed at himself.

"me?"

She nodded and did something else, crossed her hands over her chest in fists, only the index and middle finger half extended. She bumped them together at the wrist, tapping the fingers to her shoulders and sliding them down to a point at her mid-chest. When he responded with a blank stare, she repeated it. His head tilted.

"now what does that mean...?"

The siren only did it once more before she seemed to give up. She made a recognizable motion this time, both hands in fists together and turning down as if snapping something. He almost frowned.

"that a threat?"

Her face broke out into a wide smile, revealing teeth sharper than he expected before she was laughing on the other side of the glass. There was no other explanation for what she was doing, she was laughing, entirely too amused by his reaction as her shoulders shook. His grin widened a little at that. Well, at least someone here was having fun?

The siren seemed to recover from her fit and gazed at him once more, pupils dilated again. Then they flickered up—an alarmed look flashed over her features before she was suddenly gone. There was a flick of her great tail and then she had twisted away into the kelp and seaweed populating her tank, only the waves of the greenery giving away how fast she'd moved. Sans glanced backwards, feeling oddly like a kid caught doing something he wasn't supposed to when he met the fascinated stare of a fellow janitor.

"hey, paul. uh. somefin the matter?"

"....I didn't see a damn thing."

The older human just turned and walked out, grumbling something about working here for too damn long just for a newbie to get the attention of one of the shyer sirens. Whatever that was about.

When the intercom crackled to life to announce the night's closing, Sans cast one last glance at the tank as he retrieved his bucket and mop.

The siren was nowhere to be seen.

[overchromatic]

Ghost Eclipse

[grayve-mistake]

this is just kind of a big tangent but like I fucking hate when nerd ass losers see a game with even vague similarities to another game and go "ERMMM. HOW ORIGINALL (SARCASTIC). THIS IS JUST ANOTHER GAME IN THE STUPID TREND OF-" and then they list every genre/label under the sun to try and discredit the game as unoriginal by comparing it to other games. 90% of the time they haven't even played the game they're complaining about. they just see pixel art and get angry ig.

like look at this image. look at this and tell me it's not just alphabet soup. what do half of these words even mean. congrats on discovering what a genre is I guess?????????? good for you?????? do you want a fuckin award or something???? a little handclap??? shall I pour you a little glass of wine for being oh so smart and sophisticated for figuring out that Things Can Have Little Similarities Sometimes?????? just say that 7 years later you're still bitter that undertale got popular and leave oh my god "quirky dialogue" oh I'm sorry did you want your dialogue boring and soulless yeah let me just remove the personality from the game. here's your Nothing Burger I hope you're happy. "pixel art" oh so i guess like almost every game that came out in the 80s and 90s is actually just part of a so-called "2010s-2020s trend". These people genuinely think earthbound and celeste are "Basically The Same". it's not even an rpg. You had to throw in platformers in your disgusting word smoothie because otherwise you couldn't even find any real similarities besides "has a story and contains pixels". they think the psychological horror game Omori is just Undertale 2. yeah sorry guys Super Fuckin Mario Brothers is part of the quirky rpg metroidvania fjhksdgjhlkfgsdhkfgh-like diarrhea trend. cant play it now or you're cringe and bad. do you people ever get TIIIRRREEDDDDD. DO YOU EVER ENJOY THINGS. ON THEIR OWN MERIT. DO YOU EVEN GIVE THINGS A CHANCE. YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL FOR NOT LIKING THINGS YOU'RE BORING AND ANNOYING AS FUCK. I'm so fucking done

[rooftop4119]

I'm in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la

[smokbeast]

poe thoughts and scribbles for my aching soul

[maythray]

ii doodles. grinning at you ^_^

[balkanbitchart]

In delirium of sickness I joined the total drama

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[v1ct0r1an]

A Graduation Present

Now, Minute doesn’t always know what to expect from his brother. They don’t talk often. Spoke is way too busy doing tours to spend time with family which is expected from a wanna-be rock star. It’s not like his brother even meshes with the rest of their immediate family either. He’s always been loud and abrasive, always brushing aside school for his dream.

So, imagine Minute’s surprise when he sees Spoke at his graduation. He didn’t even invite him, he’s certain no one did. The guy just showed up. On second thought, it’s not all that surprising actually. Minute had made local news with a couple other students featuring as “top graduates”.

What’s actually confusing is why Spoke is walking over to him with an egg cradled in his arms, looking like living death.

“Hey Spo-” Minute doesn’t even have time to finish his greeting before the very same egg is shoved into his arms. His brother has this dumb smile on his face despite pallid, almost sickly look. He clears his throat, carefully looking over the egg before his eyes flit to Spoke’s. “Uhm, what’s this exactly?”

“A pokemon egg, duh,” Spoke answers like Minute didn’t already know that. It makes him grit his teeth.

“Okay, but what’s in it?” Minute asks, his pale eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Spoke scoffs and crosses his arms. “If I told you, that’d ruin your graduation surprise,” He states, rolling his eyes. He laughs to himself a bit as if he was being funny. It only makes Minute more suspicious.

“So we’re trolling?” He assumes out loud, drawing out the “so”. He doesn’t believe for a second that this will be a good surprise. He takes note of how light the egg is. It’s only a few pounds and he can even feel movement inside. Spoke must’ve been carrying the thing around for a while before handing it off to him.

“I would never,” Spoke retorts, looking away, lying. “Listen, little brother of mine, I just wanted to give you a present for graduating! Is that really a bad thing?”

Minute sighs and adjusts his hold on the egg. He doesn’t want to risk dropping it, even if pokemon eggs are rather sturdy. “No,” He says reluctantly. “I just don’t get why. Like, why a pokemon and not anything else?”

“Hey, hey, what’s a better gift than a brand spanking new member for your party?” Spoke asks in return. That shit-eating grin of his hasn’t left. Seldom does Minute ever see him not smiling; whenever he does see him that is.

“So it’ll be useful?” Minute queries. If this mystery pokemon is expected to join his team, then it must be something with potential. Something strong.

“Depends on how you use it. I’ve found it very useful on my team. Anyway-” Spoke chuckles to himself, his gaze flitting away from Minute and across the room, obviously distracted. “Do you think the school would let me perform here?”

“Probably not,” Minute states, still caught up on the fact that this is from one of the pokemon on his brother’s own team. What could it possibly be? A Toxel, maybe? A Grooky? Noibat or Kricketot perhaps. The egg is certainly heavier than he expects a Kricketot egg to feel so he thinks can knock that off the list immediately. The other three certainly do have potential…

“Oh,” Spoke sighs, his shoulders slumping but he still looks infuriatingly joyous. He straightens up right away though, not one to be caught even the slightest bit dejected, and pats Minute on the shoulder, making the other tense up a bit.

Spoke is surprisingly strong for how thin he looks. It makes Minute think the ghoulish look might just be an aesthetic thing. “Well, I’m proud of you for making it through, little bro,” He states, his eyes crinkling as he grins and Minute, for once, does believe him.

“Yeah, thanks. It was actually pretty easy,” Minute says, feigning nonchalance. It makes Spoke’s face scrunch up a little.

“Well- I’m glad you managed to get through it,” Spoke bites out, his voice is slightly restrained and Minute can just tell he’s annoyed him.

It makes him smile back.

Out in the crowd around the two, Minute can spot Jumper right away just by seeing her Hoppip hair bow. And also by her all pink attire. She really sticks out in the sea of graduation robes and well dressed parents. “Well, I think I’ve got to go now,” Minute says to Spoke, taking the first step back.

“Oh, really? You can’t spare a few more minutes with your brother? Not even a thank you?” Spoke asks and Minute hesitates to even show a hint of appreciation for this mystery egg.

Through gritted teeth Minute manages a “fine. Thanks,” before he hurries off to meet with his friend. He manages to catch her by the elevator while Spoke just watches until they’ve lost sight of each other.

“Hey Minute, having fun?” Jumper asks as he rolls up the sleeves of her sweater. Minute can see her eyes catch on the egg in his arms before they meet his eyes.

“Yeah. I ran into Spoke just a second ago too,” He mentions. He holds out the egg a bit and Jumper nods as she narrows her eyes.

“Really? I could’ve sworn he was touring Galar this week though,” She says. With a hum of confusion she looks around but Spoke is already long gone, either lost and trying to find his way out of the building or he’s straight up left.

“I didn’t know that,” Minute mutters. He looks down at the odd egg and as much as it pains him to even think it: Spoke had actually been sweet for once. Even worse, he feels a pang of guilt for not thanking him properly. It’s probably too late now to try and find him though. “He gave me this. Wanna head over to Professor Mystic’s with me tomorrow? I need to find out how long this thing has until it hatches.”

And Jumper nods, always ready to go along with whatever plans are presented. “That sounds good to me. Oh- and can we stop and get some Casteliacones on the way? I just need to grab a couple treats for the team.”

“Sure. I mean, it’s on the way there already,” Minute agrees with a shrug. He was planning on dropping by somewhere for some rage candy bars anyway.