#my response

[vintageandroid]

Okay but I gotta say, using some SpongeBob fish for a reaction?

Seems to me like some Siblings of Fin. 🤷

You know what they call the siblings who work in the ministry math department

[factual-fantasy]

So FireAlpaca and my Tablet(?) are still riddled with problems and glitches, but I was able to find a work around the breaking problem... somewhat- 💀

So in celebration of still being able to limp along with FireAlpaca, I have drawn happy Pomni this time instead of sad! And essentially canonized Gummigoo x Pomni to my AU <XDD Its one of those veeeery rare ships that sliped through the cracks.

I'm thinking it'll be the classic case of "What is this feeling... oh its love? Well I better not tell her in case she doesn't feel the same" 💀

[flamingfoxninja]

You think in freshman year, Gorgug learned to play drums because of Fig?

Fig who keeps coming to Barbarian class every day despite not being a Barbarian. Fig who keeps sussing Porter and supportive of Gorgug. Fig who is Gorgug's friend in class.

You think Gorgug wanted to do something nice for Fig in return? That he tried to get the courage to go to Bard class for the day, but maybe was too shy or nervous about going, about skipping class. Did he reach out to older Bard students, or the Bard teacher to learn the basics? Or did he self study, listening to tutorial videos in his room learning how to keep a beat? How many drums did he break while practicing? Did his parents try to make him a drum strong enough, only to realize that you can tinker with a drum tarp? Did playing the drums help Gorgug control his strength: enough to make a noise but not enough to break? How long did he practice? Weeks? Months? Was it meant as a solstice gift, or did Gorgug tell Fig on the side that he learned drums to play? Was Fig excited for the Hudol Party because it would be their first official gig together as a band? Was Fig encouraging as Gorgug was nervous, trying to keep the simple beat in his head as he supports his friend on stage?

Did Gorgug learn drums as an act of love?

[animentality]

I went to take a piss and I saw 7 white men hovering outside the bathroom just talking about something.

and the way I fucking pivoted and pretty much ran the opposite direction was almost embarrassing, because at least some of them saw me.

but like come on.

that's so fucking horrifying.

that was a fight or flight moment.

[vintageandroid]

1. I hope you feel better soon.

2. FWIW I think he gave me an asthma episode, he is a menace.

He slayed that so hard my immune system has decided to shut down in response

[jelly-custard]

I'll just tell you this:

HELP 😭 OMG I LOVE THESE SO MUCH IT'S SO FUNNY HEHE

[sagi-tori-ous]

soap or ghost comforting their partners “terribly aching” stomachache

PLEASE MINE HURTS RN

-🦎🌸

Why was my stomach hurting too?! I hope your tummy feels better🫶🏽🥺 Also, I'm feeling Simon a lil bit today, might drop a part two to this just for soap👀

"I told y'not to eat all that shit love," Simon sighs, his breath fanning the wisps of hair that obnoxiously frayed from the scrunchie you piled your hair into, "y'know what it does to you." his reprimanding is soft, even through his gruff voice you can tell he means well.

Your head lays just under his chin, nose tucked into his attire as you let his scent waft around you, "it was s'good," he could feel the pout forming on your lips as you pressed your face deeper into his chest, "why bring it if I can't eat it?!" your tone accusing, yet you stay close. Letting puffs of air push through those pouty lips as you bask in his rugged hands thrumming against your aching stomach.

"so it's my fault?" Simon chortles while kneading the achy pudge, "You ate almost all the chocolate love. not good f'you." Your behavior was comical to him, you were so stubborn but so earnest for affection as if it was an act of retribution.

You nudge your head up so your chin rests on his hardened chest instead, eyes narrowing as your eyes connect, " are you judging me?"

"no, never that," he says but you see the tilt to the corner of his lips and hear the amusement ringing in his voice, "just worried f'you. always worried f'you." a kiss to your hairline following his declaration, His words are sincere, they always were.

You were ready to reply, probably to snark at him but you couldn't, I mean what would you say back to him? Banter was almost impossible at his swoon worthy sentiments accompanied by his warm hand caressing the pain away nearly as if his touch was medicine itself.

"is it feeling better?"

[mortispoxi]

Seeing Twitter users recommending the People Make Games documentary as a good way to get insight on the issue is so….

I know, I’m always extremely disappointed whenever I come across someone who thinks it’s the end all be all explanations regarding the Studio ZA/UM situation.

Recommending that video always comes with a heavy caveat from me that the person needs to stop around the 40 minute mark since the interviewer shows a very clear bias that’s unbecoming of a journalist.

Regardless, now that more people are finding out about these layoffs, which might take out members of the studio that have been there since the beginning, it could finally help smack some sense into those Twitter users that actually thought, FOR SOME REASON, Rostov, Kurvitz, and Hindpere were lying for shits and giggles rather than seeing what's ACTUALLY going on which is that the investors have a very obvious agenda against the real wronged party. Hopefully this'll also open their eyes to how the People Make Games video fed into this twisted narrative that Kurvitz was somehow at fault/responsible for the theft of his own IP, but that might be asking too much from their concrete brains. Here's hoping though!

[novankenn]

I have an Idea what if Jaune is harem protagonist that doesn't want to be one? Like no matter how much he tries women keep falling for him while he just trying to be a huntsman. The idea is based off the Yo-kai Watch fanfiction "The Unwanted Harem Of Nathan Adams" by Black_Omochao on Archiveofourown

NOPE... NAW... NEY...NAH... NO!!!

Jaune: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT MOM!!

Jaune's Mom: What could you ever be accusing me of, darling?

Jaune didn't answer as his attention was taken by evading and countering the frenzied grab of his partner... the one and only Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune: YOU FUCKING WELL...

Jaune's Mom: LANGUAGE! I taught you better than that, young man!

Pyrrha: 💕Jaune 💕 I love you! (ACK! HACK! CHOKE! COUGH!)

Jaune backs away a spray bottle held before him. A spray bottle filled with Ice Dust infused water. A spray bottle he just used to hit his overly grabby partner in the face with.

Jaune: You KNEW I was holding out for my one true love, and yet you had to publicly release... that... that FILTH!

Jaune's Mom: Your baby pictures are not filth!

Jaune: They are when they make women go psycho for me!

Jaune's Mom: You're getting older, as am I... you're training for a VERY dangerous profession... can you... really blame me?

Jaune: YES I FUCKING CAN!

Jaune's Mom: LANGUAGE! You are NOT too big for you to put over my knee, young man!

Pyrrha had shaken off the effects of the icy cold mist and was once again preparing to close on her prey. With his scroll cradled between his shoulder and his ear, Jaune frantically twisted the nozzle...

Pyrrha: 💕Jaune 💕... AHHHH!!!!!! COLD!!!! COLD!!!

Pyrrha danced about JNPR's dorm room holding her chest... Jaune having scored a direct hit to her cleavage.

Jaune's Mom: That is NOT the way to treat your future wife Jaune!

Jaune: No... It's the only way I'll be able to keep my chastity until I GET MARRIED!!!

Jaune's Mom: Married. Smarried. I was expecting Spahron by the time your block-headed father finally asked me to marry him.

Jaune: Expecting... Saphron? But she's like the third eldest? Did you baby trap Dad?

Jaune's Mom: No. Good Heavens why would you suggest something like that? I'm your mother, and I love you father and all my babies... almost as much as I'll love all the grandbabies...

Jaune: If you want grandbabies... ask my sisters!

Jaune's Mom: I plan to... however my dear, darling, dense as lead son... you... can... give... me... more... much... faster... capeesh?

Pyrrha: 💕Jaune 💕... AHHH!!! NOT AGAIN!!! COLD!!! COLD!! COLD!!

Jaune: I am not jumping into the bed with every baby-crazed girl you send my way mom! I'm not!

Jaune's Mom: Oh, honey... they're coming whether you like it or not...

KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...

Weiss: 💕Jaune 💕

Ruby: 💕Jaune 💕

Blake: 💕Jaune 💕

Yang: 💕Jaune 💕

Velvet: 💕Jaune 💕

Coco: 💕Jaune 💕

Goodwitch: 💕Jaune 💕

Cinder: 💕Jaune 💕

Emerald: 💕Jaune 💕

Octavia: 💕Jaune 💕

Dew: 💕Jaune 💕

Nebula: 💕Jaune 💕

Gwen: 💕Jaune 💕

Ciel: 💕Jaune 💕

Neon: 💕Jaune 💕

Reese: 💕Jaune 💕

Arslan: 💕Jaune 💕

May: 💕Jaune 💕

Raven: 💕Jaune 💕

Militia: 💕Jaune 💕

Mel: 💕Jaune 💕

Winter: 💕Jaune 💕

Elm: 💕Jaune 💕

Harriet: 💕Jaune 💕

Willow: 💕Jaune 💕

Atlas Moms: 💕Jaune 💕

Jaune: Gods preserve me...

Pyrrha: 💕Jaune 💕

In the corner Ren and Nora are seated on Ren's bed with Neo, watching the unfolding chaos. Small slips of paper being passed between them.

Nora: Neo says she has 200 on him reaching the bullhead docks.

Ren: I say 300 for him only reaching the front doors.

The dorm room door crumbles allowing all of Jaune's "suitors" entrance...

Nora: Well I say 500 for just the win...

SHATTER!!! CRASH!!!

ALL the Girls: 😱JAUNE!!! 😱

Nora: Crap baskets! I lost.

All the girls vanish in a whirl of dust, papers and loose clothes.

Ren: I understand why Nora's not part of that group, but you seem...

Neo (Typing on her scroll) Oh, I want him too... I just prefer the long game, besides I need money to get a proper dress.

Ren: Ah. So Bullhead?

Neo: (Typing on her scroll) No, change that. 1000 that he reaches Vale.

Jaune's Mom: (From Jaune's discarded scroll on the floor) Jaune? Jaune? Are you there? DO not be giving me the silent treatment young man! If you're not talking you BETTER be busy putting babies in those lovely young women... Jaune? Are you there? Anyone?

/==/

A/N: I think I missed the mark, but hey... it got me writing. 😁😁Thanks for the ask. Hope you enjoy.

[axes2-axes]

heres my oc her name is luna

i say this every time someone offers to draw her but can you draw the blue part on her face as hair covering one eye :3

I didn't know if She has a tail or not, sorry for that detail 😔🙏

[bubbles-and-things]

HI OMG YOUR ART IS SO CUTE AND COLORFUL I LOVE IT-!! <3

i was scrolling through your posts (all very very yummy art btw!), and have a possible request, if you wanna do it! (you don't have to ofc!)

could you draw mangle from fnaf? they're my favorite and i'd love to see you draw them all silly and colorful <3

OF COURSE!! and thank you 😊 I’m glad you like my art!!!

Mangle was so fun to draw!! I actually never drew fnaf before and I’m glad this turned out nice 😊 ngl mangle had me worried for a sec because they are a little complicated to draw but other than that, IT WAS FUN!!!

MANGLE OUR BELOVED!!!

[factual-fantasy]

What would you do if anyone in your fam -Bibi, Cici, Gerald, or Jangles- came to life as a real live version of themselves in our world, like the doll Eve from the movie Life Size?

[flamingfoxninja]

Thinking about the ending of Sinners, like the epilogue ending, and how Stacks was so 90s at the time. When I watched it in the theater I heard a woman say "yep that's what the 90s were like then". But rethinking about it, Stacks stayed with his culture. He evolved with black culture over the decades, and still identifies with it. He is the opposite of Remmick.

Remmick could have found other Irish people to turn to reclaim his own lost culture with the modern version his descendants. Instead, he forcibly assimilates others to his own ancient world view. Meanwhile, Stack doesn't force people to change back like it was in the 30s. He himself changed over time. He adapted with his culture and moved on. Which I think is important for the movie, Stacks may be a vampire, but he is breaking from the cycle that plagued Remmick.

[jelly-custard]

HSHSHSHSHHSHSHS YOUR ARTSYLE IS SO ADORABLE I WANNA SQUISH REN CHEEKS DUDE

HEHE THANK YOU~!! JFFHDUDHDKDJJFCK

[birdchamp27]

Okay. Wow. I never thought I'd have 2 do this.

Who do you think you are? You come on2 this website and make a mockery of my name, and on top of that you DARE insinuate that I, Wormchamp72, am mischaracterizing Jeff the Killer?

It's clear from your overall presence that you must be a lost, insecure soul, latching on2 the identity of someone you admire in order 2 provide yourself with some sense of place in this world. But guess what? You are not Wormchamp72, and you will never BE Wormchamp72. Nor this "Birdchamp27" nonsense.

What's that old adage again? "Imitation is the sincerest form of flatter"? Hmph...I'll try 2 keep that in mind everytime I view your blog with rage simmering in my already twisted, dark heart. But I can't help but feel that isn't your intention.

But fine. You want 2 dance?

Let's 3ffing dance.

Sincerely,

Wormchamp72

My dear Wormchamp72,

First of all, why the aggression? I'm new to Tumblr. I came on this platform to post about my favourite pasta (Jane the Killer) and meet other fans of hers. Sure, we have similarities, but these are pure coincidences. I found your blog AFTER I created mine while randomly scrolling through #creepypasta to find other fans.

Your aggression is unwarranted. I respectfully criticised your views on what Jeff the Killer would do with bugs. Maybe I was a bit rude, and I apologise, but you shouldn't have responded like this.

I came here on this platform to make friends, not enemies.

Please learn some manners and basic internet/fandom etiquette.

Sincerely,

Birdchamp27