#nerosdayinhell

[octoooo]

more sillies<3 i imagine sakonji sends makomo pictures of them being stupid

Lmao YES he certainly does 🤣

Makomo saves them all in an album

[octoooo]

FUNNY LITTLE DIMWITS <33

Qdtycw lil squishy pokey guys

Sea slug inspired critters >:}

Funny little dimwits.

[octoooo]

theyr too cute......

AAAAA THEEEMM 😭😭💙💙 IM

LIKE

SO CUTE the littl nose touch 🥺

The gentle boop of noses says so much they don’t need words <3

[octoooo]

Best I could do to recreate myself ^

Tagging: @saunne @capobegone & anyone else who wants to join <3

Cute Picrew Tag Game✨

Show me your current self with your child self!

LINK

(No one tagged me but I saw it and thought it was cute so I’m starting my own, lol)

Here’s mine! Now @nerosdayinanime @mikuyuuss @clairvoylance let’s get this party started if you want! _(:3 」∠)_

[pallas-cat]

happy demon slayer day to @nerosdayinhell especially

[octoooo]

more doodles of little guy bc i love him very much<3 also gl w/ ur homework!

A YOU,,,JM

[pallas-cat]

@nerosdayinhell for context my grandpa was military and stationed in a border area between brazil and bolivia during a time when a few indigenous (looking it up probably Wari') people still practiced mortuary/funeral cannibalism and was apparently well integrated enough that he participated

[octoooo]

I’ve only had one drawing tablet (for a couple years, so it holds up well) the Wacom Intuos.

I have the smallest version, which has 6 inches of drawing space. It’s about the size of my hand but it works just fine for me

Mine has Bluetooth which makes it more expensive compared to No Bluetooth which have a separate cable to connect it with laptop. But the Bluetooth ones still have that cable

On Amazon the small one is $40 right now (roughly half off)

Wacom Intuos S (black, no bluetooth) has same price as Amazon actually, $40 (the Bluetooth ver is +$20)

List of their screenless tablets if you wanna personally compare prices. But Wacom Intuos is cheapest, followed by One by Wacom ($50-$90), Wacom One ($60-110) and Intuos Pro ($200-$500)

artists

give me your cheap drawing tablet recs

[pallas-cat]

RULES: When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!!

Thanks @waywardstoryenthusiast ;u;

No shuffle or gimmick this time, just songs we like.

Lonely Boy - The Black Keys

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Specialz - King Gnu

The 30th - Billie Eilish

She's got Nothing on - Les Shirley

Zero Pressure tagging: @sayaaensland @asticot @smol-merci @breadussy @dadralt @nerosdayinhell @youprayforrain @daughtersofbelleteyn @esssteee

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

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I am Thinking

[graves-yard]

I turned all my friends into dogs

Left to right, up and down, we got @hannahdra-ws as an afghan hound, @crownofrats as a boxer, @hydra-collector as a blue heeler, Mads idk what his tumblr is but they’re a border terrier, and lastly we got @witchcraft-in-wonderland as a maltese and their boyfriend @nerosdayinhell as a pomeranian <33

[sablesides-writing-corner]

DID SOMEBODY SAY VIRGIL ANGST?? *Ahem* Can You Do “Nobody’s seen you in days.” With Prinxiety Please?

Gods how was he so stupid?.

It was only a matter of time before Janus got accepted.

Only a matter of time before he had to confront the facade he'd so masterfully crafted.

A facade that had worked so well even the Lord of the Lies believed it as a truth.

Virgil wasnt ready for that, Virgil would never be ready for that.

Well, they hadnt needed him last video, he only got in the way when Thomas had gone to the mall.

They wouldnt miss him, he could just stay in his room safe and sound and never have to confront anything ever again.

Tears were very salty, a lot more so than how they were usually described, almost bitter.

His were black, almost like he cried ink, Roman had always though of it as rather poetic.

He wished he'd never let Roman see him cry.

Wished he hadnt stopped insulting and berating him.

Wished they hadnt stopped arguing.

Wished they hadnt fallen in love. . .

It was a lot hard to sequester yourself in the abyssal depths of your room if you loved someone beyond it.

But Virgil would try, and he'd try as hard as possible.

Nothing was getting him out.

"Kiddo? I brought you breakfast. . ." Patton was the first routine visitor after the sides finally figured out where Virgil had been for the past week.

He'd heard them screaming about it the whole time, like chickens with their heads cut off.

Though he supposed headless chickens didnt scream.

"You can eat with us today if you want," Patton continued.

Virgil gave no response.

"Or you can eat it by yourself," Patton said, tone resigned and sad.

Vitgil waited until he heard footsteps, and for good measure sent some spiders out to check that he was really gone.

He heard both Patton and Roman scream as they fled.

Once he was sure they'd gone and hadnt brought anyone or anything else, he took the plate inside and shut the door, locking all three padlocks for good measure.

He didnt eat anything except the strawberry garnish on the toast.

He hadnt been hungry for days, and it wasnt like sides needed to eat, the only sides to get malnourished were the twins if Thomas was in a bad creative block, and even then they only looked it, they were never actually starving.

But still, no one took it as a good sign.

And if Virgil was honest the stench was starting to get to him.

But he didnt snap the trash bin away, he couldn't really, his magic was weaker by the day.

As Anxiety, his magic was tied to emotion.

And he hadn't felt anything but empty for weeks.

He heard another knock on the door.

"Virgil. . ."

Roman

His voice was hoarse and raspy, he'd been crying.

"Virgil nobody's seen you in days. . . I- We all miss you terribly so, please. . . Come back to us. . ." Roman whispered.

Virgil gave no response.

"At least let me take your trash out, I can smell it from out here,"

Virgil obliged and opened the door ever so slightly to remove the trashcan, not looking at Roman for even a second before slamming it back shut.

Roman let out a sigh, and went on his way.

It was a full month before Virgil got another visitor.

"Virgil."

Virgil froze as Janus' voice breached the door, his parent voice.

"I know why you're hiding," Janus continued.

Virgil raised his head off his pillow ever so slightly.

"I've tricked you into thinking you've tricked me, which simply isnt an accurate statement, I'm well aware of your fabrication and fantasy as a result of the perceived status quo on the light side," the floor creaked slightly as one of Virgil's feet slipped off the bed.

"We've abolished the differentiation within the mindscape, each side may come and go as he pleases, there is no need for worry about reputation,"

Virgil let out a slight hiss as he opened the door just a sliver, light catching in his eyes.

"You're not mad?" he said, feeling like a child who'd been caught adjusting his own report card.

"Never was," Janus replied, extending a hand. Vitgil took it, his own now feeling smaller than usual.

"VIRGIL!" Roman practically knocked the wind out of his boyfriend as Virgil and Janus rounded the corner.

"Oh Virgil it's been ages,I almost thought you'd shrivelled up like a prune and died in there!" Roman continued, barely letting Virgil open his mouth before sprinkling his face with kisses and locking their lips together.

"I- I'm sorry-" Virgil said, Roman's face went visibly gentler.

"You didnt do anything wrong, you were just afraid," he said, running a thumb along Virgil's cheek.

"Now come along, you need to eat something other than a garnish for once,"

"You're not going to baby me are you,"

"Dont push it,"

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Tag list:

@nova-xx

@softestpatton

@meowthefluffy

@a-deceit-salad

@nerosdayinhell

@soupforfree

@willowaudreykeyes

@the-sad-strawberry

@sneaky-slytherin

@romano-hottopic

@virgiliciousspeaks

@ray-does-stuff

@idrawdumbstuffs

[sig-got-a-gun]

Little Things

(for @nerosdayinhell

I am so sorry it took me so long to get to this.)

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It was a huge thing, the Shade Lord. Bigger and darker than any other bug in all of Hallownest or beyond. They had the power of the void, being a being of pure void. It also had a heart. A metaphorical one at least. At the core of control of this creature, was a small shade. This shade had gained a name from it's half sibling, and many other hugs it had befriended. This creature was Ghost. A vessel, made to not feel, but felt.

Now, this small thing controlled a hoard of many of it's siblings. It felt strong. But it was crowded. It felt good to destroy that blinding god. The Radiance. But now, it was just suffocatingly silent. Ghost wondered if they could leave the power of this huge body. Separate from the power of a thousand shadows. Something told them it couldn't.

They found their old shell. Sitting alone by the delicate flower in the trash. This was all that was left of the godseeker. A pale flower given by Ghost themselves. They backed up their hollowed and broken shell, examining it. Maybe, if it just focused hard enough...

It felt as though it were shrinking. Though it still felt cluttered, and they could feel their siblings still fused with them. Ghost shrunk, and soon found themselves the size of their usual shade. Looking in the water nearby, they could tell a few new details. A white crack marked down the middle of its head, glowing. They had six eyes instead of two. Their horns were bigger as well. They looked at their broken shell.

Could they still use it? Cracked as it is?

Worth a try at least.

They went and collected the two halfs of their shell and attempted to enclose their head within it. The parts clicked faintly and Ghost ft a weight. A form. They felt their arms and legs return, their cloak going into place. They went to the water to look. Their shell was still distinctly cracked down the middle, whisks of void threaded through the crack. But it stayed put.

They had to find Hornet. And Hollow. They felt Hollow be freed. And... and...

The lost kin. Their sibling corrupted by the infection, wich was discarded and thrown aside. They had to go to them.

They ran off, using their abilitys and routes to get through the winding paths of Hallownest.

[trickster-tabby]

Monochrome Melancholy - chapter 1

What if Logan, instead of yelling at Remus, had broken down crying and isolated himself?

Warnings: LOTS OF LOGAN ANGST, being ignored, self-isolation

Pairings: Logicality, intrulogical, queerplatonic analogical

MONO LOGAN ASKBLOG: @ask-monochrome-logan

Logan was being ignored.

He understood that his beloved Remus was just doing his job, but it still hurt to see him turning Thomas' attention away from logic.

The anger was building. So was the sadness.

And Logan had had enough of it.

"Stop ignoring me." He said in a trembling, small voice. Wait, when had he started crying?

Remus smirked. "Didn't quite catch that, darling~"

Logan's eyes flooded and he sobbed out, "I said, stop ignoring me!" With that, he sank out.

Remus, realizing how much he had just hurt his boyfriend, ran to Thomas and begged him to summon Logan back.

But it was no use. He wouldn't listen.

All because Thomas didn't, either.

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Rising up in his house, Logan sprinted up the stairs and into his room. Locking the door, he collapsed into a sobbing heap.

His cat Lulubelle jumped off the bed with a "mrrp?" and bonked her head against Logan's hand.

"Not now, Lulubelle." She bonked again. "Oh... Yes, thank you for the butts." He scratched her furless back, earning a happy "mrap!"

Logan sat up, leaning against the door and sighing as tears formed again. He slowly stood up, unlocking the door and letting his other cat Wilbur in, before closing and relocking it.

He reached up and undid his tie, tossing it on the bed before pulling his shirt off.

After he had stripped down to his boxers, he went into his closet and pulled out his favorite hoodie. He pulled the oversized piece of clothing onto himself, picked up the nearest cat, and made his way to his bed.

Logan sat Wilbur down and haphazardly tossed his binder off his pillow before pulling back the blanket and covering himself. He really needed to curb his habit of throwing his clothes or he'd end up like Thomas.

He closed his eyes and cried, almost wishing Remus and Patton were in the bed with him, telling him he'd be okay.

@januceit @nerosdayinhell @sablesides

[thehugwizard]

Hey can you send a hug to @nerosdayinhell? Hes having a rough time with school and I think he needs one

Im on it

[sablesides-writing-corner]

Dukexiety Where Remus Beats Up Some People For Making Fun Of Virgils Weight?

There were two things that you didnt want to be when your school had a mandatory gym class. Trans, and fat.

Virgil, was both of these things.

And he hated it.

Of course he was used to negative reactions, he wasnt good at sports to begin with.

So being picked last in any game or sport, his team reacting with groans and complaints any time they realized he'd be playing. That was all common.

What he hated most was the locker room, was having to change in a stall and hope that the several people much taller than him didnt look over it, was having to make sure his binder wasnt stolen. And worst of all, having to look out for the sudden appearance of paint and water buckets.

And of course, on the one day he forgot to bring a second change of clothes.

"Hey piglet! You're not looking very pink today!" Virgil looked up just in time for a waterfall of bright hot pink paint to come crashing down over him, his backpack, and both sets of clothes.

Virgil would have bit his lip to keep from crying, if it werent for the fact that it was now covered in what he could very reasonably assume was toxic paint.

And so to add on to his humiliation, paint was now being washed off by tear streaks as he tried his best to leave the stall, which was being held shut by something or someone, as several other students laughed from behind it.

"Hey what the hell is going on here?" As if Virgil's day couldnt get any worse, notorious school bully and battle master extraordinaire, Remus Duke-Prince, had arrived on the scene.

"The pig wasnt looking to bright today, so we thought we'd help," said another voice in response. Virgil backed as far into the corner as possible, now refusing to look up. He heard shuffling and the sound of boots scraping against the door, something between a gasp and a snarl, the boots landing back on the ground.

And the sound of a paint bucket clashing with someone's head.

"And you people call me a bully for telling you prissy rich kids where to stuff it." Remus snarled.

Virgil heard the door unlock and then felt something pressed up against his face, which he soon recognized by the texture, was a towel.

"My brother's a few sizes bigger than you but some of his clothes should fit if you want me to ask for some," Remus said, as though this wasnt at all a weird question.

"I- what?-" Virgil replied, slightly confused.

"You heard me," Remus said.

"You really dont-" Virgil was cut off by Remus.

"Ahbapbap- yes I do- now do you want a t-shirt- hoodies? Do you prefer shorts or jeans?"

It took a while for the change of clothes to arrive, during which time Remus insisted Virgil's attackers clean up the paint stains when Virgil had suggested he do it himself.

Virgil had to admit, for someone considered so awful by the student body, Remus was actually rather nice.

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Tag list:

@nova-xx

@softestpatton

@meowthefluffy

@a-deceit-salad

@nerosdayinhell

@soupforfree

@willowaudreykeyes

@frawkeye

@the-sad-strawberry

@sneaky-slytherin

@private-snippers