#not too bad tho

[astronomergrump]

*aggressively sezures*

(Fanart for @greeb-theartist's deadsnax au, CHECK IT OUT IT'S ON WATTPAD)

READ IT NOOOOOOOOOOWWW

[possessed-nia]

MULTIPLE TIMES??? How are you still alive queen 😭🖤

i remember when i was like 4?? i fell down the stairs but i was fine i remember i didn't even cry, then when i was around 10 i wanted to close the blinds but the window was above the staircase so i wasn't looking down and i went tumbling down,i actually panicked because i couldn't move for a bit so i got carried by my relatives but then i was ok and the last time i clearly remember it was winter,me and mom were going down the stairs of the underground crossing and i guess i slipped (it honestly felt like i fell through textures i still want to believe that it was exactly that) and i hit my leg pretty bad,had a big bruise but thankfully nothing worse than that and it was also long time after i read homestuck so the only thing i kept thinking about was "i warned you about the stairs bro" meme

i also remember i tripped a bit a couple of times but it didn't fall tho

[abovecalamity]

First game between neighbours done for the day .-. I now owe my mother ten hugs bc she guessed the score right. 🇨🇭

[gniteruirui]

Meow meow meowww?

Why would I put ketchup on my socks?

[got-eggs]

Shit is boutta get lit in this house

[google-searchhistory-official]

Anxiety got me fucked up today apparently

[th3archivisst]

Practise sketches of Terzo + my messy handwriting pointing out the flaws

[jelly-fish-wishes]

I'm ignoring the part of the internet who is going "Oh no" at this.

BUT OMG BOWSER YOU HOPELESS ROMANTIC. YOU LOVE PEACH NO MATTER WHAT SHE TURNS INTO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Bowser really is the type to love you if you became a worm lol

[jayerplayssimstoomuch]

Hi!

I want to introduce you to the newest household I've been creating: Sanchez-Marshall. Their story is full of twists and turns, and not even close to being complete. The writer in me has been going to town, lol.

Dev Sanchez.

Traits: Loyal, Overachiever, Generous Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Dev Sanchez, a loyal friend once the awkwardness of small talk runs out. After years of friendship with Adam, birthed from being teammates in the minor leagues, he’d put up with all kinds of bullshit out of his best friend. But, as time passed, he knew inside there was something deeper than friendship in his heart. Dev’s undying loyalty and generous heart bring stability and warmth to the household, especially in the midst of all the recent changes.

Adam Marshall.

Traits: Outgoing, Party Animal, Adventurous

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

This is Adam Marshall, a dedicated father and resilient spirit. Following his unforeseen divorce, Adam’s world was turned upside down and torn to shreds. Neither his coaches nor the media could see the story behind the drop in statistics, and that was the end of his path with professional sports. With nothing left of what he knew, Adam turned to the only place he knew he always could: his best friend, Dev. Now with Dev by his side, he’s navigating this new chapter with a newfound strength and grace, his inner adventurer and love of the outdoors coming back to the surface.

Baylee Marshall

Traits: Adventurous, Creative

Aspiration: Friend of the World

And here’s Baylee Marshall, the spirited seventeen-year-old who recently moved in with her dad and Dev. Escaping her mother’s home in Evergreen Harbor, Baylee couldn’t have run faster to Brindleton Bay. After years of being her mother’s scapegoat and simultaneously being forced to enjoy the road her mother chose for her. With a new home and new school, she’s determined to carve out her own path.

thank you for reading 😊

[franeridart]

more dragon

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton is a master manipulator in FNAF..

[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)

[arttsuka]

I made @wolfythewitch 's fox Bill design out of polymer clay

It's pretty thin (so thin I'm afraid it'll snap in half anytime I lift it)

Front and back side:

[etheries1015]

The moment Vil fell in love with you, was one of the most vulnerable moments he had ever experienced. It was something that had caught him completely unawares, and never thought he'd fall for someone, much less the prefect of ramshackle.

Spoilers for the end of book 6, if you have not gotten that far.

The ride back to NRC from the island of woe was an exhausting one, to say the least. Everyone was groaning in mild annoyance at Vils sobbing at his now olden state, a wrinkled face with sunken cheeks and grey hair...something he feared more than anything in the world. Nobody actually blamed him, though, for anybody else would react as strongly to see their youth stripped away without even the hint of getting back their original form. Ugly, old, and gross, are all words Vil would go on to describe himself. You felt pity for him of course, but you were just as exhausted as everyone else.

Vil watched you in surprise as you stood up in a sleepy haze, wobbling to the (now) old man and cupping his sunken cheeks into your lively hands.

"Vil," You said sternly, the suddenness of your actions causing him to bite back his sobs for merely a moment.

"What you did for us today," You said with confidence in your tired eyes, "Was the most heroic thing I have ever seen. That was the bravest, most selfless act you could have possibly done, and I truly admire you for it, Vil." Your stern eyes softened with a smile mixed with pity and admiration, unconciously stroking his cheek with your thumb in attempt to sooth his trembling figure.

"We will find a way to get your body back. I understand this is a lot, but you need to hold onto faith." Your hands squished his cheeks together in a teasing and playful manner, purposefully causing him unable to respond verbally. Vil simply nodded, and you continued with passion raising your tone of voice.

"Right now, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful person with the biggest heart of gold I've ever met." You leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, something that drew him back with widened eyes. "Now, you must be incredibly tired from all the fighting we did. Try and rest, okay? You need it." He wanted to tell himself you were simply feeding him words of comfort in order to cease his persistent whining, yet with such confidence dripping with every word and small gesture you had no reason for engaging in, that was how he knew you were genuine.

How could you be so willing to kiss him when he looks like...that? How can you call him beautiful when all he sees are wrinkled hands and spotty skin? The word "heroic" also stuck out to him. Years of being played the villain, always unable to make it to the end of a movie, being discarded as the "bad guy," yet here you were, calling him...your hero. His heart skipped a beat and he could feel heat rise to his cheeks. There's no way you of all people could make him feel so...conflicted.

Yet there you were, with stringy sweaty hair, scratches, bruises, mud riddling your skin from hours of fighting for the world. He noticed how his dorm outfit lay in tatters on your body, and bags under your eyes were apparent as you so shamelessly yawned and sat next to him, falling asleep as you leaned up against his shoulder. This was the brazen prefect of Ramshackle- someone with flaws, attitude, and a disastrous display.

Yet at this moment, all he could think about was just how beautiful you looked, too.

[suntails]

toot toot!