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[thefallenangel2008]

More Bill Cipher doodles from school because today my physics/chemistry teacher made us read at least 15 pages for a simple fucking test for TOMORROW and I needed to cope (he didn't tell us until today). He's also the same guy from my previous Bill Cipher doodles who made us read half of the chemistry book for a SIMPLE. TEST!!!! Anyway, here are the doodles!☺️

Also an attempted doodle of the Axolotl cause I needed some encouraging words.

And two doodles of baby Bill on my history book (one from me, the one on the notes sticker from a friend).

Also for those who don't understand my messy ahhh hand writing:

1: THIS IS BULLSHIT! (Bill is pointing at the amount of stuff I have to read for tomorrow)

2: I'm going to kms.

3: My honest to God reaction to this information:

4: It's ok, just try your hardest.

5+6: Arson!

[barnespls]

Embrace that old bastard.

[the-introducer]

I cannot escape grimace jail how the hell do you draw smiling

[babyboywilson]

what do you think happens when wilson gets home and house is just standing ominously in the doorway looking like he has horrible news only to say: i need another prescription (is this too weird someone please stop me)

wilson’s had a long day. a day of complicated surgeries and upset families that left him feeling drained. house had left the hospital hours ago, and wilson hated those kinds of days where they couldn’t leave together. he’d expected to come home and collapse on the couch next to house, share some leftover pizza and beer with some monster trucks on the tv, and then get laid. what he wasn’t expecting when he opened the door was house standing in the doorway of the bedroom with a look on his face that sent a racing shiver of fear down wilson’s spine. something was wrong. really wrong. “what’s happened?” wilson asked without preamble, dropping his bag by the front door. with the way his day had been going, he expected the worst. cuddy had finally had enough of house’s shit and had fired him. one of their friends was hurt or even dead. house was about to break up with him. his brain jumped to worse and worse scenarios as he took in house’s posture against the doorframe; how he was slumped against the wood with a pained hunch to his shoulders and he was shifting all his weight off his bad leg. house didn’t answer immediately, and wilson moved closer. “house, what’s wrong?” wilson pushed. house hesitated for a moment before reaching into his pocket and motioning for wilson’s hand. wilson reached out on instinct, palm outstretched towards house. an empty pill bottle was deposited into wilson’s hand. “i need a new prescription,” house said. glancing down at his hand, wilson eyed the empty bottle then flickered his gaze up to house. “that’s it? no one’s died. you’re not breaking up with me. you just need more vicodin,” wilson scoffed, raising an eyebrow at house. “that is an emergency. i’m in pain,” house hissed, limping over to the couch. shaking his head, wilson moved back to his bag, picked it up, and reached inside for the extra bottle of vicodin he kept in there for instances like this. shaking out 2 pills, he deposited them into house’s waiting hand, lingering for a couple extra seconds with his fingertips grazing against house’s wrist. “i’ll write you a script tomorrow.” house quickly swallowed the pills and seemed to settle back against the couch in relief, offering wilson a genuine half-smile. “thank you,” house said, closing his eyes and patting the spot on the couch next to him. wilson sank down next to house with an exhausted sigh, dropping his head back against the couch cushions and closing his own eyes. “i ordered pizza. extra pepperoni and bell peppers for you. it’ll be here in 5,” house said, his hand settling on wilson’s thigh. wilson cracked one eye open, a smile of his own tugging at his lips as he dropped his head against house’s shoulder. “thank you,” wilson said, echoing house’s gratitude from earlier with a kiss against house’s jawline.

[dakota-wuz-heer]

um um uM UM

i think

i think somethings happening……

SEND HELP

[nuclear-w1nter]

I think house would be really into fishkeeping and maybe even reptiles but especially fishkeeping. Given his interest in snow globes, I feel like this makes some sense. Very very big on aquascapes, spends too much time and money on his tanks and is probably extremely banal and religious about their care. And his setups are ridiculously decorated because he’s fucking SO bored that he gets really fixated and detailed on them. This probably only applies to pre-war, but I think post-war he would miss the rituals of tending to his fish and their tanks, so he would attempt to get into plants, because there’s at least things like cacti around the Mojave but it just isn’t quite the same and it ends up with him being frustrated. Idk.

[thisdorkyblogthing]

Thorki AU where Thor and Loki start a band when they're teens but it's mostly just the two of them because they're messy little fuckers who constantly butt heads and no one can stand to be around them for too long. Somehow, they're still really good and end up getting picked up by a record label and become a hit. This, of course, makes them even messier fuckers and their constant drama makes them an even bigger draw to more people. They manage to find a small team of people who are (mostly) willing to stick it out with them and make a few hit albums and get through a few tours. (They just barely manage to get through them by the skin of their teeth, but still!)

Unfortunately, their latest album hasn't done as well critically or commercially and the tension between Thor and Loki has been at an all time high, which has really made touring unbearable for everyone involved. A particularly rough performance the night before ended up with Loki and Thor getting into a(nother) nasty little ruckus that had their manager calling up the front desk of the hotel with a preemptive "I'm sorry for whatever happens to that suite, we'll pay for the damages, please don't call the cops, thank you."

They show up to the tour bus the next morning and something's... different. Sure, usually after a bad argument they're a bit quiet and sulky until one of them cracks a joke that makes the other laugh and everything's good again until the next shitfit ensues, but this time they're real quiet and avoiding looking at each other(and everyone else) and everyone's getting worried that this might be the fight that finally breaks them up.

Except actually they had an angry fuck after Loki said 'We'Re NoT EvEn ReEeEeAl BrOtHeRs!!?!' for like, the 700th time and Thor was like 'FINE!' and smashed their mouths together. Things Happened and now they're a bit shell shocked and trying to figure how to feel about it. (And trying valiantly to convince themselves It Wasn't That Good.)

(It was That Good. Oops.)

[inkprovised]

Reunion

Part one

5 / 10

<<start | <previous | next>

Panic hits hard.

Luigi knows who Bowser is and what he does (did). He knew it from the beginning.

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Are you new?

Start here at the summary

Or

Start with the Coronation comic

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

Apparently the official ones are fey centaur. That's why they're small, they're elf/pony instead of human/horse. They're strong and perceptive survivalist fey! I refuse to believe I need to explain what a centaur is, or the appeal. These had an 84% smash rate last time, and the only thing thats changed is being 6-7 feet (1.8-2.1 m) tall depending on species. They even have enough supernatural strength that they count as if they were a full sized horse for carrying capacity and such. So riding them is still on the table, it's just easier to reach the human half.

[dark-elf-writes]

Wait hold on another thing EotS shiggy isn’t like actively gunning for 1-A for obvious reasons BUT she definitely still crashes the mall trip and grabs Izumi just with completely different intentions

[blood-loving-leech]

yesterday a weird man in salesman clothes walked up our street and talked to our old ukrainian neighbors while they were watering their yard

the guy then left and didn’t come to our house

today he is standing at the base of the driveway of our mexican neighbors house

he has still not been to our house

both of these families have lived here longer than my family has

i think he’s an ice agent and it’s weird and creepy and i don’t know what to do if he is and im gonna cry because why the fuck are we living in nazi germany right now it’s like the gestapo scouting the streets

[neroniiii]

I still can't with this expression, it's just unadulterated unashamed yearning. He's fucking goading Chihiro to keep chasing him, he's looking so intently to see if it's working. Genuinely what is wrong with him.

[mitchftw]

A new channel?

Pop! Tongue glides around the bubble of chewing gum, as an escort back inside his mouth.

"That good enough for ya, kiddos?"

The kids in front of the old counter stares with wide eyes, nodding eagerly, almost in sync. Nicholas gives a chuckle as he glances right, glances left, then beckons them closer to the counter. As they approach, he then reaches into his pocket to pull out quarters, handing each little one one a piece. "Top right machine. On me for today. ...You got to tell me how your competition goes."

"Oh, we're having here!" A chorus of agreement follows as kids rush to the old gumball machine. Impatient, unorganized, fussing.

...This is why the shop's nice. Sure, no one really cares for old candystores out on the streets anymore...but look at the smiles on those kids faces. The only thing that could make it better is if -

A sound that can only be described as magical and twinkling comes from the pink charm bracelet on his wrist. That...is contender for the opposite of what he was about to think.

He glances under the counter, giving a nudge to the dog underneath, who's curled up and asleep. Cute. Lazy. Heh.

A look is given. Yes, he's leaving the counter again, yes, that means you're in charge.

"Death is sweet," and somehow, it sounds like a farewell, and not just because he's starting to walk away to the other room as it glows brighter, then summons a colorful candy-cane scythe, with the hook ending on a point and loosing its stripes, like it's been watered down.

[suntails]

Sorry if this is disrespectful but could pu post a version of that silver drawing without the blur? I'm having a massively hard time understanding what's going on besides silver and I really wanna see the details, I understand if not!

hi anon!! i don’t find it disrespectful, don’t worry, but i do work fairly destructively and it’s tough to go back in the process before blurring was added, given the compositing layers and merges that go into my work.

i won’t post another version because that wasn’t my artistic intention, but i can send u a separate version with as much blur removed as possibly privately if u’d like 🫶 just shoot me a message and i’ll see what i can do, it’s just a bit tricky with the way my layers are set up haha

[7goodangel]

So… uh…

Tumblr is on a skeleton crew now (or soon?).

Which if no one else hops in and buys Tumblr from the current owners… this platform will eventually die off.

It could be a year or two… or months. It’s hard to tell with this sort of thing.

So in case things suddenly blip out of existence for Tumblr - you can find me on Instagram and deviantArt at 7goodangel. (Which I would have to start getting active on one or the other; most likely Instagram).

I’m also on Art Fight as SevenGoodAngel there!

But the thing I wanted to know is… where else are people prepping their migration to?

I have heard of a few other social medias floating around. Like bluesky and pillowfort.

But I’m curious with whomever sees this post - where else are you planning to move to?

All in all - I’ll still be here until the end. Just want to make sure I’m prepped for the next part. I do hope tumblr lasts longer than expected… but we will have to see.

[corallapis]