#the song kinda fits them I think

[sunberry-strawflower]

Alrighty so I've pretty much made it an unspoken rule that I make an edit of a fandom I'm currently in with training wheels by melanie martinez

Ever since I started making edits I stg every single fandom I've been in that I've made an edit for has some kind of training wheels edit. First Danganronpa, then OMORI, then Eddsworld, then Inanimate Insanity. And it makes sense actually--training wheels is my favorite song to ever exist I love it so so much <3

So now I'm in the THSC fandom so I gotta make an edit with the song. Only thing is I dunno what the edit should be. A ship edit or a character edit? Bcz I've made 2 ship edits and 2 character edits with the song so far, so THSC will have to be the tie breaker.

There's not a lot of options for ships bcz most popular thsc ships (except for like rosemin and stickvin) don't have any screen time😭like bro how am I supposed to make a curtisson ship edit if they're not even in the same room during the game. There's not a lot of scenes with them in general either so I don't think I could make an edit with just Sven or Burt (unless I snatch fanart or use the same picture over and over again which I'm not gonna do LMAO)

Character edit might be easier tbh--there's more options there. That being Henry, Charles, Ellie, RHM, Reginald, Dave, and maybe Rupert bcz they get a fair amount of screentime throughout the game. The question is though...who? Hmm...I'm leaning more towards one of Triple Threat or Dave bcz the thought of the other three in a training wheels edit cracks me up so I probably wouldn't even be able to make it properly PFF

I'll have to think on it more--probably go for the easiest option bcz I haven't edited since like November 2022

[shininas-ideals]

The both of you

[moralcandy]

fifteen things that don't come back, by charlie slimecicle:

number one. the paper airplane you and your daughter throw at your husband while his back is turned in the kitchen, the two of you hiding behind the counter as you snicker quietly when he stops humming and yelps a curse as he turns around with a faux angry expression and a poorly-hidden smile.

number two. the glass your daughter broke trying to grab it from the cabinet on her tippy-toes. you didn't look over until you heard the glass shatter against the kitchen floor, too preoccupied with grabbing the jug of cold orange juice from the fridge to notice until it was too late. golden, afternoon sunlight shone warmly on the both of you from the open window as you swept it up while she stood to the side with a sheepish expression.

number three. your husband's soft shirt he let you borrow when you said you couldn't find your own but really you just quickly shoved yours under the bed when he wasn't looking. you absently noted that it smelled like him. your lips curved into a slight smile without input. your foot shoved your shirt under the bed a little bit farther.

number four. the pictures you took of your daughter and niece, hugging eachother as they posed for the camera, the photo incinerated into ash when you blew up your house. you frantically dug through your daughter's chest afterwards, soot covering your hands as you searched for the photograph. you did not find it.

number five. your niece.

number six. the feeling of a cold glass of wine held tipsily in your hand, the waterdrop of condensation slipping down the glass at the same pace your tears did down your cheeks. you downed the alcohol until there was nothing left except a burning feeling and a lump in your throat. the bartender did not give you another drink.

number seven. your friend, the one who used to laugh hysterically with you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders before he began to scream at you while he wrapped his hands around your neck. he pushed you into the dirt, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth and the feeling of wet dirt on your skin as you absently question whether the water dripping on your face was the rain or the tears slipping down your friend's face. you know that was the funeral of your children, but you think both of the real 'you's died that day, too.

number eight. the warm, rumbling feeling of laughter in your chest as a smile hurts your cheeks, the sensation long gone. your mouth, for a moment, twitches into a small smile at the memory of the feeling.

number nine. the feeling of hands on your own, your husband's warm hands intertwined with yours as your cold, golden rings clink against eachother. your daughter's tiny hand clasped around yours as she leads you to a butterfly she found, grass brushing your ankles as you walk.

ten. the sound of your daughter's amused laughter, snorts interrupting occasionally. her head leans back as she giggles, her eyes scrunched up in happiness.

eleven. the sound of your husband's soothing voice, lilting with fondness as he looks at you. a smile absently crosses his face as he speaks, audible in his voice. you always remember smiling back.

twelve. your golden wedding band your husband lovingly slipped onto your ring finger so long ago, the one you furiously tossed into a dusty corner with particularily bad aim. you blame the poor aim on the tears blurring your vision, but it could've been the alcohol, really.

thirteen. your husband. you try to go to sleep in the center of your bed now, knowing that he won't be there. when you wake up, you always find yourself on the left side of the bed, as if you've moved in your sleep to accommodate someone. you scowl and think that your asleep self should stop being so stupid. ..you make the bed just in case he really does decide to come back.

fourteen. your daughter. whenever you make yourself breakfast now, you keep accidentally making two bowls, the muscle memory automatic, familiar, and no longer needed. you sit down at the table and set the bowls and begin to eat, but you always end up just stirring the cereal with your spoon as you stare at the untouched bowl across from you. you always end up throwing them both away. without your input, a frown tugs slightly at your lips as your pour out the second bowl but you know that nobody else was even here to eat it anyway. your eyes burn.

fifteen. your daughter, the one you know isn't the real one. sometimes you walk down those train tracks where you found her, hoping she'll be here this time. she never is. ..you still keep checking, just in case.

[pepperpixel]

💖STRANGE LOVE!💖

“the lightening’s not frightening when u r w me, oh cuz love is not always what u think it’ll be!”

CROMA!!!! Croma art!!!! Cuz I forever and ever adore these two together….. they’re so good…! 🥺

[seawing-vibes]

5 & Tsunami or Tamarin :D

Between Tsunami & Tamarin Tsunami ended up fitting this song the most! Decided to go a more “song about her” vibe, with the actual song (at least in my mind) focusing on Coral and her relationship with her idea of her daughters, with Tsunami being the outlier

[sketchyracoon]

Rapid Eyes as a series is so haunting in a subtle way it's great.

[leqclerc]

Charles Leclerc & Sebastian Vettel x Scuderia Ferrari

This lust is a burden that we both share Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer Souls tied, intertwined by pride and guilt [x]

[masochistikitty]

rough draft

[mechcanicalmadness]

Freak drawing hours

Without all the effects

[soupy-cosmos]

Louie and Boyd drawings based on the color palettes from some single covers

Louie’s is Crush by Tessa Violet

Boyd’s is Find Out by Khai Dreams

[victory-cookies]

went into tbob thinking any ford stuff would be very touch tone telephone but instead it was no eyed girl. losing my mind

[inferno-silentdragon]

Another omori pixel doodle while I procrastinate

[yume-fanfare]

you've heard of pushing your blorbos together now get ready for putting them very far apart for a long time then back together and have them have a second first meeting

[itsjaywalkers]

guys i've been writing the iwtywmm sequel all day but i haven't stopped thinking about the overprotective james series like . at all . not even for a single second

[automatonknight]

lone star shine down on my hometown

id: a digital greyscale drawing of kurier-she’s white and has long, dark, graying hair as well as a beard. she’s visible from her head to her chest. she’s wearing a cowboy hat, a plaid, unbuttoned shirt over a white tank top and a simple, black eyepatch over her left eye. the background is solid black with a lone, white star shining right above kurier’s head, they’re looking up at it with a sad expression. end id

[catominor]

oh also heres my little guys / story spotify playlist.. its kind of disjointed as in the songs represent different character perspectives / sometimes just general story vibes tbh