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IBFUXKIGN ADO4E YOUT USOUD TUSOUD I WILL BE HOSTING A FUNERAL FOR YOU 8N THREE DAYS I LKVE YOU TUSOJD TUSOUD MY GOAT

Hi guys i didnt forget about u i prommy!!

Anyways chonny ultimate showdown (of ultimate destiny) jash!!

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i explodes sorry guys

Watcher!Grian - The Mind Electric

“See how the Heart plays profound

(See how he lies) but the depth is insincere

A pathetic, thin veneer

All the pain, regret, and fear still resound”

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wonder who made this,,,,

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JASHERS!! Sort of important

so i may or may not be doing a cover of Dead Mans Sea Shanty and i want as many people as i can to sing the chorus!! :D you dont even have to be a good singer to get involved if you wanna yk?

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I'd also like to add how INSANE JIM IS??? HE CALMLY PUSHED TWO BODIES OFF THE SHIP (ONE OF WHICH HE KILLED) AND (now I haven't read the book in a while) I DONT RECALL HIS DADS PASSING BEING MENTIONED BY HIM MUCH WITH AS MUCH CARE AS ID EXPECT A 12-14 YEAR OLD TO BE????? I ALSO KNOW DAMN WELL THERES MORE THST I JUST CANT REMEMBER LIKE THIS PRETEEN WAS AGAINST A HUGE GROUP OF EVILLER MORE EVIL PIRATES EHO WERE MUCH MUCH OLDER THAN HIM

No I GENUINELY DESPISE the mischaracterisation of Jim Hawkins whether it's the gwtnlh version, the original version, the treasure planet version EACH ONE GETS MISCHARACTERISED. No, he is infact not just a little kid who can't find for himself and requires adult attention at all times, he is not just some “dumb silly goofy sunshine character with only pure whimsy”. Jim literally shot Israel Hands in self defence, he claims nightmares of the parrot (← I'm pretty sure, might be a bit wrong), HE ISN'T HELPLESS AT ALL??? yes, he is a minor (in most portrayals and I've heard he was meant to be around the 12-14 age range from others) obviously he will have some child-like joy, IT ISNT HIS ONLY TRAIT?? he's a brave kid who wants to stand up what he thinks is right in the simplest way I can say but oh my GOD does it piss me off when I see people who either make him a stupid brainless goofy kid without any other substance or some pitiful weak protagonist who must be protected at all costs like if a fly so much as touched him a bone work snap in half irreparably. anyways sorry rant over I just got so pissed off 💔💔💔

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what the fuck man

important! Please read.

tw grooming.

The person behind @/elvis-official (also known as rose.) is a groomer.

Rose and my friend, kip (@/foxgirlclawjob) dated when kip was 13 and rose was 16. A 3 year age gap isnt a lot for 2 adults but with kip barely even being a teenager this is absolutely disgusting. A 13 and 16 year old dating is terrible.

screenshots from @/are-we-there-yet-daily post, and they got them from @/eial-daily.

(kip = jess (she/they), rose = rose but spooky)

Thank you @raccoonboyclawjob for teling me about this.

⬇️ more talk on the topic.

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No I GENUINELY DESPISE the mischaracterisation of Jim Hawkins whether it's the gwtnlh version, the original version, the treasure planet version EACH ONE GETS MISCHARACTERISED. No, he is infact not just a little kid who can't find for himself and requires adult attention at all times, he is not just some “dumb silly goofy sunshine character with only pure whimsy”. Jim literally shot Israel Hands in self defence, he claims nightmares of the parrot (← I'm pretty sure, might be a bit wrong), HE ISN'T HELPLESS AT ALL??? yes, he is a minor (in most portrayals and I've heard he was meant to be around the 12-14 age range from others) obviously he will have some child-like joy, IT ISNT HIS ONLY TRAIT?? he's a brave kid who wants to stand up what he thinks is right in the simplest way I can say but oh my GOD does it piss me off when I see people who either make him a stupid brainless goofy kid without any other substance or some pitiful weak protagonist who must be protected at all costs like if a fly so much as touched him a bone work snap in half irreparably. anyways sorry rant over I just got so pissed off 💔💔💔

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oughh my sighh ggajhhh shhhyuj hhahaha

I stumbled across @arythusa’s The Glass Scientists webcomic early this year and fell in love, so I animated a little scene for fun 🧪

I built a Front and 3/4 Front Jekyll and Hyde rig (fun fact, they’re one rig!) and animated them in Toon Boom Harmony, HalluciLanyon spawning and getting harpooned is a tweaked version of that rig, and him getting bodied was drawn in Procreate.  The layout was also made in Harmony. The audio is from the movie Drop Dead Fred.

I used the comic itself as the ‘model sheet’ to build the rig off of- used various panels for their heights and body parts in place of character, hand, mouth, etc sheets, so many pieces are pulled right from the pages. I also got to experiment with compositing, which was fun!

The art and story of this comic hooked me and I’m so excited to see where it goes! ❣️

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“My parents split up” you know what else you can split? Man’s dual nature. Drink the potion.

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Instead of sleeping I decided to look through animatics and started listening to Coin-Operated Boy on repeat, and wrote a fanfic 🙃

This isn't beta-read, once again.

Formatting looks a little weird thanks to Tumblr.

ALSO, after rereading this, while not my intention, it may come across kinda ship-like. Not my intention, interperate as you like.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF ROTTEN FOOD AND ANIMAL DEATH

Hopefully I captured a Salad Fingers vibe.

Mind stood quietly in front of the fridge.

Soul was in his room. He had been in his room for the last... month. Mind wasn't sure how long one could really live without food or water, but he assumed Soul was a special case.

He gently slotted in a new plastic container of leftovers. Lunch.

It was perfectly organised.

Mind took in a deep breath of the chilled rot. Container after container of rotting leftovers resided in that fridge. He was slipping.

Gently, he closed the door and crept out towards the living room.

Never in his life had he been so aware of how loud everything was until he was the only one around to make any.

He cringed at the creak of the floor boards.

Mind was proud of himself, though.

He sat down in his armchair and returned his attention to the half finished craft project on the coffee table.

It was complete, really.

His new companion.

Fashioned out of one of Heart's old socks, covered in his quils like a pin cushion, was a sock puppet.

He put it on his right hand. It hid the grotesque inky sludge that had grown over his prosthetic.

Mind stared into its blank googly eyes.

He hesitated to speak for a moment.

"You're..." Mind's new voice still felt foreign to his own ear. "You're going to be False Heart." He told the puppet.

He nodded his hand to acknowledge himself.

"Okay..." He murmured to himself. It felt awkward, the silence in the room. Meeting strangers wasn't as easy as he'd hoped.

Mind looked to the clock to break eye contact.

"Look, it's half past two. We need to do the laundry." He told it in hopes of breaking the tension.

"Come on."

Mind stood up and crept towards the laundry room.

He pulled off the sock puppet again and set it up on the counter to watch.

"You have big shoes to fill."

Mind told it.

"Heart did a lot of talking."

Mind looked up from the laundry basket as he pulled out the wet clothes.

He looked away again.

"We disagreed sometimes."

Mind put the wet clothes into the dryer.

"He wouldn't take his medicine. And I made him. I think he still hates me for that."

Mind turned on the dryer, then stood up.

"Does anyone hate you?"

Mind picked up the puppet and put it back onto his hand.

"I didn't think so."

Mind walked back to the kitchen. He didn't like how the puppets' eyes rattled as they walked. He was polite enough to keep quiet.

He set up the puppet on the windowsill.

"We have to do the dishes now." He explained. "We wouldn't want them to go bad."

He turned on the tap, running it as hot as possible, and put the plug in the sink to let it fill up. As soon as it was full, he turned off the tap and started to wash the dishes with soap and a sponge.

The sound of scrubbing and sloshing water filled the kitchen. Suds accumulated in thick swathes and were washed off by the quickly dirtying water.

"This was Soul's chore." Mind told the puppet.

"I think it was the only thing he did to help." Mind looked up from his scrubbing.

"You have big shoes to fill." Mind looked back down at the sink.

He set aside the dishes to dry them.

"But I like you. You listen to me. That means a lot."

Mind's perpetual frown softened to a blank expression.

He reached to the dish towel and dried off his hands. He did the dishes afterwards, then neatly put them away.

Things were just how he liked them now.

The glasses were lined up on their shelf on the cupboard.

Three. Exactly three.

The outliers now decorate the grass beneath the exterior wall by the backdoor.

The mugs were lined up in their shelf under the glasses in the same cupboard.

Three. Exactly three.

The outliers now decorate the grass beneath the exterior wall of the chicken coop.

Everything was much the same.

With no one to object, Mind had trimmed the fat.

Mind picked up his friend afterwards and tucked it into the waistband of his trousers. Its head lulled pathetically against his thigh.

"We have to take out the rubbish now."

Mind went to the bins and pulled out the near empty liners. He tied a knot in the top of each. It was easier now that his limbs were fleshier than before, far less likely to rip the delicate plastic.

He took the bags out to the bins in the back. He put one in the black bin and the other in the blue.

"I don't like this chore." Mind told the puppet.

He allowed the lids to fully shut.

"It gets me dirty." Mind started walking to the shed.

"I don't like this one either. But Soul isn't awake right now." Mind tugged open the rickety wooden door, the uneven slats scrapped against the floor boards.

"We have to feed the chicken." Mind grabbed the sack of chicken feed.

"I think it's sad right now." Mind walked to the beat-up coop. "It misses Soul."

Mind pulled open the door and poured some feed into the metal bowl.

Darrell's corpse rotted in the corner amongst dirty straw and shards of plate.

"It won't eat." Mind told his friend. "I wonder sometimes if it does that to spite me."

Mind stared at the dead animal.

"But then I remember that animals aren't able to do that." He closed the wooden door and returned the feed to the shed.

"I'm going to get clean now." Mind shut the shed door. "You should too."

Mind walked back inside. He hardly noticed the creak of the floor boards as he went to the bathroom.

He pulled his friends soft fabric body from his waistband and held it tightly in his right hand as he drew himself a bath.

"I must seem very boring to someone such as yourself." Mind spoke as he waited for the bath. "But I enjoy the routine. Maybe we can do something you want to do tomorrow."

When the bath had finally filled, he turned off the tap and took off his clothes, then he climbed in.

The warmth of the water felt soothing, steam fogged the mirror, Mind still held his new best friend close as he washed.

"You know, medicine wasn't the only thing me and Heart had disagreements over." Mind rubbed shampoo into his scalp.

"We'd disagree on the silliest things. Like what genre of film was the best, who Soul agreed with, how to be Whole."

Mind rinsed out the suds the best he could.

"I don't think I even really remember any of those disagreements now. They felt very serious at the time, but I suppose in retrospect they were very meaningless."

Mind ran conditioner through his hair. "I doubt we'd ever argue like that. Heart was just passionate about things. As are you."

Mind set the puppet on the edge of the tub as he rinsed his hair again, this time with both hands.

"I really care about you." He said as he rose from the now lukewarm water. It fell off him in rivulets, and drops continued to pour as he stepped onto the cold tiles and wrapped a towel around his waist.

"I'd like to have dinner with you this evening." Mind paused and stared at his other half, awaiting its answer.

He smiled.

"I'll make pasta."

Mind spent the rest of the day getting everything ready. He wanted it all to be perfect.

He took out his favourite table cloth, set the table for three, and cooked his favourite dish when. He even wore his freshly washed clothes.

It was all ready for six o'clock.

Mind sat in his blood spattered seat. His other half took the one across from him, and Darrell Soul sat to his left.

Mind took a bite of his meal but swallowed it before he could enjoy it. He was eager to hear what his other half had to say.

"What do you think?" He enquired anxiously, "It's your recipe, after all. I tried to do it justice."

He nodded in turn, "Good. I'm always open to constructive criticism." He went back to eat his meal.

"You know... I think the last time I had this was on my birthday– Mm, Yeah. I think it was also the last time me and you argued. Probably something dumb, I suspect. I think you started."

Mind looked up from his plate. "Yeah, but you definitely started it."

Mind glanced back down at his plate. "No– Don't interrupt me, I hate it when you interrupt me. I'm not trying to 'blame' you. I'm just saying what happened."

Mind set down his cutlery and leaned back. "How do you think I felt? I do– I told you not to interrupt me." He felt agitated. "You're doing it again! You're starting things– Butt out, this doesn't involve you." He snapped at Soul.

"He's fi– Don't talk over me." Mind's agitation grew.

"I'm not– No– I am– HEART, WOULD YOU STOP FUCKING INTERRUPTING ME!?" Mind finally yelled with a slam of his fists. The dishes rattled on the table and Mind quickly withdrew again.

He sat there for a while, running his fingers through his hair, plucking a hair or two occasionally.

"I'm sorry." He finally forced out. "I shouldn't have yelled."

Mind nodded and got up.

He picked up his sock puppet up and hugged it tightly. "I forgive you." He sighed shakily.

"I didn't mean to get angry. I love you."

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im. supposed to be writing but heres some Camp Half Blood AU incorrect quotes

Noah: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Alejandro: *turning to Owen* How tall are you?

Noah: Truth or dare? Izzy: Dare Noah: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room Izzy: Hey Owen Owen, blushing: Yeah? Izzy: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Eva

Eva: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Izzy: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Eva: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING OWEN WITH ME

Noah, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Noah: Alejandro and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Alejandro: Sentences.

Noah: Don't interrupt me.

Noah: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Alejandro's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

Noah: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Owen will and will not eat.

Izzy: Grass? Yes!

Noah: Moss? Yes!!

Izzy: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Noah: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Izzy: Worms? Sometimes!

Noah: Rocks? Usually nah.

Izzy: Twigs? Usually!

Noah: Chef's cooking? Inconclusive!

Eva: How did you… test this?

Noah: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.

Eva: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Alejandro: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Noah: What’s something you guys are better than Alejandro at?

Izzy: Mario Kart.

Eva: Yeah, video games.

Owen: Emotional vulnerability.

Courtney: Tonight, one of you will betray us.

Gwen: Is it me, Courtney?

Courtney: No, it’s not you.

DJ: Is it me, Courtney?

Courtney: It’s not you either.

Duncan: Is it me, Courtney?

Courtney:

Courtney, mockingly: Is IT mE Courtney?

Noah: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Alejandro: *Out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Noah: I’m going to take you out Alejandro: great, it’s a date! Noah: I meant that as a threat. Alejandro: See you at five!

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THIS IS SO FIRE 🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

I spedran this one LMAOO

@zydrateclown @phoenixrosewriter @gremmilyn @expiredmilk348 @insanementalchaos come get your yaoi my redbullings/silly

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oh boyyy ....

the mind on the cccc cover art is like under faceplates on my design (they also have 4 eyes herh....)

to contrast minds mechanical metal look, heart has ragdoll prosthetics and patchwork on his skin

Cotard is part voodoo doll

tusoud is siblings with wwwa and is a computer virus (they also just spread a bunch of BS to get people to fight eachother and made content and reports on it, resulting in tusoud)

tusouds a scene kid, a minor and a 13 year old girl in the 2000s trust

moss is half statue and a deer thing

soul is an alien ❤️

mind has metal spider legs protruding from its back (like iron spider from spiderman)

cjph is genderfluid and named cassian janes

whole created 2oul to keep him company in the void while HMS go through cacophony

the announcer is agender grrr

jekyll has LOTS of chemical burns on his arms and legs

winstons favourite of the gws is hyde as he thinks julia would've liked him too

soul is a shadow the hedgehog kinnie

mori has a singular skeleton leg and it's detachable so he just goes around trying to gross the other jashlings with it (ace aka thdph finds it hilarious)

20xx is literally a game. like full 6bit but sometimes can come out??? like he exists in a gameboy but can come out sometimes idk how to explain it. sometimes tusoud glitches his world (then gets yelled at and forced to fix it)

the ends of icarus's limbs are black, idk just seemed cool they also have tons of burn scars

the announcer has 3 pets. a cerberus named azrael, a cat named salem and a snake named victoria

there's more I cannot be bothered to do rn

Hey psssst hey Jashers..

Pretty please consider reblogging this if you have any distinctly fanon-divergent takes on any of the jashlings…. This includes opinions, features, personalities, headcanons, etc. you rarely/never see amongst the rest of the community : ]

Just for funsies! I’ve been really enjoying more unique takes lately and am hopeful for more..

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PLEASE IM THE NUMBER ONE TUSOUDVAN EDR I LOVE TUSOUD TUSOUD JY GOAT I LOVE THIS IRS SO PEAK NO ONE GETS MY ADORATION FOR TUSOUD

hello, this is my tusduod fanart i took almost 6 hours on

Speedpaint + og pic under cut

by "almost 6 hours" i meant 5 hours and 52 minutes,

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Submitted by Anon

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Night

yes. I DID wait til night for this

the sun situation

ok so whole one night decides to go grocery shopping during the split Normal stuff he gets out his car he goes into the store buys this stuff so your probably asking "why would you tell us this GOOBER!! well because when he's about to leave.the cops mistake him for a shoplifter.so instead of being reasonable and just talking to him they tase him.so what? well this.FUCKS.MIND.UP like they tase him in the head and it corrupted mind physically he now looks oversaturated has a ELECTRIC FIELD around him constantly electricuting him putting him in constant pain throughout the rest of this album this is how he will be and this will INTENSELY change the lore