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I love him (I SWEAR I DIDNT EXPECT THIS WOULD LOOK SO FREAKY, HE LOOKS LIKE HES ON A BODY PILLOW😭😭 I js wanted him to be eepy😔😔😔💔)
Abyway, I love death note
I couldn't be fucked with his hands
EHEHEHE YAYAYA LIKE I LOVE THIS, MY BUSTED AHH ART STYLE WAA GOOD ENOUGH TO TRY TO BE BASED OFF OF ?!?!?!😍😍😍
Sighhh but still, until I'm better than the person who makes me jealous it'll never be good enough👿👿👿👿
Is it bad that I want people to hate me because I'm better than them ?
wouldn't it be funny if I did a silly cover of creative control
SINCE YALL SEEMED TO ENJOY THE ONE STILL FRAME SO MUCH. Like omfg 90 notes AGAIN WTF??? I LOVE YALL SM
Heres the fully animated version! Hope you enjoy :3
So, instead of writing i colored a scene from the next part of my story. King of procrastination.
And here again without my terrible attempt at environmental lighting.
Ok, so, here's a thing. I had a thought about Watchers and EvoSMP (Dunno if smb said this theory before). I believe that there was a moment when Taurtis was talking to Grian, then Grian said smth to audience (us) and Taurtis went like "Who are you talking to". Grian answered "To the audience". What if "the audience" is The Watchers? What if we are The Watchers?
Just think about it. We are talking to content creators, they listen to us, but other cc can't see us unless they really want to.
All the life games are happening partly because of the audience. They are happening because of us watching it.
And if we are creating fanon things, the only ones who can hear us are Grian and Martyn (with cannon happenings like smb asking questions "Who are you talking to" and considering the fact that Martyn is Listener). For everyone else on the servers their talkings with "audience" might be like posttraumatic things with Listeners and Wathers??? Like EvoSMP?
I don't know much about Listener Martyn lore, so can't give great theories about him
Lmao I'm pretty sure smb had this idea before and I just didn't know 'bout it. Have a nice day, dear watchers audience!
Okay, it turns out that this is CANNON, guys, I've created not theory, I just figured out cannon!! What a genius I am!! >:D
Day 146 — Scar is using his Scary-Parrot privilege to sit on the tree
I’ll give you some context tomorrow :p
"oh my god that's so fucked up" I say like I'm not extremely horny about it
hell yea i got nachos :DDD
More mlp treats be upon u!! Happy ween, @koalasandcats @somegirl-14 @junebugabug ✨
Woah okay! 😍
Hello miss pauling nation. Murder girlfriend
[ Image ID: A drawing of Miss Pauling from tf2. She is drawn from the knees up, on lined paper, and the only colour used apart from black is red, which represents blood. Miss pauling is wiping blood off of her cheek with one hand, and she is holding a bloody rag in the other hand. She smiles sheepishly, looking off to the right somewhere. End ID.]
uhhh yukixmachi for the anon request
ihave a hc that yuki loves hugging machi post curse sooooo
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alsoimreallysorrythistookmesolongtomakeimterribleatschedulesksksksksks
hey sorry for being a bit dead, college has been kickin my butt- so have this shitpost in the meantime
DID I COOK WITH THESE SKETCHES OR NAWWWWWW 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 SPAM SOME WS IN THE CHATTTT!!!111
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I don't particularly know why I did this, but I do know for sure that this drawing came outta nowhere, yay! Just imagine this as uhhh Toriel getting angry? Yeah? Eh, do what you will wit it 😅
Ship sketch of Ink and Fresh Sans
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Fresh Sans by Loverofpiggies
Ink by comyet
Heheheheh I’m so spoopky man. so spomky.
Some black mages…. What are they doing here…
Quick thought what if P03 was normal about you?
Lil doodle I done did few nights ago.
One of the best parts about working at a sex shop is the employee discount, and yeah that means excellent deals on sex supplies but that's not the big brain part.
You come to my house. Something is cooking in the kitchen- it smells wonderful. What is it? It's novelty dick-shaped pasta. I've set up a sensual sexy Italian dinner. There are candles set up on the table. They're melting too fast, dripping everywhere- they're low temp waxplay pillar candles. For dessert, I serve you a delicious ice cream topped in penis-shaped rainbow confetti sprinkles and strawberry body paint drizzle, and afterwards, serve coffee with roasted hazelnut warming lube.
We play a board game while we drink. It's sexy monopoly. It's your turn. You roll the dice. They come up as 'whisper into' and 'butt'. I lost the original dice. We're using the sexy dice. You move four spaces.
After dinner, I run you a bath. A bubble bath. The bubble gel? Sensual ocean breeze. There are candles lined up around the tub. The scent is overpowering. Why? They're three-in-one fruit flavored massage oil candles. I'm using so much. It's so wasteful. Do you want to shave? I have conditioning shave cream that smells like limes. And an electric body razor, but you can't use that in the tub.
How about a bath bomb? You toss one in. It's cherry blossom scented. As it dissolves, three sexy bath sex suggestion cards fall out. They're all variations on doggy style, probably because fucking in a bathtub is probably the easiest way to break your hip.
The water cools. You get out an dry off with a novelty towel. If you wrap it around your chest, it looks like you have gigantic tatas bursting through the fabric like the Hulk.
You walk into the bedroom. I'm there, reading an instructional book titled "The Housewife's Guide To Every Day Stripping". I'm wearing a neck pillow designed to look like a massive curved weiner. Also a pair of fake leather bondage leggings and an oversized men's christmas T-shirt that says "Jingle My Bells" across the front.
I see you come in. I put down the book, take off the pillow. Offer you a massage. You accept. I already burned up all the massage candles so I pop a new bottle of CBD massage oil that says something wrong about Chakras on it. It's very gritty. That's because there's little chunks of amethyst in it for some fucking reason. It's fine, though. You say you don't mind.
I don't do massages very often. It's bad. You end up more tense than before. One of your muscles starts to cramp- it's okay. I whip out a bottle of Lidocane topical masculine performance numbing spray. You immediately feel like your shoulder went to the dentist. It's not ideal, but it's better than cramping.
You're not in the mood to bone after that. Which is good, cause I'm actually pretty asexual, but it hasn't come up yet so I'm relieved to avoid the conversation. Instead we get ready for bed. (The weather is terrible, and I insist you stay over.) I set up the futon, then realize it smells like cigarettes from the previous owner and shyly ask if you wanna cuddle in my room. You're down.
I crawl under the covers, placing my penis-shaped pink glitter pride bottle on the side table in case one of us wakes up thirsty. Once you're settled in, I turn off the glowing bare ass night light and the room goes black.
It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust, but when they do, you look up at the ceiling. It's dotted all over with little green flourescent lights. Are they plastic stars? No. I've pinned up a thousand glow in the dark condoms. God bless
