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what if I just started posting my tmnt adaptation I’ve been co-making with a friend for about a year now… that would be crazy. Anyway!-
Never thought I'd have three of my straight male friends hyping me up to write gay smut but here we are.
Hi derelict fans, it's so nice to see all 3 of us here. How interested would people be in seeing my fanart interpretations of characters.... I have.... Scenes in my head...
Yo I feel in the mood to make a Fugo animation for this song, idk if I will tho
some quick sneak peeks🤭
Should I get a tattoo tomorrow? It’s a butterfly on my arm 💞
This if you were wondering pls tell me your opinion if I should get it tomorrow <3
thanks for the tag Soren <33 snowed in + enemies to lovers + rescue mission omg is it like they meet in a public building; a school or a mall, get snowed in, and are trapped together forced to make-up, confess, and one of them confesses and 3 year-long crush then FINALLY a rescue mission is carried out to get them out of the building??? tagging: @meraniki @hrtattcker @/anyone who wants to do it
Fake date +Body swap + Love triangle
Tag ur friends and mutuals!
@1-800-i-ship-it @dimobserver @valiantcoffeetiger @morimortaccitua @step-on-me-khun @savemycrustysoul @jill-8-7 and everyone else who wants to try
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Ctto google
sooo guys I haven’t been on here since middle school (so like very hand wave-y 2016/17) and I find it absolutely insane how simultaneously *so* much and *so* little has changed since?? like on one hand the whole platform feels a bit “twitterfied” and I’m yet to see a 12 foot DNI list… but like then I try to actually use the search engine or open it on my phone for longer than 15 minutes and we’re right back where we started
some things truly stay the same and I just think that’s neat <3
I found this incomplete doodle on my procreate, this is golden.
Two of the same mind
Ignore the text, I was in a summer art class.
Should I finish this???
*cutely makes post about jimmy???* should i..?
Stevepop drag racing / illegal street racing au mood board!!!!
so is anyone going to write a casual (by chappell roan) colinjamie au or do i have to do everything myself…?
I think this might be my next shiny hunt idk also I might start streaming my shinny hunts or uploading them
★ Litten
It's on my bucket list to have a pink car!🌟🎀
COMMISSIONS???
i'm thinking of starting commissions, but idk if anyone would actually pay for my art,
I am bored and recovering from an existential crisis I've been having since ~2pm.
he makes me very emotional look at his lil puppy eyes i just want to cry
im debating on posting hcs i wrote for him but im nervy bc ive never posted my writing b4
Years have passed, and you no longer write letters to Santa, but still the peculiar, one of a kind gifts keep arriving. The gifts range from opulent jewelry that has a tendency to grow warm, and sometimes even white-hot, at random intervals to small seemingly custom-made stuffed animals of nightmarish creatures turned cute and cuddly. Every year, six gifts come, wrapped in a glowing, reddish paper that was always warm to the touch, just for you, labeled in number order: 60-66. And every year, you and your family ponder who the gifts are from, and if your family should be concerned. This year, as you sit around the tree, the gifts arrive, as usual, but something is different. This year, each parcel of unknown origin is still wrapped with care in the same, ever warm, glowing wrapping, but this time, the boxes are numbered differently. The first is labeled 66.1, and they follow in order with the last labeled 66.6, and that one has a key tied into the center of the large box with a lavish bow. The key is an intricate skeleton key, forged in a reddish metal, blackened by either time or design. Its artfully carved handle looks alive, with its winding serpent-like design, and the gems inlaid at the center of the winding mass, that form an eye. As you go about your Christmas morning traditions, the eye seems to follow you as you bask in the joyful holiday, the ever-present gaze of the key blanketing you in a strange sense of security. Eventually, you get to the special, almost reverent, moment of privacy that you partake in every Christmas morning. You collect the six warm boxes, and bring them into your room, settling onto the lush rug that you had received from your unknown proprietor in a Christmas long since past. You murmur your thanks to the kindness of whatever stranger offers you these gifts, and sit staring at them all at once unnerved by the change, and oddly comforted by the key’s watchful eye. As you sit, your feelings about the strange gifts at odds with one another, curiosity leaps at its chance to take the reins. So, you reach out, and carefully lift the first box, drawing its warmth into your awaiting lap, fighting the urge to draw the familiar warmth into you, much like a child would with a teddy bear. Running your hands across the familiar wrapping, you find the tapeless edge, and slide your fingers under the lip. With a gentle tug the warm paper gives way, and you find the same wooden frame, carved by deft hands into arching landscapes of a far off land that no amount of research can locate. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you see the artistry, your fingers reliving the comforting texture of each stroke of the craftsman’s blade. Opening the box, you find the gift, as thoughtful and unique as ever, and murmur your thanks to your anonymous friend. You repeat the process, each gift just as unique and ornate as the last, until you get to 66.6. This box was different from all the others that had come before it. This box's carvings were just as unique as all the others, but the landscape on each side arched and twisted until it gave way to a castle. One with a threatening throne, and a several devastatingly gorgeous men and women perched about the thrones on each side. The box itself felt… different. Something about it made your chest ache, like a fresh heartbreak, but that pain was mixed with a yearning for something you couldn't quite place. Before opening the box, you survey the gifts bestowed on you by your mysterious benefactor.
Should I continue this? Because I definitely have more planned… (read written) I just hit the text limit hehehe…
When you were a child, you accidentally wrote a letter to Satan instead of Santa. Now, every year for christmas you get presents from the lord of hell himself.