Even though he (luckily!!) didn’t lose the eye, I think he probably had to wear an eyepatch for at least some time.
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If there are truly benevolent entities in this universe I want them Bloodborne style, in which they are sympathetic, but are so separated from us that they are incapable of truly helping or comprehending humans
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Dungeon and daddies spoilers ahead
The doodler being made corporial had such a clear image attached in my head, Anthony described it so well so here it is in a stain glass window like format.
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@pixlokita, i know i promised a comic for the ballpit au, but it turned into a small animation. Whoops. Hope you like it!
bonus content under the cut!
Version with a bonus frame:
The bonus frame by itself:
the text full says “Uncle Henry, you shouldn’t be eating this late. I understand that you have had a stressful day, however, this is not a healthy way to deal with stress. Eating before bed can cause heart burn, or esophageal irritation, which can cause difficulty sleeping. That cereal is also full of sugar and unhealthy preservatives. I will make a healthy breakfast for us in the morning.”
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inspired by @24-guy 's (really really sorry for the tag) artworks of a role-swap Swim Captain!Richie and English Nerd!Max, and AUURRGHHH brainrot is definitely strong! (kinda took some artistic liberty though like on the letterman and max's appearance)
anime on the jacket is fairytale, was one of my first anime brainrots tbh so i gave it to him
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Please hold your shock and awe, BUT I STARTED THE STORY OF MY BEACHED MERMAID AU!! HOORAH AND ALL THAT!
Yeah, followed folk’s advice and split the first one so now you lot get two chapters out the gate! yay!
Likely gonna edit this like tomorrow or something, I need a nap! Please be kind in the comments if you spot a mistake in the writing- I’m a sensitive wuss.
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“Who’s a good girl? Who’s a goo’ girllll,” Eddie drawls in a ridiculous baby voice, and Steve glances over to see him hoisting their 5-month-old puppy up over his head, her back pressed to the roof of the car while he rubs his nose all over her soft furry belly.
Steve snorts, turns his eyes back to the road. “You’re gonna break your neck, baby; she’s getting way too big for that.”
“Slander!” Eddie gasps, depositing her back into his lap and clapping his hands over her floppy ears. “Don’t listen to him, Cocoa Butter, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”
“Her name is Coco.”
“Coca-Cola,” Eddie says seriously to the panting puppy in his lap, “your father’s had a lot of head trauma. But we love him anyway, even when he gets your name wrong, don’t we?”
Coco clambers over the console and gives Steve’s elbow an enthusiastic lick.
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