could NOT get this image out of my head, had to draw it

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Nope

Good movie, won't spoil it further

Hard to chibify a ufo.

teen reddie doodles based on my '90s designs

[Image description: A collection of fanart doodles featuring Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak from the "It" movies as teenagers in the '90s. Richie wears an oversized MTV t-shirt, ripped denim jeans, Converse, and plaid button up tied around his waist. Eddie wears a denim jacket, navy polo with colored stripes at the bottom, denim jeans held up with a belt, tube socks, and chunky sneakers. Alt text provided for each image and copied below the cut. End ID]

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Image one: A collection of fanart doodles featuring Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak from the "It" movies as '90s teenagers.

Image two: Both sat on the floor, Richie leans back against Eddie's folded legs. Holding Richie's glasses in his hand, Eddie says, "Do you ever clean these? They're so smudged!" Richie replies, "Why bother? You do it for me!"

Image three: Eddie shrugs on a denim jean jacket. He says, "Beep beep, Rich- you know this was my dad's jacket." From off-screen, Richie responds, "Yeah, yeah…"

Image four: Richie and Eddie pose with their faces pressed cheek to cheek and tongues stuck out, flipping off the camera.

Image five: Richie wears a high school letterman jacket stitched with the name "Eddie." Eddie wears a leather jacket. They glance shyly at each other. It is captioned, (Jacket Swap).

Image six: Chibi heads of Richie and Eddie. It is captioned, "R + E."

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FEBUWHUMP | KILLING IN SELF-DEFENSE | WC: 999

a/n: Set in that AU where Sorahiko (Prime Torino) time-travels to AFO and Yoichi's childhood and manages with his B+ parenting skills. TW for ableist language (used in context of this being a very anti-Quirk era) and, well, Sorahiko knifing the guy.

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If it had been Nana or Toshinori in this position, Sorahiko muses, they would have had a tougher time getting accustomed to the sheer brutality of the era. Their present isn’t perfect, but they at least have the economy and government in working order. This is just chaos, through and through.

People lie, cheat, and steal to make it through the day, and Sorahiko genuinely has no idea how the country’s still managing an influx of goods when it seems like the world is too busy imploding to maintain a trade network.

Not his problem.

He’s got two children to mind. Food and shelter, that’s what he promised them, and he aims to deliver. The latter is a broken-down residential building, empty of any permanent legal inhabitants because of the roaming mobs and people like Sorahiko (squatters).

And as for the former, well. Sorahiko’s working on it.

“You kids want to go to the countryside?” he asks idly. Against his better judgment, he’s had to let them follow him outside the building, because the probability of Chibi-AFO taking his absence as permission to run away is much, much higher than zero. Sorahiko carries the smaller boy on his hip, and Chibi-AFO has the dubious honor of sitting on his shoulders. 

He left the uniform at home, opting for a beat-up denim jacket over his black turtleneck, jeans, and sneakers. The boys have been scrubbed clean(ish), and dressed in better clothes (though when Chibi-AFO’s base standard is a repurposed garbage bag, anything is a massive improvement).

Wandering down a street in broad daylight would have had them clocked as a family. Sorahiko uncomfortably represses the weird twist of his gut, in favor of being grateful that it’s the dead of night, as they are looking for a convenience store to rob.

“What’s that?” the smaller boy asks.

“The countryside? It’s outside the city. Quiet, if you don’t count the bugs, but pretty boring after a while. Lots of green. Probably better food.”

“No,” Chibi-AFO mutters into his hair. “Don’t wanna go.”

He sighs. Part of him--the city boy who much preferred streets of asphalt and plenty of high buildings--agrees with the toddler. The rest of him thinks that Chibi-AFO is simply being contrary. 

Ever since they discovered that Sorahiko can’t be affected by his Quirk-stealing power (it was a downright relief to know that Jet wouldn’t disappear in the middle of the night; it was absolutely hilarious to see Chibi-AFO’s face as his last murder attempt failed to spear Sorahiko’s shin, bouncing off like the black energy was made of rubber), Chibi-AFO’s been pouty and prone to temper tantrums. The smaller boy is awed to see Sorahiko survive every time.

“It’s nicer in the summer,” he says.

“Why?”

Sorahiko considers his memories of going to his grandparents’ house as a child. The backyard garden, the forest surrounding the mountain village, the many terrifyingly large bugs that found cozy homes in his blankets… He clears his throat. “Because it’s worse in the winter.”

“That’s not an answer!”

“Well, what do you know,” Sorahiko drawls, hitching the smaller boy a little higher. “You’re just a baby. I know a lot more than you.”

The specifics of what the boys seemed to know and understand about the world, their life, or even each other remains a total mystery to Sorahiko. They haven’t given him names yet, and he’s not inclined to do anything like renaming them. They don’t know how old they are, and they don’t know the name of the city they were wandering in. They can’t read, and they certainly don’t know how to write.

Chibi-AFO digs his tiny gremlin fingers into Sorahiko’s hair. “Not babies,” he mutters, and Sorahiko is about to jostle the kid when, of all the times and places, a man staggers out of an alley ahead, spots them, and brandishes a familiar whistle.

“Metas,” he snarls.

Sorahiko makes several rapid calculations. The man is sober, not drunk. That means Sorahiko can’t rely on inflicting a simple head concussion to compound any memory issues. Chibi-AFO is tense on his shoulders, and the smaller boy has instinctively made himself smaller, even as he clutches one of his brother’s ankles.

“Move even once,” he hears himself snarl back, “and I’ll make sure it’s your last. We’re just on a walk.”

“Diseased freaks shouldn’t be allowed out of the quarantine zones,” the man says, and he pulls out a knife too. Then, like a true fanatic, he goes to blow the whistle in order to flag a squad of Meta X-ers to gather.

Sorahiko crouches down and pries the smaller boy’s clinging hands off, wrenches Chibi-AFO off along with his jacket. The shrill call of the whistle sings in the previously quiet night; Sorahiko catches both boys in the jacket and squeezes their shoulders, stares hard at them.

“This’ll be quick,” he promises, and whips around at the sound of rubber soles hitting asphalt.

Knife raised. The man is mid-lunge. Sorahiko pounces with a burst of Jet, tackles him back, wrestling the knife out of the now desperate grip. The man writhes under him, like he’s just realized that he’s picked a fight against a Meta with teeth. Insults spill out of the man’s mouth, filthy enough that Sorahiko sees red when he takes the wooden handle and pins his opponent to the ground by the throat.

How many Meta X-ers are in the area? Does Sorahiko have enough time to smash and grab a few containers of instant noodles before they need to flee to the roofs? Why are people so stupid--

“White hair,” the man wheezes, and Sorahiko redoubles his grip on the knife. He wishes the man would just shut up and preserve his own life. He wishes he hadn’t brought the boys along. “White hair, light eyes, two kids. White hair… light eyes… two kids…!”

Sorahiko plunges the knife down, and hears the man manage one more, “Monster!” before sharpened steel pierces flesh and bone.

Ygopridecember 2023 d3: snow

[ID: full shot chibi drawing of Atem and Seto Kaiba holding hands in a path surrounded by snow, also is snowing.

Seto is smiling looking at Atem, he has one hand close to his chest and with the other is grabbing Atem's

Atem is also smiling at Seto, one hand in Seto's hand and the other is just by his side.

clothes are for Atem a black jacket with golden stripe as decoration in the sleeve and the pockets, it also has white fluff in the collar, he is wearing a purple scarf with golden threads at the end. purple mittens, jeans and black boots. he is wearing the millennium puzzle

Seto is wearing a white coat that resembles to his original and iconic white coat, but this one has sleeves, he has his black turtle neck shirt and his black pants that look like are combined with his boots. he is wearing the card locket and light blue mittens with blue dots to make the hands look like blue eyes white dragons. END ID]

So I've done a few "Whiskey Old Fashioned Sour" doodles a few times (will do more in future moat likely because this au lives in my head rent free) and it's a fun Malevolent AU by @bluejayblueskies Featuring some John chibis, and Arthur in an aro sweater, and them on a date from the fic 🥰

IDs under cut

[ID: The first image is a chibi drawing of John Doe. John Doe is depicted with olive skin with some acne scars, dark black hair pulled into a bun, decorated with various tattoos and piercings, and has bright blue eyes. He has a serious look despite being relaxed, his head tilted to the side. John holds a mixer in his right hand and a bottle of alcohol in the left. He has a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants and shoes, and he has an apron on with a "Frost" logo on for his bar.

The second drawing is of Arthur Lester from "Whiskey Old Fashioned Sour". Arthur has light skin with tons of freckles, soft brown eyes, curly red hair that is streaked with grays, and angular features. He also wears black framed glasses and a black turtleneck sweater with jeans, the pattern and colors on the sweater an abstract aro flag. He stands in front of a creme mottled background, one hand in his pocket and the other on his shoulder in a mostly relaxed gesture.

The third image is a colored chibi drawing of Arthur and John from Whiskey. They're visiting the bourbon festival in chapter 6 og Whiskey. Arthur is a light skinned man with lots of freckles and dark red curly hair. He has glasses and brown eyes, and is wearing a dark green shirt with a bag slung over his shoulder. He is holding a notepad and pointing at it. John stands next to him with an uncomfortable look of embarrassment on his face. He has long black hair pulled into a bun, blue eyes, acne scars, an arrangement of tattoos and piercings, and is blushing profusely. John is wearing a blue tank top with a jean jacket slung over his right arm. The artist logo is next to Johns arm in the corner. /END ID]

Commission for @jonahmagnus !

[Image ID: A digital drawing of chibi versions of Johnny Jhonny and Max Puckett from Paranatural. Max differs from his original design in that he has light brown skin and dark brown hair under his cap. Johnny differs from his original design in that he has sharp teeth. The pair both have scars on their faces. Johnny smiles as he puts an arm on Max’s shoulder and pumps his other fist in the air. Max looks back at him,slightly annoyed, as he rests his hands on a baseball bat. Johnny wears a black leather jacket over a white tshirt, fingerless gloves, and gray jeans. Max wears his blue cap, a light blue long sleeve shirt, and blue jeans. In the upper right corner is a flame and a black cat with a white center of the face. The canvas is light blue with a red stripe going diagonally across the image. The image is framed with a yellow line. End ID.]

And all twelve chibis from the calendar together. <3

ID in alt text and under the cut.

[ID:

Twelve pictures.

The first one shows a chibi drawing of Peter Parker as Spider-Man in his classic red and blue spandex outfit. He is swinging on one of his webs from the right to the left, arms extended and legs bent in front of him.

The second one shows a chibi drawing of Maya Lopez as Echo, with the white handprint on her face, wearing a black crop top, black trousers, and bandages around her arms and hands. She is standing frontal to the viewer, head cocked, left hand on her waist, right hand lifted, holding a gun.

The third one shows a chibi drawing of Luke Cage, wearing his usual yellow shirt and blue jeans. He is turned slightly to the left and looking down at three bullet holes in his shirt. His shoulders are up and his hands are lifted in a what-the-hell way.

The fourth one shows a chibi drawing of Jennifer Walters as She-Hulk in her She-Hulk form, wearing a white and purple spandex suit with short sleeves and legs. She is turned sideways but looking at the viewer, smirking. She is flexing her right arm, touching her biceps with her left hand.

The fifth one shows a chibi drawing of Jessica Jones with her trademark leather jacket and gray scarf. She is turned slightly to the right, arms crossed, expression pissed, as she taps her right foot impatiently.

The sixth one shows a chibi drawing of Marc Spector as Moon Knight, swooping in from the top left. He is wearing his white Moon Knight suit, holding his cape in the shape of a crescent moon. The cape is covering most of his body and his eyes are glowing.

The seventh one shows a chibi drawing of Matt Murdock as Daredevil in his classic red suit, sporting the Daredevil logo on his chest and the horns on his mask. He is standing with his legs apart, slightly turned to the left, holding up his billy clubs in both hands. He looks pissed.

The eighth one shows a chibi drawing of America Chavez, wearing her usual jeans jacket with the red and white stripes on the shoulder parts and the blue shirt with the white star. She is smiling, crouching down frontally to the viewer, her left leg stretched to the side, her right leg bent, so she is resting on her knee. Her left arm is stretched to the side, while her right is aimed at the ground.

The ninth one shows a chibi drawing of Kamala Khan as Ms. Marvel, wearing her blue mask, blue top with the yellow lightning bolt, and red pants and scarf. She is turned slightly to the right, smiling, and her right arm and hand are embiggened and extended above her head.

The tenth one shows a chibi drawing of Danny Rand as Iron Fist in his classic suit with the yellow mask, green and yellow top, which is open in the front, showing his dragon tattoo, yellow sash, and green pants. His expression is concentrated, and he is turned slightly to the right in an attacking pose, hands balled into fists as his right hand is glowing.

The eleventh one shows a chibi drawing of Frank Castle as the Punisher, wearing his trademark skull shirt and a long black leather coat. He is looking angry, facing the viewer, arms extended in front of him, a gun in each hand.

The twelfth one shows a chibi drawing of Kate Bishop as Hawkeye in her purple outfit with the quiver slung over her shoulder and her purple glasses in her hair. Her body is facing the viewer, but she is turned completely to the left, expression one of concentration, as she bends a bow.

End ID.]

Horse moment

Its my new truesona or smth ig

[Image id: A semi chibi digital drawing of an anthro takhi character ontop of a simple yellow background. The character is reddish-brown with off white face markings and dark brown mane, tail, and neck stripes. They are wearing an unzipped red and white jacket, teal shirt, and blue jeans. Their hands are in their jacket pockets and have a neutral expression. End id]

sleepxiety ♡

[image description: chibi art of virgil sanders and sleep/remy, virgil is sitting down and wearing a purple shirt with a stormcloud on it and a dark purple suspender skirt, remy is leaning against virgil and pointing at something off screen, wearing a leather jacket, light blue shirt, and jeans, along with sunglasses]

Cold Raindrops

  Mammon x Gn! reader Slight suggestive towards the end

 “Can’t we stay till it stops raining?” Mammon Looked back at the store owner. She simply shook her head while motioning her hands in a sweeping motion.

   “No, we are close. Now get out,” She shoo’ed us off like stray cats. As soon as we left the shop I heard the clicking of her locking the doors. 

   “What,” I took a deep breath as the cold air swept across my skin. “Now,” Frost blowing passed my lips. I crossed my arms, wrapping my hands around my upper arms. The wind blowing droplets onto my cheeks. Who knew devildom could get so cold. 

“I dunno,” Mammon shrugged. His eyes gazing at me for second. “Think we could run home?” I shook my head.

  “It’s to heavy to walk in,” I stuck my hand out for a second. Water instantly coating my hand. I retrecated my hand. “What if we wait there?” I used my head to point towards a small ally way. My body shivering slightly. 

   “I was just about to say that” Mammon smirked a little. He glanced at me again and sighed. “Here,” He mumbled taking his jacket off. “It’s n-not really made for the cold but it should do,” he murmured while tossing his jacket over my shoulders. I watched as he did so. His hands laid on both of my shoulders. “d-don’t look at me like that. It’s annoying to hear ya teeth chattering,” He looked away, his tan cheeks a slight hue of red. With his hands still on my shoulders he motioned us towards the small alleyway. Mammon almost reluctantly removed his hands from my shoulders to scoot away. His white hair looking gray-ish as it was damped. The water dripped onto his face. Mammon stuck his hands into the pocket of his jeans. Without warning he shook his head. Water spewing everywhere especially onto me.

   “hey,” I chuckled, backing up slightly. I looked at over mammon exposed skin. His thin uncovered arms shoved into his pockets. “Are you not cold?” My voiced laced with a hint of uncertainness.

   “No, Im a demon remember. Our bodies aren’t so weak,” he tittered. I hummed in response. My eyebrows raised for a second in an almost sarcastic manner. The raindrops hitting the concert ground filled the silence between us. The low sound of erratic gust of wind occasionally tuning out the rain drops. Without much thought I scooted closer to mammon, until our shoulders touched. “w-what are ya doin?” Mammon tried to look annoyed but the light dust spreading on his face told another story.

   “s-sorry,” The cold atmosphere causing me to stammer on my words. “You’re jacket really isn’t made for cold weather,” I snickered at my own remark. I laid my head onto Mammon shoulder basking in the heat radiating off his body. Mammon wrapped an arm around my shoulder pulling me closer. My hands tightening around my upper arms. “This suck,” I whispered to myself, even though Mammon heard me clearly. 

   “Yea, I was gonna ask ya out today too,” Mammon huffed, not even recognizing what he said. Until I looked up at him asking his what he meant

“N-nothing,” His eyes stayed focus on the ground. 

   “like a date?” I snuggled closer into mammon. My eyes practically glued to his face. He opened his mouth to presumably speak but nothing came out. His blue eyes looked up at me. A slight hint of blue glistened under his iris. The tip of his hair tickling my forehead all while water dripped down my cheek. His attention completely on me. 

   “y-yea,” Mammon put his hands in his jacket pocket. I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled something out. “Which is why I got ya this,” He held up a keychain. It was a chibi version of himself holding a small pink sheep. “I had it custom made. Which was a hell of alot of grim. Ya’know how hard it is to save?” Mammon joked slightly. “I was gonna give it to ya during our picnic date,” Mammon reached for one of my hands.

   “Picnic?” I repeated.

   “Yea, since I used all my grim on this,” He placed the key chain in the palm of my hand. I looked down at my hand, admiring the keychain. Then I looked back up at Mammon. As our eyes met something seem to almost spark. I was drawn to his gaze. I felt like even if I wanted, I wouldn’t be able to look away. “I needed a free alternative. I cooked all the food,” Mammon eyes twitched around as he looked at every inch of my face. “Asmo suggested I cooked it,” Mammon spoke mindlessly I placed my free hand on the back of Mammon neck pulling him closer. I could feel my heartbeat speed up. My palms feeling slightly sweaty. Even though it was still raining and cold it felt warm. Like a sultry summer day with sunlight beaming onto me. Mammon eyes grew only for split second, nearly unnoticeable. 

   “You know,” I spoke with a teasing tone. “I’ve always had a crush on you,” 

“R-really,” Mammon stuttered on his words.

   “How could I not have a crush on the great Mammon,” I pulled him closer to me. Our lips now only inches apart “Afterall you were always their-” Mammon cut me off, closing the remaining space between the two of us. His hands fell gently upon my hips. His lips moving against mine only for a second. He pulled away almost as quicky as he had initiated the kiss. I batted my lashed while I watched him closely. A smile covering my cheeks. Almost as if we read each other minds we went in for another kiss. Of course, Mammon went in for another kiss. His greed ached at his skin for more-more of you. Anything you were willing to give he would completely devour without complaints. Even if it was only your tongue sliding against his. Maybe His greed was starting to affect me as well. After all, I was kissing Mammon like my lifeline. My arms draped over his shoulders. The tips of my fingers meeting behind him. HIs feet shuffled underneath me as he leaned me on a nearby wall. His hands traveling down my body, stopping on my thighs. Mammon pulled away. I leaned my head backed against the brick wall. I huffed trying to catch my breath. My lungs fighting for any air they could gather. “This would be in a romance novel if we were standing in the rain,” I simpered. 

   “yea,well” Mammon spoke between small gasp. it’s not all that romantic to be soaked,” Mammon leaned his head against mines. Mammon kissed my temple, his lips moving down my jaw. 

   “Ew,” Satan voice echoed through the alleyway. Satan looked at us with an nauseated expression. Mammon quickly backed up from me, his cheeks practically glowing at this point. I stood off the wall and ran my hands down my outfit trying to get rid of any wrinkles. As if it was hiding evidence even Satan had already caught us. I felt like a child caught sneaking snacks.

   “uh- hey Satan,” I waved my hand with a awkward smile. 

ref sheets for the emo boys :3

[ID: two digital reference sheets for human characters in a semi-chibi style. both have a name at the top middle, an info panel down the rest of the middle, a large drawing of the character on one side, and four smaller drawings of the character on the other side, each wearing different outfits. the first ref is labeled "pascal" and has a red background. he has very fair skin, and spiky jet black hair with fringe that hangs into his left eye, with long pieces on the sides. his visible eye is hazel, and has two lower eyelashes. he is wearing several layers of black and dark-colored clothing, including a vest, green graphic tee, fingerless gloves, black ripped jeans, and checkered shoes. the four alternate outfits are: 1. a leather jacket over a violet hoodie with worn dark jeans, 2. a red bandanna, striped armwarmers, two belts, a denim vest, and ripped blue jeans, 3. a black graphic tee over a striped turtleneck and black skinny jeans, and 4. a violet and checkered hat, kandi bracelets, a tank top with a magenta broken heart design over a blue tee, and cargo bondage pants with hanging suspenders. the panel in the middle provides the info: "male (cisgender), white, he/him, bi, 22 years old, 5 foot 9, thin," as well as style notes and interests. the second ref is labeled "reese" and has a teal background. he has very fair skin, and smooth jet black hair with fringe that hangs into his right eye, cut fairly short. his visible eye is turquoise, with rough black makeup on the lower edge, and a purpley toned eyelid giving him a somewhat sad or tired appearance. he also has pierced ears. he is wearing tight clothes with mostly grayscale colors, including a choker, rubber wristbands, a black wide-neck graphic tee tied into a crop top, and ripped black skinny jeans with a white belt. the four alternate outfits are: 1. a black hoodie with ripped black jeans, 2. a gray graphic tee with an asymmetrical neckline, ripped black short-shorts, red high-tops, bracelets and a choker, 3. a black graphic tank-top and red low-rise jeans, and 4. a black and red turtleneck, a lock necklace. gray ripped jeans, and knee-high sneakers. the panel in the middle provides the info: "male (complicated), white, he/him, queer, 21 years old, 5 foot 10, thin," as well as style notes and interests. /end ID]

my gf commissions art of Piqati and Yumeji and i jump up and down on my bed clapping like a fucking ape and go batshit cuz GODDDDD THEYRE SO CUTE

drawn by vannmelon.png on insta :3

ID: Two fully-coloured digital drawings of chibi characters. The first image depicts an Inuk boy who has brown skin and medium-length brown hair, with traditional tattoos on his hands and the corner of his lips. He wears a red letterman jacket, a yellow shirt, jeans, and red converse shoes. He looks off to the side and sticks his tongue out, pointing playfully at his sharp teeth. The second image depicts a Japanese boy who has pale skin and long black hair. He wears a black turtleneck, a white jacket, a golden necklace, black pants and black dress shoes. He stares at the viewer with an open-mouthed smile and cheekily points a kitchen knife towards his cheek. Both of them have white hearts in their eyes. The background of the first image is a light blue with a white box in the middle. The second image’s background is the same, but in a light purple. End ID.

when yall people headcanon adult/teen dipper as like this softboy youre all literally so wrong. adult/teen dipper would not be cute or sweet he would be a nightmare and a menace. he would be a regular on r/askreddit. he would eat 1 (one) edible when he's 16 and then put "stoner" in his social media bios until he's 30 and actually smokes weed and hates it. the only thing stopping him from using 4chan in this day and age is the alt-right pipeline and he regularly converses with incels on reddit "just to understand their viewpoint." he listens exclusively to abba until he's thirteen and discovers radiohead and suddenly he goes down a pipeline and listens to my bloody valentine and the smashing pumpkins and the mountain goats and maybe a little bit of nine inch nails but only year zero and the popular songs because he pretends to be pretentious but in reality he plays the five nights at freddy's song on repeat. adult/teen dipper wears flannel but not in a cute way because he's the kind of person who believes jackets only need to be washed biannually and also horrible graphic tees. you know the ones. mabel got him into homestuck and he only reads it to post horrible theories on reddit like ARE MOM AND BRO THE SAME PERSON???? HERE'S PROOF!!! he watches matpat and thinks it equates to leftist theory. He is not a funko pop collecter i will give him that but he does own like three. he completely unironically plays magic the gathering and yugioh. he shows up to conventions with mabel and she's dressed in incredibly elaborate cosplay. but he is wearing literally nothing but jeans, a hoodie that smells like gender dysphoria incarnate, and a shirt he stole from ford that says "MATHLETES CHAMP '77" because there was literally nothing even remotely clean in his own collection of horrible graphic tees. and they're all posters for horrible sci-fi movies he likes unironically, shirts that say things like "SARCASM IS MY THIRD LANGUAGE (KLINGON IS MY SECOND)" and he legitimately thinks they make him cool and even mabel has no appriciation for them. you people also have the wrong headcanon of adult/teen MABEL. she has seventeen piercings, and horrible tacky tattoos. every time she gets a new boyfriend she gets it tattooed on her arm and never stops doing this so by the time she's 40 her arm looks like RYAN JORDAN MICHAEL JEROME KYLE KARKAT (she dated a homestuck fan she met at a convention and regrets it) and she thinks to herself maybe that was a bad idea. while dipper is pretentious despite having NOTHING to be pretentious about, mabel listens to artists with 3 followers on soundcloud that are just cartoon sound fx remixes and she is in no way pretentious about it because she's also a diehard kesha fan. she probably dresses like a mix between a fairy-kei girl and nicki minaj, but will settle for less when the need for practicality arises. she is an unironic juggalo. she got dipper into homestuck and was an og rosemary shipper despite being straight. she is the camp hetero. she probably pokes holes in literally everything to attach earring backs to them. she does art commisions online of chibi boys because she's desperate for money. she wouldn't make fun of anyone for being into stuff she thinks is mildly lame. but only because she's saving all that rudeness for dipper because they both know he deserves it. but she would punch a neonazi. no hesitation. give the girl some credit. anyway those are my horrible horrible headcanons. and post.

Romney marsh ram fashion kit for anon

button up, knit sweater, grey tee, black tee, blue jeans, grey jeans, black jeans, lined jean jacket, black jean jacket

bracelets, belt, boots, ewe pin, chibi earrings

what do you mean i didn’t “work on my ocs story“ today i literally thought about them.

(oslo uses he/him, mandy uses they/them, benji uses he/they)

[ID: three digital drawings of tumblr user frootbyethefoot’s ocs. the first image shows mandy born standing still with their hands in their hoodie pockets. as well as a smaller mandy laying down with their feet in the air on a laptop with bits of paper surrounding them. mandy born is a tall, white person with long, messy dark brown hair. they wear a scarf with the colors of the lesbian flag, a dark purple, striped hoodie, long flannel pajama pants, and red sneakers in the first image. the outfit is the same in the smaller doodle, with green shorts instead of pants.

the second drawing shows mandy born and an unnamed white woman with short, blonde hair in a bob. mandy looks distressed and is saying, “its so over...” while the unnamed woman has their hands in the air and an evil expression on her face saying, “WERE SO BACK!”

the final drawing are three chibi references for ocs. the first is oslo vandi, a black man with long locs. he is wearing orange glasses and has stubble. he is wearing a dark green jacket with a fur hood. he is wearing brown pants with yellow circles around the knees, and dark brown shoes. he has his hands in his jackets pockets and looks happy. mandy looks the same as previously described, with again, green shorts. they look on edge. last is benji fleye, a short, fat white man with black hair wrapped in a long ponytail. he has freckles all over his body, as well as a burn scar on right side of their head, and right arm. they have a small mustache and beard. he is wearing a white shirt with a reddish orange starburst on it. they have a flannel jacket wrapped around their waist, dark blue, ripped jeans, and red sneakers. he is waving towards the viewer and seems happy.]