sometimes a family looks like three traumatized women and a brain that talks

HELLO!!!!! recently went insane thinking about @zeezu-ix 's Triple☆S au so i drew em~~ (hope you dont mind the @ ehehfekwjkfjhslkjdh) i wanna draw more later but i am tired LMAO

your honor they're everything

something something comfort characters but the vibes somehow match

anyway here's art I won't delete c:

// ok ok if ur an ask blog and ur open for interacts can u reply to this post cuz ill make openers :3

don't know how to format this post so welcome to waterfall is craving things and she doesn't know if it's more h-rny or lonely so enjoy a little snippet of what is playing on loop in my mind~

Person A: tshhieew!

Person B: Bless you, poor little thing~

Person A: I'm- eshh'iew! tschh- kngt'shhew! I'm not little!

Person B: Even if you aren't, your sneezes sure are~

Person A, blushing: No they're- eh'tnshiew! aeshh'iee!

Person B, with a smirk: What a poor, sneezy little thing~

Is Error in one of the Teams Or is he a loney guy?

And what does everyone fears/likes the most?

Killer: i like Nightmare (platonically) and i fucking hate paintbrushes Cross: oh, i fear cows and like tacos and chocolate. the only thing i like more than these two things was beating the shit out of Ink. it was funny and worth the scars Dust: abandonment Dust: … Dust: … Dust: i like…d Dust: …when Cross beat the shit out of Ink

(Horror likes making nests out of blankets/pillows and fears not having a steady food source. Currently taking a well-deserved nap.)

i think its weird that i have to make this disclaimer but the internet is crazy so wtvr,, anyway,,

if i say i dont like something, that doesnt mean "that thing is bad and nobody should post it.."

i swear literally every time i even mention that i dislike something, people will go "wow does that mean u fucking hate me cuz i post that thing? ur a fucking stupid bitch and all ur opinions r wrong" LIKE ?? er.. no. just because i say i dont like certain characterizations of certain characters (the saiki k fandom is CRAZY about this cuz i can state an opinion on literally any character and a group of people will still go 'well only we're allowed to post our opinions about them because we're always right!1!1!'), or certain ship tropes (mentioned my hatred of toxic yaoi maybe once or twice on here months ago and people STILL get mad at me as if i said toxic yaoi lovers r evil or something), or certain ships, or WHATEVER, does not mean that i HATE the people who are posting them or that i think they shouldnt post them at all, NO, im just posting about my personal tastes on my personal blog and it would be extremely weird and hypocritical if i decided that i was the ONLY person that was allowed to do that,,

i think the only reason people assume that is because there are a lot of other people on here who ARE like that, and a lot of people toe the line between posting that they dont like something and posting that they think everyone who likes that thing is stupid, annoying, and wrong,, so i guess all i can say is, sorry for whatever made you make these assumptions but they arent true about me so plz leave me alone ʘ‿ʘ ur doing the same thing to me that ur accusing me of but i didnt do it in the first place so ur just actively being a dick for no reason

some sketches i did recently

just so that everyone is aware, @bigdumbbambieyes has the best ideas!!!

mermaids heather and chrissy have got their hands on a washed up sailor. robin is theirs now <3

inspo image

When he manages to force his eyes open, the man grunts, wheezes, and tries to shove himself upright. The room spins. His head is pounding. His vision swims. A moan sneaks out as he shuts his eyes tight. He forces himself to sit up. Someone says something he can’t quite make out. It feels like he’s being held underwater. He can barely think. It’s almost like before, except he’s under a thick blanket, and Jake is curled up against his side, warm and soft and present, grounding him in the now.

“Daddy?”

Bonnie’s voice is small and scared. It makes his chest ache. “I’m right here, pumpkin,” he tries to say, but it comes out all slurred and garbled and wrong. He can hear his youngest hiccup and sniffle, and then her small hand is on his left arm. He bends his head to press his cheek against it. “‘S gonna be okay.” Everything hurts too much to smile, but he can still lie.

Bonnie is careful now, in a way she never is. She wraps her arms around his neck cautiously instead of throwing herself against his chest. He rubs her back and tries to open his eyes again.

“You scared us,” she whispers. She wipes her nose on her forearm and curls up in her father’s lap. “Little Destiny said you weren’t gonna wake up.”

Fuzzy memories come back into focus. Little Destiny… Big Destiny’s daughter. Jay’s… girlfriend? …Something. His oldest son had professed his love for her, and that was enough.

He wants to reassure his daughter, but the words slip between his fingers and claw, and out of reach entirely. “‘S okay,” he manages to mumble, and gives her a gentle, albeit somewhat shaky squeeze.

tumblr glitched and spared you all the most heated rant of my entire hoa fandom tenure

Starting off 2024 with Nilou <3