Mimic Has Been Sent To The Jar

stop making me look at this thing im going to be sick (@firebuug)

rips my shirt open to reveal a second shirt underneath that says I ❤️ STICKING MY FINGERS IN THE OPEN WOUND OF CATHARTIC RELEASE

alright gang looks like one of you is gonna have to fuck this calendar

A while ago on twitter I pissed off a Hohenheim parody so he beamed a migraine into my head

hi limbus tumblr. i come bearing prophecies untold.!!

it is me, the lindley guy, the linton/hindley yaoi guy...!! i come with my prophecy of linton x hindley for you all!!!!

here is an archive of Most of my linton&hindley art from my twitter... i tried to sort it in order of oldest to newest. at first i really had trouble drawing them, especially linton's hair, but eventually i got a bit more comfortable.

i also have a collection of fanfic about them on ao3! its a mix of explicit/general fics, and then one mature one that i finished for a mootie. i established their tag within the like first 24 hours of the canto being up, i am committed to the grind.

i like to play toys and draw. and this has been. a LintonEdgarFan approved post.!

🏚️ From Rubble to Renewal — Help Mohamed Rebuild a Home Full of Hope 🌿

In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

And yet, we are still here.

Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.

Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.

Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.

We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.

I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.

Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.

💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.

We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.

gofundme.com

Donate to A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Home, Rebuilding Our Lives, organized by Mohammed Altelbani

In the blink of an eye, everything we knew and loved w… Mohammed Altelbani needs your support for A Plea for Hope: Rebuilding Our Ho

Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

With all my gratitude, – Mohamed

I NEED FAUST ARMPIT SO BADLY

RAAAUUGGHHHHHHH

a WIDE array of cookie run sprite edits in a crossover with lobotomy corporation! i like to call it lobotomy bakery :)

[from top to bottom: cyborg cookie’s singing machine, pink choco’s queen of hatred, cotton candy’s melting love, zombie cookie’s nothing there, werewolf cookie’s might-be-bad wolf, cherry cookie’s little red!]

GIRL WE’RE IN THIRD TRUMPET THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE KISSING THE ANTI-CHRIST WITH TONGUE!!!!!!!!!!

How it feels to yumeship