ALL 👏🏾 OF 👏🏾 THEM 👏🏾

When you start to stir this morning, you cant help but wonder if you’re having a particularly odd dream, the stats hovering behind your eyelids, making that the only real conclusion. Opening your eyes and blinking a few times, you frown in confusion. Hanging before you in the air, are the same set of stats you could see with your eyes closed. They seem to be gaming stats of some sort, something that confuses you since, whilst you enjoy them, you rarely get the time to play them anymore, so you generally don’t dream about them. Sitting up in bed, you find the stats following you easily, somehow not obscuring your vision. You’re still convinced this might be some kind of weird dream, despite the cold slowly seeping into your feet, now that they are touching the floor. With a sigh, you try to pay attention to the stats again, deciding that you may as well fuck around with them, since its just a dream. 

Over the course of the morning, you mess with all of your stats, finding you can move them around with a brief thought. To your surprise, and delight, they seem to work, but as the day wears on, you start to realise that this might not be a dream after all. 

As you sit there, absently using your increased strength to open that jar you’ve been trying to crack into all week, you contemplate what this might mean for you. Is it permanent? How far reaching can you make this? What will you do with this kind of power? Already you’ve used your charisma to convince the crabby old landlord to give you a few more days to pay rent, a usually impossible task. You’ve used your luck and found a hundred dollars stuck in a hedge outside, and you used your intelligence stats to finish the essay that you had been stuck on all week, because you forgot all the subject matter. Luckily, no one else seems to see the small window of stats. You even figured out how to make the little window fold away to one side, almost invisible, if you weren’t already aware it was there.

A soft hiss of air interrupts your thoughts, the jar opening with surprising ease. Suddenly, your stats glow brightly the numbers increasing on each and the small letters above the stats finally draw your eyes up,something you hadn’t really paid attention to until now. You watch as the simple “Level: 1″ slowly shifts to “Level: 2″, and it dawns on you that this might just be the beginning. 

Izuku (This was posted two weeks ago on Patreon, thanks for your support!)

Another brush test! I liked this one a lot :) Fall is just around the corner.

but what if a vampire drank the blood of someone who was anemic like would they be seriously grossed out

“what the fuck is this”

“i have anemia”

“can you take something for that you should probably take something for that this shit is nasty to drink let alone have running through your body i’m setting up a doctor’s appointment for you”

You knew you should be doing something. Running, screaming, hiding, anything would have been better than nothing, but you were oh so tired. Instead you simply sat there, watching as the creature thundered closer, teeth gleaming and snarls rumbling from its throat in a terrifying declaration of intent.

It came to a stop before you, its body towering over yours and its horrifying visage twisted in a snarl, spit dripping from its open maw. Its eyes however, were what truly captured your attention. 

With a sad smile, you leaned forward, ignoring its dangerous teeth and terrifying strength, and gently bumped your forehead against its own. Despite the threat it posed, you closed your eyes, remaining there as you listened to its growls slowly fade, an understanding taking bloom within your heart.

Because its eyes were tired too.

Been a long while and no posting here. Welp, I’m back! This was a commission done for Joey on Discord, it’s his DnD character based on Fallout!

When you start to stir this morning, you cant help but wonder if you’re having a particularly odd dream, the stats hovering behind your eyelids, making that the only real conclusion. Opening your eyes and blinking a few times, you frown in confusion. Hanging before you in the air, are the same set of stats you could see with your eyes closed. They seem to be gaming stats of some sort, something that confuses you since, whilst you enjoy them, you rarely get the time to play them anymore, so you generally don’t dream about them. Sitting up in bed, you find the stats following you easily, somehow not obscuring your vision. You’re still convinced this might be some kind of weird dream, despite the cold slowly seeping into your feet, now that they are touching the floor. With a sigh, you try to pay attention to the stats again, deciding that you may as well fuck around with them, since its just a dream. 

Over the course of the morning, you mess with all of your stats, finding you can move them around with a brief thought. To your surprise, and delight, they seem to work, but as the day wears on, you start to realise that this might not be a dream after all. 

As you sit there, absently using your increased strength to open that jar you’ve been trying to crack into all week, you contemplate what this might mean for you. Is it permanent? How far reaching can you make this? What will you do with this kind of power? Already you’ve used your charisma to convince the crabby old landlord to give you a few more days to pay rent, a usually impossible task. You’ve used your luck and found a hundred dollars stuck in a hedge outside, and you used your intelligence stats to finish the essay that you had been stuck on all week, because you forgot all the subject matter. Luckily, no one else seems to see the small window of stats. You even figured out how to make the little window fold away to one side, almost invisible, if you weren’t already aware it was there.

A soft hiss of air interrupts your thoughts, the jar opening with surprising ease. Suddenly, your stats glow brightly the numbers increasing on each and the small letters above the stats finally draw your eyes up,something you hadn’t really paid attention to until now. You watch as the simple “Level: 1″ slowly shifts to “Level: 2″, and it dawns on you that this might just be the beginning. 

デルタルーン面白すぎたので鬼久しぶりに投稿です

Day 2 - Future Since Horikoshi has been foreshadowing those two as the “wonder duo” since they were in literal diapers, I thought, let’s draw them in the future, and since they’re a duo, they have to have matching outfits riiiiiiight?

So I learned a few things while making this drawing: - I’d rather staple my eyes than draw Bakugou’s hero costume ever again it’s so freaking hard oh my god - Drawing Midoriya’ face is harder than Bakugou’s costume - Deku tiny - COPY PASTE EVERYTHING. LEG. ARM. TORSO. YOU THINK YOU’RE LAZY. BE LAZIER. - Pretty lineart takes 15 hours and your soul - Color is just paint barf with your left foot in 15min because you’re fed up  - There is no way I’m gonna finish this twinstarsweek on time because I’m a fat snail

yellowbuttonmaniac‌:

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lesbianvortex‌:

I’m starting a reblog-and-tag game

Make yourself with this picrew (made by the awesome @sangled) and tag up to 8 people! I’ll start

@yume-fanfare @apocalypse–enthusiast @eva-arikuri @zayria @transboyklug @caoomi @arya-art + anyone who is in the mood!

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OH GOD OH F- I LOVE Y- AH

I don’t have a whole ton of other mutuals but these babes are cool!

@rnainframe @tearextumbles @novadly @boopidyboopidyboop @deathofamemer

@gruvu​ @skeleren​ @deathofamemer​ @nortrefuck​ @aceiou​ @mellicuelis​ @undeaddarude​ @pinkf0xy​ @hewten​ @glenny-boy​ @king-of-the-outpost​ @trashpunkz​ @plumfumble​ @spiderstitches​ @sweet-general-mayhem​ etc etc