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That one TikTok audio....
I do the "ignore how lazy it looks near the end" but the other way around
THE LITTLE BABIES LOOK AT THEM AHHHHH
The little babys 💖💖
Puella snd Dulciter is the @mary-cross
I'll like BKDK art if I think the art is good and the way they portray the ship isn't cringe and unrealistic. Like suttle hints of it is fine. But if I see another "femboy Deku, Bad boy Bakugo" I'ma fucking kill myself.
He aint gonna tell u whats wrong for another deacde and a half
This is the redraw I promised! It reads “woah I’m back “ “why haven’t you been drawing me ?!” “Cause she’s been drawing me!” “Why you I’m way more funny!” “Nooooooo!” “Ha!” “You still like me right ?” “ right?” If you read my previous post you’ll know who th characters are!
These are some my old comic strips and a dog that looks like it’s moaning🤨. The two Oswald ones are not mine I just copied them they are from the tumblr ask Oswald. The other ones are with my old old old oc’s moon pool and Luna I’ll post a redraw I did of moonpool with my new oc nightdevil.(and if you know where I got the name moonpool good for you :) also I absolutely hated Mickey Mouse and Ron Weasley when I made these.
Funny story actually about my home boy Ozzie, I learned about him like four or so years ago when I was a cringe little over obsessive bacteria bag. I was like omg a game that’s Disney at the library for my old cold Xbox 360 I brought it home and played it for months I beat that game like 10 times it was epic Mickey 2. Literally never played the first game never knew the game existed and made it my personality for YEARS. I have so much cringe art of that game in my house and I just look back on it and say “ wow… no wonder people thought I was cringe and weird” and to this day I still know literally all the history about Oswald the lucky rabbit because of how cringe I was. But to this day he is still my home boy but I was cringe (I still probably am cringe).
Honestly i really wanna make a sam and max fan game where something happens (idk what) but include old characters (like the Geek, Lorne (the friend for lifeee) , Etc...) And maybe even make new characters but idk i sadly cant code ;-;
maybe make it pixelated to give it htr vibes
WE NEED MORE SAM AND MAX!
If anyone is willing to do that i wanna help u with the storyline/plot or maybe make me be the beta tester pls
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*insert Nikes or something idk*
Red Lipstick
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Pairing: Ryan Magee x Reader
Summary: Ryan realizes that he doesn't hate Makeup that much
Warning: None
A/N: The first time writing Fanfiction in a looong time so I hope it is not as bad
He felt uncomfortable seeing her with a full red lip for the first time.
Usually he loved to feel her kisses on his body but now there was a certain unease filling the air.
She looked stunning of course, it would be foolish of him not to admit to that, yet he couldn't help the fear of her kissing him like this.
"How do I look?"
He scoffed internally, what kind of question even was that? How could a literal goddess be concerned about her looks?
Ryan merely gave an awkward but reassuring smile and muttered something about her "not looking too bad". Affection wasn't his strong suit so to speak.
The playful smile plastered onto her cherry red lips eased his mind. He was always scared she wouldn't catch up on his weird way of complimenting, scared she might think that he didn't love her when that couldn't be more far from the truth.
And the she walked toward him.
Putting her arms around his neck, her lips were only mere inches away from his face and when she leaned in, he flinched away. Immediately regretting it when he saw a little glimmer of hurt in her eyes.
He had never told her about it.
"Sorry I-" he started, not really knowing how to continue yet she waited patiently. She could have just gone off on him, what a terrible boyfriend denied his girlfriend a simple kiss? But she stood there, visibly hurt but waiting, giving him the time he needed to think.
Her perfume was intoxicating, further clogging his mind, he wanted, no, needed to kiss her so bad, have her hands up in his hair, if he just wasn't so uncomfortable with the sensation of how that lipstick would feel on his skin.
"I just-" he closed his eyes, trying to stop the thoughts continously coming into his mind.
"I don't really like how makeup feels on my skin.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to flinch"
And then she simply smiled and hugged him closer to her.
Ryan couldn't understand himself and why right then and there his eyes watered. It really wasn't a big deal, he didn't have a trauma or deadly phobia but maybe it was just the gentleness that got to him.
"May I kiss you once though? I'll wipe it off immediately" she gestured to a napkin she pulled out of her purse.
Still feeling uneasy, he slowly nodded, closing his eyes as she got closer to him.
The kiss she planted on his jaw felt weird, it was gentle, warm and yet the lipstick felt weird on his skin, he felt how it sticked to him.
Resisting the urge to wipe it off with his hand, he simply looked at her expactantly. She raised her hand and just as she was about to wipe the stain off of his jaw she sighed for a second, earing a confused look from Ryan.
"It's a shame, you look beautiful like this"
"You can do another one"
He didn't know what came over him but he thought that for her he would stick through the uncomfortable sensation. He would do anything for her.
Suddenly he felt her lips on his neck, her kiss sending shivers down his spine, letting him feel things that weren't ideal when you were invited to a dinner party in just a few minutes.
Her dreamy sigh at the sight of him colored him curious. Ignoring his inital fear he walked over to the mirror, holding her hand.
And then something inside him changed.
Her lipstick, a little smeared but still clearly on his jaw and neck, indicating exactly what she did with him and where.
Thoughts of her lipstick all over his white shirt that he had specifically picked out for today clouded his mind, he wanted her to mark him up and he couldn't even understand why he suddenly felt this way.
"You like it?" She smirked
Ryan turned to her, more shy than he had ever been before.
"More?"
Now it was her turn to be surprised but in a matter of seconds, her lips were on his skin once again and he looked at the two of them in the mirror. She held his head in with both of her hands, one tracing his jawline with a featherlight touch and her hot breath on his skin made him feel lightheaded and as if his knees would give in at any moment now.
His button up was colored red at the collar already and then she kissed him on the lips, long and wanting for more.
They probably wouldn't make it on time anymore.
As they released from each other, gasping for air , he stole another look at himself in the mirror.
Maybe he could excuse lipstick from now on.
I made a meme! (I think...)
Oh boy I'm bored...
*it's supposed to say the last of (her) ice cream...
I know I'm late to this. But:
The fact people complitely forget how Ava/Kris turned out to be into cp "art" and only use this information as another excuse to be transphobic towards her is gross af.
"Why do you always feel so guilty after eating?"
Meanwhile my YT reccomendations:
"WHAT I EAT IN A DAY AS A FAT PERSON CRINGE COMPILATION🐷🐷🐷"
"FAT ACCEPTANCE CRINGE 💀"
"BODY POSITIVE ACTIVISTS ARE DYING"
He's just like me fr
"I wish mom would bake me pies instead of my face"
help i really have a problem of naming my stories after songs 😭😭 (pls dont search up the sakus fic, its the cringiest thing youll ever read)
cringemaxxing at the examination hall
Anoda fani daialog (Another funny dialoge)
Swapfell: Brother, can swapfell (refereing to swapfell red sans) stay over? Swapfell (the brother): No Swapfell (the red): I’m staying over *grabs swapfell’s hand and runs upstairs* Swapfell (the red): *Shuts doors and curtains* Tonight *last curtain closes for dramatic effect* Tonight I’m teaching you what no one has before... ... Swapfell (the red): and that’s how you brush your teeth without using your limbs, it seems useless now but when the goverment demands our limbs to experiment on our especies, you’ll thank me for having the most gleaming teeth in monsterkind
Fani daialog (funny dialog)
Swapfell red: Good morning and welcome to the 2nd Swapfell AU reunion. Thank you swapfell for hosting this event.
Swapfell purple: You’re welcome.
Swapfell red: For the ones who weren’t present last time, in this reunions we talk and suggest different strategies to CONQUER THE MULTIVERSE. Now, we have a lot of people confirm that they were coming, but it seems some of them didn’t make it, so I’ll take list... Swapfell? ok, Swapfell? You’re there, Swapfell? hm. Swapfell? a-hah, yes, Swapfell? ... ... ... ... ... Swapfell? ok, Swa- Utotale? No? Not here? What a shame, that guy was cool, Swapfell? Ok I know you’re here, and you too... our live bait?
Swap: *tied to a plastic chair* MHMM! MMM
Swapfell purple: Hey quiet down, this is a secret reunion, you know?
Swap: MHMHHHMHHHMHM
Swapfell red: Hey give him your brother’s calm down juice.
Swapfell purple: Sure *Hits Swap with a bottle of pepsi*
Swapfell red: Everyone knows were to hide incase someone comes in right? Ok, so let’s begin our reunion, swapfell, Genereate distractions, this is extremely confidential.
Swapfell purple: *grabs the speaker and hangs it in the lamp*
Speaker: *plays ten hours of someone coughing violently*
CRINGETOBER DAY 2 - TSUNDERE
YAYAYA ANOTHER FINISHED ONE
Goldfish and Turtle (An Art Assignment from Last Year. Yes. Art.)
Keywords used to make the paragraph:
French
Spain
Scooter
Highway
Dying/Die/Died
Turtle
Paint/Painting
Falling/Fell/Fall
There once was a French Goldfish from Spain. The Goldfish was on its scooter on the highway. There was a turtle sleeping on the road. Thankfully the highway was empty. The Goldfish stopped its scooter to wake up The Turtle but he almost got run over and died. The Goldfish asked The Turtle why they were sleeping on the highway. The Turtle responded saying that they were painting the lines on the highway and fell asleep.
This is the paragraph that my class came up with as a ‘poem’. I mean- maybe it’s a poem. But I decided to turn this into a poem under my definition of a poem. I also added the goldfish dying at the end of the poem because there were two kids in my class that were basically making the poem for everyone and were trying to get the goldfish to die at the end of the poem. The art teacher (who is really nice and let me rewrite the paragraph) didn’t want to kill off the goldfish, so it was basically a stalemate. I fixed the poem to include the goldfish dying but peacefully (compromising is something I breathe at this point). Here is the poem though. I wrote a draft of this out on paper at first before typing it, so for the sake of my hand please read it.
The Goldfish and the Turtle
There once was a French Goldfish from Spain
They went on the highway riding on a scooter in the plains
A turtle with a shell so green it was jade
Was spotted by the French Goldfish sleeping on the highway lane.
Twas luck that the highway was empty, the Goldfish thought, That the turtle didn’t die.
For who would sleep on a highway,
Where the danger of getting hit was apparent even at day!
This was made even clearer for the Goldfish
Who scootered towards the turtle’s way
When suddenly a car flew by
And nearly squished the Goldfish flat!
When he finally approach the turtle
The Goldfish just had to ask
“Why are you sleeping on the road?
Aren’t you afraid of getting squished flat?”
The Turtle the stirred at the sound
And woe, to his peaceful nap!
Now he was awake, there was no going back!
“What do you want, goldfish, so badly
That you interrupted my nap?!
I’ve done nothing to you,
Not a single scratch!”
The Goldfish repeated his question
And the Turtle sighed and replied:
“I was painting the lines of this road,
Which is quite a tough job,
The sun beating upon my shell,
Meant woe to my health!
I was tired and laid down, and next thing I knew,
I was awoken from my nap by you!”
The Goldfish nodded as the information was revealed
And offered his assistance to the Turtle for the day
And soon the highway was completely painted
Drying in the day.
The Goldfish soon left
Biding the turtle farewell
Riding to a lonely house
Where they painted the scene
Which he thinks back to
Year after year behind the scenes
This story was quite the inspirational tale!
When he finally was on his deathbed
Once again, the Goldfish thinks
“The Turtle was an interesting lad”
Before he fell into a never ending sleep.
I can almost feel myself losing my idea of what to write when it came to the Goldfish’s death. I hope this was a satisfactory ending. I honestly really wanted to write this because, well, why not? It was still a fun project.
You can send a message here or on Instagram💖
YEAAAAH porf in, es que, tengo hambre jdsdjsd
I want to sincerely thank you all for the support you've given me.
I'm opening a limited number of commission slots, just a few, because I want to complete everything in less than 3 weeks.
I hope those who are interested can grab a spot — each drawing is made with lots of love 💖
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Prayer to the gods AU good ending?
You have no idea how much I liked this AU asjsjas a little bit of its lore, because yes sdicndscds
Bunny special!
Well, here it is, the post to celebrate 300 followers in a row on Tumblr and 200 on Instagram
Emh I hope you like it, thank you very much for the support and for following the drawings of this schizophrenic person, I love you very, very much💖
Little Dulciter belongs to my dear wifey @mary-cross
Holis, duda, entonces, por lo que entendíendo Abel perdió a su hija, pero que hubiera pasado si no la hubiera perdido? Cómo se mirara Irem de grande?
AAAAAAhhh what a great question, it's taking me some time to answer, especially because I wanted to shape the story.
Abel did lose his daughter, but if he had managed to save her, the story still has to fulfill the prophecy, so Abel and Narinder would use the prophecy to their advantage.
In this case, Irem would be a young woman with a strong and determined personality, a leader. She would have an impeccable education and would be the one in charge of the island along with Caleb's (Goat) children.
The three of them were raised by Abel and would be the ones in power until Narinder arrives. He would be killing the bishops under Abel's orders, but no one other than the two of them knows
I don't know, I just invented a whole story in my head HAHSJFJDJDJSJSJA
Español: Que buena pregunta, me tomo tiempo contestar, más, porque quería darle forma a la historia.
Abel si perdió a su hija, pero si este la hubiera logrado salvar, la historia tiene que cumplir la profecía, así que Abel y Narinder, utilizarían la profecía a su favor, en este caso, Irem sería una joven con personalidad fuerte, decidida, una líder.
Ella tendría una educación impecable y es la que se encargaría de la isla junto con los hijos de Caleb (Goat), los tres, fueron criados por Abel, siendo los que estarían en el poder, hasta que llega Narinder. Este estaría matando a los obispos, bajo las ordenes de Abel, pero nadie más que ellos dos lo saben.
No sé, yo en mi cabeza me inventé toda una historia iekfkskd
The orange stain belongs to @mary-cross
Some time ago I did a Q&A with Abel on IG and hadn't posted it here (Swap Au)
