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I’m on a roll today! Converted these from crispsandkerosene​’s conversions of mounted heads from TSM and TS3. So all credit goes to them.

I didn’t include any recolors though, as I liked the default ones just fine. EXCEPT for T Rex, he has 3 colors. Red, brown, and green. That was a little nod to try and make up for the annoying teeth glitch on him, I couldn’t get transparency to work ingame, so he has screwed up teeth. All of the heads are separate, so if you want some and not the others you can pick and choose. Feel free to recolor these/convert the other colors I was too lazy to convert. 

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when i wake up

I saw this prompt on phanfic so all credit goes to them lol. 

Idk I just really feel like writing phanfiction today bear with me. 

This song {Afraid by The Neighbourhood} is one of my favorites so yay. 

I hope you enjoy! Remember that my request page is always open. 

Word count: 759 (IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: anxiety mentions 

Extra Tags: Comfort

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Phil had always told me that he would be here for me no matter what. That I would always have a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to at 3 am about whatever my mind was stuck on. And it’s not that I didn’t believe him, because I did. He proved his point several times, but I couldn’t help but still feel like I was annoying him to no end. My mind keeps telling me things like “Why would anyone volunteer to deal with your bullshit?” and “You’re too mean to Phil, he doesn’t actually like you. He just pities you.” which gets pretty overwhelming.

It also makes me think about the fact that one day I might wake up and Phil won’t be here. He’ll be off with someone else, his new, better, best friend, or maybe his fiancee. Someone who will replace me and he’ll be happier with. Sometimes I wish he would replace me, but then I realize that I wouldn’t be able to survive without him.

Phil is both my kryptonite and my saving grace. It’s pathetic, really, how much I depend on him to calm me down when I have anxiety attacks, or how well I sleep when he’s next to me.

I’m so needy, and not just lately. It makes me wonder why we even started talking in the first place, all those years ago. It’s been over five years, he’s had plenty of chances to leave me, why didn’t he? That’s the real question. There’s nothing special about me, no matter what he says.

When I wake up I’m terrified that he’s gone, and that isn’t healthy. Not for me, for him, for anyone. Every time I’m slightly mean to him, if I snap at him or I took a joke too far I’m afraid that he’ll realize everything that’s going on in my head and actually will leave.

I keep repeating the same thing over and over, but it’s true. I’m nothing without Phil, absolutely nothing.

I heard a knock on the bathroom door and Phil’s voice.

“Are you quite done in there?” He asked, and I checked my phone to see that, yep, I’d been in the bath for nearly two hours. Shit.

“Yeah sorry, I lost track of time. I’ll be out in a second!” I said in a rushed voice, grabbing my clothes and throwing them on quickly. I pulled the drain in the tub and opened the door to see a very sweaty Phil, who’d just gotten back from running or something.

I don’t know whether my eyes were red and puffy or he just knew me too well, as he almost instantly asked if I was okay.

I just shook my head because what was the point of lying to him?

“I’ll tell you about it after you clean up.” I said, giving him a small smile and leaving.

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About 20 minutes later Phil came into our lounge, placed two mugs down and grabbed me into a hug.

“What’s wrong, bear?” He said finally, pulling away slightly so he could look at my face. I kind of regretted saying something, I didn’t want to bother Phil with anything, ever.

So I sat down.

It didn’t take him long to sit with me.

And I broke down.

I completely and utterly broke down.

And he just….listened….for so long. While I ranted/sobbed he just sat there listening, not saying a word, and rubbed small circles into the back of my hand with his thumb.

“Well you know what I think?” He finally spoke up.

“I think that you are the most beautiful, talented, funny, educated, articulate person I know. You have such a good heart in that body of yours. You constantly inspire people, including myself, every single day. I’ll never be able to put into words how much I love you, how much your viewers love you, our friends, your family, because there is simply no phrase to describe it. I’ll do absolutely anything for you. You are my sun, my moon, my stars, the reason I get up in the morning, my everything. And you shouldn’t ever have to worry about anything that contradicts that.” Phil was now crying as well, which made me cry even more.

But the only thing I was able to choke out was “Really?”

He laughed a little and cupped my cheek, bringing his lips to meet mine. We stayed like that for a while, lazily making out on the couch.

“Really.”

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Here is yet another lovely little group, this time its the violent, the beautiful, and the scared little family of demons~ I made all of these cuties/hotties transparent for all your needs of these lovely demons~  All credit goes to Mogeko-san for the pictures, and since I made them transparent, it would be nice if you would credit me if you plan to use them!~

also for some reason, chishibuki’s hair was being extremely stubborn, so her hair is slightly transparent, but that doesn’t take away from her stunning beauty!~ Seriously, how did Gyakuten get so lucky to marry such a beautiful person? Also quick fun fact, Chikemuri happens to have an allergy to humans. He’s such a cutie, isn’t he?~

I’ll admit, Hanten and Chikemuri have some hot parents-

Mogeko-San’s site—> http://funamusea.com/

I found this on the internet claiming to be manly, Cancer-themed neck jewelry

and

okay

I bet on Alternia, awkward symbol combinations are the equivalent of horrible relationship namesmooshes and/or doodling “MR [YOUR NAME] [YOUR CRUSH’S SURNAME]” in your schoolfeeding binders surrounded by little hearts (or clubs or whatever. trolls).

and one time everyone is bored and that is when Dave walks in on Karkat grimacing in concentration and gouging a fist-enclosed pencil across a book like Karkat still thinks paper is stone-tablet and chisel type technology, gotta carve your grocery list down before the barbarians attack and pillage your alphabet

Karkat has been trying to combineand and coming up with variations on the above squiggles, which is absolutely the best thing that has happened to Dave all afternoon.

holy shit dude, Dave says as he yoinks the book away.

did you just draw an entire page of human sperm

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