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OH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRICK

FIVE HUNDY MY DU D E

OH FUCKIN HELL UHH






I GUESS I’LL DO AN ART THING UHH


but first– HOLY HELL I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS

I’ve only had this blog for like two and a half months– and 500+ holyyyyy shitttttt


ssorry im just

fliPPING MY SH I T

UHH OKI SO HERES THE ART STUFFS.

1st Place:

Full body drawing/ref + One of any other place’s prize (Shade optional)

2nd Place:

Headshot w/ shading and stuffs

3rd Place:

Full body drawing, pose (Unshaded)

4th Place:

Basic Full Body Drawin’

6th Place:

Smol basic art with shade

7th Place:

Basic lineart- sort of looks like a sticker tbh.


Sooo, Rules now.

Uhh just. Reblog I guesssss. EhhhhhHHHHhH


anYWA Y S


STILL FLIPPIN OUT HOLY SHET

I know my thing might be a lil shitty but wweh I almost never take things seriously-

I’m just gonna say a hella quick thanks to a few people–

@asksmolboris <<<< thESE GUYS WERE MY FIRST PROMO AND BROUGHT A LOT OF FOLKS OVER TO MY BLOGGO SO
TH A N K

@ask-inferno-the-devil A goot fren who is trash but like that mm good fresh trash go follow pls yes good.

@asktrendybendy <<good meme good sn00sn00

@askthearmlessbendy fuck you.

@sadistbendy and @penmanshipblog these two awesome nerds who fricken spam like and reblog aaa

@askbigben garbage boy stink man belongs in the toilet

@ask-inkyterror First fren (meh nem jeff)

@bendyworksatwalmart The juiciest meme alive.


Thanks y’allll– I dunno when this’ll end but whate v e r

RobRae Bath

I love thinking about these two in the tub together.
Like not even in a sexual way (i mean – yeah that too, but you know), more like an intimate way.
Lights off, and instead of candles there’s just this little bathroom nightlight for them to go by.
Maybe Robin’s day was kind of dread-filled and a little PTSD ridden whereas Raven’s was emotionally taxing.
In my head cannon Robin helps her learn to feel without losing control of her powers, which is way easier because Trigon’s gone.
So while they’re in the tub they just cuddle up like the little birds they are, soak in the warm water and talk quietly about what’s been going on.
Raven heals Robin’s mind and makes him feel better, and Robin listens to Raven’s strains and extends his empathy, since obviously he’s understood daily emotional struggle his whole life (as with any human being).
Then Robin is all cute and charming and they start loosening up, giggling and chuckling and then getting flirty.
They get out, dry off and go to bed in Robin’s room.
Ever gone to bed straight after a bath?
It’s so flipping nice, if you haven’t done it you’ve never truly relaxed.
They’d sleep real hard, then wake up and start a new day fresh.
Mm…

Just sharing some thoughts ^^

anonymous asked:

Gwen gets a girlfriend that is small and soft and probably snuck a rice cooker in the cabin to make small, simple fresh meals (mm, mashed rosemary potatoes!) and is always sleepy bc she stays up late w Gwen watching trash tv. Or any girl really. Pls get Gwen a girlfriend season 3.

tiny gf, big gf, any gf just give gwen a lady to love

PSA: My legacy is going to be put on hold for a bit because I desperately need to clean up my mods folder, translation: I’m deleting everything.  No I haven’t lost my mind, (not yet anyway) but I have so much stuff that I never use or don’t even like and it physically pains me to have to go through CAS deleting stuff so we’re starting fresh with all MM custom content and it shouldn’t take too too long because I’m used to downloading like 80 things at once but yeah just wanted to let you guys know ;D much love.

Wonho: The Fanboy (Part Five)

Wonho/Reader

Requested by anonymous:

a Wonho scenario where you are famous youtube singer he is fanboying over, and when you move to korea, he contacted you and started a few dates till you both being couple. You can make it fluff or smut.

Vibes: touchy + kissy Wonho
Word Count: 2677
A/N: One or two more parts left!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Originally posted by goongjunim

Wonho quickly grasped your hand in fear that he would lose you in the crowd. It came as a surprise for the both of you, but it was just another notion of sincerity and adoration you two shared.

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Platonic Sefikura sort of thing

A last minute Valentine’s Day fic! 

Because I’ve been talking about rl dating and wandering around grumbling “I’m fucking ace leave me alone omg” a lot recently, I decided I fancied doing a fic exploring a more queerplatonic sort of relationship. Because I do actually think of canon Sephiroth as asexual a lot of the time… just not so much in my AUs, because, you know how it is, I have way too much fun writing smut. >> My headcanons are flexible. But anyway, I thought it’d be cool to do something where both Seph and Cloud are ace for once.

There really is no point to this fic and it doesn’t go anywhere, it’s just these nerds being cute together in one of those nice AUs where no one dies and everyone is happy. uwu

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Cloud checked his hair in the mirror one last time – yep, there it was, a total mess as usual – and smoothed out his shirt.

“Have fun on your date, Strife!” someone called from over by the bunks.

“It’s not a fucking date!” Cloud yelled back. He was wearing his combats, boots and an old civvie t-shirt; not exactly dressed to impressed. Why did they insist on thinking he was going out with someone? Morons.

Technically, he was going out. And he was going with someone. People did that all the time though, going out with friends or out with the other Third Classes for a few drinks on a Friday evening. Cloud really didn’t see why they couldn’t get it through their thick skulls that going out didn’t have to mean a date. Even if it was Valentine’s Day.

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I’m like, half asleep.

Day 3 - We show the strength of our love through our actions.

It’s too warm in this room, but she refuses to go back to bed now. She isn’t very much enjoying the movie she’s put on, and for some reason feels the need to mute it when a familiar pressure begins to build somewhere in her lower abdomen. She squints at the TV screen, and then the hallway, waiting until it ebbs to relax back into the cushions. The clock over the window reads half past two, and she quietly frets with the throw pillow, the sleeves of her shirt, the chipped paint on her nails. She glances at the door and wonders if maybe she had overreacted.

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