#look at his fuckin HANDS

[gordonsicedcoffee]

girl help I need to eat him for breakfast

#his fuckin HAIR. I'm afflicted w/the PLAGUE #and it's BUBONIC!!!! bitch!!!!! #sometimes I just scroll thru the gifs I make @ 2 am w/my brain full of asbestos and radioactive waste like. we were really goin thru it huh #peter strahm #mine #anyways. my hands should be in his hair rn in this moment #and ALSO [redacted whorism] [redacted whorism] [REDACTED WHORISM] #I'm just fckn saying.......................... #rabies-posting...................cujo the saint bernard state of MIND #don't look directly @ me I'm in the trenches today #<-but. I mean. when am I NOT in these trenches. let's be honest #so u should never be looking directly @ me!!!!!!!!!

[varyathevillain]

you know what I really like in season 2? how Jim Jimenez, who was not exactly part of the comedy in S1, which was most probably the reason why Blackbeard got them into the new crew in the last episode of S1... is now hamming it up as much as they can.

they used to be the silent support (posing as literally silent, mute) of the crew, someone who'd be on the fringes of both conflicts and comedic situations. and then, when Jim realises what exactly the good old days were to them, things they miss, the stories Stede told... they re-enact the wooden boy story the best they could. bring up the "toxic environment" to Izzy, refuse to let good things go, don't run from them, kiss Archie when she allows, ham it up with jokes and needlings, have a curly moustache drawn onto them and are the life of the party, and then Jim's the one to help Olu out with his new romantic partner. you'd think S1!Jim would be called "nosy interferer"? personally, wouldn't think so.

as much as we call a certain other character "person amongst Muppets", Jim Jimenez had also escaped their own genre, of "Hispanic revenge thriller", into queerness and acceptance of it wholeheartedly. with Jim being themselves, nonbinary and poly and breaking as many stereotypes as they can.

#Jim Jimenez #OFMD S2 #OFMD S2 spoilers #OFMD spoilers #OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #Varya rambles #one - it also adds to the narrative of genre switching within the story and how it affects OFMD #two - they're a narrative foil to Izzy Hands who ALSO. as a younger queer. helps him out in various ways #bringing up the toxicity. cutting his rotting leg (symbol of attachment to Blackbeard and that lifestyle). being supportive #and THAT is why in s2ep6 THEY are the one in center of the frame looking up at Izzy when he sings in the last scene #fuckin superb!! also like. healthy poly relationship showing that it's alright to shift them or let go #which might be another narrative foil if we ever get that Steddyhands wink wink nudge nudge #text post

[dabisqueen]

Stompy

#look at his fuckin huge hands #and his cute pout #such a meow meow #dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #dabi my hero academia #mha dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I feel like Howdy would be the type to go to the dollar store to save money then complain when something is like $1.99

i second this....

#he also seems like the type to have the funds to shop regularly at like. idk whole foods and H&M #but he exclusively thrifts and goes to dollar tree & the 99 cent store and shit #i know this man's coupon game is Insane #probably has a whole extra wallet purely for coupons and gift cards.... #in the checkout line the store winds up owing Him money #rambles from the bog #further solidifying that if howdy pillar was a real person id fuckin hate him lmao #itd be On Sight! #wait lmao #howdy would get seriously injured #and while everyone is freaking out / calling 911 #howdy has a calculator out typing up the cost of an ambulance ride / hospital bills / insurance #he pauses looking at the total. #then starts calculating funerary costs #they get sick of waiting for an ambulance and just shove him in the car #sally leans over to see that howdy is googling cremation urns based on price #IM SORRY THIS IS INSANELY FUNNY TO ME #im sitting here at my laptop snickering like an idiot #sally just smacks the phone out of his hands....

[frnkiebby]

pretty sweaty drowned rat~🎃

#he’s fuckin #christ i can barely see him and im still fucking weak #LOOK AT THAT PRETTY HAND #AND PROFILE #and his pretty pretty mouth (what i can see of it. i’ll use my imagination. it’s creative enough 😈) #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcr5 #mcrmy #frnkie #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

[vasito-de-leche]

okay I read your analysis on Forget Me Not and I'm in tears now thank you. (No but really thank you, it's such a touching piece.) Can you PLEASE for salvation of our fans souls write anything to like,,, give him hope? Forget Me Not x reader but it doesn't have to be actually all-out with hugs and kisses. We may,,,,,,,, just show him a new hobby? Any hobby of your choosing or idk play an instrument together. Just to give him something else to focus on, to channel at least part of his energy from self-destructive activities to something less hurtful. I'd personally like to bandage his (not actually wounded but still) hands as if they were bleeding. Something of the kind. Sorry for mistakes writing is incredibly inconvenient cuz tears aaa.

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "hands, fingers, scales"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.3k words. self-harm implied You've befriended Forget Me Not the same one befriends a rabid, beaten, old dog. And while he's much too busy fighting his inner demons, you're more worried about stopping these "pernicious habits" of his. A casual afternoon trying to make sure he's taking care of himself turns into something deeper.

thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!!

I got a little carried away with this request because thinking about how fucking insufferable and confusing FMN has to be just to indulge in HAND HOLDING and GETTING A FUCKING HOBBY made me so deranged and feral as if hes not fucking TOUCHSTARVED lmfao. this guy's love language is straight up worshipping, mf is not subtle about it

either way, hope you like it! here's the lil preview!

Sometimes, Forget Me Not understands the reason men and women kneel at the pew to worship and pray.

Devotion is something arcanists and humans share, whether honest or not. He's witnessed the rich and the poor, the pure and the depraved, and every binary that rules this world - all of them begging, pleading and praying at the end of their lives, casting away the pride they've held on for so long for the chance of salvation. Once stripped down to their core, there is nothing to do but hope God has enough love in His heart to look their way. 

And sometimes, Forget Me Not prays that you’ll find someone else - anyone but him - to fill the role of devotee.

The gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at him is enough to bring him to his knees, and Forget Me Not doesn't know what to do with himself but to worship and pray. Praying that you'll continue to look at him for a little longer, silently begging for your attention until you finally tire of him. Do you think yourself holy enough to replace the vitriol in his veins?

He does.

On good days, he even hopes that you can save him.

You never asked him to become your one and only believer, of course. You're not even aware of the space you take in his mind, nor the conflicting images he keeps conjuring of you at night, he's certain of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, holding his hands and inspecting them for any injuries. This role is one of the many self-imposed tragedies in his life.

Your thumbs knead and massage his palm, as if you could soothe the pain away, and yet you refrain from pressing down hard. He's at your mercy, why hesitate? What do you see that he cannot?

Something is bothering you. It's obvious in the way you touch him, like you're afraid of hurting him, as if you were the one with a body count between the two. Every so often, your movements come to a halt and you both sit in silence, until you return to your ministrations, filling the nothingness with your sighing and humming.

All he needs is to look up, right at your face, to know everything he wants to know - but he's too much of a coward for that. Instead, light grey eyes follow your index finger as it slides under the cuffs of his shirt. You trace over the bone of his wrist and continue upwards.

He can't tear his eyes away.

Normally, Forget Me Not wouldn't mind. There is an addictive thrill to witnessing the shock of anyone who dares get so close and personal, but he feels himself shrink when you brush against his scales and recoil away on instinct. That's when he raises his head and finds your eyes in the dimly lit staff room.

That expression on your face - surely, you were regretting every choice that led you to him. By now, you might've surely realized that there is nothing for you to salvage in this shipwreck he calls a life. All attempts to check on him were surely a façade for whatever ulterior motives you continued to withhold from him. He's stubborn, believing that he can read you like an open book, but now he's just as lost as you are. When he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and he grows a little restless at your words.

"Sorry, sorry! Did I, uh, hurt you? Dumb question, you would've definitely told me if that were the case. Anyway, it looks like you're okay! I don't know why I was so worried, actually."

His silence prompts you to continue, and all Forget Me Not can focus on is the absence of your warmth.

You raise a hand to gesture dismissively at your behaviour, brush it off to ease your embarrassment, that much he understands - though it's painful to watch you fumble like that, to deny what he hides under his clothes. Forget Me Not thinks of filling the space between your fingers with his own, just to drag you back to that quiet, albeit suffocating, moment of peace. Instead of doing that, he retreats and places both hands neatly on his lap.

"Thanks for indulging me and, yeah uh, again - sorry about that? It just caught me off guard. I should've been more careful."

But you were never careful with his space or his rules, plunging in and out of his life and leaving him to figure out where he stood in his game of push and pull. Why were you being careful now?

"It's nothing, I understand," he lies. Everything you do means the world to him and he doesn't even understand why. "It cannot hurt to know what sort of things the person pouring your drinks might be hiding under their sleeves."

The word "hypocrite" lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out with as much venom as he can muster, but it stays lodged behind his teeth because he knows he's even worse: Forget Me Not prays that you'll stay with him, while also opening the door right out his life for you. As much as he wants to, he has no right of calling you out.

He's not used to receiving apologies and so he chooses not to think too hard on yours - though he's dreamed countless of times for the perfect situation in which he finally rips out one apology after another from the throats of those who wronged him, this one feels different. Undeserved, even.

His heart, that wretched lump in his chest, finally settles down and he prepares to end this interaction to save you the awkwardness of addressing his "deformities". But then you go and surprise him once more.

"Come on, I already told you..." You sigh and he inhales in tandem, but you're much too busy rolling your eyes to notice. "That whole thing you do, when you start scratching or, like, picking at your hand? You've been doing it more lately. It had me worried you might've been doing, I don't know - something."

Forget Me Not's eyes widen in surprise. The audacity to notice such things about him? And to put them on display without a warning? What else did you find out?

Part of him wants him to embrace his nature and scare you away, but that's the side of him that's been slowly losing this battle of attrition in his heart - you're a bad influence for him, after all. The other part... Well, it's still trying to sort itself out.

He settles for slowly undoing the buttons on his sleeve. It only takes a moment to roll up the fine fabric to his elbow, knowing you're staring right at him, through him maybe. The expression on his face is one of indifference, one he fights to maintain - this is the most vulnerable he's felt in decades.

That unsightly pattern begins exactly where his sleeves usually end, coiling around his forearm not unlike a snake and traveling upwards. The scales are dark, an iridescent black that reminds him of an oil spill in the middle of the ocean, and the ones at the edges fade away into lighter hues until they mix with the pale, sickly tone of his skin. He knows the sort of beauty he holds, one that can only be admired at a distance, turning into a grotesque imitation of a man when up close.

Forget Me Not presents himself to you and, with his free hand, gets ready to pluck one of the scales off.

"Wait, don't do that-!"

Seizing his arm and holding it close to your chest, you deprive him of the catharsis that comes with this level of self-mutilation. He knows you're connecting the dots, feeling the scattered, empty spaces from all the times you saw him pick himself apart and more. Your fingers brush against his bare skin looking for said spaces, counting them in your head, mourning their loss.

Some scales are in the process of regrowing like unwanted parasites, and he wishes he could feel anything at all just to be closer to you.

"God, what is wrong with you?! What was the point of that?"

Something compels him to laugh (perhaps it's your heartbeat reaching out to him loud and clear through your clothes, he feels it faintly) it comes across as sinister and condescending, the only way he knows how to express joy. Like he's making fun of your concern.

"Apologies," Forget Me Not begins to say, readjusting his glasses. The way you try to keep his own arm out of his reach doesn't go unnoticed. It's such a petty, childish gesture that makes his grin widen and your frown deepen. "I was under the impression you found this little oddity distasteful. There's no need to worry - they will return in a few days, they always do."

"Still, don't do that. It's not funny. It must...hurt a lot."

"Ah, but it doesn't. If else, I'd compare it to being pricked by a very small needle."

"You're just going to find something to nitpick and contradict everything I say, aren't you?" It's the least he can do to repay all the headaches you've given him, and for forgiving his transgressions too easily.

An intrusive thought makes itself known from the depths of his mind - would you forgive him just as readily if he were to kill someone in front of you? If he showed you just how destructive his arcane skills could be when given free reign? Where would you draw the line? And how much could he continue to push his luck before he lost you?

Before Forget Me Not realizes it, you've loosened your grip on his arm and returned to that previous moment of suffocating peace - the only difference is that you've gone from being deep in thought to troubled and miserable, one hair away from darting out the room and refusing to speak to him. At this, his pinky finger wraps around yours and neither of you mention it.

"Can't you... I don't know, do something else?"

"I could be doing my job, but alas, you're keeping me prisoner here." He says, like he's not delighted to be given your undivided attention. There are no complaints when you step on his foot with a huff, he deserved that one.

"I'm talking about the scales thing! You could wear gloves. If it happens when you get distracted then, I could hang around to make sure you stop in time." A pause, and then the sound of your voice becomes unsure and so very small. "Maybe if we covered them with bandages...? But that could be annoying. Band aids? No, no - too unprofessional. It would ruin the whole aesthetic you're going for."

You continue to trail off, coming up with many different ideas and solutions to a problem he caused. He doesn't understand why you'd even bother in the first place. For you to reciprocate the attention he gives you, to care about him? That's the hardest pill Forget Me Not has ever swallowed - it's something he twirls around with his tongue, as if deciding whether to poison himself with bliss or spit it out and continue latching on to his doubts and insecurities.

Outside, in front of everyone at The Walden, he's the one leading the crowd and talking for hours on end, commanding their attention and manipulating the flow of every conversation.

Behind closed doors, all he does is listen to every nonsensical thought, unnecessary opinion and strange anecdote you throw at him.

"...No, that won't work either." Absentmindedly, you fix and button his sleeve back into place.

You've grown used to his silence the same way you've adapted and grown used to his flaws.

"I mean, it worked on me - getting a little slap on the wrist whenever I started biting my nails, but..." Without even thinking, you rub circles with your thumb across his knuckles.

You might as well be the stupidest angel in heaven.

"Why don't you just get a hobby? That's good enough, right? It's been so long since I've heard you play piano, the one by the stage." And just like that, you're on your feet attempting to drag him outside for a demonstration. "You could teach me! That way, we get to do something fun and I get to keep an eye on you."

Forget Me Not knows he has nothing to offer to this world, but when his saint looks at him with such hope, he cannot refuse. The path to recovery seems almost doable when you bump your shoulder into his, challenging him to play the hardest song he knows.

The stars in your eyes whenever you recognize all the songs he plays becomes intoxicating, more so than the sweet, sweet revenge he's yearned for since he spiraled into decadence.

Some days, his patrons join with their own singing or humming, and he forgets that he hates each and every one of them for as long as his fingers dance across the keys - a momentary reprieve from the constant stream of negativity. It doesn't take long for his body to remember his training and soon, he's improvising.

A melody for gloomy, rainy days. A whimsical tune here and there for celebrations.

A song for you and himself - the first one he teaches you and the only one he plays in private, when he's all alone with nothing but his thoughts. Solitude has gone from a noose wrapped around his neck to the perfect time to compose and hone this long forgotten passion. For the first time in forever, he doesn't dread the silence of an empty room, the endless wait between his shifts at The Walden - not when he can simply fill them with more and more music.

And so, Forget Me Not plays, hoping that you'll continue to cheer him on. Hoping that this tiny spark you've ignited in him can truly become his salvation.

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 fanfic #reverse 1999 forget me not #forget me not #outing myself as a huge fuckin religion/devotion as a metaphor for relationships freak #and as a hand freak as well. love it when the smallest acts of intimacy are the BIGGEST FUCKING DEALS for characters who are touchstarved #i love writing reader inserts from the pov of the character instead of the reader like #what goes in their head and shit??? THE INNER MONOLOGUES AND DRAMA ????? #FORGET ME NOT'S WHOLE ACT IS A COVER FOR THE FUCKING MESS HE IS WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIMMMMM!!!!!!! #soggiest wettest most pathetic man at manus vindictae #i hope i got his whole fuckin two faced and contradicting mentality across. mf is not having a good time healing but my GOD hes. trying #he hates you but he loves you but god he hates you so much but yeah he'll still worship the ground you walk on #the title is a pun btw. scales. musical scales. his snake scales #IM VERY SMART

[luck-of-the-drawings]

VIOLATOR!! DESECRATOR!! TURN AROUND AND MEET THE HATER!!

VEEERRRY HAPPY WITH WILLIAMS LIL SCARY ARC. HORROR MOVIE BOY. LIL ZOMBIE GUY. UNDEAD AND PIIIISSED OFF LIKE CMAAAHHHNNN I HOPE HE KEEPS THAT CHAINSAW FOREVER. IF YOURE UNDEAD CAN YOU STILL GET A NICOTINE ADDICTION? I SURE HOPE SO!

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd spoilers #william wisp #FIRST: IF YOU DONT PUT ROB ZOMBIE IN YOUR WILLIAM WISP PLAY LIST I KILL YOU. SECOND: BEHOLD MY EASTER EGGS. FIRST EASTER EGG IS THE CHAINSA #I WROTE CHAINSAW ON IT A BUNCH BC I DIDNT WANNA DRAW DETAILS. ALSO ITS FUNNY. SECOND EASTEREGG IS THE LOBOTOMY CORP HOODIE. #THIRD : HEY KIDS YOU WANNA SEE A DEAD BODY? QUOTE FROM HELLSING ABRIDGED. REMEMBER HELLSING ABRIDGED? YEAAAH YOU DO #OKay those are the easter eggs. also i hope william actually gets into smoking i think thats SO funny. also its cool as hell #like with the blue wisp fire n everything? COOOl as hell i hope he gets his leather jacket back too. REMEMBER KIDS! #smoking is COOL AS FUCK but also itll kill you so dont. if ur undead its fine though. #IN OTHER NEWS! williams 'need a hand?' bit was SO fuckin funny. like it didnt need to be that funny. I WISH I COULD ANIMATE THIS WHOLE SHOW #ITS SUCH A CLEAR CARTOON IN MY FOUL BRRRAAAAIIINNN!!!!!! SPEAKin o my foul brain i LOVE SWIRLS!! CAN U TELL??? #I LOVE DRAWIN WILLIAM WITH THE SQUARE/ROUND SPIRALS DEPENDING ON HIS MOOD. ESPECially in the black/white/grey arc #i draw him with only sharp spirals in that arc. the spirals soften once he chills out tho. YOULL SEE IN THE NEXT DRAWING I POST #guyyysss i love william so mmuuuuch i project all my middleschool gothness onto him and it makes me so happy #im sO GLAD I FIUCKIN FIGURED OUT HIS HAIR BTW. IT LOOKS SO GOOD NOW. LOOK AT ME IMPROOOVOEEE AAAAAIUURURUGHHRAAAUUGHHHHHHH

[starrodent]

oh hey there when did you crawl out of the dark recesses of my brain

#artrodent #ghost and pals #norman minecraft #norman da luz #honey i’m home #ghost and pals fanart #artists on tumblr #i exported this drawing then realized I got his fuckin hand backwards #so I had to redo it and it messed up everything around it too so then I had to fix that pspwkdkwp #at least it looks better now. he doesn’t have a right hand on his left arm anymore 👍 #cw bugs

[mopeytwat]

I deeply fucking apologise for the person that I will become when I see Izzy in the navy uniform

#izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #israel hands #con o'neill #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 spoilers #our flag means death season 2 #He's gonna look so good #Something about Izzy wearing things that aren't apart of his usual outfit #Eating my fuckin walls everytime I see fanart of him in the navy uniform #If u don't know what I'm talking about there's a bts scene where he's walking with Ricky and he's wearing a similar jacket to his :3 #I'm scared what if he dies xoxoxox #Girl why did I word these tags so badly I'm too tired to rephrase them

[demadogs]

jonathan aint gonna fuckin die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i see so many people think this will happen #1. this is wills final battle and hes had so much fuckin trauma and doing this to him on the last season would not give us a chance to see #him finally start to heal from his trauma and he will do this through defeating vecna coming out and byler #and 2. if we’re looking at it from an outside perspective jonathan just isnt a smart move to kill. it wouldnt affect people as much #like look at everyones reaction to eddie the ga wouldnt have that reaction to jonathan and they would wanna kill someone that sticks with us #we love jonathan but i dont think hes everyones number one favorite character on the show #steve on the other hand…………….. #i would be so shocked if he lives #byler

[ratgingi]

OOOOH OK what about uhhh, drawing of Craig? That light bulb dude who pops up at the speed dating in the casino? He was a funky fella, I liked him a lot,,

he honestly has so much swagatry

wanted: dialtown reqs

#dialtown #dialtown fanart #craig dialtown #hobos creations #interactions #gay phones #best routes #his head was fuckin with my art hand so hard idk why but i figured it out good enough me thinks #also yes rare 5 fingered hand in my style . it looked weird with the usual 4 so HJBDJVJD

[heich0e]

bff’s brother sukuna with a baby 😳

he already has a child (yuuji) and a baby (reader)

#liv got mail #but bestie............... i like the way u think #reader sees a baby in public and gets googly eyed bc of it #and sukuna looks at you and says 'don't even THINK about it' #'what do you mean? :( you don't want kids? :(' #and he rolls his eyes like 'i've already got you and yuuji to take care of and that's more than i can fuckin' handle' #so u just get kind of grumpy (you don't even WANT a kid but you're annoyed bc he said you can't have one) #and after a while he finally sighs exasperatedly and takes your chin in his hand while he dips down to eye level #and he's like 'finish school and get a job and ask me again in ten years' #hehehe #big brother!sukuna

[joe-mazzello-archive]

JOE MAZZELLO || celebrating 30 years of jurassic park

#joe mazzello #joemazzelloedit #jurassic park #jp30 #tim murphy #useremu #joemazzgif #mine #he said i'm gonna give the girlies (gn) some hand content #not sure why he needed the costume change #though we all know the white undershirt is there #his eyes look so fuckin pretty in the last one

[prettyboybillyhargrove]

I mean it didn't solve his anxiety 😬

#billy hargrove #stranger things textposts #stedits #strangerthingsedit #stranger things edit #strangerthingsedits #my edits #look at his hands shaking uncontrollably #hes so fuckin anxious #also his little belly button UwU

[gregoftom]

pretty sure i’ve seen romance movies with scenes like this

#tomgreg #where do i even start with t his horseshit okay here we fucking go. #so tom's first instinct is to go to greg when he's on shaky ground with shiv. the only way he feels safe is to have GREG with him. #who tf would want greg as an attack dog??!?!? lets be fucking real. when he says that i think he means just a dog. just someone loyal. #who loves him and won't dick him around. i think he's pretty tired of it by now. #he wants an alliance with like. ok in this show who would you pick to ally with. i love greg but he's abso useless in terms of skills that #would keep you safe. if anything TOM would keep HIM safe. in fact tom himself says who else has taken care of you. literally spells it out. #he even says greg is a joke; will fail; will fuck up; so what use does he have for tom other than companionship. other than love? #a dog might do tricks for you but your main reason for getting one is usually love. right? at least it should be. it would be in tom's case. #and don't even fucking get me STARTED on ''do you wanna come with me? ...sporus?" like girl. #you know what you told him about nero and sporus right. and now you're saying to him; yeah i was talking about you. #you and me. you're my favourite and i wasn't joking when i said i'd marry you. #the whole while tom is asking greg to be his attack dog his fuckin. eyes and expression we get it you're in love with him. like it's ridic. #and all this coming with phrasing it sounds like they're fucking ELOPING. I HATE IT!!!!!! SHUT UP! stop saying that fucking shit god. god #they are so annoying. anyway #the way tom's voice breaks as he says he has things to do [what things. will i find out later.] and the deal and!! #what am i gonna do with a soul anyways... i have you what do i need it for. and as that paragraph said somewhere. he castrates his soul. #then they giggle and are fucking annoying and greg'S HANDS LOOK LIK EHE'S ABOUT TO IDK. HUG TOM? AROUND THE MIDDLE MAYBE #or do something else. and then they just hug instead and i fucking. ugh. i've had enough tbh good fucking bye

[spookythesillyfella]

uhm actually have some little sibling guys delivering / showing you their goods , @apologetic-artist

yeah , they were both diagnosed by medical professionals with "handsome and very silly little guy disease" . yeah , it's incurable . oh well . sending you my condolences [offers you a bouquet of red roses totally not meant for your tony]

★ [ au / designs by @apologetic-artist ]

★ [ image used as base under cut ]

★ [ screenshot from "The Mandela Magazine" - Sr Pelo ]

#im sorry if you don't like these little guyss #theyre so tiny tiny and i love them #and angel got their wings when you drew anthony the talking clock in your au #hes so fuckin pretty and i want to #not be anywhere close to him and perhaps hold his hand #nuh-uh #never ever in forever #let's just say that they're the siblings of ever mhehe #dhmis #dhmis au #dhmis fanart #fanart for a friend #dhmis sketchbook #sketchbook dhmis #dhmis tony #tony the talking clock #dhmis humanized #silly :3 #silly X3 #im sorry if these look like shit buddy . i tried my hardest 😔 #GO FOLLOW THEM RIGHT MEOW OF YOU HAVEN'T #GO AND DO THAT RIGHT MEOW #RIGHT #MEOW #!!!!!!