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caretaker-au · 10 months
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rana-fanfic submitted to caretaker-au:
Hello there! I haven’t seen this website for quite a while and omg I never knew the series has been completed! 
I admire all your hard work and dedication. The bittersweet-ish ending is so touching :)
I hope my little drawing of Chara is shown properly, as this is the first time submitting my art.
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okaydiscount · 4 months
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demoman tf2 boobs‼️‼️‼️
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demo boobs!!!!
this is based of a meme i found but i cant find the source :/
if you know you know i guess
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everybodyhatesm-e · 2 months
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will you still love me when my chest is scarred
when i reduce my feminity to find myself
will you still want me if i never grow out my hair
stop wearing skirts
change who i am
will you still love me if i find myself in my identity
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weewoow-20706030 · 1 year
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Bernard: I've figured it out
Tim: hm?
Bernard: Yeah, why you are so secretive, why you mysteriously cancel on me, why you show up with random injuries, why you are always busiest at night.
Tim *internally sweating*: ah ...
Bernard: you are a villain! That's why you are never there if or when the vigilantes show up.
Tim: I- I'm not-
Bernard: It's all good, I still love you and all. Actually-
Tim: I'm Red Robin.
Bernard: ...
Tim:...
Bernard: well... Shit.
Tim: Shit?
Bernard: this is awkward.
Tim: ...Why?
Bernard: Cus I'm a part of the court... Of Owls...
Tim: oh...
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residentrookie · 9 months
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jegulus dads ‘i frew up 🧍’ microfic— 1313 words; sorry guys i was brain rotting too hard about this one (cw: mentions of throwing up)
in all his 27 years, regulus has never been a deep sleeper. so when the door to the bedroom creaks open at 3 in the morning, his eyes open with it. the room is still pitch black, and he wonders groggily if boots (their cat) pawed it open when a tiny, weak voice whimpers, “daddy?”
regulus is launching up in bed and turning towards the voice of his five year old son before thinking twice.
“what, baby? what is it?”
at his sudden movement, james shoots up in bed next to him. “—whatisit. haz?” he mumbles, flicking on a lamp and dousing the room in light.
there stands harry in his spiderman jams, hair an absolute bird’s nest and tears streaming from his big green eyes and down his sweet cheeks. regulus’ eyes water instinctively just looking at him. before having kids, regulus never knew what it was to empathize so automatically with someone else— but he felt harry’s emotions right along with him, the joy, the sorrow, and the pain too.
“i—“ harry starts, then sucks in a big stuttering breath, clearly trying to be a brave boy and not cry, “i-i threw u-up.”
at the admission he wails, like he’s just confessed to the most abhorrent sin and will now have to face the wrath of his two loving fathers, who are so light on punishments they sometimes worry harry will end up being the most spoiled brat alive. james and regulus share a quick look, what regulus would consider the “dad” look, before throwing back the covers and rising quickly.
surprisingly, they’ve planned for this. years ago. when they first started dating. james had asked regulus about this very scenario, and after minutes of regulus whining about never wanting children in the first place—so why does it even matter, james— he’d made his position clear.
“i don’t do vomit.” regulus told him firmly. “absolutely not.”
james had laughed. “fine by me. if you only knew how much of my friends vomit i’ve had to clean up over the years. i don’t even blink at it anymore.”
thus the responsibilities of this hypothetical situation were assigned. james was on vomit duty. regulus was on comfort duty.
“not sure i’ll be any good at that either,” regulus had said grudgingly, but james had just smiled knowingly, able to see a future that regulus couldn’t yet imagine.
james makes it to harry first and scoops him up promptly, letting him bury his face in his neck and sob. regulus comes up behind them and snuggles up to harry, kissing his small head and whispering reassurances.
“shhhh don’t cry, it’s okay, haz. does your tummy hurt?” james asks calmly, rocking them all back and forth soothingly.
regulus pulls back and watches harry nod. his cheek is rosy and hot when regulus puts his hand to it.
“come on, baby, let’s go take care of it okay?” regulus tells him, and james deposits their still-sniffling son into his husbands open arms.
“you know what time it is?” james asks, wiggling his brows. harry just sniffs and shakes his head. “time to be superdad,” james tells him, pointing at his faded superman t-shirt. then he gives an animated salute, puts one fist on his hip and the other high in the sky before jetting out of the room with some impressive ‘flying sounds’ that manage to make harry smile a little before he remembers that he’s actually very upset right now. regulus shakes his head at his wonderfully ridiculous spouse and starts towards the stairs, feeling harry’s hot tears gather in the crook of his neck.
after giving harry some medicine, they settle on the couch downstairs, harry in regulus lap and clinging to him. regulus rocks them for a few minutes, letting harry’s breaths slow as he calms down.
“papa?” harry sniffles suddenly, his voice so small.
“yes, sweetheart?” regulus asks, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“we need to have a funeral. like how we did for bobbi.”
regulus blinks. bobbi, harry’s goldfish, had died three days after james brought him home, leaving the two of them to explain the complicated matter of death to their three and a half year old. so harry had a vague idea of the concept and of funerals, though his only exposure has been the meager ceremony they’d patched together and held in their garden. sirius had given a speech and peter had cried.
“what? why?” regulus demands, scanning his son’s face. his bottom lip pokes out as his eyes fill with tears yet again.
“b-because i think i killed hippo,” he wails. “i-i threw up all over him— a-and ron said that throw up is like— like how supervillains spit out the acid and k-kill the good guys—“
regulus closes his eyes briefly, exhaling in relief. he makes a mental note to tell james to cool it on the superhero movies for a while— clearly it’s getting into harry’s head.
“no baby, hippo is fine. he just needs to go for a swim in the wash, and then he’ll come out as good as new.”
harry peels his head back from regulus’ chest, blinking up at home hopefully. “really?”
“really. i bet daddy has already put him in. shall we go check on him just to be sure?”
“yes, please,” harry says, politely. oddly, it makes regulus think of his mother, of how she had demanded her boys to be polite above all else, even in the face of abuse and neglect. james and regulus had done absolutely everything differently, and harry still turned out to be the sweetest boy on the planet. walburga can fucking suck it.
pushing aside the thoughts of his mother, regulus rises with harry still perched on his hip. they walk back upstairs, peeking their heads into the laundry room to find james, metaphorical sleeves rolled up as he hums to himself, rummaging through their linens. regulus truly married the only person in the world who can sing while cleaning up vomit at 3 in the morning.
james turns and smiles at them in the doorway. “my boys!” he says cheerfully, crossing the room to give harry a smooch on the head.
“he’s worried about hippo, darling,” regulus explains. “can you show him how he’s just gone for a dip in the wash?”
“who, hippo?” james asks. “oh he’s great. you know what he told me haz?” he leans forward as if confiding a secret, “he told me he’s been wanting a bubble bath for sooo long and he’s sooo happy he finally got the chance. he even said to tell you thank you!”
harry giggles. “no he didn’t. he doesn’t talk.”
james gasps. “well he certainly talks to me, harry. we’re the best of friends.”
“i thought papa was your best friend,” harry says and james’ face melts into the gentlest smile.
“that’s true, too. it’s a tie between hippo and papa.”
regulus rolls his eyes as harry laughs. they go over and stand in front of the washer. the top is clear, so harry can see all his stuffies (including hippo) swirl around in the sudsy water. after several moments of watching them spin, james nudges regulus, inclining his head towards harry.
regulus looks down to see their baby’s eyes closed, head heavy, cheek squished against his chest.
“his bed has fresh sheets,” james whispers but regulus isn’t quite ready to let him go. he looks up at james with a pleading face.
james, try as he might, has never excelled at being the hardass parent. so when regulus takes their son back into their bedroom, depositing him under the covers between the two of them, james just smiles and shakes his head. they climb into bed and turn towards harry, two parenthesis enclosing the small shape of their son, cradling him and keeping him safe.
regulus sleeps long and deep, one hand laced with his husband’s, the other resting on his son’s dark head.
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esperanzagalaxy · 1 year
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 one of the best things that happened last year, was that i got commissioned by the oneshot network to make these two posters for the Into the Wood arc of skyjacks, which started last november. there’s not much i can say without vibrating from excitement even now! i’m still just so profoundly thankful for the opportunity, the trust and patience that @campaignskyjacks gave me for this task, and i’m still so proud of how these turned out. i definitely needed the help last year, so this was a dream job to get, and one i’m very proud to have done well. especially considering that my only sj fanart before this were those ponies i drew one time. hm. 
  i’m just happy. i’m still so happy about this. zoom in and check all the little details, i made them with loads of heart! take flight!
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jazzzzzzhands · 9 months
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Paranoid much??
I kept thinking about the very obsessed and dilusional
Question-Answerer!!
His hands are always covered in that stuff! (Ink? Mold?)
(which btw was an absolute DELIGHT to draw!)
He keeps hearing/seeing things, and having strange dreams!
This infection has caused him to loose his mind and now he only cares about finding the answers, no matter the cost..
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velvetwyrme · 5 months
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So I saw the instrument ask and I hope this is cool to drop this question I’ve been puzzling over. If not just ignore this. I don’t have anyone else to theorize with.
I read a fic where all the au! Skeletons end up in the og world on the surface (classic scenario.) They use nicknames for each other but they have to register “legal” names with the government (for jobs and licenses etc.) Sans and Papyrus are already taken so they use other font names as for it. Ever since I’ve read it I can’t decide what names each would go by and I want your opinion.
There are only two I’ve decided on:
Swapfell Sans - Garamond
Underfell Papyrus - Roman (from times new Roman obvs)
But I’m going crazy trying to decide on any others and I seek your counsel.
I have a list of possible fonts but I don’t want to drop it on you because this ask is already kinda long but if you do want it I’ll send it. Sorry again for the text dump.
IT'S ABSOLUTELY ALRIGHT <333 I'd love to see if I can help out any :o!! (*grabby hands* GIMME LIST. I LOVE LISTS.)
What are your criteria and thoughts for picking fonts👀? Is it just Vibes or are there any specific reasons for the ones you've chosen so far :?
I really like Roman for UF!Papyrus... sharp, tight and snappy- full of straight lines and points... free of frills and loops but still stylish in it's own right! Also somewhat disliked in certain spaces PLUS it has the inherent correlation between the Romans [empire] and UF!Papyrus' role in the royal guard !
Tangentially related, I found an article by the NY Times (coincidence? I think not!! /lh /j) that's just all about Garamond (the font), and it's especially fun to read with the context of Swapfell!Sans
"And where some see elegance, others perceive fussiness. There’s a stereotype associated with the sort of person who loves Garamond: The Garamond Guy, if you will, is irritatingly uptight, so certain of his own profundity that his words must be conveyed with the weight of a 500-year-old French typeface."
Source
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insomnya777 · 29 days
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Just posted a boat boys Valentine's special!!!! Two months late or ten months early, depending on how you look at it. They watch The Notebook in it because that's my latest obsession. Read it on ao3
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Joel rolls his eyes. "You're such a dork." "Says the one forcing me to watch a movie just because he's in love with Ryan Gosling." OR: Etho gets to spend Valentine's Day with his situationship/crush/not-quite-boyfriend. He's not quite sure how he feels about it all.
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sysig · 2 years
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Calling names (Patreon)
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caretaker-au · 1 year
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void-rae submitted to caretaker-au:
Found a neat picture of Charataker whilst scrolling on pintrest and decided “heck it I’m drawing horrortaker.” It’s been a long time and I miss this au. But all good things must come to an end eventually right? Have a good one you three!
caretaker-au:
Source: Hide and Seek by @hellow_society
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piastristimtams · 1 year
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bbakizz · 8 months
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chuuya.... chuuya.... chuuya.... chuuya.... chuuya.... chuuya.... chuuya....
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I’m sorry but the fact that Kerch and Ketterdam are based off 18th/17th century Nederland and they are all just dress… blegh? Unforgivable. I know you all have the notion of Dutch traditional dress being boring and bland and black but that is SO FAR from the truth especially in the 18th century like…
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(A lot of this is modern but like it was even prettier and more elaborate back when it was widely worn.)
“But it doesn’t go with the ✨vibe✨ of Ketterdam
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YES IT DOES 😭
Klederdracht is so diverse and so beautiful… idk just seeing what everyone is wearing in Ketterdam makes me sad because it was such a missed opportunity
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stormvanari · 4 months
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📷📸📷
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hooksredrum · 1 year
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HOOKHAUSEN MY BELOVEDS !!!!!!! MY BABYGIRLS REUNITED IN A 4 SECOND CLIP, I’LL TAKE ANYTHING
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