#kind of

[therealcallmekd]

enjoying the new ultrakill update

I also went a bit wacky and made this

You gave an artist a tool to paint with so by all means i will abuse it

#kinitopet #ultrakill #someone play burn him down by kitsch club #KD'sCrumbs #kind of #BloodForFuel!

[nerdynuala]

Angsty hug

#my art stuff #radiorose #hazbin hotel #fanart #fan art #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #rosie #rosie hazbin hotel #angst #kind of #just wanted to draw an angsty hug with my favorite qpr

[crafting-mojo]

oh that's just my bird don't mind him anyways-

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #mumbo jumbo #mumbo fanart #hermitcraft mumbo #grian #grian hermitcraft #grian fanart #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft smp #fanart #grumbo #kind of #if you want #bitter content #hcs10 #im on a roll here #the roll is not wanting to do my finals #very good incentive that is #first mumbo art and i nailed it hes adorable look at this little mouse man #i still havent like. thought much about the logistics of the non human hermit art ive been doing #but mumbo gets round mousy ears. everyone else has longer ones but not him. #very rat vs mouse dichotomy and what have you

[rory-multifandom-mess]

GRABS YOU

Gimme ur V headcanons now <3

You know who this is

you're GAAAY, YOU'RE GAAY, YOU LIKE KISSING GIRRRLLSSSS

ok anyway

V Headcanons

V can be very flirtatious when she likes someone (that isn't N) (Yes this is my Vhad brain speaking. shut up)

Huge tease and takes joy in scaring others

Ever since the pilot, she likes to sneak into Outpost 3 through the ventilation shafts

Gives lovebites to those she likes (I'm projecting a little here)

When she's bored and exhausted from putting up her badass sadistic woman front, she'll fly up to the roof of one of the taller buildings and stargaze. And just... think.

Random compliments will catch her off guard, but she always covers up her flusteredness by flirting back or just being sassy

Her sadism and mild insanity is actually a cover-up/coping mechanism. She doesn't take joy in hurting others, and a lot of her unnecessary killing is an emotional outlet, an attempt to feel something other than hatred and despair. (hence the "and yet? i still feel nothing!" line in the pilot)

Sometimes she'll also tell herself that killing worker drones is getting revenge on Cyn for ruining her and N's lives. She'll even somtimes imagine the worker drone she's slaughtering is Cyn

V is usually the first to wake between her, N, and J. She's made sure it stays that way, because then she can check and make sure they're still there; she does this to be sure Cyn doesn't rip them away from her again

She stays distant from N so they don't get too close again like they did in the mansion, because Solver hates love and thinks its gross, and it'll kill N in front of her face again if it has to, she's sure of it

Every time she wakes up, she looks around and checks her body to make sure Solver isn't experimenting with her again - to make sure she isn't being messed with

I think her love language would be acts of service. The moment she finds herself doing anything for anyone without them asking her to is the moment she starts to distance herself because no. nuh uh. that's just asking for solver to ruin everything again.

This is more of a general headcanon for all disassembly Drones, but I think they can switch between seeing through their 6 eyes on the top of their head and the regular 2 on their screens. That being said, V usually sticks with the 2 on her screen simply because that's what she was used to. She only switches to the 6 on her head when engaged in battle for that advantage, as opposed to N and J, who are usually using the 6 unless they need to scan an area (or N in episode 4. stupid fuck. love him)

AAGH I NEED MORE V HEADCANONS BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY MORE. Anyway hope you enjoy these! Most of them are angst oops

#ask box #ask answered #rory answers #rory rambles #murder drones #murder drones headcanons #serial designation v #serial designation n #serial designation j #murder drones v #murder drones n #murder drones j #n x v #kind of? #murder drones fandom #vhad #killingblond #kind of #just a little

[turingtestedblog]

COLOR STUDY

REFERENCE UNDER CUT

#hal's art #2001 a space odyssey #2001 aso #dave bowman #david bowman #halman #kind of #color study #digital art

[firestorm09890]

can’t wait for people to read Wuthering Heights because of Canto VI and see just how fucked up Cathy and Heathcliff actually are

#project moon #limbus company #canto vi spoilers #kind of #wuthering heights #me post

[moutainmouse]

How much money do i have to give gege for him to unwrite jjk so i dont have to be sad about satosugu anymore

#jjk #satosugu #wtf #i hate them/pos #kind of

[ophanic]

x-files magnet poems

#I come into the kitchen SO stoned to work on these it’s a lot of fun #my writing #kind of

[inprogress-predicament]

Incorrect BatFam Quotes

Tim: Oh brothers, that you came to me to ask for help shows how much you've matured. You know what else show's how much you've matured? Your withered faces. Jason: Now I know why you called this a suicide squad, Dick, because I already wanna kill myself. Damian: Wait a week, you'll probably die of old age. Jason: The only way I'll die is if you touch me with one of your bony fingers and drag me across the River Styx, you demon. Dick: Wonderful, all of you. Very creative.

#incorrect batfam quotes #source: b99 #damian wayne al ghul #tim drake #damian learns to have siblings #kind of #jason todd #dick grayson #red robin #robin #red hood #nightwing #dc #comics #batman #batfam

[epicaandk0]

Featuring @palidoodles oc's Aram and Edith.

#epic's art #2024 #the archivist #cotl #cotl oc #cult of the lamb #narilamb #kind of #cause lamb ocs??? #archivist #purple crown #bishops of the old faith #cotl au #cult of the lamb au #narinder #toww #the one who waits

[faetima]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 . .

. . maybe you and alhaitham were just never meant to be.

// tws ; blood ! possible alluding to reader’s death? ; gn reader ; modern & high school au, hanahaki au 

a/n: stan twice

unrequited.

you knew your love was of that nature, yet you couldn’t help but yearn for it.

for the delicate and feathery touch of the scribe’s love.

pining after him was no use, you knew. but, alas, what could you do?

he was the prestigious scribe, whilst you were a nobody, too meek to speak up to others, always uttering a small, “yes” to everything asked of you.

too shy to talk to people — terrified that you would embarrass yourself or leave a bad impression, or that you would wind up being the center of attention.

but, if you were so scared, why did you crave his attention?

every time you glanced around the classroom, fleeting gaze eventually landing on his soft grey and teal tufts of hair, and his turquoise eyes, flecked with specks of orange, you couldn’t help but wish as you stared at him, a stoic and indifferent expression plastered onto his stupidly pretty face —

wish that he could love you.

wish that he could hold you.

wish that he could look at you.

wish that he could know you.

but luck was never on your side, was it? for, you wholeheartedly expected your wishes not to be heard (and they weren’t), but lady luck had decided to make your life miserable — making the decision that having an obviously unreciprocated wasn’t enough.

and so she gave you hanahaki.

every day, as your gaze landed unconsciously on him, the vines curled around your lungs, gripping them.

flowers — fuchsia azaleas — tickled the back of your throat, being lodged there, making you cough a little.

and, alhaitham’s head turned towards the noise of coughing.

you froze, quickly collecting the petals in your hand, stuffing them into your pocket. your gaze instantly shot downwards, glued onto your notebook as your hand rapidly scribbled something down, pretending to be taking notes or writing or just doing something.

and, as you wrote, you felt monarchs fluttering in your stomach, heat rising up to your neck and face.

who knew that agony could be a little fun? 

—

but, as the days grew, your heart made it clear that it did not desire “fun”.

oh, no.

the only thing it wanted was alhaitham.

and that was made evident by the way you were now crouched on the bathroom floor, on your hands and knees, coughing out bouts of the hot pink flowers to remove the giant lump in your throat and the tickling of petals in the back of it.

the azaleas hit the previously porcelain white and neatly polished floor with a disgustingly wet noise, and, as you opened your eyes the tiniest bit, you laid your eyes on the flower.

a seemingly freshly bloomed azalea, coated with your own blood, slick with your own mucus. it laid there, some of the burgundy blood dripping down and pooling around it, coloring the dove-white floor with a splash of red.

you sat there, blankly staring at the barbie azaleas flopped on the floor. they were still covered in blood for your throat. they’re the hundredth flowers you’d coughed up today, and you had a strange mixture of apathy and horror coursing through you.

the lump in your throat felt like a knife, and the petals tickle and tickle, causing you to cough and wheeze. it was getting harder and harder to breathe. you were exhausted — from both coughing up the flowers and also from feeling this fucking unreciprocated love. but, of course, the hanahaki wouldn’t let you stop suffering until your love is returned.

if only alhaitham would look at you, talk to you, acknowledge your existence in any way.

if only you would talk to him. 

but, god, if it wasn’t hard to build up the courage.

he wouldn’t just come up and talk with you. why would you even wish that? why were you so stupid?

you hated yourself for it, wishing he would talk to you whilst not even interacting with him.

the truth was that the scribe intimidated you quite a bit, being stoic and indifferent, curt and formal to nearly anybody.

you tried to take a deep breath, but it hurt.

it hurt so, so much. 

the fuchsia azaleas covered the piece of floor in front of you almost entirely, a horrific reminder of the disease that's destroying you from the inside.

while you had been thinking, the stupidly pleasant smell of the azaleas — a dainty and delicate blend of floral honeysuckle notes— mixed with the tinged irony odor of blood, wafted upwards toward you, giving you a whiff of a smell that made you want to wretch.

you should’ve gotten the surgery when you could — now it was far too late, you were going to die for sure.

you were beyond the point of saving.

—

you stared blankly at the sheet of paper which sat before you, trying to concentrate on the lecture your teacher was giving, but your mind kept drifting off.

you kept glancing upwards, and every time you did so you saw the lightest shade of grey there could be, like a thrush’s delicate feathers, mixed with sage green, perfectly complementing the scribes clothes.

yeah, maybe you should keep your eyes on the paper. looking at him made you watch to rip your throat out and cough your lungs out.

—

you sat in your bed, curled in a small ball, fluffy white blanket bunched up around you.

the bright screen of your computer, extremely so, illuminated your face. 

you didn’t particularly want to write this essay, and what would be the point? the stupid azaleas would choke you to death eitehr way, using you as a human flower pot.

you closed the screen with a harsh thud!, drowning yourself in complete and utter darkness as the abnormally bright light emitted from the computer was sucked away.

you hastily put the computer away, curling into a tight ball on your bed.

you awaited death, hot pink azaleas tickling your throat and dreaming about the scribe, his perfectness almost alien, like the condition deteriorating you from the inside out, like a withering flower.

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #al haitham #al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #genshin impact #genshin #how to angst #angst #light angst #tw blood #kind of #hanahaki au #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #◌ -- alhaitham #modern #modern au #high school #high school au #also posted on ao3 :3

[serene-cinders]

A Caretaker adopting a pet Whumpee from a shelter out of pity. Whumpee’s been abused. Maybe they can’t, or won’t speak, so their pain is a mystery, but it shows in their empty eyes, maimed form, scars running criss-cross all over.

Maybe Whumpee’s on the older side. Maybe they’re not conventionally attractive. They’ve been abandoned by the world, they’ve been at the shelter for years, and they’re slowly succumbing. Dying.

Caretaker never agreed with this ‘human pet’ business. They find it despicable, and wouldn’t support it. But… that wretched husk, so rigorously broken down, brings tears to their eyes. And they can’t bare the thought of somebody dying alone in this unfeeling, underfunded shit hole.

So, Caretaker makes the choice to give them the kindest few weeks of their life.

#whump #whump community #whump drabble #whump prompt #tender whump #recovery whump #kind of #fluff #angst #implied whump #no gore #I cooked this one up in 7 minutes #does it show #pet whump #past pet whump #bbu adjacent #not the biggest fan of the bbu though #bittersweet

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

What do you take me for. No, seriously, what you take me for? In passing, what traits do you decide are those that matter? Do they make you smile or grumble under your breath about kids these days and Internet tenderqueers? Do you account for a margin of error, do you allow even in this briefest estimate the possibility that this is just one facet of a nebulous multidimensional personhood, or would it bring you more comfort to think of me as a background character, face half-erased and one prominent feature exaggerated to distinguish me from the crowd of stick figures? If I got so close I could see the reflection in your eyes, whose reflection would it be?

Would it have my smile? Would it make me flinch?

What do you take me for

#ignore me i was in public again #touching grass is cool but being perceived as a semi-passing trans disabled person is such a mindfuck #we had the loveliest conversation and you could never guess my name right #we chatted briefly about books and you would never guess i have anything to do with sports and shoveling snow in a small village far away #i made up a job for myself on the spot to not have to explain why I'm still in highschool #because otherwise the nature of the conversation would instantly change #you smiled so warmly at the person that you saw and i wish that was truly directed at me #oleg's writing #kind of

[sparebutton]

(Across the Spider-Verse spoiler)

#bro was so angry😭 #I cannot wait for the next movie I need to see what happens next #across the spiderverse #marvel #miles morales #miguel o'hara #spider man #spider man 2099 #spider man across the spider verse #atsv #long titles are the death of me #my art #kind of

[guarddogbutch]

you guys need to be normal about people who don't like penetration. people who don't get hard easily. people who finish quickly. people who participate in kink without having sex. people who don't like being touched. people who don't like giving head. people who only like penetration. people who (almost) always squirt. people who take a long time to cum. people who have a hard time getting wet. people who don't talk during sex or anything else that is not part of the way you think people or bodies should behave during sex

#going insane rn #anyways #kink safety #kind of #t4t nsft #dyke nsft #butch nsft #t4t

[dougielombax]

I wonder what the largest shellfish is?

Edit: Okay this post is getting a LOT of traction. What is going on?

Edit: Fucking hell.

This post has set off a fucking MINEFIELD!!!

What have I DONE????!!!!!

I’ve lit the blue touch paper and found there’s nowhere to run to!

I’ve summoned a wolf only to unleash a tiger!!!!! Made of fire! And nails.

Probably….

Idk.

Edit 2: 5,000 Notes! Good god! What the HELL do you want from me. I’ve never had a post of mine take off like this until now.

Some got close like the one about homeowner associations (fucking powertripping middle aged mediocrities!) which got at least 1.5k notes but this is the most I’ve gotten on a single post so far.

Anyway.

AND this post has officially gone to hell. (6,666 notes)

Edit: 8,000 notes! Holy shit!

Edit: 9,000 notes!!!

Edit: 10,000 notes!!!!!!!!!

Edit: 15,000 notes!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Edit: 20,000 Notes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHO THE HELL TURNED OFF THE REPLY THREAD FOR THE REBLOGS?!

Okay never mind it’s back. For now at least.

Anyway.

#dougie rambles #personal stuff #shellfish #sea life #wildlife #maritime shit #fucking hell #molluscs #mollusks #fish #speculation #holy shit #what is happening #viralpost #sort of #kind of #maybe #5k #viral #idk #8k #9k #10k #15k #20k