#so I might post it later on the day

[neytui]

Been reading a fic where Hiccup is the prince of a kingdom and I wanted to give it a try to portrait him like one

Lol so I didn't know you can't reblog with a video so I'll just edit it, here u have a quick speedpaint of it

#httyd #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #hiccup #httyd hiccup #how to train your dragon #httyd fanart #hiccup haddock #hiccup how to train your dragon #my art #art #so there was supposed to be a normal crown #but I literally couldn't make it fit on his head #so lets just pretend he has a normal crown alright #I recorded an speedpaint for this one #so I might post it later on the day

[journey-to-the-attic]

one thing about ik is that she will always reach out

#obey me #art #i had the idea for this and managed to bulldoze through drawing it all without losing motivation halfway through #but Do Not expect me to post art this frequently in future #idk how to do panels so if the middle bit with the text might be laid out weird #i added the stars and feathers and stuff because there was a bunch of empty space around the boxes #obey me satan #jtta ik #(btw the crumbling symbol next to the exploding feather is the wrath symbol from in-game) #(with the pride symbol attached upside down at the bottom) #(not so much symbolism as it is just me whacking you over the head with the point but it looks cool) #i had a lot of fun doing satan's more monstrous design so i might try my hand at some of the other demons later? #i do have some ideas for levi (deep sea creatures are just really fun) #also happy nightbringer release day!! it showed up on my homescreen like half an hour ago and i was like “wait what” #for some reason i thought it wasn't releasing til next week?? #the new genshin patch is today as well so looks like i'll have plenty to do with the rest of my free time for the easter hols #(i promise i'm also working on the next chapter of jtta but i am so stuck on how to get lucifer actually Talking) #anyway. here's a gold star for making it through all my rambling in the tags for anyone who did so: ⭐

[crunchycrystals]

credit to u/ioncelostashoe on reddit for this comment i need to post it on here to share

(also would explain why they knew it should stop at 5 rounds)

#crunchyposts #im frantically going through the reddit post rn trying to talk to people lol #game changer #game changer spoilers #tell me if the image id is wrong btw im not great at writing descriptions for things #100 #150 #200 #300 #400 #500 #edit if any of yall were curious i checked the comment again a day later and this post has more notes than that has upvotes #so if you feel like it maybe like share your thoughts w them on reddit???? i feel like they might appreciate it but idk do whatever you wan #i dont have an account im a stalker lol

[sepiamestus]

This fucking thing

#Sorry for bsd spamming besties<3 i doodled all day in class in preperation for the new chap #Might post some edits later..... #Anyways<3 aku #Hes so bug. Squash him #Art tag #Bsd #bungou stray dogs #Akutagawa bsd

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemas Day 16: Angst-Themed (Saturday Sentence Starters)

wc: 1k | Rated: T | cw: Steve’s parents are arguing (he is overhearing it briefly but there are some descriptions of yelling), toxic family dynamics, unstable marriage, cheating

Tags: Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unstable Marriage, Toxic Family Dynamics, Cheating

“I don’t want to fight with you, Caroline,” Steve hears his father bellow from downstairs, “Not tonight.”

He snaps his comic closed and tosses it on the floor.

Steve has no idea what his parents are arguing about. Hell, they don’t even need an excuse these days, he thinks. Someone can so much as fart and it will start a goddamn screaming match.

He guesses he shouldn’t be surprised. It’s the holidays and his parents are both off work until the beginning of the New Year. It’s snowing heavy out so they can’t go down to the Martens’ house – their best friends-come-buffer zones.

“Oh, John!” his mother chides before there is a lower muffle that he can’t quite make out.

While being hard of hearing allows him not to hear anything below a shout, the broken argument is still frustrating.

His parents might not need an excuse to fight, but he’d still like to know what it’s about. Gain intel for the inevitable coming days of being stuck in the middle.

Steve has a few guesses as to what it could be.

His mother bought a new car with her Christmas bonus finally topping up her bank account and thus justifying an indulgent and expensive purchase. His father always hates that.

Steve smirks.

If his father didn’t like that kind of independence, why did he marry a high-paid lawyer?

But, the more likely scenario considering his father’s apparent insistence he ‘doesn’t want to fight’ is that he is cheating again.

Cindy, his secretary, or someone new – take your pick.

The telltale signs have been there for a month or two. A renewed cheery attitude, longer office hours, a fresh haircut and new clothes.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, it might be a little bit of a motivator behind his mother’s car purchase too – 

“ – Cindy!” his mother shrieks.

Yep, there it is.

Steve rolls off the bed, planting his feet on the carpet right by his shoes.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, scooping up his keys and wallet from the nightstand.

He’s just about halfway to Forest Hills, driving at a snail’s pace because he can’t see for snow, when he begins to regret his decision to leave the house.

Maybe he shouldn’t just barge in on the Munsons unannounced. Like sure, his friendship with Eddie is… teetering on not being entirely platonic. But this might be too much.

He always thought it was too much when he’d walk down to stay at Carol Perkins’ house for an impromptu sleepover. And there was always this awkward, knowing going on with the Wheeler’s when he was dating Nancy and spending a lot of time just hanging about.

Lingering for too long in the kitchen chatting to Karen or watching a game with Ted until the guy started snoring too loud to hear the commentators.

It was all there but largely unspoken.

Only Robin knows the details. And even then, he’s sure that her father’s friendliness towards him was partly due to his daughter telling him all about the trouble at the ‘ol Harrington house. He doesn’t blame his best friend for likely doing so. And he doesn’t consider it blabbing, either. Robin’s parents – her whole family – are amazing.

But some of his parent’s shit is stupid at best, hard to take at worst.

And he is scared to let Eddie in on it.

It’s too much.

He’s too much.

Being a Harrington is too much.

Wayne answers the door with a cup of cocoa that seems glued to his left hand in winter.

“Steve,” he says, voice gruff as ever despite a warm smile.

“Hi,” he replies, looking down at his snow-covered boots, “Eddie in?”

Of course, he’s in, his van is parked outside.

Steve can feel the warmth from inside the trailer. See the twinkle of lights from the Munson’s small, but heavily-decorated, Christmas tree. The smell of cocoa overpowering the ever-present hint of cigarettes.

“Eddie!” Wayne calls over his shoulder, “Steve’s here.”

In a flash, Eddie runs to the front door and practically bumps into his uncle.

“Come in!” he insists, wide-eyed as he looks past his shoulder at the falling snow.

And before Steve can even step in, Eddie is pulling him by his parka sleeve. He only just manages to scrape off his boots on the ‘Home Sweet Home’ adorned welcome mat.

“What some cocoa?” Eddie offers, eliciting a grumble from Wayne.

“I asked if you wanted some,” he chides.

“But Steve might want some,” Eddie grins.

“How about I heat up a pot now, and whoever wants some’s got it?” Wayne suggests, pursing his lips at Eddie and moving to the stove before his nephew can make any more requests.

“Follow me,” Eddie says, grabbing his hand, “I made cookies.”

He wiggles his brows and begins leading Steve to the kitchen.

As he is pulled along, Steve tries not to think about the fact that they are holding hands. Or how he wishes his fifteen-minute-ago Self had thought to bring an overnight bag and allowed himself to assume the Munsons would allow him to stay the night.

But it might be even harder to stop himself from squeezing his friend’s hand and lacing his fingers with Eddie’s.

Eddie lets go of his hand to gesture to the tray of Christmas-themed shapes, all looking a little too dark for gingerbread as they rest on the kitchen island.

“Pick one, Big Boy,” Eddie beams.

Steve reaches for a reindeer, flexing his fingers as he goes and commits the feeling of Eddie’s rings to memory.

“No!” Eddie shrieks, lightly smacking his hand enough that he drops it, leaving the cookie to snap in half as it falls back onto the tray, “His antlers are broken.”

“Christ, boy!” Wayne curses, stirring the pot on the stovetop.

Okay, a tree then…

“The star is missing!”

A bell?

“That was already snapped in half when I got them out of the oven”, Eddie admits with a tight-lipped smile.

Steve places his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes. To him, they all look at least a little crumbly – some he would even describe as lightly charred.

“How about you pick one for me then, Betty Crocker?” he chuckles.

Eddie giggles, twirling a lock of his hair as he carefully considers the tray of mostly broken, dry cookies.

He watches Eddie for a long enough time that Wayne pushes a mug into his hand, the warmth of Eddie’s hand remaining in place due to the heat of the cocoa. It’s a Chicago Cubs mug, one that he finds himself holding at some point each time he is here as if Wayne considers it Steve’s own.

He smiles for the first time in three days.

#i have a few days i've missed and fell behind finishing so i might go back and post them later #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington has bad parents #steve harrington angst #steddiemas #wayne munson #steddie #steddie fic #lily writes a fic #harrington family TM

[ganondoodle]

(totk rewritten/botw 2 concepts)

Vah Narisha! elaborated on things and slightly polished it

(info written on there but for ease of reading writing it here again)

-its a prototype titan (divine beast) that crash landed on an island and was left there, its name is based on the big sky whale from skyward sword (its german name)

its very overgrown and half broken, with its tail hanging off the edge, but if you try to use the infusion power of links shiekah arm it will suddendly twitch and empty your entire energy meter immediately since it uses more power than you could provide on your own- serving as a hint that it can be reactivated

once its reactivated (zelda helps, perhaps with a quest attached) it will fly in circle patterns across the sky, you cannot control it (its still a half broken prototype after all) but you can use it as a place to rest and reach other islands that are very hard to reach otherwise

single parts will suddendly move and twitch or freeze as its ... a damaged prototype, its a slight hazard as the shaking can throw you off if you are standing in a bad spot (but not so much you cant reach it again), occasionally it will lose some parts

unlike the "modern" titans, who require the main energy network sourced from mainly ganondorf as their power source if there is no pilot/champion (thus stopped working after the intro), vah narisha draws energy from its surroundings, just like links arm does, so its still able to function even after gan wakes up; however the amount available is barely enough to keep it afloat and that only moving very slowly too- it is unclear if the reason for other malfunctions or unavaible controls is bc of lack of power or damage, probably being both, but after taking off there is no way to try and repair it further since you cant control it and it would pose a danger by falling if misshandled so its mostly left to its own devices

its not required for anything of the main story or to traverse the sky, but it is a cool thing and can make it easier to reach things, the idea for it is mainly from the unused prototype hanging in the hateno lab in botw since my goal is to make totk into botw 2 i thought its a neat idea to bring in previously scrapped ideas :3

#ganondoodles #zelda #art #tloz #ganondoodles rewrites totk #botw 2 #my arm hurts from writing all those notes on the drawing lol #i might change its design later to match the hateno model more #but for now i think its enough of it #was probably a mistake to post the wip and on the same day as the full thing #though its still pretty rough #anyway #i have #so many ideas

[redwinterroses]

There’s a cherry tree in the middle of the redwood forest.

False isn’t sure what to make of that. She shifts her grip on the staff in her hand, its pale glow reflecting faintly off the fresh snow. She’s come out here for resources—the vault altar is demanding logs, and these giant trees are an easy source—but the incongruous sight of an enormous, blossoming cherry tree sending pink petals wafting on the frozen wind…

She wonders if this is what fish feel like, when they see a lure.

“Hello?” she calls, her voice echoing off the trees. The world stands in permanent semi-twilight here, and the deeper shadows hide the mobs that will venture out come nightfall. A sneak of creepers is bedded down in a sweetberry bramble just on the other side of the clearing, and False tenses when the lead boar lifts his head, but he apparently doesn’t deem her worth stalking so early in the day. 

There is no other reaction to her call.

False is of half a mind just to head back home and farm her own dang trees. It’s not like the vaultar is picky about the kinds of logs—she could just as easily grow up a bunch of birch and throw those in there. But that will take so much longer… not to mention she’s not sure if there are even enough saplings in her storage.

She unhooks her enchantment-glittered axe from her belt and pauses to mentally poke at her mana reserves. Plenty high. Whatever’s lingering near this tree, it can hardly be worse than what she deals with on the daily in the vaults. Overworld dangers are barely a challenge anymore.

The logic of that doesn’t change the uneasy feeling that buzzes over her skin though. 

Venturing further into the clearing. False’s gaze traces up the trunk of the cherry tree, following its branches to where they terminate in lush bursts of pink and white blooms. A sweet smell drifts on the wind. She wrinkles her nose, reminded of compost piles and fermented spiders’ eyes. 

The tree’s branches stretch long and low—a canopy of their own, heavy with flowers and dark, glossy leaves. The space underneath is filled with falling flowers and a fog of pollen, the air moisture-thick like a lush cave.

Lifting one hand, False catches a falling petal on her fingertip.

It sizzles as it touches her skin, stinging and buzzing like live redstone.

She hisses through her teeth, shaking her hand and letting the petal fall to the forest floor. “What the heck?”

Another petal tumbles past her face, and she watches it with narrowed eyes—right until it fizzles out of existence a few pixels above the forest floor.

“Glitch,” she mutters. “That’s… not good.”

Iskall needs to know about this—it could be a bug from one of the new updates, or it could be something deeper in the code, but either way: this glitched tree is a problem. She’s probably lucky it just stung her.

She reaches for her communicator, raising it to take a pic of the cherry tree.

“Oh, hi there, False!”

False yelps, spinning around with her axe ready to swing.

Gem is standing behind her, a wreath of cherry blossoms tangled in her hair and antlers, leaning casually on a tall staff of blooming cherry wood. Her smile is wide, and sap flows over her fingers, pale golden, dripping down her arms to leave dark spots on the faded denim of her overalls.

“Gem!” False lowers her axe. “Oh my gosh, you scared me. I didn’t know you were doing Vault Hunters.”

“Hm?” Gem raises one eyebrow, and for a moment her eyes flicker to red and then purple before settling back on green. “Oh—I’m not doing Vault Hunters, False.” Her voice is amused, almost chiding.

“Oh.” False feels unexpectedly small—which is impressive, considering she’s nearly half a block taller than Gem. 

More of the glitched petals fall, resting on Gem’s hair and slowly melting into it like snowflakes. The brief moment of relief when False had seen Gem’s familiar grin is fading into something like the sensation of freefall. 

“What’cha up to?” Gem asks, and her face blinks from one expression to the next like a bad video message. Her clothes are blue—no, green—no, bloodstained and grey—no, blue. They’ve always been blue.

False takes a step back.

“Uh, not much…” she glances up at the redwoods. “Just doing some… resource gathering. You know.”

“Cool!” Gem giggles, and stands up straight. False tenses, but Gem only spins around her staff and waves a hand at the glitched tree. “I didn’t realize this was an occupied server—are there many people here?”

There’s a buzzing in False’s skull, and she blinks rapidly. A muscle twitches under her eye. 

“Um…”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Gem lifts one hand and grabs one of the lowest branches of the cherry tree. She really should not have been able to reach that.

Swinging herself up with the lithe, effortless strength of a cat, she perches on the limb and stares down at False. The grin is gone from her face now, and she looks down at False with bright eyes.

“Etho’s not here, is he?”

False opens her mouth to answer, the words yes, of course he is, I can take you to him heavy on her lips… And with effort, she swallows them back. 

They taste of sweet rot.

“Why... why doesn’t what matter?” she asks instead.

Gem stares at her for a long moment, expressionless. The flowers woven through her antlers are growing of their own accord, twining up to caress their brethren in the branches overhead. 

Then she smiles broadly, flashing teeth that nearly glow white in the dappled shadows. “Oh!” she exclaims. “No reason! I’m only passing through, is all.”

“You’re not… you’re not sticking around?” False tries—and mostly fails—to sound disappointed.

“Naaaaah…” Gem stands and walks along the branch, as secure and balanced as if it were a stone floor. The flowers in her hair flow along behind her, sliding from the branches and falling like a cape down her back. “Worldhopping is easy. Staying in one spot is way harder.” 

False watches the flowers move and swirl, their smooth, strange motion ensnaring her attention. The buzzing is back, too. Like bees, drunk on honey and sleepy in their hive.

“World hopping…?” she manages. “With admin commands?”

Gem’s laugh is as brilliant as a knife and as sharp as a spark. “False!” she crows. “You say the funniest things.”

False laughs. It seems appropriate. She isn’t sure why.

“Anyway,” Gem continues, fading into one patch of blossoms and reappearing on the other side of it. Her eyes are sprays of cherry flowers now. Her antlers are branches. “Anyway, cherry trees are all the same. They make it easy to get around.”

“That…” doesn’t make sense, False wants to say. But her lips are heavy, and coated in sticky sap. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.

“Oops! Behind you, False!” 

Gem’s chirped warning is flaked in glee, and False turns around, as slow as if her feet are buried in soul sand.

The creepers she had seen—the entire sneak—are standing behind her, pink flowers blooming from their eyes. 

“Oh no.”

The boar’s blinded head snaps toward her voice, hissing. He starts to aggro, bioluminescent streaks flashing from his snout to flanks in increasingly-swift pulses of light.

“See ya in season ten, False!” Gem cries out cheerfully.

The axe drops from False’s nerveless fingers, trailing strings of sap. She smells the inescapable stench of burning gunpowder, overlaid with rot.

“...Dangit.”

[FalseSymmetry was blown up by a creeper]

~*~

Jerking upright in her own bed, False swipes wildly at her face, trying to smear away tree sap that isn’t there. 

“What the heck, Gem?” she exclaims at her empty base. Her voice falls flat, swallowed up by the sky that surrounds her builds. The clock above her head ticks impatiently, and she huffs in frustration, pushing up out of her bed. All her tools, gone—her levels, gone... and after all that she still needs those logs for the vault. 

Grumbling, she starts pulling backup gear from various chests, trying to cobble together something that can get her back to the redwood grove before her items despawn—assuming they hadn’t all been obliterated by a second or third creeper explosion. She glances at the vaulter, and freezes.

It’s been completed. The crystal floats gently atop the stone pedestal, gleaming with an inner light. 

And, tumbled at the base of the vaulter—abandoned, more than was needed to fill the crystal’s requirements:

Half a stack of cherry logs.

#falsesymmetry #geminitay #red said eldritch gem rights #let her be cheerful and scary too she deserves it #also there needs to be more Vault Hunter fic in the world. and more False content. #this was inspired by a post of some enormous redwood trees I saw the other day with teeny tiny people at the base of them #along with Gem's tree building -- the cherry trees in her hardcore and s9 builds #and the headcanon from hc8 and empires that she's a worldhopper #anyway this is the first thing I've really written in (over?) a year so... I'm quite happy about it. #might polish and put it on AO3 later but for now it's just for the hellsite <3 #redwinterwrites #oh also excuse for creeper/minecraft worldbuilding yaaay XD

[holidehg]

messing around

#oc #oc: vivian #oc: annushka #i normally dont post this time of day so i might rb this later

[dispotatorulzz]

Queen and Laz plus some little pages !!!

Lazarus looks kinda bald but there is like nothing I can do about it hes just built like that . ALSO !!! Lazarus is a bigger pony Queen is just an alicorn (big)

I hope we get to see some of grefgore destroying someone with that sword he was given what happened to it even

#jrwi the suckening #the suckening #jrwi grefgor #jrwi shilo #jrwi soda #jrwi emizel #Laz looks like hes tiny and also balding man cannot win/lh #i promise he is like one of my favourites i wanna give him a kis s #i really like the idea of emizel drawing angry eyebrows on his cutie mark to make it seem cooler its so silly #i MIGHT do edward twilight later(no promises !!!) #ALSOOOO. ive had these pages done for a bit i did Not do all this in two days LMAOOOOO #i would talk about them more but i dont wanna make the post to long </3 #if you have questions about design reasons for them (or any of my ponies for that matter) just ask i probably have a reason #MyArt

[mochiiniko]

day 1: from the start

#rhythm doctor #chiimo art shenanigans #cocole #i know i posted this in the rd server before but i forgot to post it here so uhhh #might as well list it as the first day of cocole/valentines week lol #i. may or may not have a whole posting schedule planned this week 💀 #not all of them are gonna be “serious fully rendered” stuff tho because that will actually burn me out 😭 #tomorrow is probably gonna be a whole compilation of shitposts because i realized i never really posted them here #gonna be some doodle compilations later this week too #also wally introduced me to laufeys music and i have not been normal since </3

[m-eltdown]

#11:11 #i was super lazy today ~ spent it napping for the most part so i'll probably be up super late but o well #happy weekend timez #might delete this later? who knows heheh #my post #mine #myself #my photo #my face #felt cute #lazy girl #lazy day #weekend vibes #septum piercing #septum #girls with piercings #curly hair #no makeup #blue eyes #natural hair #selfie #selfie time #no makeup selfie #alternative #wavy hair #curly #curly girl

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

Do you sleep with socks on

this is such a random ask that I feel like i’m morally required to answer it lol

and the answer is- this ✨mysterious✨ museum curator obviously never sleeps soooo that answers your question :)

#ask #the hellsite answers #anonymous #hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit #shitpost #shit post #also I actually haven’t been sleeping and just have been spending every waking moment texting #because like if I wasn’t a ✨mystery✨on here i’d SCREAM FROM THE TOO OF MY LUNGS THAT I HAVE A WONDERFUL GIRLFRIEND NOW #AND AM TOO DISTRACTED TO DO ANYTHING ELSE BUT TALK WITH HER AND AAAHHH #but i’m a complete and total ✨mystery✨ so i’m totally not saying that ahahaha nope #mysterious museum curator tour guide barbie obviously isn’t saying that and totally can contain her excitement and be so so chill about this #hahaha of course #you know it’s bad when I can’t help but EMOTION POST ON MY HHOF BLOG AAAHHH #help y’all I have to chill #definitely delete this tags later oops #I can’t not post them tho or I might explode #but also #like I didn’t post the other day for the first time in like 4 months #like wtf #am too busyyyyyy aaaahhh #this is when someone needs to scream ‘go to sleep miss curator’ into the void bc I might need that oops #this is a mega shitpost wow

[ghoooooooooooooooost]

the incel problem in the kr game industry has been there for years, but it really seems like projmoon started a chain reaction to the recent things going down. the company in the spotlight currently is nexon, involving maplestory n blue archive among other games. and nexon doesn't have the "indie company" excuse

dudes are currently complaining any time they see anything resembling a 🤏 pinching hand gesture. an artist from an animation studio working with nexon (studio ppuri) has been fired. art is being edited or taken down because of incels combing through literal seconds of clips to catch things that look like 🤏 . studio ppuri is under investigation; associations and unions have been holding conferences and protests against nexon

(clip of the ppuri mv that was taken down. the screenshot under it shows up for only a second and just looks like a half heart)

blue archive is also.... currently under a lotta heat online for other reasons including this...

+ these guys brought up the gesture when they harassed the limbus cg artist too but it didn't cross my mind at the time

(the limbus company cg mentioned)

a korean radfem group, megalia, did use the pinching gesture as a symbol in the past, but they're defunct. and obviously assuming all feminists are like that or that anyone who does/draws the pinching movement is one of them is still ridiculous. so is claiming any instance of it is hate speech like nexon is doing

a couple days after i initially wrote this post it came to light that the artist who was fired wasn't even responsible for that part of the storyboard. she was scrapegoated. nexon has also been coddling the incels and harming women employees by doing things like giving out the social medias of said employees to fans of dungeon & fighter (what the hell)

#text post #i know i said i might stop following the pmoon situation bc i didn't agree w some of the big protestors but i feel like i gotta keep lookin #like there's emergency court meetings now it's so bad. maplestory.... #edited this a few days later

[skizabaa]

Magma doodles: featuring portal au doodles, a random moon, and some horror sun designs <3

#skizabaa scribbles #fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #dca portal au #fnaf moondrop #fnaf moon #moondrop fnaf #moondrop #body horror tw #body horrow cw #body horror #fnaf sundrop #sun fnaf #sundrop #the horror designs are literally so much fun to draw... might make an au for it who knows #im such a big fan of body horror in designs... #also there are more magma doodles... I'll post them either later tonight or after the holidays <3 #There are so many magmas now... there were like 4 in one day... fr wish I could join them all #if anyone has name suggestions for the horror sun design/possible au lmk!!

[nis-talks-qsmp]

Bad and Foolish being immortal makes their relationship make so much sense

That being said, Bad and Foolish's friendship to me is the same as the one this Colombian friend group I once met had

Let me explain...

I went to an exchange program once where 4 schools from 4 different countries would be given the chance to have 4 students go to Germany

The people from Colombia explained to us that in their country, most people go to public school, and a lot of private schools are extremely exclusive

Their school happened to be so exclusive that most classes had around 5 people

So for most of your life you saw the same 4 people at school

They seemed to always be either very close or genuinely hate each other. There was this one girl that the other 3 had at arm's length a lot of the time, but they would still hang out and talk casually

I didn't talk much with them myself, but the people I was traveling with confirmed that they seemed to be very toxic; doing things against the other, getting mad at each other about it, and then go clubbing together the next day as if nothing happened.

Because you kind of have to get along, you're gonna see them every single school day until you graduate. If you had more classmates, you could allow yourself to ignore them; but whether you like it or not, they're gonna be a constant in your life.

Now, imagine being immortal. You see most people around you die at some point (if you stay long enough for that), maybe you've even killed some people yourself.

They all come and go, in and out of your mind in a blink.

But there's this one guy you keep encountering. You've known him for a long time, which doesn't happen a lot.

Every few hundreds of years you'd cross paths and hang out. Because... why not? It's one of the only familiar faces you can think of

Sometimes, you get along. Sometimes you don't. Either way, you're still gonna gravitate towards each other and strike conversation every single time

Now you're forced to be in the same place. Of course you're gonna hang out!

You have the weirdest possible conversations (You've already talked about everything else)

You slap him with a fish for hours, you let him slap you with a fish for hours (you've got the patience for it, you've done worst things for longer and the gods know you have the time)

You electrocute him, prank him, flirt with him, offer him emotional support, set him on fire, compliment him, insult him, falsely accuse him of murder, you plan his murder right in front of him, you plan other people's murder together, you tell him your most secret plan, you know when he's hiding things from you

Because he probably knows you more than most people

Because he's your friend

Because he's your sworn enemy

Because what else are you supposed to do

#might post without the first bit of context later #just so less people get bored and stop reading lmao #I also think immortality says a lot about bad's obsession with skeppy but that's a story for another day #anyways #Foolish flipping a coin to decide if he lies and says BBH was behind the workers' murders got me thinking about their friendship again #q!foolish #q!badboyhalo #q!bbh #qsmp #what's their fucking duo name again i can't keep up with this shit #in the rare case someone from that program is reading this no you're not #edit: #land duo #thank you person in the notes

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

who's your favorite character to draw? (doesn't have to be only mdzs characters)

I'd have to go with...Little Apple and Wei Wuxian!

#poorly drawn mdzs #wei wuxian #little apple #ask #mdzs au #equineswap au #“op why is that a tag” Maybe I have a elaborate and thought out AU. An..... equine swap AU. #Might post my doodles later... or leave it hanging in the air as a threat. #xiao pingguo's terrible awful no good equine adventures start when neighbouring donkey kidnaps her and drags her on an adventure #okay lemme actually address the question. Cause I really appreciate the prompt! #I don't just have mdzs on the brain but they certainly are what I *draw* the most these days. #I spent a good amount of time hammering our wwx's design to be easy and fun to draw so I suppose I enjoy drawing him! #and while im not at all an equine drawing master...I really love drawing little apple. The donkey version. #Though her scrappy human au version has grown on me immensely #tertiary to these two....I really like drawing my goofy cat creature and the fluffy dogs. Though that's rather self indulgent to say