Let's Introduce Teresa, Bill's Personal Therapist At Teraprisma (the Designs Here Are The First Ones

blehh some mspaint doodle requets from twitter 3#

I'm WHEEZING at arcane twitter's general consensus on this moment

here's a little sans fight sketch because well

sans

Not to me. Not if it’s you.

dance on a razor's edge

O captain my captain

the Curtis gang as little itty bitty cats

o/// Finally shouting into the void that is Tumblr. Hello DPS fandom, I just have one question to those who would like to answer, and it's one that i've been thinking about a lot, recently. Are you more invested in Neil and Todd's relationship, or Charlie and Neil's? I tend to find myself leaning more towards Neil and Charlie and their friendship. I have no clue why, I just do. PS: also, huge shout out to my mutuals who followed me back when I had no posts on my blog- you guys are real ones.

These are a few Last of Us sketches I did a while back! I kind of adore Ellie (like I adore them all obviously) but that's why I drew her twice here lol

If you like these sketches I'm selling all of them together here or just the bottom left Ellie one here

Woot woot! All aboard the Gravity Falls AU train!! So, yeah. I've fallen victim to the recent resurgance of Gravity Falls, and i'm not even mad. This is my first fic on AO3, and i'm really excited to see what y'all have to say! Here's a part I very much enjoy from the first chapter: "Gravity Falls was a sleepy little town nestled in the woods of Oregon. Ford knew that going in, pouring over books, and connecting traced anomalies all the way to this backwoods town. It surprised him, really, that while it was lacking in people, there was never a shortage of secrets.

The loneliness, though, he couldn’t have prepared for. While he hadn’t lived with his parents since before his college days, there was always someone in his room. Whether that be Fiddleford, Stan, or even Shermie on some nights, there was always a living, breathing person next to him- a continuous source of noise to shut his brain off, to.

Here, there was nothing. Sure, the quiet hum of insects was audible, and the floorboards shifted and the house creaked, but there was no reassurance. No quiet breaths or gentle noises to fill the night. His eyes always move, his brain always produces one thought after the other, and there is no lull of another tired person to stop them." Hope you enjoy!!