There's Wholesome Ships And There's Toxic Ships, But I'd Like To Coin 'sodium Chloride Ships', Where

[old comic repost]

the four types of dazatsu

So you know when you go into a game going like “that one will be my favourite character” but then you play for a bit and it completely changes?

Yeah so funnily enough I don’t really see this with Levi stans, which is really fucking funny to me because this demographic legit looked at the guy and went like “yes that one” and actually stuck with it.

I respect @noose-lion but what if it is organic material (at least for how the anime does it) since picking the Steinbeck example the guy was at least wearing denim which is cotton.

By the way, wasn’t there something about a cloth in Fifteen? (I didn’t actually get to read the light novel)

More crackish bs over here, but if it’s organic material what are the limitations: organic as in naturally derived, or organic as in chemically speaking?

If no longer human only works with skin on skin contact then won't a condom negate the nullification?

Our prayers have been answered

[WIP]

Here I am, making another Kunibram comic for you

Hello!

I was just reading your Pokémon trainer ik au and I know ik doesn’t have a raticate or rattata but I’m just imagining, through some shenanigan or another, Barbatos ends up running into one and just loses his entire mind.

honestly i'd say any of rodent-like pokemon would give barbatos the heebie-jeebies, no matter how cute they are

pikachu, for example, the electric mouse pokemon - but barbatos doesn't know that. the little guy's sweet, sure! but.... why does he feel such a heavy fog weighing on him when he looks at it.......

also yeah he would take one look at a raticate (0.7m and 18.5kg) and pass out immediately

I got my fandoms mixed up and went

“NOOOO Shrimpy!”

Pirate Beel eating shrimp 🦐

I really loved the pirate outfit and the pirate event! I'll post pirate Belphie soon❣️ most of my stuff is Belphie art ngl💜🤭

just wanna draw England as a hobbit

Preliminary Round 6: Swapped Look

I made a DSMP storybook (with cutouts) inspired by Arthur Rockham's Sleeping Beauty silhouettes.

Full poem (in text) under the cut.

In the depths of a forest, a twisted man did dwell, with all he ever wished for, yet still his greed would swell. A prince of great might, with the earth at his feet, clad in a verdant cloak and a mask of ivory sheet. Though he owned all he sought, his essence was bare, devoid of the joy that his wealth could ensnare. With nothing left to own, he sought immortal life instead, for death he would defy. To be a God, he chose himself, in pride, he led— for none divine could die. One day, he chanced upon a boy who frolicked in the mead. For the first time, his heart was moved and it began to plead. "This child," he exclaimed, "Must be the key to my divinity, for what can move a God's heart, but a muse's affinity?" For weeks, he watched him with passion and zeal, and planned to keep this muse, to whom he would appeal. With gifts and good fortune, he lured the boy with ease, seeking nothing but for all his friendship in his kindly pleas. The boy, trusting and naïve, followed the False God's lead, his deceit spun like silken web, to which he paid no heed. The man betrayed him and drove his loved ones away, leaving the boy destitute, completely alone to sway. "Do not despair," said the False God, "for I will not leave you behind." He held tight to the weeping boy and promised, “To you, I will be bind.” "Never will I leave you," the False God declared, "I am your only friend. Forever, we'll be paired." The boy followed him, his obedience in vain. Often, he was struck, the man delighting in his pain. The boy tried to change, to avoid the man's ire, but nothing could satisfy the False God's desire. "You are my muse," he confessed with glee, "The key to my salvation, the one who'll set me free." He locked the child away in a vault without end, using him as a vessel for magic he could bend. The boy's pleas for mercy went unheard and ignored. Each time, he was destroyed, and again, he was restored. Every return to life, he was less the same, no progress made. The boy no longer smiled or laughed, his inner-light soon to fade. The False God gazed upon his work with horror and with fear, for now he knew his immortal life was impossible to near. He would die, alone and bereft in a world so vast, his muse no longer moving his heart, for at last he could see, that the boy was just an ordinary child, and nothing more than he.