Day 20 of Sirentober / Doctober
Hands / Journal
You can tell who never made a deal
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Let's introduce Teresa, Bill's personal therapist at Teraprisma (the designs here are the first ones I made, so you'll see a change later, I hope you like my girl, she needs a raise)
V’s pretty girl era is every era. Even awkward hair length era.
Screaming crying throwing up
im sick guys
edit of all time
Streamer Steven for his Birthday✨✨✨uwaaa
Doing Steven Asks too💕
(KubzScouts, CaseOh, Jerma, FilmCooper, & CoryXKenshin)
[CCAU] the collab is here guys... hope it doesn't awaken anything in jayce.......
read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62617726
Thank you to @sboochi @hijacksecrets! Both of you inspired me into creating my own AU, and I have been quietly working this for almost a year.
So, I like to present the idea of: CHAMPIONS OF ARCADIA AU
A world where this beautiful blorbos are reunited by the King of Camelot himself, to save Arcadia, and the magic of the realm.
Made an arcane fan animation hehe
Shared hobbies………
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!!
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately…” -HDT
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