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@mechmolar
Polycule but it’s just two people in a romantic relationship with each other and their third who’s pretty obviously aroace but also somehow so deeply intertwined in their lives that it’d just be wrong to not count them as involved. Is this anything.
I met every single creepy pasta and they wre all nice to me
A lot of you relating to this one!
we live in such'a kind world
be nice to him its his first day!! 🎉🎉🎉
Shut up m'dudes, it's a national holiday
Happy Kermie Day to all who celebrate!
A most important day
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
Happy 420
Happy 420
“You can find me on Twitter or Instagram if Tumblr collapses” You will NOT find me using the white supremacist/ai slop apps!!! If you wanna contact me outside of this hell hole you’re either gonna find me on the most niche forum known to man or you’re using carrier pigeons bitchhhhhhh!!!!
the amount of characters has since Doubled. vintage skins redesign redux + two-strip versions for all of them :] early colored cartoons style (like comicolor or cinecolor)
my hopes for dandy’s world One Day are: 1) a story mode and 2) model overhauls for the vintage skins to make them feel like At All worth earning
the two-tone ones came from my sibling I Had Thought, but xe doesn’t remember suggesting this at all. my idea for a game application for them is like, a second bonus for after you’ve already gotten their original vintage but are continuing to dedicate however much time playing them
this is not ship art 👍
transparent/dropshadowless versions under tha cut + conceptualizing and cleaned up sketches (of the new ones & redos of scraps and gigi)
Benrey’s on the plane right now!!!
I'll bat a THOUSAND christian babies before I throw this game!
I LOVE MY TEAM
they were so funny for this
MARK THE DAMN DATE
so anyway yeah iron lung movie was very good
mighty pirate™
saw trap guy voice hello tumblr user your challenge is to tag an evil female character.
if you tag a man, a literal child, or a woman who didnt do anything wrong at all but is like kind of rude, ill um. i dunno. ill just fucking kill you idkayyy lol i dunnoooo im shyyy im literally shy
guys stop tagging vriska shes a child. i know we all read homestuck at 13 and never reread it because and then just kinda relied on the fandom to remind us of canon but vriska is a baby. like she Ends the comic being around 16. 6teen. shes literally starting to find her way got a new job gonna start at the mall today. like yeah shes a particularly cruel and vicious baby but my post says nooo babies
"but homestuck 2-" she is still around 16 in homestuck two. and also not nearly as bad as she used to be so it doesnt even matter for this post
psychonauts meat circus but with lyrics (evil augustus themesong)
LYRICS: man do i hate psychics, and seeing my son happy! i am an acrobat! IM AUGUSTUS BUT IM EVIL IM EVIL IM EVIL IM AUGUSTUS BUT IM EVIL CIRCUS MAAAAAN MWA HA HA IM AUGUSTUS BUT IM EVIL IM EVIL IM EVIL IM AUGUSTUS BUT I HAVE AN EVIL PLAAAAN MWA HA HA IM EVIL AUGUSTUS EVIL EVIL EVIL AU GUS TUS!!! watch out raz, i am going to throw some fire at you watch out raz, i am going to kick your ass, w(breaks and accidentally laughs on beat)
ykw i'm okay with this being technically my voice reveal. all that growling was DEFINITELY not vocally healthy and you can tell im pushing as low as i can go. but it was fun. and now you guys know what i mean when i say my voice is really girly! and don't try to be polite about it- i'm the only male alto at the theatre and im proud!
🐘: "ADRESS ME!" vvv
