#aw well

[mikunology]

Miku V6 my beloved......thank you LAM-sensei

also happy late Miku Day!

[vari-lynx]

ROGER JONES FANART YAY

Posting to here because 1. I don’t wanna make another blog, 2. I spent twelve hrs on this please look at him

tumblr says the og file is too big :( so the quality is slightly crunched sorry

[gameboy-horror]

Happy Thanksgiving from Da Hubbies ✌🏻💙

[xayspancakeee]

honey, all i am seeing is a soft, loving & whipped husband right here. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

[reiveriie]

remembered that one time scott and joel teamed in a uhc 11 years ago that went horribly for them. and how it was really precious actually.

[biohazardigrade]

Knux i completely forgot I drew

[1crazyslider]

Cookie Run Miis

I'm not in the fandom anymore, I stopped playing a while ago and there's so many new characters that I don't know where to start to get back into it, but I wanted to show the Miis I made of some of the characters since I am proud of them. I went with a more humanized style instead of trying to replicate the Cookie Run art style like some other Mii artists have done.

No code since I'm cheap and don't have online, sorry ^^'

[irlbop]

Copia can talk shit at and roll his eyes at his pops all he wants — that doesn’t change the fact he’s very much like Papa Nihil. It wasn’t in how he carried himself, definitely not. And it wasn’t in his sexual prowess or even in his showmanship.

No….It was that Copia, much like his father, was a goddamn simp.

Had he been confronted before about what he felt his biggest weakness in a relationship was, he’d probably half-jokingly answer, “Perhaps I can be a bit, eh, too passionate. It’s the romantic in me.”

Well. If what he felt for frivolous flings and brief courtships was passionate, then he hadn’t yet found a word to fully capture just how adoring he was of you. Mainly because when it came to you, his mind was aflame with blazes normally found only in the pits of Hell. In fact, in moments of lucidity, Copia would imagine that that was how they very well got there: Perhaps the Old One scooped them up and placed them inside of him, as a gardener might thoughtfully place a treasured bloom meant to grow into a bushel most brilliant and blazing.

It would make the most sense, after all:

Whenever he gazed upon you, whether you wore your most simple cut of habit or donned your most greasy and stained of relaxation clothing, Copia swore you were meant to portray a second fall of Man.

As though Satanas commissioned your creation, and Asmodeus took special care when carving your form and breathing the fire of life into it.

When you smiled, the inferno inside of his mind and chest would flashover into his cheeks, painting his face nearly as red as his tracksuit. When you giggled at his antics, his heart lurched against the cage of his ribs, begging and pleading to be released so that it might merge with yours. Never to be separated, as one single, throbbing thing. When you scolded him, the fire would travel down low, the smoke rising just enough to cloud his mind and leave him wanting to crawl upon his old knees to beg for your forgiveness. He’d even kiss the tips of the expensive shoes he’d insisted on gifting you; it was the most sensible thing to do, after all.

Primo would chuckle and call it a grotesque version of puppy love; Secondo would sniff and call him a masochist; Terzo would taunt and jeer with accusations of him being pussy-whipped.

And while part of the youngest Emeritus brother wanted to feel embarrassed and assert himself as the strong and competent leader he was meant to portray himself as…If any of them ever had somebody like you, he knew they, too, would fall to your feet in worship.

To beg you to let them be your acolyte, to weep for the privilege of serving you, of servicing you. Ah, but that was Copia’s job and Copia’s honor alone. One he performed most devotedly.

You were created for worship, and he, your sole devotee.

Only unlike his father, he wasn’t going to fuck this up — not when he could imagine fucking only you.