7teen | michael | he/him i post whenever i feel like it consistency is dead
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wanted to draw galra keith but more based on krolias design and i think now he TOO krolia
i love you galra keith
the brothers ever
just remembered that swap au i used to have while scrolling for refs on my blog
welcome to my evil all nighter its currently 6:30 am anyways SHADOW RIFLEEEEE
I stumbled upon a website that allows you to blend any colors evenly no matter how opposite on the spectrum they are.
sharing the knowledge
very helpful art resource
trollhunters brainrot goes insane
based on my dms with my friend talking about what if toby just casually handed jim the gaggletack during the chnageling arc in s1 and he actually turned and toby passed out lmao
(based on all the aus where jim is a half changeling bcuz his dad was changeling and he doesnt know)
side profiles are the bane of my existence
white as a sheet of paper </3
feeling that spring spirit (its still below 10 degrees celsius outside)
hello poppy playtime fandom
full ref for laters
look at my doctor dawg im not surviving
random thing
drow gregory for a dnd oneshot by my friend
something something ggy page 69
gregory inviting tony to hang out with him in the mimics lair
digital greg n rose
obligatory yearly springtrap drawing because if i drew him more than once id go into a 30 year coma
when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done
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