And here’s how Val didn’t understand Vox’s thorough crayon explanation for his “let’s take it all over to satisfy my god complex” plan. #HazbinHotelVox #HazbinHotelVal #StaticMoth #HazbinHotel #HazbinHotelSeason2 #HazbinHotelFanart

Does anyone want to DM (no minors), I desperately need a friend, I’m abused 24/7 and forcibly kept isolated since over twenty years and I can’t take it anymore.

And the absolute ungrateful drivel she posted confirms my suspicions that I would have heartily disliked her even more if I happened to get to know more about her. I hate this.

Everybody talking everything but this? Hello my best loved bestie is getting abused, can someone, possibly and preferably Alastor, go in for the rescue? Yeah? Let’s go.

#HazbinHotel Fandom Currently: That trailer fucking hell we’re so ready what the fuck the animation is so good, and the songs, but most of all we’re here for the plot! The plot:

#radiostatic guys my hand slipped

Abandoned to scrape by the skin of my teeth.

Another day of getting abused, another night crying in silence, alone. I want to live... ;

A(vengers)rtists: Assemble. This but make it All Might and Deku in a same age AU at UA. #AllMight #SmallMight #ToshinoriYagi #Deku #IzukuMidoriya #OneForAll but no #AllForOne #BNHA #MHA

When the level of bigotry exceeds the bigotry-metre that’s when you know that’s a non-starter and it’s best to turn around and hopefully find someone to interact with who is morally sound.

He'll always be here, wherever “here” is, the beauty of All Might, one of the many beautiful things about this man. And this art is peak. So much love for this and him.

Oh my god now I like to think Freakinori is an accidental nickname Gran Torino created and Toshi just rolled with it. Like, nth mad save by AM, GT yells "Freakin' hell, Toshinori!" and after Toshi nearly gives GT a heart attack with his stunts, GT goes "Freakin- nori... Yagi... YOU." And it stuck.

Happy Enji Day. 🫀🔥

Happy Enji Day. 🔥♥️🫶🏻♥️🔥

What has three legs in the morning, three legs in the afternoon and three legs in the evening? Viktor. Cheers. #Arcane

Hey, me again, and again... ;

Flying. High, low and Highest. #Arcane #VI #TheStoryofWe

No, seriously. #Arcane #Vander #Silco #Vanco #Zaundads

I’m preachin’ to the choir, can I get the (mic) gay a little higher? #Arcane #Vander #Silco #Vanco #Zaundads

Um, I miiight be eight of ’em bc I can’t bloody choose a name, one that feels just good to me...

I so wish for MY covers in THIS style with ALL the details oh my goddd.

Oh my goddd.

Oh my goddd.

Takes me about twenty tries to quote post any post, correcting and correcting my turn of phrase when I know full well there’s no editing required. Sucks (aka it's inhuman) to be abused and alone in the world because of 24/7 abuse.

Can you tell I’m terrified of people-displeasing?

He looks like me. As in, he loves having long hair YET hates it wet and if he happens not to have the chance to dry it, he’s each time invariably one-second bad decision away from hacking it off pixie-short with his dagger. So many close calls, more to come: Shōta e’ryone. I love this man so much.

I love this. So much. Same Kei, same.

Baby and Babe arrived and they are GORGEOUS (feat me in the bg feeling like a helpless idiot).

LET'S F™CKING GO.

WIPxIII

Abused & (Too Little Too Late) Atoner.

LET’S FUCKING GO.

LET’S FUCKING GO.

LET’S FUCKING GO.

Your pfp is your therapist. Session would see an abundance of “I know!” “right?!” “honest”, lots of crossed-arm listening while nodding fierce approval, invariably ending with set hex (borrowed the excellent say gex phrasing) before the next rounds, which are increasingly back-to-back. Sign me up.

The good old days never even ever existed in the life that is mine but I am not yet allowed to live... but if they had existed, that could have been the caption here... ;

Remember the Name['s IPA]: /rɛ kɑ jɑ ❖ ɑl dər tɑ ɪr/

The constant abuse has me malnourished and lacking even clothing, I've like 3 possessions left. Cue the pic of the day and it turns out 2 of my 3 items are the same colour. So even with every thing stolen from me & bare to the bone, I was apparently equipped to meet a delightful yellow lighthouse.

Regained a drawing tablet when in three weeks it'd've been two full years without and 25 not being allowed to exist. Result: a small piece of linework, a poorly scribbled screen 'cause pen pressure is giving hell, third go and first finish is... my love Tōya. Delighted and very much not surprised.

Let's fucking go.