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#okay i’ll be normal i’ll be normal
starscelly · 5 months
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onnea 24 (:
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inkclover · 4 months
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been feeling hella tired… so i drew prismo being tired 💃 😔 🛌
rough sketches below the cut:
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first art of 2024 and its the fruity wall stickers fellas… HUZZAH
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kentolove · 2 years
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— 1 missed call from [Name] —
Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t call you back. Ignore the missed call, head back to bed, and forgot you forever. Forget the romance you once shared and move on. Forgot all the words of love that ever left his lips. You are not his and he is not yours.
But he can’t. He can’t possibly ignore you when you’re calling him at 2AM, yearning for him in whatever way you do.
So he calls. Like the fool that he is, he calls his ex-girlfriend of one year back.
“Hello?”
“Tsukishima…” you trail, and your voice is distant. So far, so small, so fearful. He hears your hesitance from one word only.
He wishes you could call him your Kei again.
“Why did you call me?” Tsukishima responds with hostility, for that is all he knows. When he lost you, his ways changed and his heart turned to stone. It seems that anger is all he knows these days, a hard tongue made of venom and stone.
“I-I wanted to talk to you.”
You stutter. You stutter and Tsukishima knows that you’re drunk. You have a few habits whenever you’re intoxicated, and a stutter is always accompanied with the alcohol.
“You’re drunk,” is all he says.
“I know.”
“Talk to me when you’re sober,” he goes to cut the call, but a quick wait! is enough to halt his movements.
“God, I don’t even know why I even called you,” you whisper, as if speaking to yourself.
He sighs, “where are you?”
“Um, I’m not sure.”
“You went out not knowing where you’re going?” He asks, and it’s that condescending tone you hate. The one that pushed your relationship to its limit.
“It’s not like I wanted to be here,” you whisper yet again, a measly attempt at defending yourself.
Another sigh, another sign of disappointment, and Tsukishima finally speaks up.
“Go to the Maps app.” You mumble a small okay, and do as he tells you. “Now zoom in on your location and send it to me.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
You listen to him and soon after Tsukishima gets a notification. He doesn’t bid you goodbye, simply cuts the call and gets up from his bed. He heads for his closet, grabbing two jackets, and heads out the door.
He’ll see you for the first time in a year.
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And see you he does.
You’re sat on the curb of the road, your knees pushed against your chest and your head resting on your knees. It seems as if you’re asleep, your eyes closed and body still.
He kneels beside you, whispering your name loud enough to wake you up.
“Huh?” You groan, turning your head to look at the man you can’t seem to let go. “Kei?”
There it is. It’s always sounded so sweet on your tongue, so sultry and intimate. It’s his given name, the one he grows to love each time you say it.
It’s bittersweet hearing it from you.
“Why are you just sleeping in the middle of the road? What if some pervert stopped by?”
“But nobody did,” you say, logic leaving you in your drunken state. You move closer to him, seeking his warmth.
You’ve always loved his touch. When you once called him yours, his body was always somehow attached to yours. Your skin on his, his heart in your palm.
He sighs, “get in the car, [Name].”
He pulls you up from your position, easily holding you as gently as he can.
“You never used to call me by my name,” you stop and lean into his shoulder. “I was always your baby.”
Tsukishima knows it’s the alcohol talking. That you’d never say this sober, and that there’s a possibility that you don’t mean any of those words. But his heart still hurts. It hurts so much that he feels as if he has lost himself. Lost all the progress he made to just get over you.
(But perhaps he never really stopped loving you, if he was so willing to pick up your call.)
He lays you on the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt for you. He drapes the extra jacket over your shoulders, and you remember it to be one of your favourites. You stare at him the whole time—eyes on his—but he refuses to look back. Not when he knows how easily his resolve could crumble with you around.
The car starts soon after, and you’re already asleep. Your head lays peacefully on the mirror, and Tsukishima wishes he could stay like this forever. In a world where he is yours and you are his.
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There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets.
He prefers to live in the present and let the past be the past. What has happened is unchanging, so why worry? Why worry about what he should’ve done, when all he has is the now?
There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets. But he will always regret leaving you.
He knows that now, as he is in your bedroom, trying to find a way to change you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear.
You’ve always been a heavy sleeper, unmoving in the midst of all noise. That trait carries on to now, as he struggles to get your top off your body.
You squirm as he touches you. “Kei,” you whisper. “Why’d you pick me up?”
“You called me.”
“But you picked up,” you slur, “you could’ve ignored me. You were good at that when we were together.”
He winces. He knows you don’t mean it. You’ve always been far too kind to respond with such malice, especially towards him. Even when your relationship was walking on a tightrope, you never once yelled at him.
“Why were you so mean, Tsukishima?” It’s a rhetorical question, he knows it, but his heart burns the more you speak.
“I loved you so much, but you didn’t love me at all.”
“Don’t,” he immediately interrupts, “don’t say I never loved you.”
“You never showed me,” your voice is small, and he knows you’re about to cry. (Even after all these months, your habits remain in his mind.)
“I love you. So much more than you’ll ever understand,” he speaks with so much passion, that he forgets his confession.
He loves you. His heart will always belong to you.
“I love you too,” you cry, and a single teardrop grazes your cheek.
“You never deserved me.”
“I get to decide that,” you grab his delicate face with your rough hands. He always fit so perfectly in your palms. “I get to decide who is good for me.”
He pauses, resting in your hands and cherishing every moment he has with you. And it’s in your calloused palms where Tsukishima realises what he misses. He misses your presence, your love, you. Every habit that made him love you so deeply, he misses.
He will be yours again, he decides, as you hold him close. Somehow, someway, he will win you back.
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napping-sapphic · 2 months
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If anyone ever wants to live out that romance trope where the love interest dramatically goes to comfort someone during a storm while they’re afraid please let me know as it has been storming for ten minutes and i have been crying for six of them
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anna-scribbles · 26 days
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h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work
unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion
#in some ways it IS the move to go to grad school right out of undergrad#because your body can still sort of operate like a college kid#i’m on about 3ish hours of sleep rn and this morning it felt SO over but now i’ve eaten something and we’re so back#i also don’t really do caffeine. except sometimes i’ll go get one of those panera death lemonades#i might be able to snag a short nap before work#but anyway about seventeen year old emilie. i was thinking abt how she was in that movie solitude and adrien said she was seventeen#WAIT. NO. HE SAID SHE WAS SEVENTEEN IN THAT PHOTO ON HIS DESKTOP NOT IN THE MOVIE#well. okay whatever i’m gonna tell you what i was thinking about anyway#OKAY i’m back i just checked the wikipedia page and then i watched the end of gorizilla. to make sure i’m not lying. because i’m normal.#anyway i was thinking about the solitude film and how it’s super rare and old and obscure and whatever. and how apparently#emilie wrote it herself and andre produced it#and i’m thinking about how gabe was discovered by audrey and that’s how he got his start in the fashion industry#so now i’m like?? did gabe and emilie first meet on the set of solitude? because gabe was designing costumes or whatever?#and that’s how audrey found him? have people already thought about this??#also i just checked and it doesn’t say emilie’s last name in the credits and also it’s ‘graham films’ with the twin rings logo m#so i’m assuming she’s still emilie graham de vanily at that point#anyway it comes back to seventeen year old emilie because i started imagining seventeen year old runaway emilie having her new life in pari#after escaping her british nobility life#and the first thing she does is write and star in an original movie. of course.#and she meets this repressed bisexual punk upstart costume designer who is so the opposite of everyone she’s ever known#and he’s immediately so unhealthily obsessed with her. which she appreciates.#and then they proceed to have the most toxic doomed evil relationship of all time#also she gets cheated because once gabe gets money he represses himself SO hard that he is now exactly like all the people emilie grew up w#but at least he’s still obsessed with her#this is what i was thinking about during class today. i don’t know how i get anything done either.#ml#anna rambles#asks
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kimbapisnotsushi · 9 months
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MY FRIEND SENT ME THIS AND I HAVE NOT STOPPED LAUGHING FOR FIFTY MINUTES
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petrichormore · 3 months
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still not over foolhalo today btw
Foolish, after seeing the addition Bad built on the heart and the ‘proposal’ dansir added: to answer your question Bad… fuck no
(literally like 3 hours pass)
Bad: Ehhh I wouldn’t marry any of you
Foolish:
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sharkdays · 3 months
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anyways. here’s my liko journal spread re-do
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an-albino-pinetree · 3 months
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Warnings: Suggestive- PFFT noo no no- that’s- there’s absolutely nothing to glean from this doodle, sus? What does that even mean- there’s absolutely nothing untoward about this very normal drawing, and I took that sentence the way it was supposed to be taken-
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*staring at myself in the mirror* do NOT think about c!wils guitar do not think about him getting it when he was little and playing it constantly do not think about him playing it for money as he traveled to the smp do not think about him playing it for the og lmanberg crew do not think about him writing the anthem do not think about him being forced to leave it behind after the election do not think about it getting destroyed in the explosion on november 16th do not think about him spending months in exile and years in limbo and just forgetting about it do not think about him getting revived and walking around singing to himself do not think about him moving to utah and finding a little music shop near his shitty ass gas station do not think about him saving up his paychecks for months and doing anything he could to save some money do not think about him sitting down in his shit apartment playing again for the first time in god knows how long and it’s not quite the same it’s not quite his but it’s good enough
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shepscapades · 1 year
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14? For the doodle song thing?
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14. Put Me To Work - Big Data
Ough, this is the second song on Dbhc Etho’s playlist!! i love this song so much fr, I think it represents Pre-Deviancy Etho while also kinda nodding towards Post-Deviancy Etho’s tendency to play into his android characteristics/instincts/programming? But OUGH this is such a good one, so many songs from this album ended up on his playlist SJFGJ
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pixlerelish · 6 months
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Baba
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larphis · 10 months
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Remembering that Neil Gaiman is actually a part of this hellsite (affectionatly) is like waking up in a parallel universe where everyone shares their porn account with their dad.
It feels highly inappropriate, weird and uncomfortable for everyone involved, but also hilarious in a twisted way.
“Oh god, work was so exhausting today, but I wanted to let you know that I saw the gay video you added to our favorite-list and despite all odds I thought it was quite enjoyable.
…We do have to talk about that furry porn of yours though”
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thwackk · 2 years
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i demand your arts
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here u can have this one single piece of fanart i made for the fanfic that literally ruined my entire life
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thinking about the tidestrider siblings and just how tragic they are cause like you have gillion the prophet the chosen one by his unfortunate birth right and raised by people turning him into a weapon rather than a diplomat/scholar. a boy taken away from his family to be corrupted for government need all because of the day he was born. a boy who’s life has been lie given the recent episode (110). someone who has been fighting for not the entirely right reasons. someone who is trying to undo all that has been hardwired into his head because of the family he’s formed above water. and then there’s edyn. who had to watch her younger brother be taken away. who could only visit when given permission because family means nothing. do you think when she heard the prophecy she assumed he was going to be raised different than he was? do you think the first time she visited and saw her baby brother beaten and covered in scars she knew something was wrong? do you think she was weary of the elders from the beginning but didn’t feel like she could do anything until gillion was banished? do you think she ever regrets the fact that she had to watch him grow up from a far and couldn’t spend quality time with him? do you think she left the undersea to try and do anything to get him protection from the elders? do you think maybe she works with raft to give herself and gillion protection? do you think she feels she has to do this because if the elders won’t protect him and she can’t who will? do you think she trusts in her brother to do the right thing but ultimately, knowing his training, is worried he’ll make the wrong call? do you think relief washed over her meeting chip and jay and knowing he was still able to find a family?
do you think gillion ever considers the pain he may have caused to edyn? do you think he would assume edyn to be disappointed in him not having an identity outside of the chosen one? do you think while in the black sea he remembers her letter and how she may never know what happens to him?
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hexblooded · 2 years
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you know what would be an amazing thing to happen at end this campaign? loquatius doing a final broadcast as the city falls.
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