#so enjoy this mess lmao

[morgana-ren]

i love angst, and i love your writing, but please, PLEASE, i beg you, could you write some hope of tav ever returning now that the imbecile, has realised the error of his ways 🥺😭 (either way, thank you so much, for all your astarion writtings, it has made me feel things, the angst is real and my masochistic heart loves it🥲)

First part of the story HERE

Common complaint I got on that one! So I fixed it just for y'all. This ending is much less sad and much more sappy, so here is the comfort you need after all that angst!

"Darling, will you smile for me? Just once more. Please--"

He feels her cheeks in his palms, the soft skin against his battle-hardened callouses. Desperation cradles his unbeating heart, and for a moment, the emotion is far too much. A searing flame after centuries of frost. A bonfire in a blizzard. It hurts-- it burns--

"My love, I just need you to--"

"Anything my lord, anything at all for you. Simply command me and I will do anything you ask."

"No, I can't-- I-- I won't do it. I won't. I won't!"

"My lord?"

Her head cocks, turning slowly to look upon him, but her eyes-- they are empty; beetle-black and hollow. Her smile is uncanny as a painted doll, her movements disjointed and inhuman. Her teeth are stained crimson with blood, dripping, dripping, ever dripping down, never swallowed, only pooling.

She is light as a feather as she slips away from him, her skin marbling into a sickly gray before ash spreads across her body as a disease, smearing her form into nothingness. Only her face is left untouched, pretty as porcelain, unflinching and unfalling save a small crack that splinters down from her forehead down to her eyes, revealing inky black abyss beneath.

"My lord-- Oh, my tender, vicious lord. I can feel your anguish-- your hunger. Devour me to be whole once more--"

Her blood smells of rot and she--

She is too far gone to save. Too far gone to ever be saved.

"I won't!"

Whirlwind. Pain. Confusion and dread and seeping anguish. A maelstrom of rage and all-consuming despair swelling from within his soul—

—his soul?

The world around him falls away, a wicked tornado thrashing him about, his mind howling in the eternal winds--

And suddenly he is in a chair.

Not a throne. A chair— and a rather uncomfortable one at that.

"What in the hells—"

His vision spins, nausea curling his gut into a wicked tide of sickness barely restrained by his teeth. He tastes stale blood crawling up his throat, threatening to overturn onto the faded rug beneath him.

"Did you see what you wished for, little spawn?"

The voice takes him by surprise. It is not hers, but another, less familiar voice. The wailing animal in his head retreats to a dull roar as his memory creeps back. A brightly colored tent assaults his vision, piecemeal rugs and odd, foreign trinkets abound on makeshift shelves, and before him sits a strange old woman, hood pulled heavy over her straggling gray hair.

"I-- What was that?"

He sees her cracked, aging lips upturn, gnarled hands placed protectively over a strange orb on the table touching his knees. "I have shown you your future, vampling. Was it to your liking?" Panic rises within his stomach again, and though he does not breathe, he clutches his chest. The smell of incense clogs his nostrils and again, the wave of sick threatens to spill forth. Wretched taste of metallic, aged blood sits heavy on his tongue, all sensation too much-- all of it too much.

"No-- No, that cannot be it!"

"This is your path, Pale Elf. The road you walk. The power you seek is well within your grasp, but as I told you before, it will cost you everything."

He vehemently shakes his head, denying it. Denying it before her and all the Gods.

"You told me upon entry that no price was too great for your reward. Do you still agree with this sentiment?"

"No! Not-- not her. Not her. Not that! I couldn't--"

"You can and you shall, sure as the moon follows the sun. You will have everything you ever wanted, but cost of this ritual is plain before you. You cared not for the many souls left to your mercy that are crushed beneath your tyrannical fist in your ascension, but what of the sole one that resides in your heart?"

Her. The light of his life. The air he breathes. The sun on his frigid flesh, the warmth that melts his icy heart.

"No," He hisses, trying to stand, but ultimately unable to muster the strength. "I won't! There-- There must be another way. Show me!"

"There is no other way," She says, solemnly. "It is inevitable."

He swallows down the information like a boulder lodged in his gullet. Her words echo endlessly in his mind, bouncing off the walls and lodging shards of ice directly in his soul.

"What if I-- What if I don't ascend? Tell me, what if I don't?"

She smiles again, teeth flashing through her thin lips. "That is another path, little elf." "I need to know. I-- I need certainty. I won't do this to her, but I--" He pauses, grappling with everything in his mind, desperately flitting about to absorb it all. "If I am going to forgo this, I need to be certain. I need to know that I can protect her, that she will be safe--"

But the woman simply shakes her head.

"Everyone must choose. For some, the path is dark, but for you, you see more than most will ever have the comfort of knowing. I can offer you nothing more. Should you initiate the Rite, you know this will come to pass. I can tell you nothing more if you choose to not. The future is yet unwritten, and the quill resides in your hands." "Then why can I not have both!" He slams a fist on the table, clawing at the soft wood. For the first time in ages, tears prick at his pale lashes and frustration wells a knot in his throat. "Why--" "Because one path is wholly your own, while the other is a tangled web, such is the nature of deals with the Hells. You will get everything you ever wanted and lose everything that made it worth having."

His head slumps, defeated and miserable. Silvery tears slide down the curves of his cheeks, even as he attempts to bite them back. He thought he would find comfort in knowing the future, but all it has given him is utter horror.

"Despair not," She continues. "Yes, you will wither under the sun, an eternally cursed dweller of the night, but all is not lost, is it? The one you love, will she stray from your side?" "I wanted her to have better than that," He sniffles, needling his lip with a fang. "I cannot brave the sun, but her-- She deserves better than that-- better than me."

"And what of what she feels?"

His brows furrow, and he peers up at the woman from tear-beaded lashes.

"You are a night walker; it is in your nature to be selfish. But love is not selfish, little vampling. You must fight your nature, your inherent self-loathing, or your love will always find the fire. What of what she desires?"

"She loves me," He says with absolute certainty. "And I--" "Do you love her?"

"Yes," He hisses, almost insulted that she would ask. "More than anything. I'm here, aren't I?"

"Then the rest matters naught. If you love her, you will allow her the agency to choose-- something you deny her as an ascendent. You must grow past your own follies. To love is to be vulnerable, and you must allow both yourself and her this freedom."

They are hard words to swallow, and yet, he feels the truth resound in them. She would not leave his side, even as he tried to force her to understand. Even as an instrument of his manipulation and schemes came to light, she stood steadfast with him, hand entwined in his, ready to face the fire together.

"I-- I need to know she will be safe."

Again, the woman shakes her head. "You cannot. You must fight fate if you wish to overturn it. You face dire odds, though throwing the dice in your favor now will doom you later should this outcome be the confirmation of your fears."

He sighs, face crinkling as he sniffs once more, summoning the willpower to swallow down the agony of his choice. He finds the strength in his legs to push himself upward from the chair, weak and shaking as a newborn fawn as he does so. "I will do whatever I need to. Anything."

"Then you may yet see this through."

He can hear the fanfare of the circus outside, the bawdy bards strumming away on their lutes and banging on drums, the elated screams of the children and their parents. Facing the light now seems impossible, but he must find his way home to her-- he has to be with her now now now--

"The coin first, boy."

He snaps out of his delirium only long enough to fish his hands into one of his pockets, bringing out a coin. Aged and neglected, the sinister engraving of a skull peers up at him from his palm, ruby eyes gleaming in the light as he tosses it into the woman's knobbily-jointed hands.

"Best of luck to you, night-child," She tucks it away. "We may yet meet again." "No offense, but I hope not."

"Me too, Little Star."

He pays little mind to the bustling streets and bursting taverns of Baldur's Gate, his feet carrying him back to camp as swiftly as his body will allow. It takes him until sundown even as he damn near jobs, ripping through the tree line and into the ruins with the intensity of a man starved.

"Astarion!" Karlach greets him, trying to wave him over. "I've got a bet with Gale about--" "Where is she?" Astarion immediately cuts her off, looking around frantically.

"Who?" Karlach raises a brow.

"Who else?" Wyll crosses his arms, looking intrigued at Astarion's intensity.

"Oh! In her tent, I think. Why? Gotcha a special something' in town for her, eh?" Karlach tries to rib at him, but he pushes past her without a second glance.

"Bet it's a fancy new dress he needs to tear off of her immediately," Karlach rolls her eyes before returning to her business.

He bursts into her tent to find her hunched over a book, tongue poking from between her teeth, as she scans over the page. This only lasts a few seconds before he scrambles onto the bed, squeezing her as tightly as he can manage, burying his nose into her hair, tears brimming in his eyes once more.

"Woah, hey!" She laughs, carefully setting her book aside, trying to discern what in the hells he is mumbling endlessly into her neck.

Need you-- need you-- love you-- can't lose you-- don't ever--

She hushes him, realizing something has gone terribly, terribly wrong, kissing his head and tugging him close. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She tries to cup his cheeks and bring his face up but he adamantly refuses, hard-swallowing the urge to bawl into her shoulder with every ounce of willpower he has. All he can manage is to cling to her, half sobbing, visions of that terrible future swimming in his head. He cannot let it come to pass, he will not--

And she holds him, cradling him in her arms, hushing him gently. Her face creases with worry, running her hands through his silvery hair as he pulls him into her lap.

"Little Star, what's wrong? You seem so upset. What can I do to make you happy, my love?"

"Is it done?" Ulma leans down as she enters the tent, carefully dodging the intricate tassels of the blanket strewn over the entryway.

"It is," The strange old woman replies, still rubbing the coin with her worn thumb.

"And?"

"I showed him nothing but truth," She says quietly. "I did not manipulate his vision. Only channeled it."

"That tells me nothing. I need to know if our children are safe."

"I cannot tell you this, Ulma. You know of the ways of our tribe; our relationship with these magics." Ulma's lips purse, her exasperation evident in her humorless expression. "I need to know--"

"His reaction was genuine. That was not my doing. He knows the price of power. I cannot tell you if he will pay it regardless," The old woman's head lifts, a slight mischievous smile playing on her lips. "But I can tell you what I think."

"And what do you think?"

"I have seen his soul-- the heart of it. I believe you will see our children yet. He will spare our heart to spare his own in kind. It beats in that woman," Her eyes twinkle in the low candlelight, a genuine smile widening across her cheeks. "I believe he can find redemption yet."

#morgana and friends #astarion #astarion spoilers #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #heh that last one messed yall up huh #heres a fix for it #SUPER sappy FYI #SO ENJOY! #I don't usually write sap (or angst) so I am bad at this #sorry its bad fellas #I GENUINELY could not think of a way for him to fix him becoming her cazador so uh #have a retconn #call this a fast fixer upper lmao

[didderd]

(Warning: mildly suggestive nightmare doodle under cut.)

this. this was meant to jus b a warm up doodle hh

#anyways #enjoy th snack #dkfnjdkfv #(that hand 's definitely off. but i couldn't b fuked to mess with it anymore lmao) #(wen y/n so small n skele so big that u can barley see them under him kfjgbn) #suggestive #nightmare sans #nightmare sans x y/n #undertale #undertale au #didderd sins #didderd art

[shima-draws]

Normally Sanji is the most put together person between him and Luffy. He’s probably the most put together person on the entire crew besides Robin. Meanwhile Luffy is a walking disaster, chaos is naturally drawn to him and he’s ALWAYS getting into trouble. When it comes to their actual romantic relationship tho. It’s COMPLETELY flipped lmao

Luffy will walk out on deck with his hair slightly tousled and his vest a bit askew but that’s normal for him. He looks smug as hell but that’s also normal for him. Nobody bats an eye. Then Sanji comes tumbling out of the galley. Shirt untucked and buttoned up the wrong way, hair thoroughly ruffled, clothes rumpled, looking utterly fucking disheveled. His nose is bleeding, he’s stumbling like he’s drunk and his neck is covered in hickies. Everyone on deck proceeds to lose their goddamn MINDS

#Sanji tries to tell them he was ‘attacked’ but then Luffy goes ‘Yeah by me ;))))’ and Sanji promptly gives up #Usopp: Dude you’re a mess. I’ve never seen you this unkempt before #Sanji: I. Listen. #Luffy: 😋 #Sanji: DON’T LOOK SO PROUD OF YOURSELF THIS IS YOUR FAULT #Luffy: I take full responsibility and I WILL be doing it again!!!! #Sanji: NFJSNFNSNCNSNCNSN #Lusan #Sanlu #One Piece #Sanji #Luffy #Shima speaks #Just reminding you all where my heart lies. In case you didn’t know already tee hee <3 #I love the contrast between how they are normally and how they are when they’re intimate #AKA Sanji’s a fucking mess after Luffy gives him any kind of affection and Luffy is fully unbothered #Sanji getting overwhelmed at any physical affection makes me ill actually. #Luffy knows that he’s doing smth right when Sanji’s nose starts bleeding LMAO #Luffy: Cool!! I’m glad Sanji’s enjoying it :D #Meanwhile Sanji’s brain is fried. He can’t even articulate. LMAO #Idk what it is about them!! They’ve changed me!! They awakened something in me………jfjdnnd

[the-kipsabian]

*by common cryptids i mean anything that you can name drop to any regular joe and they know what youre talking about. i mean something that requires more explaining and/or googling

#also no to anyone that actually knows me i dont mean kip in this case i actually have a more obscure fave lmao #anyways this was so difficult enjoy #and/or if you want me to explain something just ask lmao #hyper specific poll #polls #night is an absolute mess on main

[melrosing]

anyway. wip cos I’ve finally felt able to draw again it’s jace

#doing the other Velaryon boys as well #what with irl I’ve been reallyyy struggling to enjoy any and all hobbies for like two months straight #but we’re coming around im remembering happiness again! lmao #didn’t feel able to do much more than characters just standing tho lol so im messing around w my hotd/f&b hybrid designs again

[masuchu]

imagine chuuyas morning voice 🤤

ya’ll test me on a daily pls let me live in peace LMFAO 😭

no cause chuuyas morning voice?? oml. now lets imagine the night before. his face in between your thighs for hours, teasing and teasing until he finally lets you cum …! just for you to do that over and over again .. you win some you loose some huh :/

but now, after a long, restless night, you’ve awoken to clean sheets, an aching body and a naked chuuya pressed up against you. if the pains all over your joints weren’t a reminder of what occured only a few hours previous, then his sultry voice purring out a groan of “morning doll..” definitely slammed memories into you of just where that mouth was before

and if you’re lucky, he’ll indulge in your morning horniness, but at a cost. you did so well for him last night, but don’t you think he’s been missing out? how about you just take care of him for the morning by sucking his cock like the tastiest lolly there ever was <3

#˘³˘ you got mail ! ‎♡ﾞ #wrote this all in one go LMAO #this is what you guys do to me #this is a result of exam stressed pent up a fucking mess masu #i hope that tag made sense #N E WAYS #enjoy this 😎 cause i’ve been so innactive recently LMFAO #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #bsd smut

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hello! I have come asking for you to info-dump about the the modern human au. I full of brain rot of them (especially after the last thing you posted about them, damn) Maybe you can tell us a bit more Sally!!

lucky for you, i've been full of that good ol brainrot As Well! thoughts! feelings! ideas! i got em!

so since we're already on the subject of the Crash Arc, allow me to expand on it for a moment before i get to Sally Thinkings! if you've read the snippet, you may have noticed the extent of Wally's injuries was not listed yet. well! he got messed up with a capital F! since it's fiction and i'm god in this scenario, i'm veering slightly away from realistic damage, immediate & lasting. bc lets be real. if i stuck to "this is as realistic as i can make it", then Wally would be aaaaaabsolutely fucked. it was a bad crash in a very unsafe vehicle at high speeds. like - this is what happened. a drunk driver hit Home going 70 down the freeway. swerve, fishtail, tumble down a (small, shallow, really its more like a glorified ditch) ravine with trees and rocks and shit on it. absolute miracle that Wally didn't die in the crash, let alone during the solid half hour (slightly longer) he was trapped in Home before someone noticed the crash site and called emergency personnel. Wally "hanging up" on Barnaby was actually the impact jarring him so he slipped and hit the end call button. but yeah without going into technicalities and detail, Wally has some lasting damage in his dominant hand. It takes extensive physical therapy for him to be able to paint/draw again at the same level he had been at. the hematoma hadn't done a lot of brain damage that wouldn't resolve itself with time. in my mind, when Wally wakes up in the hospital, for a few days he's very confused and his memory is shot. he'll wake up, interact, then go to sleep, but when he wakes up again its like waking up for the first time again. he just can't retain memories for a bit. he's got some severe brain fog. his mood is also kinda fucked with - he's uncharacteristically irritable with low patience, etc. these are all things that clear up with time, but in my mind Wally has chronic migraines going forward. bad ones! and there are days where it's harder fr him to concentrate. and yk. a teeny bit of chronic pain where his shin bone was pinned back together and where his hand was essentially crushed. but other than that he's fine going forward! good days and bad days!

but enough about that! You Want To Hear About Sally!

i imagine that she becomes quite successful in the theater industry. i'm not too familiar with it myself, so i'm gonna be uh. Vague about it? but she starts her own theater troupe - it's a bit of a commute from home base to the town she works in, where the theater is located in, but she makes it work! of the group, she's probably away more than any of them. working on shows, traveling to work on other ones - i like to think she's been on Broadway! she probably has had opportunities to do tv/movie acting, but idk... i feel like Sally would be like "nah. live shows or nothing". maybe at some point she takes up voice acting gigs, as long as she can do them from home. she probably has her own little room-turned-VA-studio thing. idk how that works either! it seems right! but yes Howdy's store's automated messages and advertisements are in Sally's voice. she's probably picked up a temporarily modeling gig here and there.

so Sally is very very busy. Poppy is supportive. everyone is, and they all love to help out when they can - and reel Sally in when the "stardom" starts to get to her head. they do their best to acclimate to occasionally getting jumpscared by her voice in a grocery store or in. idk. fashion shoots. victoria's secret billboards. that last one was a joke! maybe. i think she would.

i also like to imagine Sally like... getting some sort of award and then spending a solid five minutes naming her friends, thanking them with specificity, and then plugging their own stuff. they probably have a rotation for who accompanies her as her plus one for events and parties she may or may not be invited to. she's not like... a Big celebrity but! she's Known and Liked! she has Connections! i like to imagine her and Wally looking dapper as fuck at a Venue...

so the friend group typically stays together, with Sally going off to do her Things the most. she makes sure to schedule time to be with her friends and girlfriend/wife/Poppy between work and gigs and etc. she somehow finds a balance with Ease. or apparent ease... someone get this girl a vacation...

#lmao now im thinking about them all scheduling a joint vacay #sally is having the time of her life getting to Relax and just Pamper Herself #everyone else is also greatly enjoying the break #except howdy. he's a mess. to him relaxing is working. things are too calm. too quiet. understim effect x100 #on that vein ive been thinking about a covid arc and its. Funny #and domestic! #where are the covid fics of characters getting stuck together during lockdown... #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #but yes been thinking about the au a lot #ive decided that wally does eventually get a job that he actually Enjoys! #previously he was just doing his indie art and such. bc he'd try a job and be like 'wow. i hate this. this is stupid. bye' #his art brings in more money anyway. he's living that miraculous imaginary life where art provides reliable sustainable income #enough so that barnaby doesn't need a full time job! bc this is fiction and i want them to have an easy life #in this specific area anyway #i would like them to live in a world where its slightly kinder... the housing crisis doesnt exist... one can live on minimum wage... #also thinking more about their homes and such. etc!

[sketchy-tour]

Every time someone cool follows me, I stare at the notif wondering if they're aware how silly stupid I am

#text post #just rambling #like sir??? mam??? gender neutral human???? hello?????? I am so not cool enough lmao #anyway waving at all my followers #timid waving at all the super cool ones who have stars around them #hehe hi! #sometimes I get a little hard on myself like “stop being weird cause insert cool person here is watching you!!!” #but hopefully they see my silly pinned message and bio and how I do my tags and realize im an absolute MESS but like. in a good way! #This is my silly house!!!!!! welcome and enjoy my silly show!

[pinkopalina]

i can't stand their asses 😒

#my art #batjokes #also could be: #wip cave #but im lazy i judt enjoyed making it hehehe #NEEDS to be colored and i will do that but i like it so much #im in the scared phase where i dont wanna fuck it up lmao #i can always save xopies and mess around on my ipad though! #yes ill do the 💖💕🩷💖🩷💕batsy!!!💕💖🩷💖💕💖🩷 - ...joker. thing til i die leave me alone #actually i will finish this and mske it my new pinned 👀

[backhurtyy]

wonderstruck, blushing

“Are you blushing?” Eddie asks, eyes sparkling with delight.

“I’m not blushing. I don’t blush,” Steve blurts out instinctively, despite the fact that he can clearly feel his cheeks burning.

“You are! I didn’t know Steve Harrington could blush,” Eddie grins. He looks immensely pleased with himself.

or,

Eddie has been flirting with Steve, not that Steve notices.

steddie || 5.3k || rated t || for @rejectscanon

#HI BELOVED HERES YOUR PROMPT FILL FROM LITERAL AGES AGO!!!! #the ending is a mess but ​i hope you enjoy it 💖💖💖 #also it looks weird because i’m on my phone at jury duty lmao #so if there’s anything weird with the formatting i will. fix it later lmao #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #stranger things fic #nellie.fic #steve harrington #eddie munson

[micamicster]

Do you guys wanna be involved in a silly project? Of course you do <3 Welcome to 76 songs about rain that I listen to religiously whenever it's raining. As it is right now ☔💕

#suggestions welcome! #i forget if iv'e ever posted this before but if i did the link is probably defunct by now #ive been messing with this for like 5 years lmao #it is what one might generously call genre diverse #tbh i think it could use some cuts theres a lot on there which is not that special but! there are some gems on there! #everyone go listen to fire and rain isley brothers cover! #listen to i wish i never saw the sunshine! to go ahead in the rain! #i should also really organize it but alas. its so long i gave up #anyway enjoy the rain ☔💕 #playlists

[kimbapisnotsushi]

oh please talk about kawanishi taichi i love that silly guy

OF COURSE ANON I TOO LOVE THAT SILLY GUY LET'S GET IT!!

(also i am SO sorry for taking so long oh my god i am back in action and catching up i promise!!)

i think he likes beanies in his casual wear

idk kawanishi feels like such a beanie person but not the douchebag slouchy ones he's got one that's a little snug and has something embroidered on it like a bird or something

okay that's a lie. he has ONE douchebag slouchy beanie that makes him look like how a high school romance shoujo mangaka of the mid-2000s would dress a flashy somewhat-delinquent teenage boy (honey lemon soda my beloved)

this, of course, could not be farther from the truth

the entire second year is scared of him bc they never somehow realize he's there until he says something and they're like "holy SHIT". this also means he knows a bunch of hot gossip

(the hot gossip miyagi group chat: kawanishi, watari, onagawa, and narita)

on the other hand. that means the students of 2-5 win the contest for "best cultural festival attraction" between classes bc they had the best haunted house the miyagi prefecture had ever seen

he's on really good terms with the school nurse because sometimes he sneaks into the infirmary to take naps during lunch or gym periods

knows how to lockpick BECAUSE he keeps trying to sneak into the infirmary. and occasionally the school roof for their "team bonding picnics" so that tendou doesn't have to keep swiping the key from the student council

i'm not just saying this bc i like enamel pins but i think kawanishi DOES like enamel pins. he's got a collection of these edgy sarcastic ones that he thinks are hilarious in a "started-ironically-and-now-i-can't-stop-pipeline" kind of way

he's got this whole tumblr-grunge-indie-hipster thing going on with his douchebag slouchy beanie and denim jacket with pins all over the collar and ripped jeans and converse sneakers and shirabu thinks he pulls it off unfairly well

i feel like kawanishi also really likes fantasy/sci-fi and is actually SUCH a huge secret nerd about it. and really likes cyberpunk and fantasyland settings you'd get from like idk snow white with the red hair or nivalis (i KNOW it's an indie game that's not even out yet but sue me i don't know cyberpunk all that well)

he and tsukki actually become friends while arguing about how much of akira is deep meaning and how much of it is actually just straight up bullshit because WHAT the fuck was that

also he's subscribed to a bunch of these small artists on youtube who make background music and fun art to go with them bc he can put together a great soundtrack for getting hw and studying done

likes getting lil gifts for shirabu, especially to add to his stationary collection. shirabu has sticky notes in the shape of whales and ice cream and paper lanterns and washi tape with fireworks and beach motifs and bakery stuff and it's all because of kawanishi

kawanishi just sticks to the plain solid-color square sticky notes that he uses to leave shirabu notes around his dorm. just small things, really, a reminder that this is a place shirabu belongs and it is a place he is loved. you're doing great. get some water soon. i'll bring you dinner, just text me. don't forget to sleep.

and shirabu will be hard pressed to admit it, but those might be his favorite sticky notes of all

#LMAO WAIT I REMEMBERED SOMETHING I COULD HAVE USED INSTEAD OF NIVALIS #not that i should have bc idk if it counts nor can i rec it in good conscience but. the aesthetic fits i think #anyways i googled a bunch of stuff for this and that's how i learned that final fantasy is apparently cyberpunk??? #this completely messes with the image i had of it in my head for like. the entire last eight years or so #also like. i'm assuming this came from my mixed inarizaki/shiratorizawa post where i talked kawanishi and kawashira there a bit #so pardon me for getting a lil bit sappy there at the end. bc i love them #ANYWAYS I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT OH MY GOD I HOPE YOU ENJOY ANON TY FOR THE ASK <333 #kawanishi taichi #shirabu kenjirou #kawashira #honorable mention also goes to: #tsukishima kei #and #tendou satori #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

[b4kuch1n]

done with the current dip pen comm queue (just in time for another Nib Accident too lol. I’m learning how to take care of the tools as well) so uh! it’ll take me two days to get a replacement and get some other stuff done. which means slots will be available again this saturday!

#bakuspeech #thank you my first pen nib (in all manners that count really). you've served me extremely well #especially for how I treated you lmao #you know what. gonna pin it to my corkboard later. it deserves a place on there #I think it's specifically because I'm using a pretty thick non-water-based ink I got a Long time ago #for brush inking when I was doing that. and boy oh boy does it dry Thicque #and it dries really fast. so by the time I get to wiping my pen it's already caked there lol #so I might have to try using other inks as well. knowledge! learning! #I'm thinking opening for comm at noon instead of night like last time? so folks with different schedules can see it lmao #but yeah. I'll take my time! I'll mess around with it. its been real #I wanna start drafting the comic proper and stuff... Im so glad I'm still so excited about doing this after over a week lol #really kinda what I needed after the March Madness (adhd induced nonsense depression) #hope folks who've got a comm from me so far enjoyed what I drew!!

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

For your viewing pleasure...

(Please don't re-post/share this video edit anywhere else. Please just only reblog this video edit on Tumblr. Thank you!)

#now I have the urge to make Nintendo Mii characters of Wes and Sam #their interactions are so wholesome... well except for Wes kicking Sam's chair like a menace or making fun of his newbie instagram status #lmao but that's the beauty of these two dorks. No matter how outta pocket Wes gets... Sam just let's Wes be himself. #Sam has the patience of a saint when it comes to Wesley I swear #it's entertaining to me to see how their interactions have progressed with their age #back in their 20s Sam would laugh and giggle at Wes' antics every now and then like a couple in the honeymoon phase #now they're those two married old farts that give the other hell for messing with the thermostat and casually talk about bowel movements. #but god help the poor soul that even dare tries to mess with either one of them. They are each other's ride or die. Believe that. #at the end of the day Sam genuinely enjoys hearing Wes jam out on his guitar as evident in that last clip. Vice versa. #just two dorks who fanboy over Star Wars... and fanboy over each other😉 #WeSam #Wes Borland #Sam Rivers #Limp Bizkit #nu-metal #down the rabbit hole #lucy the rabbit's video edits

[lopsidedtreetrunks]

Happy 10th birthday to The Song Ever

#guys can u believe its been 10 years i feel so old bsksdjlka #ylvis #what does the fox say #my art #artists on tumblr #sketch #gonna write a novel in the tags now so: #i havent drawn anything in a few months bc ive been dealing with medical stuff #this sketch was supposed to become a full painting and it was gonna be awesome and the composition was gonna be great etc etc #this sketch has been in my files since late june lmao thats how long its been since i drew anything #so yes i am very disappointed that i couldnt finish it but since it's such a momentus occasion I thought I'd post this mess anyway :') #I just really wanted to commemorate it as (and sorry for getting all depressing here lol) ... #... it was kinda the last thing that brought me a whole lot of joy before a lot of shit started going on in the family that basically ... #... ended my childhood (metaphorically) #anyways i loved it when it came out i listened to it constantly along with their song stonehenge (which i still listen to occasionally hjsd #and truckers hitch when that came out about a year later i think #ANYWay sorry for rambling and being a sad little guy in the tags lol enjoy the art and listen to the song :D

[fellhellion]

also. feeling crazy insane about the additional flavour to miguel and gabriel's first in text conversation, where gabriel makes the comment that he thinks miguel stays with alchemax because he thinks he owes them, vs the entire revelation of miguel being taken off to boarding school as a child with the intent of being funnelled off into that company's workforce. and w the specific context of bio dad tyler stone making sure conchata knows he's keeping an active eye on a son he feels he has a claim to.

#killing tyler stone and george o'hara w my bare hands as we speak leave him ALONE u evil fuckers #tunes talks 2099 #like. i dont think it was about feeling he owed alchemax personally. but i DO think he was funnelled into that career path since he was a #boy. and miguel truly do be his mother's eldest daughter in wanting to run away and WANTING that accolade as he says #wanting to be important but ending up important to all the wrong people.... #augh..... #so you have the predatory practices of that company AND a bio father who would never have let go of anything he thought he had a claim to #AND miguel burying his head in the sand to ignore the harm he was perpetuating to enjoy the rewards of like. empty accolade. #WHEN THIS IS ALSO A GUY WHO PEOPLE DONT EVEN RLLY LIKE AT WORK LMAO. god hes a mess