#[ Thank you!!!!!!! ]

[ciervobizarro]

for @frogpunk 🫀 !

[lunaticpebble]

Love your work! Can you maybe do springtrap?

Boo :)

[heraxic]

Your wintersfield, especially your Rose and Eve bring me so much life 😭😭😭 thank you

my god theres two of them,,

[imposterogers]

Important image of Eddie Brock I felt you should see

he's perfect

[anticidic]

Many a moons we have spoken,

Stories told with our emotions,

Passing glances and sunshine eyes,

Tell me the thoughts you picturize?

"Every song, every sunset, it all just reminds me of you."

“You and me. Together.”

He was young and it was summer when they were down by the water, hand-in-hand. Dazai looked distant, casting his gaze out to the lonely sea with such longing that it smelled strongly of salt and felt like the seaweed slime washing ashore. Chuuya got down on one knee and cupped his hands around sand. Warm. The grains slipped from between his fingers the same way opportunities and the concept of them slipped from their future. The past. The present. And the future. Infinite possibilities condensed into a single moment beneath the sun with a flock of seagulls circling above, searching for a place to roost. The waters lapped at their feet and soaked their toes.

He held Dazai's hand a little tighter. Because if he didn't, Dazai might drift out to sea and be lost like all the other sunken ruins and forgotten treasures down, down at the bottom of the ocean. The way Dazai looked at him and the way Dazai felt—felt so right and looked positively brimming with adoration by evening but by day poisoned with envy—Chuuya ached. Envy for what he couldn't be, but it mattered not to Chuuya. He cared not for what Dazai could never be. He loved what was.

Then, he caught a whiff of cinnamon: reminding him of some bygone spring when they took a dive. Chuuya surfaced first with a gasp, sucking breath into his lungs and coughing out water. To his left, nothing. To his right, bubbles on the surface. A reflection of messy brown curls. Then a hand on his ankle.

It pulled him down under.

Chuuya fought to keep his eyes open underwater, but the salt stung. Almost too much. Dazai held a finger to his mouth. Be quiet. If he could speak. And then a playful smile with hidden intent played on his lips and Chuuya understood.

When they resurfaced, they heard the faraway calling of Chuuya's parents. The king and queen. Wanting their prince back at home. Safe and sound. Where he belonged and where Dazai did not and never would. Dazai was a worker at the end of the day, in suit and tie with tray in hand going around asking members of royal families the same, persistent question: "Refreshments?"

The sun tickled his cheeks with a pleasant warmth. This was their little secret, after all. The same secret they planted and protected from the snow and flooding rains. The secret that blossomed and became soft as rose petals and embraced them in longing. The longing smelled of apricot among the reeds. Of dozens of little fireflies half past dusk. And they were gazing up at a starless sky on a hill with the grass beneath them, bodies touching.

“Chuuya!”

This time, his father called. They always called for him, but never for Dazai.

At the end of the day, Chuuya and Dazai were one. Two entwined souls torn apart by day that always found their way back to one another after sunset.

Dazai was the world by day. Needed. With great expectations upon his shoulders that he sometimes tired of them all. But he lived for watering the garden beneath Chuuya's balcony if only to listen in on the prince humming the quietest melody whisked away on the wind.

By night, he became nothing. An exhaled afterthought once the king and queen put their heads on their pillows and the lights went out.

And by night, he became Chuuya’s everything.

“Forever?”

Home. There was a time when Chuuya wouldn't question that word. Home was here, where his mother and father were. But now? Everything was different. Draped in absence, void, memories of the past. He would never see his mother again fixing her hair at the dressing table. No one browsing old books in father's study. And in the hallways, there was only the spirit of the carefree child who now tried to find himself in a new reality.

“And ever. And ever.”

[citrusdevill]

OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOUR ART AND I LOVE JUSTIN X NOA OH MY GODHSHS

they could've been so cool... if fresh tv weren't COWARDS!!

[mod2amaryllis]

pregnart? pregonate?/ pergenat? praganant? pregananant? congratulations!

yippee!!!

[arecaceae175]

Hello!

Goodbye <3

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS SKY!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

This is so cute!!!!!!!!!!! It’s amazing how you made him so cute with so few lines!!! I love the round face, and the little heart above his hair, and his eyes look so sweet and happy!!!! He’s so beautiful!!!!!

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS LITTLE GIFT!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!

[muzzlemouths]

Hiiii I've been following you for awhile and I finally got the space and time to read DFtR and OOOOOOOOOOOOO it's so good I'm captivated :) the little hints here and there and everythint that's been revealed .. im so curious as to what all we don't know and I love the interactiveness of it all. Your writing is incredible and beautifully visceral <3

SNIFFLES. I'M GLAD YOU'RE ENJOING IT

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

I’m rereading a bunch of your works and like. I gotta say you absolutely nailed Childe in a way that makes it hard for me to read some of the other fics involving him because like. The specific brand of insecurity, the need to be useful, the way honing yourself into a weapon to survive and seeing yourself as a monster affects you like. Ooooooh my god. That’s the best. It’s amazing and I wish it was easier to find more stuff like it

thank you,,,,,,,,

[oobbbear]

Aaaa, in the end I wanted to send you these drawings that I made of your Oc's, really, I love your stories, drawings and characters that you create, keep it up, really, you are a great artist <333

I hope you like them and sorry for my bad english :"3

AAAAA OMG THESE ARE SO PRETTY ?!!!?!?

[johnwickb1tsch]

I am in love with your writing. First 'girl next door', then 'sympathy for the devil'? Major swooning. Never stop being awesome, hon.

Thank youuuuu!!! 😭😭😭 I'm so happy youre enjoying! It means so much to me! I know I always say that but dammit I mean it from the bottom of my heart!!!😆😘😘😘 Readership is not something I take for granted, let me tell you, and I appreciate you all SO much!!!

[heraxic]

your art is so good is like a tornado who took me to a strange land with talking animals and witches

im stealing you away anon

[monsoon-of-art]

Saw your Irida and immediately grabbed the closest paper to make an attempt at hergonna see if i can fuss with the markings a biti wanted to get the shape of her headpiece in there. and push some of the shapes you used. (and make her a little stumpier for winter proofing! not that pokemon cares about that)mostly going to see how many spots i can remove and still have it read as “having spots”

[sailorsplatoon]

Just read Watch the Sky With You and It was really good!

I just read all the comments you left on it a few minutes ago lol. I’m so happy you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for taking the time to read it, and thank you even more for leaving all those wonderful comments! Reading them all made me smile!