#(( i dont want to know ngl ))

[caliartcat]

klavier you're gonna have to be more direct than that

[flovoid]

‘BAR BUDDIES’

[ihavealavalamp]

Bell Swamp Connection, The Mountain Goats [x]

[courfee]

it's been exactly a year since the last chapter of Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule and I still miss it. This scene is probably one of my favourite things I've ever written and I've wanted to draw it for forever, so now seemed like an appropriate time

[isjasz]

[Day 300]

No way whos dat (Only a tiny amount of ppl will get exactly why i made this LMSAODSO ITS SO SELF INDULGENT BUT YEAHHHHHH >:3)

And LETSGO DAY THREE HUNDREDDDDD

[shoganaiiii]

human al

[chalkeater]

i have NOT drawn enough talk sprite redraws. Heres some warm ups!! RAAHH 🦖

[apathyfairy]

last year i found a wii at goodwill for 25 dollars and it came with everything except a wiimote but it was in such good condition i was like hell yeah ill take it how hard can it be to find a wiimote. the answer is it's nearly impossible to find them at thrift stores now so i've spent like 8 months looking for ones in thrift stores but there wasn't a single one and then online but i just couldn't bring myself to spend 30 dollars on one single wiimote so i waited so. patiently. and then 2 weeks ago i finally found one at goodwill for 9 dollars but it was absolutely disgusting and the battery cover was missing and the compartment was all corroded so i put it back and regretted it the whole week but then this last weekend i went to savers and there was an absolutely perfect wiimote just sitting there with no corrosion and a jacket and the wrist strap and motion plus and the nunchuck was there too and i got it all for 10 dollars so the moral of the story is that sometimes things seem right for you in the moment but you have to recognize that they aren't and leave them behind so the things that are meant for you will in fact find you when the time is right. peace and love <3

[p1harmonie]

P1HARMONY | 'S'AVIORS

[mangotelevision]

a seamstress and her knight

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[carouselunique]

Decided to go through with this after all! Post proof of donation of at minimum 10$USD and a simple request and you can get a colored sketch! (Honey kindly modeled for the example like a good filly!)

[ganondoodle]

carefully attempted to draw (still sick); wanted to give Shargon another redesign, this is an older version of him but the basics should also go for his younger self (idk yet about his lung replacement design; arms are posed weird to make anatomy clearer)

(wip, oc art, Shargon, he/they)

[virsancte]

as the clock strikes twelve 👀

look at how gorgeous angel looks with this hair!!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH RAHH when i grabbed them into cas i legit teared up over how pretty they are. they're everything to me;-;

[javierduffy]

sketchbook sillies

[flwrkid14]

Tim and Danny: Doomed Together, Doomed Apart

They are nothing without each other. But when they are together—everything burns.

It begins so quietly. A glance, a breath shared in the same space. A touch, soft at first, but there’s something electric in it, something that promises more than either of them should ever want. They try to resist, but it pulls them, stronger and stronger until they’re caught, tangled in something too big to undo. Their connection, fragile yet fierce, is a spark that ignites everything. And once it catches, there’s no stopping the fire.

Together, they burn with a ferocity that consumes. They are magnetic, two forces that should never collide but do anyway, and when they do, the world quivers in its last breath. Everything around them crumbles—everything they’ve built, everything they tried to hold together. For a brief moment, they are everything. They are whole. The weight of the world doesn’t crush them. It doesn’t matter that they’re unraveling everything, because they’re alive in a way nothing else ever made them feel.

But then—always, the burn is too much. The destruction inevitable. They can’t exist together without pulling the pieces of themselves apart. And the more they need each other, the more the world turns to ash beneath their feet.

When they’re apart, it’s worse. The silence is suffocating, a gaping wound that refuses to heal. Tim fills the emptiness with work, with distractions, but it never fills the space where Danny belongs. There’s an ache there—a coldness, a hollow he can’t ignore. And Danny, too, fades into something unfamiliar. Something less. He looks at the world, but it feels distant, out of focus. Without Tim, he’s just a fragment of the person he could be.

They are nothing. They are the ghosts of what they once were—an echo of the love they shared, a whisper of the connection that once made them whole.

But it’s worse than just the emptiness. It’s the weight of knowing they’re not just lost—they’re incomplete. They are missing something, someone. The ache of that is deeper than any of the destruction they caused when they tried to be whole. Tim could never find peace with anyone else. No one else could see him the way Danny does. And Danny—Danny could never be the storm without the calm that Tim brings. Without the pull of something that binds them, their pieces scattered too far to be put together again.

But they are still drawn together, still caught in the same dance of destruction. Every touch, every word shared, is a promise of both bliss and collapse. They’re the calm before the storm and the storm itself—the quiet before the rage. And still, they can’t stop wanting, can’t stop needing, can’t stop seeking the one thing that both heals and breaks them.

They are doomed together, because it’s impossible to live without the other—but they are doomed apart, because when they are apart, they are nothing. They are hollow and cold, shadows of themselves, as if the very thing that made them whole was ripped away.

And that, that is the cruelest thing. To feel the world unravel and collapse when you’re together, only to fall into nothing when you’re apart. To know you are everything when you’re beside them, but realize you are nothing when you’re alone.

They are broken. And maybe they always will be. But they can’t stop trying, because to stop trying would be to accept the nothingness that waits for them when they’re apart.

And they can’t do that. Not yet. Not when the other half of their heart still burns with them.