#BUT NO TIME

[bicholsdrarrysideblog]

I had the honour of participating in a Drarry Secret Santa and this is it!! @matredaen it was a JOY to draw for you and im really glad you liked it and aaaaa this was so fun!!!!!!! been wanting to do an 8th year something for a while uwu

look at it on ao3 here!

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

I'll take awhile before I can make this into a full proper post with explanation (and sketch illustration) of each segment, as well as the bird view from the market, entrance and a better view of the smithing corner buuuut have this for now~!

[meowuff]

Late night doodle to just give brain a break

I wanna work on smth bigish for this lil guy

But it's gonna take some time so it's gotta wait for now

So here's the silly guy and their silly nickname getting new mission and immediately jumping into work mode ~

[pellucid-constellations]

bestie write a book ill buy it

Tbh I finish grad school in May and then I might actually do just that

[venuslove-28]

frothing at the mouth to play fom

[jacqcrisis]

We love a Friday right before a 3 day weekend where we are understaffed, customers are determined to speak in riddles and be as obtuse as possible, and my patience is somewhere in hell.

Just absolutely love it.

[bakathief]

Not an ask, but I’ve been (re)reading a bunch of Kaishin fics and I keep running into your beautiful art so I just had to follow you on Tumblr!

Thank you so much! ❤️ that is so sweet of you! I‘m very happy to hear that you like my art so much! I‘ll do my best in the future as well, though the upcoming state exam will keep me a little busy 🥲

[ragsy]

STL files for my werewolf mask are now available!

Wanna make your own? Go hogwild. Or, uh, dogwild. I guess.

[ambiguouspuzuma]

beach

the children play amongst the bones the boneless leave behind; the tombs marked not with standing stones but body parts in kind.

they crush their way across the decks of that forsaken fleet, the flesh worn from the chitin wrecks that crunch beneath their feet.

now scuttled here, a million culled with each retreating wave. bleached cuttlefish left for the gulls; beached limpets in mass graves.

the children dance across the dunes without care where they tread; build perfect castles on their ruins in insult to the dead.

there are no flowers for their plots (no churchyard was so drab), only the bladderwrack that rots around the hollowed crabs.

they were fierce hunters yesterday, proud beasts before they died. but fate makes all of us her prey come unforgiving tides.

this is a place we come for fun, the desert where they burned so that their butcherer, the sun, might redden us in turn.

even the sand between our toes should make us feel disgust. a landscape rendered long ago to so much ash and dust.

but we savour each afternoon amidst that tragic story as if we are somehow immune to their memento mori.

on clifftops flush with lavender the mourners congregate; only a rush of scavengers eager to fill their plates.

the beach is cast in darkness as those vultures swarm the sky to pick over the carcasses of those left high and dry.

but children still play volleyball across that frenzied feast. for although it sounds horrible we don't care in the least.

[asterkiss]

Sorry for slow/outstanding responses to comments/messages/asks etc. Got a lot of irl stuff requiring my attention as of late, but I will get to them all!!

[cheerfullycatholic]

Me: "do you think a book about grandpa and his grandson hunting Santa Claus after he ran over grandma would be a good Christmas scary story?"

Brother:

Me: "no seriously!! What are your thoughts?!"

Brother:

[nhularin]

track runner!sunghoon fic based on air force one

[redrook]

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

[redstonedust]

phenomenom thats been bothering me that i could only express via an mspaint reverse boomer comic

[plant-based-person]

had a fascinating english class that resulted in the notes header “the forcefeminization of victor frankenstein”