#But I just!!! idk!!! I know what I’m doing with the art and I need to make sure that’s known!!!

[nab3rries]

hi. um. guys?????? i shifted???????????

its embarrassing. because i was literally in the toilet. and i thought to myself, ‘wouldn’t it be funny if i shifted right now?’. and i shifted. to my gamer//streamer//better reality. what the fuck .

(i know i made a post about how if i shifted i would never come back but…….. i have to share this. its the only reason why i shifted back here. next time i shift though? you guys are NOT hearing about it)

quick rundown : i was studying for my chemistry exam that will happen next week in this reality. i needed to use the bathroom. so i went. i started thinking about shifting because i was bored out of my mind. i said ‘fuck it let me try’, closed my eyes, and BOOM. i’m in a different bathroom. the bathroom i had scripted would be my bathroom in my small apartment. in my dr.

i freaked out a little bit because i am NOT nonchalant. i looked at myself in the mirror and I WAS SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLLLLL i mean its my cr face but just improved to my liking BUT I WAS SO BEAUTIFULLL. and i said that aloud too, which freaked me out because my voice is a little different too (it was a bit smoother and soothing idk its my voice feels weird to describe it). my hair was tied up in a bun and i didn’t feel like letting it down, but my fringe was cut so nicely. it fit my face. and it wasn’t poking me in the eyes. i had some strands of hair that were also shorter that had fell out of the bun but it looked very pinterest-esque. very picture worthy. i looked picture worthy. the whole time i was like a movie character sat down at their vanity inspecting their face obsessively. if the mirror had a consciousness it would think i am deranged or something idk . moving onnnnnnn

my bathroom was so nicely decorated i was proud of myselffff. the colours????? the teal the magenta-ish purple the orange????? i had my chanel makeup products all over the sink counter too. it was so chic . guys i am so fucking cool . i feel great about myself now.

and you have to know. the apartment i scripted i owned has a wonderful view. its gorgeous. the galata tower AND the bosphorus?????? and it was a bright, cloudless day. a bit windy. the leaves on the trees were swaying and the sun was so bright it was making the bosphorus water twinkle . i opened the windows (which i didn’t even think about how) to let the breeze in. the air!!!! was clean!!!!!! no smell of petrol!!!!! air pollution is gone!!!!!! my lungs felt great sfkjhsekf IT WAS AMAZING

i didn’t spend much time there (in my dr) because i was a bit shell-shocked///flabbergasted///confuddled and like. i can shift back anytime and anywhere. i know that now, given the fact that i literally shifted… when i was in the toilet…. whilst doing my business.

but in the little time i spent there, i went into my bedroom (AGAIN, FLAWLESSLY DECORATED . I LOVE MYSELF) and just looked at everything. i had all of my perfumes on a silver platter on my bedside table. i had byredo’s mohave ghost. j’adore dior. nishane’s hundred silent ways. issey miyake’s l'eau d'issey (the blue one. i LOVE that one). orabella salted muse. twilly d’hermes. tom ford’s soleil neige. i had a sephora perfume section next to my bed at this point. i would’ve sprayed them all but i didn’t want to cause a sneezing hazard. i did spray soleil neige because i wanted to know if it would smell good on me. and it did, of course.

i had paintings hung up on the wall where my bed was situated. and the paintings were the art on my pinterest board. they were framed in fancy gold looking frames (they were painted gold. not actual gold). i had tears in my eyes,,,,,,, my bedroom was so gorgeous. it was great.

my bed?????????? silk bedsheets in light pink. i laid down on it for a minute. it was so so so soft. and so inviting i almost wanted to fall asleep but i resisted. i had a persian rug with purple-magenta, teal & dark blue and beige details it was so beautiful . it made my bare feet feel warm and the texture was smooth enough to not annoy me (i am sensitive about those things, i fear).

i had scripted that my closer is far bigger than it looks (barbie: dreamhouse style) and it was. i didn’t question the how. but it was a huge, gorgeous room, full of beautiful clothing. the lighting was not too dim but not too bright and so it didn’t hurt my eyes. and the CLOTHES AAAAAAAAA. zimmerman floral dresses. blumarine . archival miu miu. but also: rick owens. maison margiela (THE TABI COLLECTION I HAD. AAAAA). i had ann demeulemeester boots!!!! i had an archival dior dress (the black and lavender knit dress from fw1998). i had more than one archival dior dress. i had alexander mcqueen leather jackets. ugh it was so sexy . i felt the material, brushed my fingertips on all of those. i felt delirious. it seemed too good to be true, BUT IT WAS TRUE. it was REAL. moving on the closet was museum material . i was having the time of my life.

and then . i laid my eyes on the beautiful pc setup i had. and i couldn’t help it. i sat down and played some sims 4. i could use shaders!!!!!!! it was running smoothly!!!!!!! no glitches!!!!!!!!!!

basically: i spent an hour looking around my apartment and the rest was spent in create-a-sim on my computer. because i could literally shift realities and still be a sims girlie. it is embedded into my DNA.

i had the time of my life guys. i didn’t even look at my phone once. it was on my bed. but i didn’t want to look because i was too preoccupied crashing out about my pulitzer prize worthy closet and the view from my windows . but my computer had the date and it was may 6th 2022. which was the year i wanted to shift to. MY COMPUTER WAS ALSO SO AESTHETIC (i had apple’s dynamic wallpaper…. and some folders that i had edited to look like cat memes. i’m exaggerating . just a little bit) AAAAaaaaaaAAaaaaaa everything was so good i’m gonna cry. i felt so much relief!!!! so much happiness!!!! i didn’t know i could feel this way!!!!!!!!

anyway i finished making my sim and just sat there because i got a little bored. and then i thought that maybe sharing this joy with all of you would be nice of me to do. and i sort of wanted to. even though i am going to permashift and made a post saying that i wouldn’t be back. nevertheless, i decided to shift back here to make this post.

so, hey. the moral of the story is::::: SHIFTING IS REAL. ITS SO REAL. NEVER GIVE UP YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANTTTTTTTTTTT

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(ps. if there are any typos or any sentences that make no sense, it is because i am shaking out of excitement and joy whilst i type this)

[inamagicalhallucination]

who knows when ill finish this artist!atsushixmuse!akutagawa fic but here's the background kunichuuzai in three parts

1.

pathetic wet cat (dazai): so~ whats up???

cat being yelled at (atsushi): wut makes u think somethings up

pathetic wet cat: atsushi kun

cat being yelled at: okay fine

cat being yelled at: u know ur friend? the red head– not oda-san. hte one witht eh hat

pathetic wet cat: typing…

Atsushi waited. The typing… did not go away. He waited more. And yet, Dazai-san was still typing. He sighed, leaving the chat to see if he’d missed a notification from an unknown number. He hadn’t.

He pulled up his chat with Dazai-san again. He was still typing.

cat being yelled at: dazai-san… 

pathetic wet cat: typing…

//

pathetic wet cat: that slug is NOT my friend and i am astonished disgusted and repulsed that u could betray me by suggesting that atsushi kun. why r u even asking? u should keep away fromt he slug. In fact we should get a restraining order before his slug germs infect u. Also his hat is ugly and stupid. And he’s short and weird and you should stay away from short and weird ppl.

cat being yelled at: oh

cat being yelled at: kay?

cat being yelled at: um i just needed a model to draw

pathetic wet cat: and u chose the SLUG?????????????/

cat being yelled at: well it ws the first person i thoguht of!!! I mean i asked someone else but idk if thatll come through so i wanted to have a back up

pathetic wet cat: and u chose the SLUG???????

cat being yelled at: well sure. hes pretty

pathetic wet cat: ATSUSHI

pathetic wet cat: ATSUSHI NO

pathetic wet cat: ATSUSHI HOW COULD U BETRAY ME LIKE THIS. 

pathetic wet cat: MY OWN FELSH AND BLOOD

pathetic wet cat: CALLING THE UGLY DOG PRETTY??? 

pathetic wet cat: I NEED TO TAKE YUO TO A DOCTOR 

pathetic wet cat: I NEED TO TAKE U TO THERAPY pathetic wet cat: typing…

Atsushi sighed. Then he pulled up his chat with Kunikida-san.

dead poets: kunikida-san!!

keating: What is it that you need, Atsushi?

dead poets: u know that red head with the hat??? dazai-san’s not-friend???

keating: Are you referring to Nakahara?

dead poets: i think so!!

keating: What do you need him for?

dead poets: i need a model for an art class!! I have someone else im asking but i wanted to have a back up!!

keating: I see.

keating: If your current model falls through, let me know immediately. I will reach out to Nakahara-san on your behalf.

dead poets: THANK YOU!!

Atsushi then checked back on Dazia-san.

pathetic wet cat: AND I HAVE EXPEIREICNED BETRAYAL BEFORE BUT TO THINK IT CAEM FRMO UYO!!

cat being yelled at: nvrmind dazai-san!!!!

///

2.

Atsushi took a sip of his tea. Maybe Junichiro was right. Maybe he needed to man up and ask Akutagawa out for real, other than holding out the hope that he’d just Know. And give Atsushi a preferably positive response on his own. He took another sip, sighing sadly. 

“I know my tea was perfect,” came a voice, “so whats up with you?”

Atsushi’s head snapped up. Soft red hair, gracefully falling over one shoulder, and brown-blue eyes met his. Atsushi blinked. The man blinked back.

“Na-nakahara-san?” Atsushi ventured. Nakahara-san grinned, pulling the seat across from Atsushi and sitting on it.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he said, “you’re that shitty mackerel's brat, huh?”

“Uh,” Atsushi thought back to if he knew any fish, “I don’t think so?”

“Really?” Now Nakahara looked confused. “Just the other day, that bandage wearing freak bombarded my phone with pictures of your art.”

“Wh-what?” Atsushi paused. Bandage wearing freak? “A-are you by any chance talking about Dazai-san?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” Another pause. “He showed you my art?”

“Yeah.”

Atsushi felt his face heat up and couldn’t stop the smile spreading. He knew Dazai-san supported him; after all, Dazai-san had shown him nothing else. But still, to hear it like this.

He covered his face with his palms; still, showing his art like that…

Dazai-san was so embarrassing.

“O-oh.”

“So why are you moping around?”

“Oh-oh I wouldn’t wanna bore you.”

“Nah, I’m not bored,” Nakahara-san said. “In fact, Id be more bored if you didn’t say anything.” He looked around the cafe, “it’s a slow day.”

//

3.

“Sometimes,” Kunikida said, “you have to take a chance.”

“I don’t know,” Atsushi mumbled, feeling pathetic. “I tried. It didn’t work.”

“Try again,” Kunikida said. Like it was easy.

“Is it that easy?”

“No,” Kunikida-san replied, fixing his glasses. “It’s hard. Sometimes you don’t know what to say. Sometimes, you say everything you can, but the other person doesn’t know how to reply. Sometimes, it ends up working out but now you’re stuck with two morons who keep on stealing your blanket and shirts and act like they’re going through their third divorce. Except they are not. And you know this because you are currently engaged in a relationship with the two of them. Though you question your sanity and—”

“---uh,” Atsushi interrupted, lost, “what–what?”

Kunikida stopped, suddenly seemingly realizing he was going on a bit of a tangent. A very confusing tangent. He cleared his throat.

“Anyway,” he said, “the point is that’s it’s not easy. But it’s worht it.”

“Even if… he steals my shirts and makes me question my sanity?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” Kunikida replied.

“Um… right.”

“I’m serious,” Kunikida-san said. “It’s hard. Sometimes it’s overwhelming. But it’s worth it. Would it be worth it to you? That’s what you have to ask yourself. Imagine all the mildly annoying, downright infuriating moments. And then ask if it’s worth it.”

“This all feels very negative.”

“Maybe, but it works. Dazai’s a pain in the ass. Sometimes I daydream of throttling him,”

“Um…”

Kunikida continued as if Atsushi hadn’t madea  sound, “but in the end, that bastards mine. And I enjoy that.”

“Uh,”

“And Nakahara’s a real piece of work too. Honestly, I feel my sanity chip away slowly, day by day. But is it worth it? Yes.”

“Um, uh. Okay?”

[artspats]

First of all I just wanted to say how much I love love love your coach art series. Genuinely one of the best things I’ve read idk why but I just love it sm and second of all I don’t know if you take requests but It would be so cool if you wrote about how coach art and reader met, like their very first interaction or something like that 🙏

Hello, my beautiful anon! First of all, thank you so much and I’m so glad you like this little series. It makes me very happy 🫀

I'd never thought about this actually, but I found your idea refreshing and I really projected everything as I imagined it/ I can’t work without a moodboard and yes, I do take requests, whether it's moodboards, blurbs, or anything you can think of ^^

They changed the tennis coach at school. Apparently Coach Russel got a better job — probably paid the same crap they give therapists for fourth-room athletes. Still, it beat working with teenage girls. Others might disagree.

But to each their own.

—

She was tying her laces while talking to Mia.

Mia was pouting, “I don’t know, maybe I have to tell him more about myself. I just— don’t know if I like him enough. Am I a bitch? I don’t think so, my mom told me that she felt that way about my dad before they were a couple—“

She laughed, “Mia— that’s normal, okay? Not because he gives you things you need to force yourself to like him. There’s just no way you can fake something without feeling uncomfortable.”

“God I don’t know, he’s a nice guy but I don’t know if I want to see him every time I wake up.“

“Well then—tell him?”

Mia shrugged, tilting the bottle of water in her hand, “It’s not that easy. Also, he’s a good kisser.”

“Just a good kisser?” She grinned up at her.

“Hey!” Mia laughed, shoving her shoulder.

She stood up, dusting off her hands on her shorts, “What?! I’m just asking!”

“Shut up already—“

“You looked very happy the other day that he—“ She turned around, grabbed her ass and bit her lip, clearly mocking Mia.

“Stop!!—“

She threw her head back, laughing — and when she straightened up, she saw him.

He had the saddest look that could exist — blue eyes, with a small glimpse of gray and a flicker of green here and there.

Like those artisan sourdough breads — weird colors, somehow still beautiful.

A very cute nose, buttoned at the tip — an up turned ball of cartilage.

Wrinkles, especially between his eyebrows, as if he was always worried or confused.

There was something so special and delicious about a confused man...

A small face, but everything fit perfectly. His eyes were a little apart, but that only added something unique to him.

And those lips — so very kissable and plump.

He definitely puckered up when he kissed.

He was standing by the stands, with the clipboard under his arm, chewing gum as if he was thinking too much. Was he looking at her?

Oh — he looked away.

New Coach. Art Donaldson. That's what Coach Russel had said.

Art bent down to pick his bottle of water, and that's when she heard his voice, low and clear.

"Hey"

She looked up.

"You didn't tie the other one," He pointed with a finger.

She blinked and then looked down. One lace had been rolled up, the other moved.

"Oh, right— " She bent down again, trying to tie it, but with someone’s gaze things always felt more difficult than they were. Her fingers were strangely clumsy. Mia, I blame you completely, she thought.

When she got up, he was still watching her, with the sun drawing a line on his forehead. He seemed calm and composed, not bothered by the warmth of the sun. Whilst she frowned at the single hit of light.

He opened his mouth and stopped, as if he was considering it.

“How old are you?” She squinted her eyes slightly, confused but not offended.

“Eighteen.”

He nodded slowly.

Jaw tightened, as if he was filing that information carefully.

His gaze quickly turned to the court.

“Very good. We’re going to do some exercises, okay?”

“Yes,” she said, brushing her hair back.

“Of course.”

He didn’t say anything else, he just turned around and walked towards the others.

Yet he moved like someone used to being watched, but did he like it?

She followed him, suddenly very aware of the weight of her own legs, the air in her throat forming a little lump, the sound of her own breathing.

Behind her back, Mia whispered:

“What was that?”

She didn’t answer.

She just smiled — more to herself.

Nobody knew it but, she blasted “Criminal” by Fiona Apple on her way home that day.

Sitting up straighter as ever, as if someone was watching, as if he was watching.

Fingers tapping on the small scar on her knee, tracing a slow circle as the song went on to—

“I got a lot to lose, and I’m bettin’ high,

so I’m begging you...”

[saruside-01]

what. what is this. what the heck vivimeng. they weren’t lying about the wiege ivan cover

Idk what to tell you, this guy needs therapy.

one thing that I did notice is how he has the red in his eyes, a colour which is literally on the other side of the colour wheel. you know who also has red in their cover art even though it’s not their signature colour? that’s right, till!

(Do you see what I’m hinting at?)

these two are also the only ones looking directly at ‘us’ in cover art (or maybe at each other haha… who knows)

a lot of ppl already pointed it out in comments under the cover on yt, but I just wanna say how sad it actually is that ivan has a solo cover of wiege, a duet. I believe it’s because he thought he was lonely this whole time (even though he actually wasn’t), trying to comfort himself bcs no one else did it for him. and as much as I know most ppl wanted to hear him saying the monologue, it is actually much more fitting to just leave th silence. since yknow, ivan never told till how he felt about him. sure, he let him know in his final moments, he showed him, but never through words.

hyuna, on the other hand, left a ‘message’ to luka in her final moments, she explained her feelings before dying. luka knew that he was loved. tbh ivan didn’t even give till a chance to speak. and so, he died thinking that he was unloved. (hence the solo cover prob)

I originally hoped that these two would sing together, but now I’m starting to believe till will also get a solo cover of wiege. (the question is, will it be about mizi or ivan?)

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 11: ur fav AU

i dont rlly do AUs so i just drew them how i wish they would dress xo

(dan’s tats r carnations and snowdrops and phil’s r roses and honeysuckle. for no reason 🤗)

ALSO bonus version w makeup bc i couldn’t pick <3

[crystallizsch]

yuusha loungewear??? i suppose???

+ more frozen references have at ye—

also the ghosts actually made the outfit for her using ramshackle's curtains and yuusha doesn't really have the heart to get a "better" one (+ she thinks there's nothing particularly wrong with it in her opinion anyway so why bother)

[sunnibits]

does anybody need some soft jarthur in these trying times

[hobbithoes]

who up yankin they gith rn ⁉️

[rainbowpufflez]

I played through the newest yaoi arc in Pokemas

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

the boy in the spotlight versus the girl in the mirror

unshaded version

[quibble-auk]

Some more pet portraits I made of my fish.

And then I made one of him when he was a baby. His spots didn’t grow with him. They were still on his body, they were just the same size as they were before so they are really small.

They don’t have backgrounds because those are hard.

[ki1ldeer]

And as I said: funky colored Emmeline to round out the trio

[cinnbar-bun]

Yesterday’s rewatch of American Psycho went really hard 🫶 (I shake them in my brain all day) so have some dumb sketches

[aquatic-batt]

waaaa

[hana-bobo-finch]

tis here!! My stupid little beta pdbc comic!! UHHHHH

additional ramblings because I don’t know how to stop yapping:

I know the ending is extremely abrupt but honestly? I can’t even lie I think it’s funnier and somehow more in character that way. There is no way in hell he’d question what just happened he’d just lay on the floor and say “alas!” As if that is in any way is a proper response to what just happened. So no apologies for that, I genuinely think the ending is amazing and won’t hear anything else. Alas.

I WAS REALLY SCREWED OVER WITH THE TEN IMAGE MOBILE LIMIT SO THE PACING IS VERY IFFY!! That alongside the fact I wanted to get this out as quickly as possible to gauge opinions and such—therefore making this much less detailed than I’d like to have made it, yes that’s my own fault I know—means that I couldn’t properly show what the briar zome is like (HEARTBREAKING). It’s a lot more spacious and unending than what’s shown here. In this it only looks like you’re there for a few minutes but experiences there can last up to a week. There are also a lot more thorns and spiked vines, it’s just that, like I said, I wanted to get this posted quickly and coloring in all of those spikes probably took more time than some of the drawings themselves. Had I made this as accurate to canon as possible, it would be much more visually cluttered. The briar zome is VERY hard to traverse because almost everything is covered in thorns (hence the name). Also worth noting that although it’s seemingly wintry there, there’s no actual temperature in the briar zome which is why pumpkin daddy is not fucking freezing to death (you have to look DAPPER when you’re illegally eating crabs)

This technically isn’t canon. This is a mishmash of all of the stuff I have about the briar zome, but in canon it’s all much more spread out, e.g. the eyes weren’t discovered until a few trips in when they actually bothered trying to figure out if/where the briar zome ends, in which BAM they found a buncha eyes!! Speaking of the eyes, their official names are Sotes, and where they’re found is called the “Eyes Rink” (GET IT!!! EYES!!! ICE!!! GET I-💥💥💥)

you’re probably wondering what the Miika chimp incident is, which is a fair thing to be wondering, however I will not be elaborating because I think it’s funnier that way. sorry (I am not at all sorry)

AND THE TIIIIIIME yes indeed the time works differently there. As one could. Probably guess by the wack-ass watch positions. The briar zome does in fact have its own time system that’s displayed differently than most would be used to. Alas, I had to cut that part short because I realized I was quickly running out of pages and I really wanted space to draw some of those beautiful beautiful eyeballs. I has this whole lecture about different types of watch hand designs and their names but that was unfortunately cut for time (ironically)

anyway uh. hope this was somewhat enjoyable? *EXPLODES*

[weaselishmcdiesel]

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