#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~!

[imaginary-things-nothing-else]

Back in my "university-is-killing-me-and-I-have-so-many-ideas-for-fanfics-that-i-write-detailed-outlines-and-thoughts-every-day-but-i-have-no-time-to-actually-write-them" era.

[polin-erospsyche]

Brothel and sexual past = Lady Whistledown shadyness?

HAHAHAHA that sounds like a joke. But ok I guess 🤷‍♀️

[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

[noodles-and-tea]

Haha… yeah… that’d be crazy…

[demadogs]

this happened months ago. i cannot keep it in any longer. a while ago i went on a porn site ive never been to and it asked if i was over 18 and i misclicked and said no and it automatically sent me to google images of puppies and kittens. i still cannot get over how funny this is.

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[miggylol]

Surprise! Tumblr just got turned into an epic fantasy RPG, just like [your favorite appropriate media franchise]. And the Tumblr RPG's plot needs to have all of its characters covered, in roles both large and small.

That means that you are assigned to a stereotypical RPG role inside our new fantasy world. Spin this wheel to find out what you are now doing for a living.