#CRIED

[mieeeaahhwilsoonnn]

Cries screams crawls up wall grows wings and collapses

[sabh0]

You can be king, again,,

Eheh requested doodle, I didn't know what to do with the bg so it's kinda not it but anywayyy

[starlingstalk]

They hate to see me fulfil my mom‘s legacy on a random wednesday

[raysmayday]

I’ve been thinking about ink finding an au that his original creator made

Where it’s finished, where the inhabitants are happy and healthy and while it’s not perfect. it has its problems like any other AU . it is as close to a paradise as one can get in the multiverse

and I’ve been thinking about ink not knowing about his past or why this particular random au bothers him so much. not knowing why he’s so angry about this.he loves AUs that have more positive endings

so he can’t figure out why seeing this worlds frisk wearing an outfit so colorful it could rival fresh stars the au is already so colorful,why does it have to be so colorful? why does that fact make him so sad instead of happy or excited makes him want to cry, or why seeing this worlds papyrus smile and laugh or show any actual emotions for the first time makes him want to scream

He Can’t get why he hates this particular AU so much that it makes him sick (any one else would be able to describe the feeling as intense jealousy but inks never experienced it before this moment so anger it is)

I’ve been thinking about ink still putting protections around it, preventing anyone ,even dream or core from accessing it. because for some reason, despite everything he can’t help but think that anyone seeing it would be an invasion of his privacy of his history, despite the fact that he could swear he did not have any.

I’ve been thinking about hate that would be jealousy from anyone else 



[churchyaoi]

server was talking about what other media to put the red vs blue characters in

[byemambo]

JES JESPIPAT AS TYME

4MINUTES (2024) | 1.07

Bonus: "When you're all better, let's go out for a meal together."

[blueberrybindery]

fanbinding of An Easy Death by @youareinacomawakeup

author copy~ massive thank you to nika for letting me send them this copy and for continuing to write banger after banger of klance fics. i will treasure them forever in my heart!!

this was such a fun fic to do, the mushroom vibes were so strong i knew i had to draw up some mushroom graphics to fit the vibe. eternal thanks to elentori for letting me use her beautiful illustration too!

[jmslov4srs]

sirius sees a little bit of james in everything. in the sunshine he rarely gets to feel on his skin anymore, in the leaves rustling on tall trees, in the cold breeze that forces him to blow on his hands for warmth. he never had to do that before, because his hands were always fitted in james’. james was never cold.

everytime sirius tells a joke - it’s happened once or twice - , he looks back for a second, searching for james’ loud, roaring laugh, a moment of eye contact that feels like home, his hand on sirius’ shoulder. it hits him all over again that he’ll never have it.

every morning sirius wakes up with one arm hanging off the bed, grasping for something - someone - that’s too far out of reach. he curls into himself and tries to remember the feel of his fingers running through james’ wild, unruly hair, the dimples he used to press his thumb to every morning before james woke up with a flutter of eyelashes brushing against sirius’ jaw.

sirius still talks to james, sometimes. at the dinner table, on his pillow at night, over the birds chirping at sunrise. it’s not the same because he never gets an answer. james was never a passive conversationalist. but sirius remembers enough of him to do his bit too.

when sirius sees james again, through the mist - 14 years have passed - he doesn’t cry like he thought he would. he sees that all familiar grin, the quirk of a brow, wide honey eyes. he can’t help but smile. this is where he belongs. and this is where he’ll stay.

[kuni-kuun]

This year, the cake on Kunikida’s desk is left untouched. There are presents too, but the wrapper is neatly tucked around the corners of the boxes, tape left untorn. A colourful assortment that spanned the borders of his desk. The Agency is quiet, the air still and cold. Freezingly so. Of course they miss the usual liveliness of the space, hell- even his yelling would bring a smile back to their faces. Maybe a pat on his back and “Good job Kunikida!” or “We did it!” and have the other grumble tell them to file a report or do the paperwork instead. Dazai sits on the chair next to Kunikida’s empty one, his trench coat draped over the back. ‘Ideals’ rests on the centre of the desk, the bright flourishing green colour now seems somewhat dulled and worn. Maybe it’s just the lighting, he tells himself. He breaks the silence with a shaky voice, trying to keep his tone lighthearted. “You know…” he starts, trying to keep a smile on his face. This year, it looks a little grim instead. His mask is barely holding together. “You could’ve welcomed me home at least- right…?” The silence is deafening now, but he continues. “You know, when people come home from rehab or…prison…” He murmurs into empty air, his voice becoming choked. “You- you know…? Mersault?” There are tears flowing down his face. He couldn’t register when they started falling, but now his hands are wet and so are his cheeks. Grief salty like the ocean waves. His half-hearted laughter is strangled.

Atsushi is inconsolable. The poor kid thinks that it’s all his fault, and nobody’s been able to get him to come out the room for days. Now, he stands in front of the desk where his senior once sat and solemnly stares at the notebook. This is his second time seeing it without its owner. It feels wrong. He knows which present is his. It’s a little messy, but he’s rewrapped it at least three times, just to try and get it perfect. It probably isn’t anyways. A sorry excuse of a present won’t bring him back, he knows. It’s his fault, isn’t it? So that’s why he has to try harder, because real lives are at stake.

Both Ranpo and Yosano remain silent, watching this scene. Their original partner from the detective trio is now gone. There isn’t a lollipop in Ranpo’s mouth this time and Yosano hasn’t drunk this heavily in months. Now she stands sober, watching over the other’s empty desk. How should she feel? Ranpo doesn’t know either, but his expression remains dark. The future of the Agency, slashed and taken away from them so easily. The idealist.

Even the president is behind them all. Fukuzawa and his imposing figure seems…worn. His usually cold expression holds a hint of…something else. His grey eyes are fixated on the empty desk, but his mind is elsewhere. This time, not even Ranpo knows what he’s thinking.

U think ur so funny. Is it funny for you that this is what i woke up to on kunikidas birthday. I jope youre laughing because im gonna get you.

[glittergoats]

Zero Escape is a game about love

[biopsssihozz]

how do we get a picky child to eat green chilis?

[babeypigeon]

wedding jackmary 🥺🥺

[onedoors]

[dec0ra-grl]

-Britney Broski [audio clip beneath cut]

[k4txlulzz]

THIS QUEST FUCKING BROKE MEEEEE

i was so relieved to see jiaoqiu alive omg yall have no idea i was STRESSINGG😭😭😭 my beautiful wife

he lost his sight but . its ok guys he had them closed 60% of the time anyway