#Go crazy

[the-lesbian-painter]

Screw it, if this post gets 1k notes I’ll stop procrastinating on writing my book immediately

If it gets 5k notes I’ll get the first draft done by the start of summer

If it gets 10k notes I’ll finish it by the start of fall

At 12k notes (my lucky number) I’ll get a contract with a publisher by the end of the year

[abbeyofcyn]

Want matching phone wallpapers with your bestie who also loves rise?

I've got ya

Also I'm totally not jealous

Didn’t think Raph's arm through

But hey you can add your own filters and backgrounds too!

Cute right? (Screenshot from the movie)

Want them the other way around but hate having the gear mirrored?

No problem

Ok bye have fun

[m4ycrowave]

Go crazy go psycho

[duskvortex]

"I don't wanna spam reblog/like..."

grabs you by your clothes and pulls you towards me in a rubbery cartoon fashion

please please PLEASE spam reblog and like my art, artists love it. please. I post art for a reason

[ramram192]

hey infected/kasper fan i got something for you

[katblaze]

they're judging you

[meanslackofart]

bahot hogya vibe match, ab pagalpan jiske saath match ho wo chahiye

[altyem]

He angy >:C (he usually comes with hapi Stanley)

Do sth to him, whatever you want

Have him and Stanley together

[hellcifrogs]

I'm kinda stuck babysitting and only drawing in between shifts... So have some ship inspired doodles from today's asks~

[yourpalsalamander]

bri'ish

@kingprinceleo silo

[nevaroonie]

Dear Treasure

A/N - this was the very first redactober fic i wrote lmfao

The prompt for this one was Part with

Deputy read by the lovely @achios

Porter x Treasure Angst

Treasure breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped inside their home. Hanging out with their friends was always a draining experience. Perhaps they shouldn't have accepted their half-assed apologies. But sometimes, they let others walk over them. It was something they were trying to grow out of, but old habits die hard. 

Slipping out of their shoes and locking the door they made their way to the kitchen. They needed something to drink. Whether it was actual alcohol or water didn’t matter. They just needed something to quench their dry throat. 

As they reached for a glass, they could feel the slender touch of someone else's hands—cold yet warm. He had a habit of doing this; just showing up, and maybe they loved that about him. It was like he was a personal comfort. 

Or at least till he leaves them for weeks at a time. Though having that conversation again would burn them out more than they already are at least. They needed relaxation; a deep sigh left their mouth as they leaned into the arms of the man they loved. 

‘’ Treasure.. Oh, how I’ve missed you. ‘’ his tone was different, he seemed.. Upset. And that troubled them. 

‘’ Porter, I have missed you as well.. Today has been long. ‘’ A small yawn ripped through them. 

‘’ Tell me all about my dearest.. ‘’ There it was, that tone again.

‘’ Porter.. What is troubling you.? ‘’ They were no longer looking to clear their thirst as they brought their hands down and turned to face their companion. They wanted to get a closer look at his face; to be able to read him. 

They wanted to figure out what was wrong with him. They’d had a long night but they could push what they needed in order to help him. 

‘’ Treasure.. I may not know you well.. But I know you well enough. ‘’ The slight change in his tone was better; similar but different. However he wasn’t wrong, after their trip to the fair. He’d grown to know them. 

However, he picked up a skill, learning how to read them. So as they stood inches away from each other's faces and the cup on the counter; hearts in sync.. He could feel Treasure's hand sliding up his arms, eventually reaching his face. Locking their eyes with his.. Their warmth felt nice and undeserved.

He grabbed their hand and placed a small kiss in the center of it, the last night they shared together would be one of fun. Just simple pleasures- he didn’t deserve any more than that. His eyes found their way back to their face. They screamed tired, yet a glimpse of hope was there. Almost as if they knew what he planned to do. His hand now finding its way to their warm skin was comforting. An experience he grew to love.. A beauty that could rival that of the divines.. 

‘’ It was just a long day. ‘’ They expressed clinging to his new embrace. 

‘’ Perhaps we should head to bed then, you can tell me all about it.’’ 

Though they wanted to help him, their body needed the rest. And this is a perfect time to practice breaking that bad habit of theirs. After all, Porter wasn’t a friend that would take advantage of their kindness. He made the effort to See Them, to know them. He made an effort that their so-called friends didn’t. 

Perhaps they’ll make the effort to better themselves. So as he took their hand to lead them to the bedroom. They went without question, they didn’t have the energy to disagree nor did they want to. 

Porter was lost in his thoughts, was coming here a bad idea? No. Leaving without a word would’ve made them feel like it was their fault. It's not anyone's fault, he knew his job was dangerous. He knew one day this day would arrive. 

The day he had to leave his Treasure. The one thing that he had left in this life. This life.. He wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. Nor the familial issues it came with-

‘’ are you going to join me under the covers? ‘’ Treasure eyed the man sitting on the edge of the bed- something was bothering him. They wanted to say something else but they needed their rest. The day was long and they were drained.. They cared for the vampire but.. They couldn’t listen to anyone else today. 

‘’ yes, my dear.. I was just thinking,‘’ he said as he climbed into bed, right next to them. With some more movements and blanket readjustments. Treasure laid in porters arms. 

‘’ Now.. tell me about that day of yours. ‘’ 

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The sun shone on Treasure's face, slowly but surely waking them up. If it was morning they didn’t expect their vampire companion to still be here. Throwing their feet on the other side of the bed and stepping off they needed to get their day started. 

A cup of coffee would help them. Or at least wake them fully up. However, a surprise they weren’t to see was a freshly brewed pot of coffee and a letter under it. The only person in their home was Porter and they doubted anyone breaking in. 

Grabbing a coffee cup from the cabinet they poured some coffee into the cup and glanced at the letter… hm.. It had been addressed to them. And it was from Porter.. He was the only one who called them Treasure after all.

Why would he leave them a letter? He could have just told them whatever he needed to say. Taking in a deep sigh they grabbed the letter unfolding it in the process. Just what had Porter wanted to say? 

Dear Treasure 

If you’re reading this, I had to leave.. Not because I wanted to, but rather because my job forced me to leave. The life of Porter Solaire is not an easy one. And you were one of the only things. That truly made me remember the goods in companionship. 

When you’ve been around for as long as I have you forget things like that and you can tend to flock to one-time things. But you were different, something I couldn’t explain.. Perhaps it was the way you smiled at me. Or maybe the way you could read me.. See through the walls I had so had high up, and just knock them down. 

Treasure knowing you has been amazing. And leaving you is the last thing I wanted to do. But I have to draw the line between causing you pain or having to live with your death on my hands. I’d rather cause the pain of leaving you behind.

We may not have known each other well enough to be considered lovers.. And we may have started as a continuous fling. But I would not have wanted to call anyone else My Treasure. You dear are something special.

  Yours Truly   

 Porter Solaire

Treasure placed the letter down, their mind still reeling as they processed what just happened. They were expecting some cheesy love letter. Or an apology for disappearing for the next few days— or a month. But this? The last thing they were expecting was what could be considered a break up letter? It wasn’t an outright farewell, but the finality was there, lurking between the lines, and that stung more than they had expected.

Well they were barely a thing.. So could it be considered a break up? The uncertainty gnawed at them. This was hard and why did it hurt? It shouldn’t have, right? They barely knew the man, despite a few flings a date or two they were ultimately strangers and yet this hurts. And yet, the ache in their chest said otherwise. Maybe it wasn’t the depth of their relationship that mattered, but the way Porter had slipped past their defenses, made them feel seen in a way very few others had.

The two helped each other when they needed each other most. And now he’s gone. Perhaps they would’ve taken the risk— they weren’t done getting to know one another. And now that untold chapter will never finish.

Life was cruel.

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Taglist - @dawnofiight @sunsickcrab @porters-fangs @paythesmith @achios @yournewmusictaste @ashertickler @s0lairee

[kaajukatli]

If you saw me have a breakdown over yet another black and white doomed by the narrative gay ass couple, yeah you did. You should too

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Test Track AU // Next

Vic loans Sahota out to an old friend who works as an interrogator. Armed with state-of-the-art equipment and innovative techniques, Sahota's temporary boss has him endure, rate, and review various torture methods.

[swirlypurr]

Drew riv and spears stimming because I realised I can draw whatever I want <3

Ooh they are so silly, I love these fucked up lil guys so much

Tried something new with lighting and shading, don’t expect a ton of this tho lol, but who knows