#Hopefully this turned out okay

[cmkren]

“He Loved Me, He Loved Me Not.”

For a man such as himself, he couldn’t express the emotions he felt, even if he wanted to. It was a matter of being unable, not knowing how than not wanting to. Or maybe it was a little bit of both. Chishiya could only hope that the one he loved wouldn’t see him any less for it— because it’d only sting more considering that he, for once, was trying his best to be (somewhat) emotionally available.

But maybe he had realized that all just a little too late.

a/n; exploring his character a little! A little bit of one-sided pining, mentions of past relations between Chishiya and reader, messy plot, messy in general ‘cause I haven’t written like this in three years— g/n! reader (hopefully), mentions of unhealthy behaviour, the neglectful kind + pre-borderlands relationship but chishiya reflecting during borderlands when he sees you again during beach arc

What did you expect, getting into a relationship with him? What had drawn you in, pulled you in so close? Close enough that he could plunge a knife into your heart so deep he could tug it right out from the other side? What did you expect?

What did you expect.

Before the whole borderlands shit show, Chishiya had you in his arms every day. Every other day. Maybe weekly. He thought he had expressed his affections rather often, but according to the other party they barely saw him. There had been a conversation between the two of you about this, a conversation where he willingly sat and listened. Nodding his head, looking like he caught your words as soon as they left your mouth.

Maybe that was one of the reasons. How he seemed so good at listening, as if he was hooked on to every word you said, actively listening every time you spoke. In a sense he did. At the beginning, that was.

Everyone knows how things are at the beginnings of a relationship. Where couples are tied to the hip, all lovey-dovey and happy looking. As if they solved all their problems and were sure there would be none to come their way. You and Chishiya were no different, but of course he showed this newfound affection he held in his own unique way.

Never the biggest fan of pda, so he kept the touching behind closed doors. Even then, his biggest way to show affection was just sitting down and spending time with you. Listening to how your day was, and you prying out the same from him as he reluctantly shared.

That was just how your relationship was— and he liked it that way.

Until that ‘honeymoon phase’ started to slowly fade. Like it always does. He started spending less time with you, barely saying anything to you unless he needed something.

It was strange, how things switched up so quickly with him. He even went radio silent a couple of times, not really responding to texts or calls. Most he would give at times to a message is a one or two word answer. No matter how good a partner someone could be— anyone would start getting anxious about what was going on.

The final straw came when he didn’t say anything at all for a whole month. Maybe even reaching two months.

It was crazy. How could you be completely detached for a whole month like that? You never even caught a glimpse of him, got a single text or call. He must’ve been deliberately ignoring you.

Unfortunately, he had been.

He had no idea what came over him, but he just couldn’t talk to you. The workload at the hospital was only an excuse he could barely tell himself as for his own behaviour. As if he was justifying it.

But after a while, a string of texts finally got his attention. It’s all pretty blurry to him, but he just remembered dropping whatever it was he was doing to go over to your place. Unfortunately for him, a stroke of bad luck decided to follow him as he walked across Shibuya Crossing.

It was the day he found himself in this sort of dystopian version of Tokyo.

Maybe that’s why he found himself staring at you from a distance— there wasn’t really… actual closure. At least for him. With the raging party by the pool, you seemed to be having some fun with new friends you made during your time here.

Chishiya was known to be a confident guy, a bit of a prick but in a way he had a right to be. He was intelligent. But he could never bring himself to go up to you again. Not after how he left things on such a sour note.

He liked to think it was both his and their fault. Their fault for falling in love with a man like him, and his fault for loving you just as much. Maybe even a little more.

Perhaps that’s why he subconsciously distanced himself at one point. Did he think that was the right move? To move as far away and close himself as much as possible to protect them from an asshole like him? Someone who couldn’t even share how his day at work had went?

At the end, it didn’t matter why or why not he did certain things.

The fact of the matter was, he hurt you either way. Maybe this was how he loved. By pushing them as far as possible, holding himself accountable. And maybe this was how he balanced his life. From the shitty things he did every day, maybe he deserved it. Deserved never being able to make love last.

“Chishiya— Chishiya!”

The taller woman beside him had snapped her fingers right against his ear, making him turn his head just the slightest. Kuina stared back at him, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards just a little. A slightly incredulous smile on her face, “what’s with that expression? You look like you just got dumped.”

He knew she was exaggerating so he let out an amused scoff. Slowly, his eyes trailed back towards the crowd, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.

Ah, he just remembered. Why he had been making his way to your place that day. The message that got him scrambling to his feet, finally waking up to reality.

It’d been a break up text.

It took that, something that finally spelled it out to him that his relationship was in jeopardy, to try to fix it. Remedy how much he had blatantly ignored his partner for the past month or so, absolutely refusing to even send a single message.

If it hadn’t been obvious yet— he still loved you. After 90 days of this place, he still loved you. You probably still loved him too, he presumed. That wasn’t just his narcissism speaking, there was no way they’d get over him so quick. No way.

No way.

[sincerely-sofie]

forever thinking that whenever something goes wrong, Kip, arc, and twig in this order just goes “aw, heck!” “oh dear..” “FUC”

Have I ever got a surprise for you, Aimz.

[incinxrate]

⎸ Closed Starter  ⎸  ⁂   @calamxty​

 And nary a single note of placating sound escaping then. Only merely soft choruses of ghosting footsteps, wholly inaudible. As the upper moon quietly padded through the labyrinth of empty corridors before him. As those fragmented, amber painted, hues absently gazing around. Within the stagnant depths of the Infinity Castle. A place akin to a home, blissful sanctuary, and yet also a vicious cage as well...

Haplessly entangled tightly within the razor sharp chains of Muzan’s detrimental dreams. The petulant whims akin to a raging hurricane. Carefully keeping them beneath his thumb. Bestowing his demons with pretty, pretty, praises, only to brutally lash out with his most callous and primal punishments. No amount of grief stricken agony nor complete humiliations could hope to sate their god in those states. Even being one of his deemed ‘favorites’ of the upper moons, allowed even his probably nonsensical desires to never even so much as slaughter a human woman, let alone devour one. Akaza had still suffered beneath those taloned hands more than a few times...

And this night truly was no different. This foreboding sense, this symphony of irrefutable dread that wetly dripped from every pallid wall, every tatami mat within the castle as Akaza made his way to Muzan’s chambers, hurt. Keening from aching lungs, with every venom laced breath...

And certainly it was true, his god would not be appreciative upon learning Akaza had found nothing new of that cursed blue lily. Only merely a ghostly fairy tale. As so many had surmised. The thunderous symphony of buzzing gossip ringing upon the tepid air. Of fellow demons, both upper and lower alike. Heavily doubting such a thing even existed. Some merely thinking Muzan so egotistically drunk upon his own faux tales of odd medicines. Of the utterly inane agility to conquer the very sun itself. Some only merely guessing that Muzan was so very aware of there being no flower. Using it as only yet another crimson tie to bind them. To torment them. To manipulate. For Muzan’s own utter amusement.

And yet, Akaza was so perfectly aware...

In the end, it mattered naught if the flower was truly real or mere pointless, ceaseless, hearsay. Either way, the best thing to do was keep your head down and just wander upon these seamless lands.  In search upon fruitless search. To incur the least amount of that man’s spiteful wrath possible....

❝  Muzan-sama...  ❞

And those tepid, fractured, hues flickering down now to gaze upon indigo dipped fingers. Deftly kneeling upon ink stained hands, upon steady knees. Lingering within the immaculate doorway of Muzan’s chambers. Every word calmly dripping from the upper moon’s lips. Laced with nary a chorus of perfect fear nor flickers of resentment towards the rapturous god before Akaza then. Despite the deeply sewn chill that so strikingly emanated from that lithe frame. The sudden and biting frigidness nearly sending soft shivers ghosting down the other’s spine.

❝ I have looked for the blue spider lily as you have commanded. And yet I have found no new information of it’s possible locations.  ❞

[detectivestrawberrymilkshake]

I tried to capture the tail end of a party with this prompt

Day 6 of radioapple week, the prompt was Sleeping/Dancing

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 19 – Haunted

"Am I making you feel sick?"

[orykorioart]

From Aug 2022

Sliding in right before pride month ends with some old Blup sketches that I really liked.

[ID: 3 sketch illustrations featuring Barry and Lup.

The first sketch is Barry and Lup, with the trans flag wrapped around them. Barry is leaning in to press a kiss onto Lup's cheek.

The second sketch is Barry and Lup doing a fist bump, smiling.

The last sketch is a full body of Barry and Lup, out on a walk. They are holding hands and smiling at each other. Barry is holding a coffee cup in his other hand, while Lup is holding an ice cream cone. Lup's skirt has the trans flag colors.

End ID]

Also I’m open for sketch suggestions yall I’d be happy to draw Taz fanarts.

[celestetcetera]

how we feeling bout that epilogue boys

[threehorncircus]

that one antonball intermission screen makes me think of beika

[sunny1927]

And another scene that’s a work in progress of my animatic, this one is actually the most difficult to do so haha(considering it’s all 100+ layers… yeah my storage is gonna die :’D)!

Oswald and Mickey really are wasting my animation budget-/j

[paruecake]

Kanto pokemon: 2/151

[jujuflakes]

Ohhhh boy. I have come with (yet another) Eldritch!Lucifer concept design. It will happen again. Ksnsbef

Inspiration taken from omori/madoka/genshin.

I have so many biblically accurate designs in the drafts bc I just. cannot see Luci with one definite look. Hence the hc that the closer his appearance is to his 'true' form, the more unstable it becomes. my baby would drive quantum physicists mad.

[itsjuice-art]

THIS JUST IN....

[comfymoth]

have you already planned/shared what the mall horrors are?

everyone, say hello to the mall horrors! :D

[marcmorrigan]

@fenglianweek day 6: memories/growing up

the best thing thats ever been mine

[bonesawman]

asa mitaka

[mitamicah]

I think I forgot to submit this golden boy x''D

My part of a collab with isa.sel.draws on IG - the final collab can be found here :3