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[mitamicah]

Group one of my six twelve fanart challenge on IG: Joker Out + käärijä crew version ^V^

[luimagines]

To Cope

Another commission!

They asked for platonic Time, helping/consoling Reader after the death of a loved one.

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It was hard to explain.

The pain… The pain was enough to shut you down. It was raw. It was deep and primal. It cuts you to the core. It knocks you off your feet. You felt like you were falling even if your feet were still planted on solid ground.

You felt sick. Nauseous.

Tears pricked at your eyes before you could fully control yourself. You counted yourself lucky that there was no one else around you at the moment because if someone saw you, they would ask questions. And you would have to answer. And if you answer, you don’t think you would be able to hold yourself together for as long as you’ve been managing to. Saying it out loud would make it real. And if it was real, then there was no coming back from this.

You had lost them. You weren’t even home and they’re gone. You’re never going to see them again. They won’t be waiting for you when you open that door.

A sob rips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. This isn’t the place to cry. The others are going to hear you. You won’t be able to explain-

A twig snaps somewhere to your right.

You hold yourself tighter, holding your breath as if that’s going to stop them from finding you.

You don’t even bother to look up and see who it is. You curl in tighter, trying to squeeze the pain out of you. The other person pauses. You can’t see them but you can hear that they’ve stopped moving. Slowly, as if they weren’t sure how to go about it, they approached you and sat by your side.

You sniffle, cursing yourself internally. You didn’t want anyone to see you this way. You had hoped that you would return early enough to hide your tears. But now you’ve been caught. You struggle to open your mouth but you still find the courage to speak. “...Go away…”

It's more a plea than a demand. It sounds pathetic. You feel pathetic. It’s too much to hold in and another sob slips past you.

An arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you tightly into their side. “Let it out.”

You gasp and look up. You hadn’t expected Time to find you. He looks at you patiently and you can see the little worry lines beside his eyes. Gently, he raises his other hand and wipes the tears from your cheeks. “You can cry… It’s ok…”

It’s as if the dam broke. Before you can even register the forces in your heart, sobs tumble out of you in a river of emotion. It’s too strong for you to hold back anymore. 

Time turns and pulls you into his arms, holding onto you tightly. It’s just enough for you to let go of your emotions. It’s the strength you wish you had to squeeze your feelings out. 

Your heart hurts. It hurts so much.

Time says nothing and sighs to himself. He brings his hand up to gently run his hand over your head in soothing motions, holding onto you as you cry. You don’t hold him back. You’re still trying to pick up the pieces of your crumbling walls.

Time is ok with this. He doesn’t know all the details about the death of… well… All he knows is that your very world revolved around them. And now they’re gone. He… can only guess what that feels like.

The moment passes and your sobs dissolve into hiccups. You finally grab onto Time and tuck your face into the crook of his neck, looking for comfort from the man. 

He doesn’t hesitate to hold you back. Time holds you tighter than before and starts to gently rock back and forth. 

Eventually your hiccups subside as well but Time doesn’t push you away. 

A beat passes as Time keeps rocking and petting you softly. “I’m sorry.” He says. “I’m sure you wanted to be alone… but this isn’t something you should deal with alone. We’re all here for you.”

You sniffle and keep quiet.

That doesn’t stop Time though. “Take all the time you need. We don’t have to move at all tomorrow. Breath. Save your strength.”

You bite your lip, feeling a little indignant. “It hurts, Link. They’re gone and I- I’m- I can’t even-”

“Shh…” Time wipes away the last of the runaway tears. “Don’t. There are many things in this life that we cannot control and there are many things that will happen when we least expect it. We’re simply at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

A whine escapes you. You clutch onto Time like a lifeline, gripping onto his shirt and shoulders as if something threatened to tear you away. Time says nothing about it and simply holds you close.

“...I already miss them.”

“I know.” Time whispers, aching on your behalf. “That feeling won’t go away. You just learn to live with it. You learn to find a new normal.”

You can’t accept his words. It’s too fresh. It’s too recent. You shake your head, threatening to sob once more into his shoulder. “...I don’t want a new normal.”

Time doesn’t want to see you hurting as much as you don’t want to hurt. “You can’t stay this way. They wouldn’t want you to stay this way.”

His words strike a cord and you finally lift your head to look him in the eyes. Time’s heart sinks. You look destroyed. Time wipes your face again, even if the tears are slowing down. “It doesn’t have to be today or tomorrow. All in due time. I’m sorry you’re hurting. I can’t help as much as I’d like.”

You sniffle again and lean in, resting your head on his shoulder once more. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you really needed that cry. “...You’re helping enough… Thank you, Link.”

Time nods and wraps his arms securely around you. “I’m here for you.”

[ddeongies]

quiet afternoon crush (ch 15) - everything about her

ryeji college au, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff & smut, yeji falls first ryujin falls harder | word count: 81.5k/????

Yeji stares into her eyes, pupils blown. “Quiet, baby. You need to be quiet or I’ll have to stop.” And fuck. Ryujin knows she’s far from the first person Yeji has called “baby.” She knows she’s in a long line of people whose eyes have slid shut in surrender after hearing that word roll off her tongue. She doesn’t care. Her hands find Yeji’s biceps, and she takes a moment to run the pads of her fingers over the muscles, the soft skin tacky with drying sweat. She opens her eyes to find Yeji staring at her. She’s not moving anymore, just watching, waiting.   Ryujin nods. “I’ll be quiet. Sorry.” Yeji kisses her chastely; a quick meeting of lips. She pulls back, and there’s a dangerous tilt to her smile.  “Don’t be sorry, Jinnie. Just be good.”

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[crowinthecorner]

what about. silverrruns and reignex. maybe? no pressure ppflower :3

silverr for now! reign later. maybe. hopefully!

+ some bonus little guys

[multifandom-melancholy]

Since you have Sad Panda Studios as something you are into (and I'm assuming you meant to game company that made Crush Crush and Blush Blush) Could you perhaps draw Poe from Blush Blush, I love him

enjoy!!

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+ bonus uncolored skin tone , i cant decide which i prefer!!

[good-beanswrites]

hello beans!! hope you're doing well 💜 ^w^ I know you've probably gotten a lot of requests - but I'm gonna add to that pile anyway because it's fun and also your writing is wonderful and always cheers me up to read!! I'm so inspired by your drabbles and you really bring these characters and this little world to life ;w;

From drabble list #1:

14. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."

Character(s): honestly anyone, but my gut was saying Es as soon as I saw that sentence so... up to you!

Woo thank you pal, same to you!! Thanks for your kind words ah ;--; This is the perfect line for Es omg, I've been cracking up over it for so long 😂 I was tempted to write them waking up for T2, taking one look around and going "uh-uh," but decided on some T1 comedy...

Es rarely dreamed. Usually it was vague images and thoughts. Sometimes it was just them thinking about breakfast the following morning. Occasionally they were plagued by a nightmare of being forced to sing karaoke with the prisoners. Most of the time, though, it was just silence that welcomed them at the end of the day. Wonderful, peaceful, silence.

BANG-BANG-BANG!

Someone slammed their fist on the door. Es just about fell out of bed.

Mikoto’s voice came from outside. “Oi, get up! There’s been… uh… an incident!”

That was the last thing a prison guard wanted to hear at -- Es checked the clock -- 2am. Damn. 

They muttered to themself as they threw on their uniform. Why the prison’s cells didn’t lock was beyond them. Some of the prisoners were more troublesome than others, but the first trial had been going smoothly thus far. Why now? 

Their mind flashed with various possibilities, each one worse than the last, all urging them forward. By the time they were running down the hallway, their shirt buttons were a row off, and they had to switch their shoes to the opposite foot. They adjusted the cap clumsily on their head.

Fear gripped their chest as they heard Jackalope’s voice crying out for help from the panopticon. Jackalope never called for help. 

Es burst into the room. The prisoners froze, looking up guiltily. 

They sat in a huddle on the floor. Yuno and Muu held the little furry warden over a tub of sudsy water. Bottles of soap and shampoo sat nearby. An assortment of brushes and combs sat to the side. Splashes of water spread across the prisoners and ground, speaking to several failed attempts at getting Jackalope into the bath.

Nearby, Mahiru was holding up the tiny guard’s uniform, her sewing kit spread out on her lap. Es spotted bandages on Yuno’s and Kazui’s fingers. Shidou was currently dabbing blood off Fuuta’s nose as he fumed. Jackalope leaned over to nip at the hands holding him, but Yuno and Muu held him fast.

“Es!” came his frantic voice as he thrashed around. “You gotta help me! Make them stop, dammit!” 

From the group of prisoners who had been watching from a distance, Haruka turned to them. “Oh! Es! Th-they thought that he needed a -- uh, a bath! His uniform had a h-hole, and Mahiru can s-sew! And they thought, they thought we could do it all t-together… Muu called it a -- a spa night…” 

“At two in the morning?” Was all that came to mind.

“We tried to get him to do it earlier today,” Muu said, “but we didn’t get a chance until now.”

“They didn’t get a chance to kidnap me, she means!” He squirmed around some more, swinging his antlers wildly. “They hid around the corner and nabbed me like the filthy criminals they are!!”

Yuno said, “hold still,” as she brought him closer to the water. He kicked his feet wildly, screaming at Es to show a little authority and do something. 

“Hold on a second,” they stopped her.

They closed their eyes, pinching the bridge of their nose. They took a measured breath. They were here to contemplate sin and crime, guilt and forgiveness. Their job should have consisted of questions about morality and life and death; they never anticipated looking around their prison and asking, “is human shampoo even safe for his fur?”

Kotoko spoke up from the other side of the room. “That’s what I thought, but is he really a rabbit? He eats human food and everything, we didn’t think a bit of soap was that different.”

Jackalope disagreed (“that stuff is as bad as poison -- poison I tell you!”) but the others chimed in with their agreement. From around the room came promises that they were being gentle with him, and that they’d keep quiet, and that they’d dry and brush his fur really well when they’d finished, and that they’d feed him treats, and that his uniform was already good as new, and so on. A few complaints at getting bit mingled with Jackalope’s own insults. 

“-- Alright.” Es held up a hand to silence them all. They knew a warden shouldn’t be making compromises with their prisoners. At the same time, they didn’t have the energy to argue about bunny baths at this time of night. “You can continue, but wash him outside of the tub. And go easy on the shampoo. Any mess you make must be cleaned by morning.” 

They were met with excitement and thanks. Jackalope grumbled that they were too soft, but he sounded relieved as he was whisked away from the dreaded bathwater. 

Es sighed. There may have been a few bites and bumps, but that was all. No emergency, no fight, no danger plagued Milgram tonight. Their relief quickly turned to annoyance. They leveled their gaze at Mikoto as he entered from the hallway behind.

“Please tell me this isn’t why you woke me up.”

“Huh? Oh, this? No, no -- we have everything under control. Aw, Mappi, that looks great!”

He pointed at her sewing job, revealing bandages on his hands as well. It looked like no one was safe from the rabbit’s little teeth… Then Mikoto jabbed a thumb casually over his shoulder. “Nah, the faucet in the men’s room broke when we tried filling the basin. The whole room’s flooded now. I think it’s gonna start spilling into the hallway soon.”

“WHAT?”

[collierose1]

first week of Shep's design challenge! a lil Gem as a red life :)

[sapphoscompanion]

Rosemary thinks dancing is a most effective way to cheer Laura up. Even if they don't know how to dance. Especially because they don't know how to dance.

> an extract

Rosemary turned. “Let’s dance,” she grinned, holding out her hand.

Someone started singing in Spanish. Laura looked at the hand, then at Rosemary, then at the hand again. “It’s 1 a.m.”

“So?” Rosemary didn’t show any sign of giving up.

Laura blinked a few times, hand on her cheek, incredulous. “I don’t know how!”

Rosemary shrugged. “Me neither. But,” she said, taking a step closer, “I do know that it takes two to tango.”

[rainbowangel110]

May I ask for information about these "Entity Guards" you speak of? :]

YESSSS YES YES!!!!

*ahem*

So, in this world, we have an established Tier System, from T1-T5. These Tiers are based off of Essence that is scattered throughout the universe. But where does this come from.

Entity. Basically put, god. It's the only thing in the entire universe that's pure, 100% Essence. Well, in the universe is putting it mildly. It's kinda outside of existence, outside of life. It resides where birth and death happen. Hard to explain. It's also the only thing that has pure black/white Essence. Everyone else has different colors, but no one has pure black/white. The closest things are Entity's Guards.

(Now, this story really just takes place inside out Milky Way Galaxy, the whole universe is a bit far fetched. But because lore stuff I have creative liberty to ignore galactic distances.)

Basically, they're Essence users that have ascended to a higher level, beyond T5 entirely. Depending on what shade their original color landed on, they'll go even brighter/darker. Not to like, pure black and white but very close. There's normally two, but larger galaxies with more life and Essence in it can have more. They're massive, and very powerful.

Now, the original post that prompted Nautilus to ask me this, talked about angelic possession. This is basically it.

Once you ascend, you can never go back. Every memory, your body is no longer the same. You are now just a giant, deadly pillar of darkness/light. Sure your original body is like, supermassive and glowy/dark but it's no longer you. You are now a Guard, your true purpose unknown to those that see you. You are alone now, the only other Guards in the galaxy as your company.

(Did I mention how they kinda sit near the black hole at the center of each galaxy. Yeah they just sit there, outside of it's gravities range but there. They're also massive, like.... Bigger than planets and suns type big. I'll make a diagram later.)

[good-beans]

Summary: Lucina and Inigo are cast as Clara and the Nutcracker in an emergency production of the show. With opening night approaching, tensions arise.

Happy holidays to @ nymphlings on twitter, I was your secret santa for @nagamas ! I always love a good ballet au, this was so much fun to write 😊🩰

[icarian-angel]

Ooh! ☔️ you're also doing this :D

neon because you seem neon to me, stick figure because old pfp :3 the painting is just Vibes. also Kermit the frog. do you like him you seem like a Kermit person

BONUS THING EVERYONE GETS A SONG this one fits your vibes I think :)

[swampybogg]

[otaku553]

Fire (part 3)

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(Spade Pirate Sabo AU Masterpost)

[lilybug-02]

Looks like the entire household is together! I wonder where Miss. Toriel is?

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--Full Series--

A fun continuation! Lots of crazy vibes. Due to school, I'll be taking another month/months hiatus. I should really stop making so many cliffhangers ;P

[caught-a-dragonfly]

Art raffle prize for @milfycas for donating to the fundraiser to demine Ukraine 💙 Thank you so much @sailorsallyart and @lamiasage for organising this raffle 💕

[themisterhip]

I get brat vibes from 1998 Vash  (≧∇≦)/