#I love this fic

[seokminfilm]

i love this so much

the uncertainty hansol feels equal the thrill under his skin. he keeps hearing you talk but he doesn't actually listen- wait, maybe he should.

"so, yeah, i'm excited to see her", you nod. who's her? your friend who's moving out of the city and who you're gonna see tomorrow night?

"yeah, of course", he nods too. "make sure to have some fun with her, i bet you'll miss her."

your tiny 'i will' almost go unnoticed as the subway gets closer to you two. people start to walk to its door, patiently waiting for the train to stop and accommodate all of them.

it's the fourth that goes by, you shouldn't miss this one.

"i have to go..."

"um, yeah, okay", hansol says. "thank you so much for the night, i had a lot of fun."

"thank you, so did i."

you hug hansol, feeling how his body reacts to the way you're snaking your arms around his torso. he sighs, a tiny smile stamped on his lips.

but as you're about to let go, you can't help but think that... that's not what you actually want to do to him.

so you take your shot, pushing him off you a bit and hoping you won't mess your first date when you say-

"come here", you whisper, cupping his cheek and pulling him close again just so you can peck his lips.

hansol could explode in that very moment. his arms bring you even closer, the subway way long forgotten, and he also takes his shot when he deepens the kiss, sucking your bottom lip and pecking your lips again - and then your cheek, and then your jaw.

"i really have to go~", you giggle, and hansol groans.

"okay, sorry", he lets you go - after pecking your lips again -, and watches as your eyes shine at him. "can i text you later?"

you nod once again, maybe a little too eagerly, as you wave him goodbye and finally step into your train, door closing behind you.

oh, well. isn't hansol over the moon now?

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[beannary]

pov you are donnie having the worst time of your life

just a little doodle of the closet scene from @qoldenskies 's Caged Lungs which is a great fic and series that you should all check out if you want some good donnie whump

[poxxxum]

The space stretches out between you...

(Taken from the amazing fanfic Eleventh Hour by Le_Vi!! I haven't been in the homestuck fandom since YEARS ago and I'm diving head first into Erisol again. It's all thanks to @eyeonyou for being so amazing and pulling me back♡ Please everyone read this fic and melt together w me)

[muftiys]

Some stupid and dumb fanart for these stupid and dumb GAYS written by @seriouslycalamitous

i love them ALSO PLEASE NO SPOILERS PAST CHAPTER 7 !!!! ❤️

[koolaidashley]

FIREFIGHT BY @remedyturtles I go CRAZAY for thier fic if u haven’t read it already idk what ur doing but here’s a link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52502551/chapters/132816871

[arczism]

Hi sorry this is weird but i saw your tweet on my fyp trying to remember a fic where sanji sleeps like someone who's never felt safe. My twit is locked but I remembered this fic:

"The Cook never moves in his sleep unless he's exhausted. It's unnerving. It's the way people that didn't grow up safe sleep."

You'll whisper lies to me (and one of them will be true) by Veto_power_over_clocks

archiveofourown . org / works / 51297967

Anon thank You so much, yes, that's it — You'll Whisper Lies to Me (And One of Them Will Be True) by Veto_Power_Over_Clocks. I've been searching for this for months, I owe you my life

[starryside-1]

DREW SHIT FOR THE NEW KILL SWITCH CHAPTER IMMEDIATELY‼️

I cannot draw fight scenes so have some after math KC looking like a sopping wet cat who happens to have a leg sticking out of him (no real blood since it’s all very sketch so I don’t THINK it needs a warning? Correct me if I’m wrong)

Also have a doodle of him joking with Vanellope and gearing to fight (he will get his ass beat trust)

This chapter was so good oh my god I love this fic I’m clawing at the walls biting the bed frame SCREAMING

YOU DID THIS TO ME 🫵 @king-candybug-backup

[kiiwiighost]

Here's a fanart I did for an amazing fanfic I read on ao3, it's "masks within masks" by Kyprish_Prophetess

[o-mellowy]

The Last Crystal

[sodafiizz]

[Reasons Why We Should Get A Cat]

→ Dear Reader by @heavilycaffeinatedsblog on ao3

[likesdoodling]

So. I read a really cool fic recently called The Harrowing by Chthonion which I would highly highly recommend-

I absolutely love it so much-

:D:D

I'm gonna go with how my sister recommended it to me, since that was what got me excited about it-

Imagine~ Sauron trying to be a good person. And having a very hard time of it because he has these things... I've heard they're called 'feelings'... Anyway. He's finding it a bit hard to deal with, but long story short, think Sauron getting a second chance and go from there.

And if you have read it-

Then you probably know exactly which moments I'm referencing here, but just in case,

No. 1 is Finrod, just before Annatar is about to have his first full on emotional breakdown, and the No.2 is Maedhros saying thank you. Which is fairly obvious. But still.

I love this fic so much!!!

(this is definitely not the last fanart I'm gonna do from this. Chapter 39 has some amazing moments that I am so gonna draw when I next have time~)

[darlinluxx]

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 | 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 ౨ৎ

pairing : saebyeok x fem!reader

angst, like the tiniest amount of fluff ever at the end ??

warnings : angst, smoking

summary : you two keep on finding your ways back to each other but it always results in heartbreak and tears

a/n : based off of watercolor eyes by lana del rey n’ lowkey my own love life (😭)

if you have any requests, feel free to message me <3

𝐓he cigarette smoke curls around you, mimicking the tangled mess of feelings you have for her. you watch Saebyeok from across the small, cramped bedroom, her face half-illuminated by the flickering neon sign outside. her expression is typically stoic, a mask she wears so well, but you know the subtle shift of her jawline when she’s frustrated, the almost imperceptible softening of her eyes when she looks at you. these details, learned over months of a relationship that has been more of a battlefield than a haven, are etched in your memory.

this time, it’s your fault. again. you’d pushed too hard, questioning her about her brother, about her plans, about the future that always seems so impossible when you’re with her. she had retreated, as she always does, into a fortress of silence and sharp edges. and here you are, the inevitable aftermath of your own impatience.

“you okay?” you ask, your voice barely cuts through the city’s hum

she doesn’t meet your eyes, taking another drag of her cigarette. the cherry end glows like an angry ember. “fine.”

“Saebyeok…” you start, but she cuts you off with a sharp exhale.

“don’t.” it’s a command, not a plea.

you know that tone. it’s the one that precedes her packing her meager belongings, the one that leaves you standing alone in the wreckage of another argument. it’s the tone that makes your stomach clench with a mix of fear and a bitter kind of familiarity.

this is the dance you’ve perfected. the push and pull, the silent treatment followed by tentative reconciliation, the whispered words of love that dissolve as quickly as they come. you love her, you desperately do. you love the way she fights for what she believes in, the steel in her core, the rare smiles that feel like a sunbeam piercing through the clouds. but loving her is exhausting. it’s a constant tightrope walk over the abyss of her past.

you remember the first time you met, the stark contrast between her guarded exterior and the flicker of something wounded in her eyes. you were drawn to her instantly, to the mystery she exuded, the quiet strength that seemed to vibrate beneath the surface. you’d thought you could be the one to unlock her heart, to soothe the pain she carried. you were naive then, fueled by a romanticism that has long since been bruised and battered by reality.

the silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. you want to reach out, to take her hand, but you know it’s futile. she’s built a wall around herself, and you’re not sure you have the strength, or the right, to tear it down again. days turn into weeks, filled with the aching hollowness of her absence. you find yourself replaying your arguments, searching for a different outcome, a different way to make things okay. you know you should let her go, that this constant cycle of pain isn’t healthy, but the thought of a life without her is a bleak and empty prospect. she is your addiction, your constant source of both torment and euphoria.

then, a message on your phone. a single word on your screen — “meet.” it’s curt, ambiguous, but it’s enough to send your heart racing. you rush to the place she suggested, a dingy convenience store where you’d shared too many cheap meals and stolen kisses.

she’s there, outside, leaning against the brick wall, her face impossibly beautiful in the harsh fluorescent light. she looks different. a vulnerability has replaced the usual guardedness, and it terrifies you more than anything.

“i miss you.” she says, the words barely audible. her gaze doesn’t waver.

your own breath catches in your throat. you want to collapse into her arms, break into tears, to tell her that you’ve missed her too, that you’ve been lost without her. but years of this tumultuous dance have taught you caution.

“what now?” you ask, your voice quiet.

she takes a step closer, her hand brushing yours. the contact is electric, a jolt that shoots through you. “i don’t know,” she admits, her eyes searching yours. “but i want… i want to try.”

and in that moment, looking up into her eyes, you realize that you would follow her anywhere, even to the edge of the world, even if you know you might fall. you know the cycle will probably continue, the arguments, the silences, the inevitable heartache. but you also know the joy, the passion, the moments of raw connection that only she can offer. you’re trapped in her gravity, and maybe that’s exactly where you belong.

so, you nod, your heart full of both hope and dread, and reach for her hand, ready to face the chaos yet again. the dance is set to begin anew, but this time, you are determined to change the steps. or at least, try.

[elorberryart]

baseball boyfriends :)

[mizarowo]

"This was Luo Binghe as shaped entirely by his shizun’s loving hand" -line from A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk Into the Bamboo House fic by @verycharismaticdragon

Fanart for one of the first svsss fics I've read :D!

[poolboyatthevampiremansionx]

Ancaux save me

[zionloo]

ahhhh man this is so cool one of my favorite fics (I don't remember the chapter )

For @battlemaiden13

because even with several Sanses drawings out there, it's so difficult to draw the skeletons' heads XD