#I slacked off this year

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Year in Review / My Fav BL’s of ‘24

Unknown

Perfect Propose

Takara No Vidro

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days

First Note of Love

Completed:

Meet You at the Blossom

Love is like a Cat

Antireset

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Shows I’m still working on:

Pit Babe

Playboyy

25 Ji, Akasaka de

Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto

The On1y One

Eccentric Romance

Love in the Big City

Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru

Love for Love's Sake

Deep Night

Jazz for Two

Gray Shelter

The time of Fever

Jack and Joker

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo

[kyurochurro]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY!!! my favorite season of the year is here so of course that means its time to draw spirk decorating a good ol classic christmas tree!! 🎄💫🎁✨ (spirkmas? spirkmas tree. yes) have a warm yuletide season yall >:)

(also yes ive been studying leyendecker HEHEH)

[shroombell]

updated twins designs for my Binary Stars AU!!

not much has changed, just a few tweaks <3

[paw-padss]

my humble christmas gift to you all! ^^

The snow softly blanketed the ground, and the wind blew strongly against the windows of your shared apartment. Usually you and your boyfriend were known for just staying inside together and being each other's company, playing games or watching movies while being cuddled up under each other. But it was Christmas Eve, and your closest friends had decided to invite both you and your boyfriend out for a little get-together at their house.

"Do we really have to go...?" He grumbled as he lazily slipped his arms through his jacket. While you definitely wouldn't describe yourself as the most sociable person in the world, the reason why you too had mostly stayed indoors wasn't because of you, but rather because your boyfriend was (in his own words) "not fit for social interaction."

"There's no point in whining; we'll only show our faces for an hour or two, and then we can come right back!" You said, giving your boyfriend an encouraging pat with your gloved hand.

"....Whatever." He said with a pout. After a few hours of protesting against this, it seems he had finally given up. You couldn't help but let a triumphant smirk sneak across your face as you watched the taller man dejectedly slip his hat over his head.

Placing your victory aside, you decide to take your scarf from the hook and delicately wrap it around your neck, tying it together with a stylish loop.

"Ready to go?"

"Just gimme a minute." He said as he reached for his matching scarf hanging on the other hook.

You hummed in acknowledgment as you watched him attempt to tie his scarf.

and then another attempt in which the scarf just seemed to get tangled within itself.

and then a third that left him flustered as he muttered frustratingly under his breath.

"Need some help?"

"Ya think?" He huffed sarcastically. You laughed lightheartedly as you watched his fingers continue to fumble around with the knot in his scarf before deciding to slip your gloves off and step forward.

"What's so funny?" he mumbled, his face flushing from embarrassment.

"The fact that you have the precision to full-combo the hardest tracks in your rhythm games but cant seem to wrap a scarf around your neck." You quipped as you gently arranged the ends of the scarf to hang off his shoulders.

He didn't seem to have a rebuttal to that other than another exaggerated sigh, so you kept going with the scarf, making sure to make one end slightly longer than the other. Then, in one swift motion you took the longer end and brought it around the shorter end to form a knot. Firmly adjusting it till you were satisfied with the look.

"Is it too tight?"

Your boyfriend seemed to look at you with awe, "How... did you do that?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "Practice, I suppose. Now are you ready to go?"

"Just one more thing."

He leaned down and placed his lips on the tip of your nose peeking out of your scarf and, with a touch light like a snowflake, gave it a little peck. It carried all the warm affection that he wasn't so great at putting into words, like an intimate Christmas gift.

"Merry Christmas."

You smiled and laughed heartily.

"Merry Christmas."

initially for gamer!danheng and gamer!kinch (which was a scrapped idea I've had since september) but it can be your favs <3 happy holidays!

[royaltea000]

Desperate times call for desperate measures

[martlet-my-beloved]

ran out of comic ideas so *gestures* take a doodle dump instead

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[katabay]

some sketchbook pages

[not-gray-politics]

Trans women. I'm grabbing you by the shoulders and yelling. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE SKINNY TO BE FEMININE AND PRETTY AND CUTE. PLEASE STOP MAKING DIETS PART OF YOUR TRANSITION GOALS. WEIGHT LOSS IS A SCAM. I LOVE YOU. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL.

[areyoudreaminof]

Future Rust and Future Dust: Chapter 6

I'm back. Kind of.

I'd like to give my most heartfelt thanks and dedication to @secret-third-thing for reading this and giving me the boost I needed to post this.

Feyre,

By the time you read this, I’ll be heading for the continent. 

I wish I had more time to explain everything to you and Nesta but time is running out. You should have all of Lucien’s reports on Beron and the human armies. Things are moving much faster and becoming much more dire than we thought. We need to get to the lake. I hope you’ll forgive me and understand that this was not a rash decision. Our human allies have procured us a ship, when we reach Rask safely, I will write to you again.

Please give Nyx a kiss every night from me. Please-

The pen stopped suddenly in Elain’s fingers, leaving a small pool of ink idling under the brass tip. No matter how many times she wrote it, the letters to her sisters sounded wrong, like she had something to hide. But she wasn’t hiding, she told herself, just keeping some things personal. Elain supposed it was a form of guilt that ate at her. After all, she did leave the house almost a year ago, in the middle of the night to come down to the manor. She hadn’t been up to Velaris since, but her sisters came down to visit once, Nyx on Feyre’s hip and a closed off expression on Nesta’s face. 

She and Lucien had fallen in love with each other by then, and she had hoped her sisters would be happy for her. They assured her they were, but something unspoken hung in the air, something that none of the sisters could put into words. Elain hoped that by holding off on a mating ceremony until her sisters could be there would smooth things over. She was ready to accept the bond, but she felt another twinge of guilt at the idea of not having her sisters there for a ceremony. Ever the gentleman, Lucien assured her they could have a small ceremony in the spring with her sisters. With a sigh, Elain finished the letter as best as she could, quickly folding and sealing it as she threw it into the small stack of envelopes. With a stretch, Elain rose from the desk, her eyes drifting to the window. 

Snow was falling outside, softly, almost silently. Only the wind whistled a lonely ballad, one of sorrow and change. Elain had seen the steel clouds on the horizon and had felt the bite of cold in the air, but she was so focused on packing clothes, writing letters, hoping that they could get onto a ship before morning that she had missed the first flakes falling. Quickly, she walked through the kitchen to the back door, sparing a glance at the clock. It was nearing sunset and Vassa would be home. They could finish packing and Jurian and Lucien would be ready with a carriage to take them to the coast, where a merchant ship with black sails waited, she reminded herself as she swung the back door open. 

She reached up to touch the snowflakes that flurried and whirled around her as she stepped outside. Each flake kissed her fingertips and cheeks lightly, while her breath whirled in clouded puffs from her lips. Elain remembered her first snow, she supposed she must have been three or four years old. The naked rose bushes in the garden froze in the night, while snow dusted the twisting branches like white blooms. She was hypnotized by the beauty of it all, hardly looking away from the window as her governess wrapped her in mittens and scarves. Her next memory was being angry about how wet and filthy her shoes and stockings got after she came inside.

I suppose I’ll have to get used to wet stockings, she thought. The continent was colder and wetter this time of year, at least, if her old atlases were right. Visions of ice on the lake flickered through her memory as she breathed in the sharp and muddied air. 

Blue light filtered in through the night sky, an echo of the full moon behind the clouds, though the manor grounds were cloaked in darkness. Only the warm glow of the kitchen illuminated Elain’s path, the copse of ash trees were a snarled shadow in the distance. 

A wolf began to howl, far off into the tree line. 

The pitch of the howl was wrong, too sharp for the wolves that prowled the wall line, too nasal. As the howl echoed through the limbs of ash trees, static fear crept through Elain’s throat. She couldn’t spot Vassa in the darkness, if the howling got a hold of her-

DONG! DONG! 

The continental wooden clock in the kitchen announced the Vassa hour and the wolf howled again. Elain launched into the snow, her shoes sliding along the tightly packed ice, her breath sharpening with cold as she pumped her legs toward the soft firelight in the trees. The wolf-thing howled again, this time closer to the south, nearing the manor. Elain cut through the ash grove and into the clearing where Vassa usually landed, ignoring the hiss of ash branches along her skin as she ran. 

She could not say the words, admit what she knew had finally come. 

But she could run. 

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[puppppppppy]

Jitterbug

[the-blue-phantom]

now that work is boring and pointless again and I've officially completed my thesis I should spend my time doing what really matters, which is writing nancy drew fanfic on the clock

[foli-vora]

✨ your somewhat mentally unstable and flaming hot dumpster fire mess of a writer will be returning very soon ✨

[qrevo]

lately i've been in an endless loop of work, uni assignments, and forcing myself to do personal projects searching for the tiniest drop of fulfilment and ngl i'm getting really really tired of this. i really really need a break

[naberiie]

fact: naboo does not have a molten inner core,

therefore: naboo does not have a magnetosphere,

therefore: naboo does not have protection against solar and cosmic particle radiation.

fact: flora fauna and sentient species live and thrive on naboo,

therefore: everything and everyone on naboo is radioactive,

THEREFORE: everything and everyone on naboo has evolved to thrive in solar and cosmic radiation, and that’s why nabooians are Like That

[birbwell]

went to the doing things place and am forced to do things now. isn't that sometjing

[spark-circuit]

i have permission to make this; i'm a Childe main and max level Fishing in Stardew Valley