#I'm so sorry ahah

[nouverx]

Louise never heard about puppy love, cause they don't know that term in France 💔

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Lyrics are from Louise by TV Girl ! I was listening to it yesterday and that specific line on the second page screamed Alastor I just had to draw something about it

[kyouka-supremacy]

Sskk sickfic where Atsushi catches a cold for the first time in five years and Akutagawa is unusually smug about it, because differently from Atsushi he's constantly sick and already knows what it's all about / feels like an expert of all the best remedies because he's gone through it countless times before

[ladycibia]

me, coming to your blog right after reading fics: ...chibi-warlord-geralt terrifying the north

im so sorry

eskel: I'm a simple witcher, Wolf. Don't fight with dragons, don't fraternize with kings and don't become a chibi warlord terrifying the north

geralt:

[loveafterdeath-if]

Oh I don't like you at all. You made me ugly cry. This damn demo is a trap. You rein us in and then cut the strings. Like a puppet master.

Omg i was so happy. And then so sad. 😭😭😭😭

Horrible Horrible Horrible 😫 this made me so emotional and it was beautiful and sad and i was so mad because you literally warn us not to get attached but it was a trap!!

What the hell did you expect with writing like that? 😒😭

Also, juliet can go into the deepest levels of hell and get destroyed 1000000 over.

I hate how much i loved this. 😭😭😭😭❤️

[mushyruuu]

alr, it's time to scare you all away with some multifandom stuff 🤺🤺🤺

I'm going to post EVERY fandom art here (including dt/dnf/dsmp!!), but if you want to see only dteam/mcyt, I'll reblog everything related here ⤵️

[mossistyping]

details on cold, cold, cold if you pleeease :)

Ahhh liquid ily <3

Cold cold cold (there is 🧊 in the title of my notion page) would be the follow up to I can make it better!

In which Charles finally sends Max the pictures from their wax play session... In the middle of a press conference. Max decides to see if he can take control of their dynamic and gauges how into ice play Charles would be at the club >:)

[alflis]

Hi I want to say that I love your game, love Orlam and love you too @just-a-carrot you're such a sweet person ✨

I'm suck at speak well or expressing my feelings but I rlly want let you know that your game wonderful and it's on my "favourite stories" top now :D

Thank you for your game and charactes I like all of them 💖 (Orlam just my favourite hehe~)

[sskk-manifesto]

A TWENTY SECONDS PAUSE???????

[badboysupr]

to all the muses out there who have been genuinely nice to leo:

i'm sorry

he is literally a disaster and a half (or maybe about 5385865363 disasters, tbqh) and is2g every single time anyone just shows common decency to him, he has an Entire Moment that should be backed up by a dramatic musical number at this rate bc jeezum

jeezum

[skullsandcorals]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @rosabell14!!! Hopefully you got to enjoy yourself today (despite everything) 🥲💙 I wish you nothing but the best (namely safety and happiness tho <3). I hope you like what I put together haha. I tried 🥹

(click for better quality if you're on the mobile app. don't repost.)

“What were you before you met me?”

“I think I was drowning.”

“And what are you now?”

“Water.”

(Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly)

[nouverx]

My first shot for a Hazbin MAP (multi animator project) I took part in on twitter! Hosted by Azmy and coordinated by Cheru.

I'm so happy with how it came out 😇

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[ladycibia]

Have you ever/will you ever chibify non wolf Witchers like Letho or Gaetan or ,hell, Aiden? The thought of a chibi Letho is hilarious to me

Yes, I have! Just once though ;; for now! (they are referring to a potion that gave Lambert Paul Bullion's hair)

as for Aiden...well, it's- it's Paul Bullion wearing cat school gear- not exactly peak originality, I know---

[vitunhienokivi]

Whoever the hell invented being sick... Fuck that guy

[another-clive-blog]

I talked about the sad story’s before. I love your art for it!! If i can talk more about my vision, he die’s immediately because in mine he was shot in the head, but being shot in the heart works too because he still dies. For the sad part maybe you can do the aftermath. Its very sudden for him to die so they’re probably in shock, but besides that I thought about it alot and maybe bill hired some one to shoot clive, because the gun definitely didn’t just fire itself. Luke might be kept from seing clive dead, and Flora too. Billl claims no responsibility of course and its very hard for them to prove it for the time being, but unfortunately Clive is dead…

(Continuation of this post)

Alright I want to start by a fair warning : this got very personal. I've re-written it 6 times now to try and make it less of a personal thing, and I think I've successfully done it but also I kind of have a tunnel vision.

So yeah- trigger warning !! I personally consider this the most brutal fic I've done, also because I've introduced that unbearable thing I personally call "trauma latching". Other than that, TW are : gunshot, gun injury, head injury, mention of death, character death.

It takes place right after the final Layton and Clive flashback, when Clive is explaining himself and thanking the professor for saving him.

No one was expecting it. Why would they ? Future London was gone, the fortress was gone, all of this nightmare was over : at least that was what Layton thought.

And then he heard the gunshot.

It was sudden and loud and close, so close that he knew the sense of danger overtaking him wasn't unfounded : someone was actually trying to finish the job, as Luke would say, someone malevolent.

Layton was ashamed to admit it, but upon hearing that gunshot, his first reaction was to move towards Clive to stop him from shooting again.

His second reaction was to look up and go perfectly still.

Clive had not moved a finger : he was still standing right in front of the professor, staring at him. His hands were still empty, no firearms in sight. The only real difference was the bullet hole in his head.

Clive didn't say anything. He stumbled forward after a second, trying to get to the professor maybe, if this was even intentional, which it probably wasn't- and then he was falling. Layton didn't even think, didn't have time to think, before he caught Clive in his arms : the weight of the young man made him lose his balance and they both fell to their knees on the dirty ground.

"Professor !!" Luke shrieked.

Oh no.

"Keep the children away !!" Layton urged the inspector : he himself pressed Clive's forehead against his chest, trying to keep anyone else from witnessing what he knew had happened.

From the outside, he probably looked like he was trying to keep Clive safe, to protect him like the adult he was : he hoped the children would fall for it. He hoped none of them could truly understand why he was seemingly comforting Clive.

He hoped no one else knew Clive was gone already.

"I think the professor got hurt !! You have to- let me go !!" From the corner of his eyes, Layton could see Inspector Chelmey and Barton leading the children away. Flora looked a bit pale as she walked away, whereas Luke was fighting back with all his might, screaming and kicking.

It reminded him of another child.

Clive was still in his arms. Hershel remembered when he had hold him the same way, all these years ago : he remembered the erratic and desperate child fighting so desperately to go back into the fire. Looking back, he should have known it was him.

He had never forgotten him- he had even tried to look for him, but it had been too late. The child had already vanished out of thin air, gone from everywhere except for his memory.

His friends had gently made fun of him, calling it 'paternal instinct'. "I don't know why you haven't adopted him," Brenda would always say. "He needed parents, and you..." She would never finish her sentence, but she never needed to.

There was more than one way to build a family.

Claire watched helplessly, her heart aching : from where she was standing, it almost looked like Layton's head was buried in Clive's hair, like a parent kissing their child good night.

The inspector was gone, the kids were gone, Clive was gone : but she remained, and so did Bill Hawks. His nonchalance as he stared at the scene lit up fire in her heart, a desire to fight back that she hadn't even known could be there. "I know it was you-" she told Hawks as she stood tall in front of him, catching his attention. "Don't even try to deny it."

The policemen surrounding Bill immediately moved to neutralize this new threat, but a simple hand movement from the prime minister stopped them : they reluctantly took a step back, watching the scene in silence instead.

"This is absurd," Bill said, and he sounded as disgusted and angry as Claire. Her accusations were a blow to his ego that he simply couldn't live with. "I could very well have been the target. Who knows if I'm not in danger !"

"A shot to the head can hardly be called missing the target." She didn't even like Clive. She never had. But this-

Layton knew this wasn't actually about Clive. He didn't know the young man he actually was, wasn't given enough time to get to know him once the trick was up. He only knew the murderer who had caused so much pain to his beloved city, the awful man who had ruined far too many lives tonight.

He also knew he wasn't actually mourning Clive. He was mourning the memory of a little ray of light in the darkest day of his life, the memory that despite losing Claire, Layton had managed to save a life. The memory that there had still been some good that day. A child had been saved, his life was destroyed but still he was alive, he would keep on living. After the incident, Hershel would often find himself thinking about this child, wondering what kind of amazing new things he had gotten to experience for the first time after that awful day : he would wonder if that child was happy.

Now that child was dead.

Bill Hawks was roaring, sounding offended as always. "This man has just kidnapped me !"

Claire would not back down. "And now he's dead !"

"Are you implying that this is a bad thing ?" Bill's voice had gotten dangerously low, a threat barely disguised. "It is true that you were oddly adamant on going back for him," his mouth told her, whereas his eyes said 'Are you sure you want to side with him ?'

Claire's hands shook, her whole body vibrating with a sheer rage she was dreaming to let out on this man. She was dead either way, wasn't she ? And Clive was too, despite her efforts to save him. A waste of efforts, time, hope- everything. This man had taken everything away. He-

"Celeste !"

Hershel's voice snapped her out of it, and suddenly Claire realized how close she had gotten to Bill, how nervous his men were, how their hands were resting on their weapons-

She staggered back, hesitantly unclenching her fists. She was suffocating suddenly- she needed to take a deep breath. The air was cold, it tasted like ash. London was still burning and the wind was carrying more proof of that. It was all going wrong. She was losing control, losing it- losing.

Bill Hawks gave her a look of contempt. "Before accusing me of murder, young lady, you might want to ask yourself this : who wouldn't want that man dead ?"

Claire fell silent, ash and smoke in her lungs. It burned, like a time machine explosion; it burned because she knew he was right.

No one would mourn Clive- most people would celebrate his death actually. It made sense they would, after all the damage he'd done and the lives he'd ruined : the people of London had no reason to care about him. She didn't even care about him. She simply felt... guilty. For causing it all in the first place. She had tried to save him because she wanted to right her wrongs, not his.

No one had actually cared about Clive as a person, she realized, and now no one ever would.

Bill Hawks turned away : his personal guards escorted him into the night, back to his Prime Minister office. He had no time to go back home, after all, he had more work to do.

[februarytodeath]

jane doe week days 2 + 3: alternate jane doe + you as jane doe :3 (really really terribly late whshshshsv)

just silly doodles rn because . school

on the left is day 2 with noel/monique :3 i think my fav/final design would be second rightmost one on the bottom, the one with the monique head and the fucked up dress,, i wanted to take inspiration from bisque dolls but idk how much you can really see that ahah

on the right is day 3!! some notes:

my hair falls over my face a lot so i brought that into the design

i think i also move really clumsily so i added that too but like, more exaggerated ,,?? i'd be bumping into objects/the cast often,, maybe slipping sometimes too wwshshshshs

i wanna up the creepiness factor but like . in a silly way :3 popping up behind the other members, silent for the most part

heavy makeup probably!! really dramatic eyeliner to mimic cracks

final designs are the ones at the very bottom :3

i see my version of the ballad involving Lots of movement,, like i'm flying and spinning around a lot (i say as if i could actually handle that)