#It's just so AUGG

[insanityandstars]

Rise n grind boys; it's time to mourn over someone you never really had ‼️😽🤞

[maudiemoods]

Guys I'm sorry but I'm too lazy to crop these augrhh

Ok ok ok, so have you seen those paintings where the characters are coming off the canvas? Yeah yeah you see where I'm going with this right

[termagax]

like this does make me feel a particular sort of way

[that-starry-freak]

okay, okay

On one hand, headcanonong Sams Eclipse as aroace. He's never shown any interest in romance, and pretty sure hes seemed almost digusted by the idea of it before.

Other the OTHER HAND, headcanoning the villain as aroace is really getting into that weird territory of harmful representation or whatever-

But on the hand before, headacanoning him as not aroace even tho he seems aroace doesn't seem okay

.. AUGG i don't care ill make him at least demi or something. Defiently ace (#projecting .. always on the villains too but I think its cause they're my favorite charecters. I mean, Solar isn't a villain but I headcanoned him as ace cause, a. Why not I couldn't be surprised and b. He's my favorite so <3)

[timegears-moved]

i was gonna be like "okay i think i've calmed down and am ready to change my theme back" but drake's ask made me deranged again

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

Uegsghdhdjdrjfjk

[dressycobra7]

@consumedwithtrust @oracleact @ryomen-sukuna-1-0 look at thiiiissss!!! Pls read it!!! It’s so good

(part 2 of emperor!sukuna)

It's dark, and so terribly silent.

It's not the kind of quiet you find comfort in. No peace, or tranquility, in the stillness. The silence is tense, like a breath you hold until your lungs begin to burn. Like time itself has frozen.

Two red eyes watch you from the shadows.

Vicious. Hungry.

You wake with a start.

"Noble guest!"

Your head whips to the side, only to find the young handmaid who had been assigned to serve you kneeling at the edge of your bed. Her hair is tied, as ever, into two neat knots on either side of her head, but her endearingly lopsided fringe still hangs down over her worried eyes.

"Miwa," you breathe, and perhaps it might be in relief if you had the right to feel any. You lift a hand to your chest and feel the way your heart is racing under your ribs.

"Are you quite well, Mistress?" she asks you in concern.

Miwa is a young girl, no more than twelve if you had to guess and, though occasionally her manners fail her, she's dutiful in your care. You're fond of her in your own way. Grateful for a face in your chambers that doesn't mean you harm, or reproach.

"Yes," you say quietly. Barely a whisper and even less truth. "I'm well."

Your eyes sweep around your quarters, and suddenly you have a thought.

"What's the hour?" you ask her. It's night time, you're sure of it. Late if you were put upon to wager. "What brings you here so late?"

Miwa's eyes slip away, like she suddenly has trouble meeting yours.

"Miwa?" you ask again, more insistent this time.

The young girl fists her robe in her small hands, her head hanging slightly.

"It's the Crown Prince, Mistress."

Your chest feels tight.

"Yuuji?" You sit yourself further up in your bed, your sheet slipping down to pool in your lap. "Is he well? Has something happened?"

Miwa looks up at you with eyes that glisten in the soft light of the lanterns around your room, her lips pulled into a tight line.

"I know you and the Crown Prince have become good friends, Mistress," she says to you quietly, and you're surprised. You didn't know that anyone was aware of the little Prince's visits to your quarters. The girl's nose scrunches up. "Which is why it upsets me that the head of household forbid the staff from telling you."

"What's happened to him?" You feel panic in your veins, hot and quickly spreading, in the wake of her words.

"He's ill, Mistress. Fevered. The poor thing has not had the strength to leave his bed for some two days now."

You rip your blankets from your lap, throwing your legs over the side of your bed. You stand quickly, ignoring the way your blood rushes to your head and makes you feel dizzy.

Miwa stares up at you in shock from where she kneels at your feet.

"Come," you tell her firmly, extending your hand down towards her to help her up. "Take me to him."

Miwa knows her way through the Emperor's palace in a way so familiar that you could never hope to memorize the paths similarly yourself. You wonder how long she's been serving in the royal household to be so intimately familiar with every corridor, path, and passageway. She manages to take you all the way across the expansive property, from your own court to the one in which he Prince resides, without being seen by another living soul.

The two of you pause, pressed close together in a narrow passage covered by a tapestry.

"Will there be guards inside?" you ask her, keeping your voice low.

She shakes her head emphatically.

"The guards are outside the door. This is an entry that the servants in the Prince's household use. I assure you he's quite alone in there—his maids are away to take tea since he's resting, and the court physician has left him for the night."

You nod slightly.

"If I hear anyone coming, I'll fetch you," Miwa assures you, and you know she is sincere.

You lift the edge of the silk that covers your small hiding place, and step into the Crown Prince's quarters.

His room is not wholly dissimilar to your own—a realization that only makes you feel a little ill as you realize just how out of place you are in the place you've been confined. On the other side of the wide room is an elevated bed, and there in the centre lies the small form of the Prince.

His round cheeks, though always somewhat rosy, are flushed a violent scarlet with fever. His skin is pale and waxy, and is dewy with perspiration though his little nose is ice to touch. His chest rises and falls in shaky exhales, and his lips—parted as he gasps for breath—are dry and cracking.

Your heart rends at the sight of him.

"Miwa," you call quietly towards where you know the passageway to be. When you get no response you dare to repeat yourself a little louder. "Miwa."

Her head pops out from behind the fine silk weave.

You wave her over to where you kneel at Yuuji's bedside.

"Mistress, what is it?" she asks as she approaches.

You look down towards Yuuji, brushing some of his soft blush-coloured hair back from his sticky forehead.

"How long do we have before the maids return?" you ask her.

"They often take longer than they should," she says, rolling her lip between her teeth. "They bring wine to the guards outside and overindulge in their company. The head maid of the household often scolds them for it."

You feel a pang of resentment towards the women who fall short in their care for the little boy before you. You ache upon the realization of his neglect.

"I'll need hot water, and cloths."

"Pardon, Mistress?" she squeaks, watching as you roll up your sleeves.

"Hurry, Miwa," you brush off her effort to clarify, peering up at her with resolution in your eyes. "We haven't much time."

You scoop the small boy up into your arms, carrying him over to a nearby window. You open it as quietly as you can with him in your grasp, and then settle in on the floor as the cold night's breeze rushes in. Miwa appears soon with a basin of warm water and the cloths you requested, her eyes wide as she sees the way you cradle Yuuji in your arms, smoothing your hand along his back.

"Bring it here," you instruct her, and she does as you say. She sets the steaming basin before you, and the cloths just at its side.

You shift Yuuji in your arms.

"He needs the steam to help clear his lungs and break his fever," you tell her carefully leaning the sleeping child face-first above the basin. "Place a cool cloth to the back of his neck, and drape another overtop to trap in the vapours."

Miwa doesn't argue, quickly doing as she's told.

After some time passes, you remove the cloths and shift Yuuji towards the window, his head cradled in the crook of your arm like a babe.

"He needs the dry, cool air now," you tell Miwa as she watches you curiously.

"Mistress, you know a great deal on how to treat a fever," she remarks quietly, ringing out another cool cloth in case it's needed.

You hum, eyes glued to Yuuji's sleeping face. He's breathing a little easier now, his skin a bit less sallow. You dip your finger in the cool clean water and dab it lightly upon his lips to moisten them.

"I have three little brothers," you tell her quietly.

"Really?" she gasps in surprise. "I had no idea!"

Of course she didn't. No one in this land knows anything about you. At least not anything true. They know only what hateful rumours have been circulated through the court, and nothing of your person nor your character.

"Do you have any siblings, Miwa?" you ask her in turn.

"Two older sisters, Mistress," she replies.

"And are they too employed by the royal household?"

"They work at a teahouse just outside the palace, the nicest one in the city!" she says proudly. "They have many noble customers who they attend to."

You smile a little, though it's feeble. You know the kind of teahouses, and the kind of customers, she speaks of. You also know just what attending to them means.

"They must be proud to see their little sister working at the palace," you remark.

She huffs a little. "They still treat me like a child."

You laugh a little, reaching out with the hand not holding Yuuji and ruffling her fringe. "You are a child, Miwa. But there's no harm in that, nor is there any question of your capability in spite of it."

Miwa's cheeks flush pink and she looks away shyly, though undeniably pleased.

"In any case," you note, "my older brothers are the same as your sisters, though I'm long grown. I suspect that treatment never changes."

Her eyes go wide. "You have older brothers too?"

"There are six of us in total," you tell her. "The two eldest sons above me, and then three more who are not yet taller than yourself. The youngest is around the Prince's age, in fact."

You stare down at the six year old in your arms. He looks so much like his father, a man you've come to so deeply resent, but you're helpless to the affection you feel for the little boy. You find yourself holding him a little tighter without thinking.

"Thank you for bringing me here," you say to Miwa quietly.

"You've taken excellent care of his majesty," the maid replies. "He looks much improved in such a short time."

You're grateful that you helped care for so many brothers that you have the kinds of skills needed to help in a time like this. Though the muscle memory seems to ache all the same.

"Come," you pick up Yuuji and move to return him to his bed. "The Prince's maids will return soon, shut the window and remove any trace of our having been here. We should depart."

Miwa hastens to erase any lingering evidence of your presence in the Prince's quarters, and you tuck Yuuji carefully back into bed. As you draw his blanket up to his chin, the little boy stirs for the first time. His eyes, bleary and unfocused, search unseeingly as they open. As though too heavy for his weary body to muster the strength to lift, his eyelids flutter closed again soon. His hand, clammy and small, finds yours.

"Mama?" his little voice croaks, though you know he's unaware of what he's said—too far from the periphery of proper consciousness to even remember this moment when he wakes, you're sure.

You place your hand gently on his forehead, over his eyes.

"Sleep, Yuuji," you whisper to him, and his body slackens as he obeys.

You and Miwa depart soundlessly, the beautiful silk tapestry over the servants passage slipping back into place behind you as you take your leave. The way it swings is the only evidence left behind in your wake.

On the other side of the room, cloaked in the shadows away from the soft light of the lamps, a ruby-eyed stare narrows.

The emperor laughs, but there's no mirth in the sound.

[egoarc4de]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

songs i am listening to a lot and love a lot lately:

1. Ballad of the Spirits - Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guèbrou

2. stung - brakence

3. PENNSYLVANIA FURNACE - Lingua Ignota

4. Tremolo - Young Fathers

5. God of Wine - Third Eye Blind

💗💗💗

[heavymetalloverr]

Gang I think some of my friends do not like me anymore 😭😭

[fagdykevash]

lost library just played i feel like collapsing again

[dressycobra7]

@brave-and-gentle

@fromriches-tosin thought u might like this too 👀

I had to ...

( It's just a redraw of an official art I swear ✌️ )

[toxycodone]

I talked about this once but the idea of laios laying on you like a weighted blanket makes me do backflips.

Like you could play with his hair give this man little kisses

AUGG I love you laios touden

okay i need to post this for visibility bc...people need to see this.

to me Laios just. flops. he's pretty heavy, but he's like...such a good weighted blanket. its honestly worth getting squished.

but could u imagine like...playing with his hair and making little pigtails outta it jdskhfsajkafhajsk he would forget about it and walk around looking ridiculous. he's so damn cute.

[ohposhers]

its come to my attention that i have way too many things im trying to work on at once and i get so completely distracted and side tracked constantly from everything so im never consistent with what i post and its bananas and on top of all of it im insanely preoccupied with getting all my owed work stuff done right now so progress on everything else isss so slow and im so sorry guys BUT once i can get all my work stuff taken care of i'll be able to make more cringe nae nae trolls content with a guilt free conscience so bare with me fellas im especially excited to finally share the really stupid Rockopalypse AU cause ive literally been sitting on it for months but couldnt post it cause there's like one more thing I need to finish for it augg soon soon anyway i felt like i just needed to apologize for the slowness on the content rn and for the next little bit </3 tysm for all the support as always guys this is the most fun ive had with a fandom in a long time

[hammerhead-jpg]

Small new Sam video thoughts

Spoilr

Sayd

Remember when I made a post talking about the elephant in the room with Sam and Darlin'? Yeah it's happening now

Hehe my headcannon about Sam having brown eyes before he turned is correct hehe

Although I'm pretty sure almost all of the vamp characters I headcannon as having brown eyes before they turned just because it makes for a more dramatic and noticable difference when compared to the harsh silver

"I'm not going to live forever, I made that decision a long time ago." AURGGG IT BURNNS :(((((

"Turning doesn't save your life, it gives you a new one." AUGG THE SAME THING HE SAID TO FRED OUGGG

This video made me sad :(

I still stand by my opinion that Darlin shouldn't turn, I know that them getting old while Sam stays 28 eternally isn't ideal but I just can't see them giving up their wolf form, their pack, the sun, and having to drink blood to survive when it's so difficult, getting used to a "new" body, being exposed to the rigged ass vampire justice system and potentially being discriminated against for being a vamp just for a guy that, let's be honest, no matter how much they love eachother now might not stay with forever

[plugnuts]

About to just say fuck it

Anxiety go away challenge

[shkika]

Was very cool to see your moldy green mop in the Saint map just AUUUGH ITS SO GOOD

AUGG thank you so much!! I had so much fun animating for once! Stinkiest mop sending his not really kind of ex-gf to the doom dimension <3!!