#Self indulgence! Yippee!

[thunderbottle]

thank the earth and all the stars for trans lesbian sex

[just-a-silent-sorcerer]

Was practicing poses but it turned into a desperate beg for certain demon cat to not kill him

[beneathsilverstars]

My @isat-secretsanta-2024 gift for @pillowspace!! They said they’re fascinated by secret research lab AUs, and, in a case of incredible serendipity, that’s been my favorite trope since I was like 8 years old. So I may have gotten possessed and spent three weeks straight worldbuilding a whole entire thing.

So! This comic is my gift for Pillow, but I’m planning to write a fic set in the same AU eventually, titled Desperate Measures. It will take place in a modern day Vaugarde and focus on Odile, Loop, and Siffrin, alongside other more-or-less-familiar faces. And by “eventually” I mean this is now my highest priority project, but it’s big enough that it may be a couple months till I have anything else to show!

Journal transcript under the cut:

wavelength of 690nm, which means it would activate L cones nearly exclusively. If we're correct in our mapping of wavelength combinations to color terms in historical documents, then this would be considered a shade of "red".

I still don't know if I believe it. It seems fantastical, like I've become a character in a children's story, chosen to leave behind the world of the mundane and enter a realm of magic. Or like this is all a dream, and as soon as I'm about to see the shade my brain will realize it doesn't actually know how to show me something I've never seen before, so it'll put me in front of a full auditorium instead; and then I'll forget how to speak Vaugardian, or realize I'm not wearing any pants, or both, and then I'll wake with a start back in Ka Bue.

But however strange it seems, I can't think of any reason they'd have to lie about it. Why else all the NDAs? Why else contact me? So I must assume that it's true. That after years of trying to solve humanity's loss of color vision — a project that began long before I joined it, and that I expected to continue long past my time — I am about to simply be shown a perceivable color. That's the strangest part, really; that this breakthrough isn't related to the mechanisms of sight, but rather, the thing seen.

14/1/29

I thought perhaps they'd synthesized it somehow. Stumbled upon the correct combination of chemicals by accident. Maybe even invented a new sort of craft.

I didn't expect their source of red to be alive.

[mosaickiwi]

Patience

hi i really like this post so i wrote it!!! (my hobbies include robbing sai)

warning: Angel coming down from a panic/anxiety attack while Ren waits in da hallway. Also a little self loathing if u squint?

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

The tightness in your chest was finally waning. You took a deep breath—the easiest one you'd had in what seemed like hours. 

It felt cold on the floor now. Or maybe it'd been like that since the moment you locked yourself in. But you were more aware of it, at least. You leaned back against the wall with a sigh, closing your puffy eyes. Though your hand trembled, you gently rapped your knuckles on the marble flooring.

A faint knock on the door to your right came in response.

[REDACTED] had been there the whole time while you cried. They never said a word, but always answered you in some form. I'm here.

Vulnerability was shameful according to the voice in your head. You were making gradual progress to get rid of that voice, to give yourself the grace you gave others to seek comfort when needed. And if he couldn't see you, letting it all out didn't feel so bad. All you needed was to know that they were close by.

You tried to speak and only managed to throw yourself into a coughing fit from how raw your throat was. Hunching over with your head on your knees, you could only wait until it was over. There were hurried footsteps from the other side of the door that you barely heard over the haggard sounds.

This time, they reached out first. It wasn't a knock like usual, but your phone vibrating atop the marble. You felt around on the floor until it was within your grasp. The simple message on screen turned clear as you gently wiped at your eyes, still blurry from earlier.

water?

Despite your exhaustion, you laughed, then silently winced at the slight pain it caused. Any help or care he could offer was always within seconds when it came to you. 

It took you a few measured breaths to gather yourself enough to unlock the door. Along with a thin line of light, a water bottle slid through the small gap, only the tips of his scarred fingers coming into view before they disappeared altogether. You opened the door a little wider and tilted your head to peek out at him.

His dark mess of hair greeted you, rather than his face. [REDACTED] was sitting on the floor, almost the same as you were minutes ago with his back to the wall, knees bent and arms crossed over them. They made sure to keep their head turned away. He knew you didn’t want anyone to see you like this.

You stretched out into the hallway to touch his shoulder. It was the only way you thought to offer some form of a thank you in the moment. Their muscles flexed and shifted under your fingers, but otherwise, they didn’t acknowledge you.

The room seemed stuffy now, so you kept the door open just a crack for a little fresh air. You scooted back to your place beside the door, then slowly drank the water in peaceful silence, the man that sat still as a statue within arms reach at the corner of your vision. Everything still ached in some way from the crying session. But it wasn’t as long as usual. You tapped on the floor and watched him.

Through the space no bigger than your pinky finger, you saw your partner immediately put one hand to the wall, and knock back.

[cconfusedkat]

Finally ,,, more proper Sozo ref without a bunch of text (<- very guilty of that)

Anyways ,, I've been Very normal about him the past few days (i blame blahaj)

For when hes able to recover ++ heal , he actually becomes the cult's doctor after quite some time ,, from being Hubre's (follower oc) assistant to having her be Sozo's assistant is rlly funny to me with the switchup sksksks

The switch up between clothes was smth i wanted to enuciate too—yellow and pink hues rather than a continous theme of blue and red hues,, i wanted to show that Sozo has moved on past the infection / addiction ,, he's definitely gotten better mentally with getting back into doctor stuff ++ archeology c: he never plans on running a cult again cuz hes afraid of losing his mind again

Now for height comparison of followers;

Leshy thought he was the tallest of the cult! Not after sozo arrived 😭 . Sozo is freakishly tall all cuz of genetics ,, his family members were WAY taller than him,, so seeing people this short ++ below him came off as a surprise cuz /sozo/ was the one who was short in the family

Okay thats all i can think of for now i think?? Im happy with his redesign nd being able to redo his color palette C:

TIL NEXT TIME 🫡🫡🫡 I rlly wanna draw some more sozolamb stuff so be on the lookout bc their relationship is my favorite thing Ever as of recent AAAAAA💥💥💥

[bloody-bonesaw]

Heavy weapons guy turtleneck indulgence

[aviomons]

i swear, i swear

[fishyfarms]

Harvey’s first visit to the farm.

[karda]

fursonnaaaa yippee!

[love0dragon]

🩷He doesn't really like coffee..💜

I have been kinda having art block lately and also wanting to draw my sona more so I decided to push through and made this! The composition is okay but I still had fun with it. I've wanted to draw my sona with the Smg4 cast for awhile but was kinda nervous to, but seeing others draw their OCS and sonas with the crew gave me the courage to try! Maybe even a little bit of self shipping here to be silly :3 either way I just love drawing wholesome stuff and I think my sona is cute and I love him 🩷🩷🩷

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[messyvanity92]

Law x Reader with Migraines

I imagine your shared room to be dark, quiet, and cool.  nice bed, sheets and blankets

Over the time he starts to notice changes before a migraines and learns your triggers

Goes to a different part of the ship to study while you lay down to rest when you need to

Peeks time to time to see if you need something

Gives you water and some snack if you been resting for a while

If it helps, he gives you a head massage 

As I said before i don’t think he uses things with strong scents, so you don’t have to worry about a headache when he goes to bed

comforts you if you’re disappointed that you two had plans together but canceled

Kisses your temple when he passed by and you’re asleep

[sharffffff]

Every moment that passed, every second that was spent looking at 4C, at his carefree smile, listening to his cheerful laughter and discussions of tomorrow was like torture to Sty. He couldn't believe that slime would talk so casually about abandoning him, abandoning all of the pirates, his newfound family, and taking his life just for what? For some sick joke? Some excuse at entertainment? Just to be a ghost and have a chance to come back - a chance so impossibly slim that it would be a miracle? Why, why couldn't he just stay alive? Why couldn't he stay with them, keep building the ship, keep with their plans, keep with their team - and not do some stupid trick which would end with dying in the most dumb way possible? Why would he treat death as a joke and not something serious, not something final, not something Sty could not see him go through? Why couldn't he just… hear him out? Why couldn't he listen to what other people tried telling him, for once? Why couldn't he understand just how much he would be missed?

No matter how much Sty kept asking 4C to rethink it, to please not die, to please stay alive - for pirates, for him, - that he wouldn't be able to keep going with 4C gone for good, the blue slime kept dismissing it with a laugh or a smile or just silence. And hell, Sty wanted to hate him for that so much. It would be easier to see him die if he hated him - at least it wouldn't be so painful, at least it wouldn’t be so devastating, at least it would fail to ruin Sty’s life when 4C’s plan to end his own is done. But hate never came. Sty cared too much about every pirate, and he cared too much about 4C to ever be able to hate him, and he hated his inability to hate. What wouldn't he give to make 4C change his course, and he refused to believe that he would actually follow through with his plans. Sty refused to believe, but he knew it would happen. And it hurt the most, that his closest friend wouldn't try living even if it meant hurting everyone who ever cared about him. All for some bit, just to end this arc of his life with a bang. God, he wanted to hate him so much.

What hurt even more was others starting to accept 4C’s death before he even did it. Luanne stopped trying to persuade him to live, Apo encouraged him to make the death more entertaining, even Lincu helped 4C prepare for his final deeds - and Sty couldn't understand why. Why, why would they ever accept him dooming himself? Why would they allow him to go through with this stupid plan? Sty didn't get it, Sty hated not getting it, and Sty hated the very idea that 4C might be gone in just a few days. He couldn't bear the thought of seeing him gone. God, it hurt so much.

“Why do you have to go? Why do you have to leave me?” Sty’s voice was shaking as he asked this question. It wasn't the first time he had asked it, but as both of them looked towards the sun rising over their cove, he felt like 4C would answer truthfully, for once.

4C turned away from the rising sun after a long second, taking a look at Sty, as if seeing him for the first time in a while, and tilted his head slightly, as if thinking over the answer. Usually he just answered with a quip without a second thought, so him pausing only confirmed Sty’s worst fears - it was close. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow - but 4C was going to do it soon. It was terrifying to realize this fact.

“Death is inevitable,” he shrugged, “especially in a world such as this. Would I really be experiencing it fully if I hadn't become a ghost at least once? If I hadn't died at least once? I died before, in other worlds, but never a death as final as this. And I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't die in such a world. Too much wasted potential.”

As rational as 4C tried to sound, it didn't make sense to Sty. Nothing about this made sense, and it only made Sty more mad. What other worlds? What death that wasn't as final? He tried to understand, he tried to at least pretend to understand, because he felt like 4C wasn't lying, but it just wasn't making sense, and it was making Sty desperate.

“But why? Why now? Why so soon? Why can't you wait until this world is close to its doom? You could still be a ghost then, but stay with us for that much longer! Please, 4C. Please don't die.” Sty saw 4C flinch a little at him asking him to stay alive, but as much as he regretted it when the slime had finally opened up, he really didn't want to lose him. He couldn't bear losing him.

“It's easier to die early on. Less things weighing you down, more chances to come back. To experience everything, I would have to experience revival - and the sooner I die, the more chances I’ll get, isn't it right?” 4C smiled, and for the first time in a while, this smile actually brought some relief to Sty. He wasn't planning to just die. He was planning to come back. He would be back. He would be back! He had to be back. Sty needed him to do everything in his power to come back - he needed him back at all and any cost. But he wasn't planning to stay a ghost forever! This was the best thing Sty could've heard from this conversation - because he knew he wasn't going to ever hear 4C changing his mind.

“You have to promise to come back. Please, promise me. Promise you will come back.” Sty grabbed 4C’s shoulders and turned him towards him, staring right into the slime’s unblinking black inkpools of the eyes as he said that. He wasn't going to let go until he got that promise, and his desperate grip onto 4C’s arms made it very clear.

“Sty, I promise. Once I’m ready, I will do everything in my power to come back. Whatever it takes.” 4C nodded and got out of Sty’s grasp, before letting out a brief laugh and patting Sty on the head - something he knew Sty hated, but for whatever reason he was okay with it right now. It could be the last time 4C has a chance to do it, and there was something comforting about it. “I promise I’ll come back.”

Sty sighed heavily, but the burden on his heart felt lighter. Maybe this wasn't the end of the world. Maybe things would turn for the better, once 4C decides to come back. Maybe having to watch his best friend die in front of his eyes would be just a tinge less devastating than before.

But patting on the head had to stop. It started becoming annoying again, and Sty knew just the way to retaliate - pat him back. “Oh, you better come back!” He exclaimed, letting his hand tousle the slime’s “hair”, instantly starting a usual playfight. Everything was back to normal - but a tinge of sadness lingered in the air.

The performance was more torturous than Sty ever expected, and each time 4C got hurt, he flinched more and more, feeling something snap inside him every time. He had a plan for this performance, because despite their conversation, Sty wasn't going to let 4C just end his own life like that. No, no, he would still let him die - he knew there was no stopping this slime once he started, and he believed in his promise to find a way to come back - but he wasn't going to let some random dolphin or, even worse, a cactus, claim 4C’s life. If 4C was going to die, it would only happen one way - by his hand, by his dagger taking the last of his life, with 4C’s death tainting Sty forever, linking them together through the bond of the killer and the killed. 4C would die, and Sty’s emblem would turn yellow, and that was that.

And so Sty waited, and waited, and calculated each bit of damage 4C took, waiting for his moment to enter the stage. He hid behind the curtains, waiting for the slime to jump out towards the cactus to take that final blow - but instead 4C found Sty and his dagger, digging straight into 4C’s heart. The look of surprise and shock on the slime’s face quickly gave way to a wide grin, and he sank deeper onto the dagger, deeper into Sty’s hands, life quickly draining from his eyes. His last breath, his last words were so quiet, Sty thought he had imagined them, but they kept ringing in his ears as the blood dripped down the dagger’s hilt and down his arms, coating his clothes in dark blue and his emblem slowly turning bright yellow, like the shining sun.

Sty kept clutching onto the knife and onto 4C’s body as others tried to pry them from his hands, still trying to fully process what he had just done. He didn know why he had done it, he didn't know what came over him, but he knew it had to be him. And yet 4C’s words kept ringing in his mind, as loud now as quiet they were when he said them.

“I knew you had it in you.”

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

A Union Without Unions

Summary: It’s a joyous day in the history of Scala ad Caelum—Ephemer is getting married! But with his most dearest friends markedly absent, he has a lot of wedding blues to sort through.

(One-shot. Continuation/sequel to Objects of Affection & Part III of Overmorrow: The Founder’s Story series)

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[averlym]

ghostwriter (their grandma would tell them she'd lose half her soul)

[cconfusedkat]

HI I FINISHED THEM!!! I wanted to make a re do because of how Majorly different the last one was... I felt bored so I focused on this all day 🕺 adding color was really fun

[misiahasahardname]

the public said i should draw myself something self indulgent so here it is!

came out kinda ass but hey, the point wasn’t for it to look good. this is kinda like a birthday present for myself :]