#ahh..... so much work.....

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

not much from me tonight because i’m doing some writing but:

you walking over to Foul Legacy and flopping onto his chest, exhausted after several hours of work, only wanting to lay down and cuddle with your favorite Abyss moth monster. he yelps in surprise when you collapse on top of him and squish your cheek against his lavender fluff, letting out a tired sigh of relief, and his claws hover over your body before tentatively lowering to hold your back, lightly dragging them up and down your spine.

with a sleepy mumble you simply snuggle closer, burrowing your face into his soft fur, and Childe can’t help but let out a low, loving croon as you try to get as close to him as possible. your eyes begin to drift shut as you feel your tense muscles relax and unwind, one of your hands searching until you’re able to curl your fingers around Childe’s talons, the others gently petting the top of your head. some soft lullaby drifts through the air, tones growling but sweet, and you bring his claws towards you for a drowsy kiss before you finally drift into sleep.

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[zebratimw]

"All those empty rooms

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else

Instead, I made a bed with apathy

My heart knew the weight

Ten years worth of dust and neglect

We made our peace with weariness and let it be..."

(Song: The Moon will Sing by the Crane Wives)

[dreamdripdistance]

✦ the most consistent part of this life, is that the sun will always rise and there's stars in the night ✦ (the reverse)

[saturnvs]

borrowed my mom’s neopastels and scribbled in my sketchbook 💫

[snoffart]

🪩MY DISCO DAYS ARE OVER🪩

[screwpinecaprice]

A super quick connverse before work!

[sainz100]

2024 Abu Dhabi GP

[malignedaffairs]

The anchor ring that houses the base

[sysig]

For Requestober No.2

What about Handplates Gaster and Papyrus trying hard to have a bonding activity and Sans just chilling behind them eating popcorns...?

👉🏻👈🏻

Day 14 - He's supervising

[rhilumi]

autistic!Tim, freshly 18 years old, trying to do the whole public persona, big speech thing after getting officially inducted as CEO for wayne enterprises.

Full disclosure this is just Tim having a meltdown.

Everything feels like it's been dialled up to 110%, sweat is dripping through the impermeable barrier that the ten layers of deodorant were meant to be, the tuxedo is scratching and biting at Tim's skin and he is just barely keeping this in control. It's all locked up in a jar that must absolutely in no circumstances bother him. He's been through worse as Robin, as Red Robin, he's trained to ignore distractions. But, all the same, the chandelier is piercing it's way into his eyes, single handedly banging at his head.

With a deep breath, Tim attempts to recount the speech he had down pat the night before and finds he can't. The words fall short, decaying with each second that passes. Sweat drips down the back of his neck, doing nothing to cool down the hot lightheadedness.

Trembling, Tim begins to make his way to the bathrooms, desperate to at least wipe off some sweat. Heat rests on his shoulder as he reaches for the door, looking up he's met with the concerned eyes of an angel. Or, more accurately Bernard Dowd. The blonde puts an arm around him and says something that Tim hears but doesn't comprehend. Sure he said, "Are you okay?" but what does that mean? How does Tim respond to that?

Tears jerk out, only serving to add to the ringing swirl of light-heavy-hurt-ache. Prying open his eyes he hadn't even realised he'd screwed shut, revealed he was in the corner of an extravagant bathroom. Thankfully with ambient lighting that was just dark enough it didn't bore a hole directly through Tim's skull. The blonde - no his blonde boy is still talking, trying desperately to get through to Tim, the words ring and echo in his head but make no effort to stick.

Bernard shouldn't be here, he should be out enjoying the party, making good use of the champagne, judging the food. Not here, watching as Tim bawls over nothing.

"I'm sorry," Tim babbles, he was ruining everything, "'m sorry."

The pretty face in front of him departs after muttering something along the lines of there being nothing to be sorry about (A blatant lie, Tim was being pathetic - he isn't meant to act so childish, throwing a tantrum over nothing).

Coldness breaks through some of the mist, as a cool glass is placed against his lips. The temperature takes his mind into reality for him long enough to hear a command to drink. So, drink he does, starting with a sip. A singular sip awakens him, he feels as if he hasn't drunk in years, as if he's crawling over the desert like a lost traveller. Like an omen to the traveller, a voice registers in his head.

"C'mon, In, two, three, four, you're doing so well," following the instructions, Tim struggles to take a shaky breath in, "hold, two three four. Out, two, three, four. Doesn't that feel better." A shaky nod

"Let's go again," the process repeats until Tim notices where the guidance is coming from. Once more, the mist dissipates. And again, the shaking is reduced, he chokes out one last sob.

Watery blue locks with shining brown, with a trembling sigh, Tim rests his head on Bernard's chest, the blonde boy's arms following suit.

"We can stay here as long as you need, we can leave if you want," hastily, Tim shakes his head. He needs to do this.

"I love you. So much," is all Tim responds.

[thedeadthree]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ➸ irulanne . the rook .

𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 . 𝐄𝐋𝐅 . 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 .

-`. template by @kanos . coloring . icons .

✧ ― 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (ask to be added or removed or interact 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!!):

@pavus, @wlwaerith, @shadowsofrose, @grapecaseschoices, @nokstella

@queennymeria, @risingsh0t, @carrionsflower, @leviiackrman, @griffin-wood

@confidentandgood, @aceghosts, @tommyarashikage, @shadowglens, @yharnams

@anoras, @theelderhazelnut, @florbelles, @celticwoman, @pinkfey

@kyberinfinitygems, @cloudofbutterflies92, @carlosoliveiraa, @shellibisshe, @adelaidedrubman

@lavampira, @capelizabeth, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @statichvm, @unholymilf

@aezyrraeshh, @imogenkol, @aceghosts, @full---ofstarlight, @ellierenae

[caliburn-not-calculator]

RWDtober Prompts!

We’ve done this before so I thought it might be fun to bring it back another year! So, here’s a prompt a day for October, for you to use as inspiration for any form or art or content you wish. This year the prompts are based on C2/Sigil, but you can create for any campaign, oneshot, au, or other.

This isn’t a proper event, so no rules or restrictions apply, just have fun with it in anyway you like!

Plus some bonus, slightly more C1 focused but equally applicable extra prompts, in case any of the above don’t take your fancy. There’s a couple up there I wish I’d changed by I really can be bothered now… rip

Alt text with all prompts under the cut

Open

Jink

Charm

Hive

Business Card

Song

Shadow

Peak

Mimic

Sword

Berk

Insight

Contact

Lost

Heal

Petitioner

Bar

Portal

Disguise

Office

Rat

Cagestruck

Knight

Flower

Market

Snakespeare

Ooze

Trial

Critical

Celestial

Shut

Bonus Prompts:

Weave, Artifice, Dream, Cook, Imprison, Ring

[l05tl1ght]

Happy late birthday Zhongli!💙💝🎉

🫧

[magnolia-sunrise]

what have you gotten yourself into, lover mine?

~

my homage to the history of homoerotic depictions of St. Sebastian, featuring none other than Bastien <3 this piece is inspired specifically by depictions from Guido Reni and Roberto Ferri, as well as James Clifton's paper on "The Erotics of the Axillary Pose"

[seagull-scribbles]

I want you to tell ‘em that you love the way that they don’t stick out like sore middle fingers

[Continuation of this]