#and I’ve never been happier?

[likesummerrainn]

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[silfraen]

I love her so much I hope she burns

[femmefruit]

“i don’t know, it might be too big” masc x “please please pleeeeease make it fit” femme

[indigo-flowers09]

i figured that, since it’s the holiday season cough cough pretty much christmas cough that i should make some fanart, mayhaps as gifts? for some of my favorite artists here on tumblr :]

i drew martlet and clover inspired by @darlie-charlie ‘s lovely art, silly staroba shirts inspired by @iilmunchkiin , @orilimbs horrortale yellow Clover, @northstarscowboyhat ‘s Lucky!Clover, and my favorite little siblings by @delta-drawsarts >c< they have a grip on my soul

now this of course doesn’t include everyone, just some standouts in my mind! honorable mentions go to @its-so-clover , @soul-of-justice--uty , @rainbowscones i love y’all are your art so much

gosh there’s just so many talented and lovely people here, i’m so happy to find a community of kind people who also love uty :] i wish everyone who sees this wonderful holidays and thanks to everyone who sees what i post for letting me share what i love most in the world

[ifyoucandaniel]

ARIK DONT CLICK

spoilers for “life happens” by @cdelphiki

when leaving kudos isn’t enough so you have to hand bind your favorite fic and annotate it for your friend to read because nothing will make you feel the way That One Fic did

(yes i made kudo stickers so that i could literally leave kudos on my favorite chapters and there’s no limit to how many kudos i can leave on the fic now )

[door]

🚨ALERT🚨

ted has situated herself precisely atop my great-aunt’s pillow I REPEAT THE TINY CAT IS ON THE TINY PILLOW

she’s a perfect fit 😭

[skelecentral]

Day 26 of bad Sansuary (hosted by @owl-bones!): pajamas

He’s too chisp-drunk to notice you leave him alone

[brotherscain]

girl you live like this? <3 i support it

[nortyourself]

Don’t you want to become a cult leader?

Since the death of god, there’s been a vacancy open.

You can fill that void.

[quirinah]

(guy who totally didn’t forget about posting) 6nen sukeban paro 😁👍

[ruthytwoshakes]

! ,,,,,. I pledge allegiance to the unit3d stares of SWAGmerica 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 and to the AUTISM for wich it stands 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 one nation under TWO FORRT 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 invisible, with MAN BOOBIES and GAMING for ALLL BABEEEYYEY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Made a thing in toonsquid yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Im practicing for a secret special project that might come out on Halloween if I manage my time correctly!!!!! (It’ll be so swag and SPOOOOKAAAYYYYYY)

[shokupanko]

First Fukase Friday of 2024! This one took 5hrs lol I wanna to be so extra (─‿─)

[loserartists]

[!!Trigger Warning Fake Knives and slight Fake Blood!!] idk how tumblr works

Yeah the brainworm is too deep and so I had to make an oc to ship with Kit so he can have hugs and feel loved and be appreciated for once in his life.

Darcelle/Darce/Darci

Stupid girl who likes to collect rocks and knives idk she wants to be a professional tattoo artist and peircer

My attempt at drawing her in the Jcvtu artstyle idk

They are a very random pairing and her personality kinda is giving off-brand alternative-fashion Jentry but idfc this is my dorky lil fanfic in my brain I can do whatever I want

[passingnights]

A right hand man. A trusty sword. A friend.

Deli finds comfort in his new acquaintance. Colin Provolone is a sturdy and simple man— quick and skilled in battle, a loyal and reliable in service, and also a good friend. Deli, with boyhood now smudged against the edges of his face, grows into his position of The Meat Lands.

Colin keeps the promise he made years ago to a disgruntled mother in the corner of an expansive hall in Comida. He listens and enacts the advises and discussions made for the benefit of this land far from home. He keeps guard and wrestles the yawns that strangle his throat and eyes as politics are discussed. All standing, never leaving, the right hand of Deli.

Colin watches Deli through the days, this leader guided with a willpower of steel, the love and dedication to the unification of his home watering his quick growth and maturation. Two years and Deli had become a fearsome, confident and ambitious young man.

Then Deli lies a gift upon his shoulders— Skald Colin Provolone, meaning poet (sing the songs of heroes, be my witness, carve my name into history, approve of my works).

And when Deli uses this title, Colin doesn’t question. He only grips his sword tighter, stands straighter, observes steadier. Deli’s sword and shield. His skald, his poet.

And at night he meets a softer, kinder Deli. They sit on the edge of Deli’s bed, talking and laughing about smaller matters. Sweeter things, like childhood and gossip that whisper down the hallways. He watched Deli’s expressions pour out, an innocence that splays across his face. He finds delight in those times, a remedy for a past he tries to forget. Light laughter, “simple is always how we’ve kept things”, and drunkenness fills the air between the two.

Two quiet years. Then comes blood.

And blood and blood pours from a carriage and drips, viscous, hot and real from hands and blades.

A quiet shatter in friendship. A trusty sword clanks at the feet of Deli and the familiar, light scent of cheese drifts far away from the house.

For the first time in two years, Deli is alone. A void renders behind him where his skald, his poet, would be standing.

And then five years pass and Colin sees Deli again. Scars rip at his face and he explains in whispers the ambush which landed him with it. Colin examines Deli’s face and finds little. A hardened and rough man. Colin thinks Deli resembles his mother.

Colin thinks about how he might’ve been able to prevent it, how he would’ve kept his promise, how he would have been able to protect him or die trying. Deli’s sword and shield, his skald, his poet.

There, Colin watches Karna die and the light leave Deli’s eyes. He watches the replaced Skald (and he thinks about the way Deli reached out to her with this title that fit her so effortlessly) shredded into a million pieces and he hears something in Deli die along with it.

This time Colin saves him. He nurses his old friend to stability and yet the “yeah, we’ll talk later” never comes as he watches Deli walk off into the sunset, now a man that would never be the boy, the friend Colin knew five years ago. A man with a cold and lifeless portrait, his soft edges ragged and a heart half rotten.

A sword. A shield. A skald, a poet. Colin keeps a promise to a mother and son made seven years ago. A protector, dedicated and loyal. He swings his sword quietly, precisely, dangerously against the ones who killed all his friends, dead or alive. Colin Provolone, sole survivor of the Saprophus, the poet of dead heroes.

The Rook’s exchange.

[h20]

yep. worth it

[dearabsolutelynoone]

The Viscount & Viscountess Bridgerton

Bridgerton (2020~)