#and also so apologetic

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

OH MY GOD I have a delicious angst idea concerning Immortal! FL and Soulmate AU (technically hurt comfort so even better)

Long after Legacy's soulmate has passed away, he still stares at the faded name written across his arm, longing for someone that cannot come back to him.

So when another name randomly pops up, centuries after his soulmate's death, he is livid at celestia. Are they trying to console an unholy creature plagued with immortality by giving him another soulmate? Really? It seems like a cruel joke. It seems like celestia is taunting him, giving him a stranger to replace the love of his life, like giving a kid a toy to distract them from throwing a tantrum. He doesn't like that. Oh, he doesn't like that, deep within grief even after so long.

So he isolates himself, deep within a place no mortal can reach. He never seeks them out. Not that name, nor the second, nor the following that pop up whenever the most recent one has turned gray and faded. He stares at his body, littered with names long gone unreadable under his armor, and he curses celestia.

It takes him a long time to realise that each name marked on his body is a reincarnation of his soulmate, endlessly searching for the same name written in abyssal script, seeking the figure that appears every time they close their eyes. It isn't until the nth reincarnation that they manage to venture into the abyss themselves without perishing.

And he finds the same face before him, vividly awakening memories he has stewed in by himself for nearly a millennium.

(Does he try to attack them, blinded by grief and rage at celestia still, thinking its another way to mock him? Does he stagger backwards, horrified with himself when you call out his name again in that same frightened tone usually reserved for fear? Does he cry out, cradling your injured body, trying to undo what he has done? Do they perish once again by his hand or do they survive?)

:)

ohhhghghhh you are EVIL for doing this to me. EVIL!!!!! but i loooooove it >:)

there's been a hole in your heart ever since you were born. that's not to say that you couldn't love- you can and will, with great effect; you adore all your friends and take great joy in making them happy. but there's this constant feeling of emptiness in your chest, like you lost something precious ages ago; it never goes away no matter what you do, and that's not even mentioning the name of your supposed soulmate on your arm, written in a language no one has seen and faded gray as dust. you've taken to covering it up when you're out and about, sick of the strangers who tut and give you pitying looks or suddenly begin spouting love advice when you've never even spoken to them. it's a nuisance- a painful, hollow nuisance of impossibility

your soulmate's name has done one good thing for you, though- driven your interest in lost languages and ruins, of the civilizations that came before. some folks tell you to stay away from such topics, that the knowledge was lost for a reason, and that it's really none of your business... but you've never been the type to leave a mystery unsolved. using the name scrawled across your arm as a reference, you find yourself venturing down, down, down, until you finally take the leap and descend beneath Teyvat. it becomes more and more difficult to breathe the deeper you go, the cold stars that appear on the cliffs and rock doing nothing to light your way in the slightest

you can barely even inhale, letting out a few dry coughs as you press your back against the wall, vision blurry. your senses flicker and break like glass- a rumbling growl, a flash of silver, and a sudden, high-pitched shriek- before everything goes black

it's the bright, shining sun that wakes you up, only to quickly squeeze your eyes shut again when you're blinded by its light. you're in a cave- a cave on the surface of Teyvat, and you can breathe again. your chest still aches and your limbs are still heavy, but at least your lungs are clear of whatever miasma that settled there. you hear a soft trill and tilt your head, letting out an alarmed squeak when you come face-to-face with a monster. it's from the Abyss, no doubt, an intimidating figure of armor and claws and twin horns, crimson and pointed... yet you don't feel afraid. after the momentary surprise leaves you, the creature feels almost familiar, hunching in on itself with quiet whines and chirps. slowly you reach out a hand, then stop as something flashes on your skin. your soulmate's name, one gray and faded, now shines a brilliant silver like the stars themselves

the beast beside you lets out a chitter when it sees the name, scooting closer and holding out its own arm, and there- there! written in elegant script, in the same silver shade, is your own name, glowing on top of countless other old scribbles that you can't even read

you look up at the monster, meeting its crystalline gaze, and your heart finally feels whole

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[dailycupofcreativitea]

I went to a cafe that prints images on photos and got the blorbo printed 🥹🥹🥹

[infernal-lamb]

Draw Neves at the bar , trauma dumping to heket (she's the bartender)

HFSLKJGKDGJLJKLDS pls this is so funny to me. Neves is a mess when she's drunk. she is now Heket's burden....here she is telling a very silly story

[owlsie-hoot]

...very....stunning. (5.01)

[stuckinapril]

The whole “be responsible not for other people’s feelings but to them” distinction is so so true… at some point you need to realize that other people’s insecurities really are their responsibility & dimming or contorting yourself to make them feel better helps neither you nor them. Firstly, bc they need to realize what they’re doing and grow up. And secondly, bc you’re not just compromising on a one-time thing. You’re comprising on who you are as a person. I don’t want to look back when I’m older and stay stuck wishing I held my ground despite people’s projections or asserted my presence more or didn’t apologize so much for who I am. I really just want to own everything (the good and bad) & continue doing what makes me happy

[an-actual-floof]

forgot I sketched this the other day, I like their silly outfits

[jula483]

this is what i call ART

[archersartcorner]

Silly Spock and Saavik doodle… remembered I’ve held my nieces like this before and wanted to draw it with them ^u^

Bonus… he go faster!!!

[anistarrose]

SO as an aromantic villain liker, I have to admit that whether aro or not, there's something compelling about Philip perhaps clinging to Caleb in part because of an alienation from the Other way of acquiring a Good God-Loving Family in his day and age. because if Caleb spurns their witch hunting dreams to go fall in love with a witch that's a perceived betrayal to Philip on two fronts, the witch sympathizing and the abandoning Philip for romance. it's compelling in a "Belos selectively ignores all the norms of his own oppressive belief system that he spurns, when he could have easily found a home amongst the freaks if he let go of his hate" way. it's compelling in an "adds even more parallels to Lilith, who avoids following his path, and shows that people who start in a similar place, with both genuine flaws and genuine instances of being wronged by the world, the latter not entirely unrelated to aromanticism, are still able to find joy instead of hatred, because aromanticism is not a destiny to endlessly suffer nor a destiny to do evil" kind of way.

BUT. unfortunately. I've seen way too many posts that just spew garbage like "Belos is evil because he's incapable of love, obviously! and the heroes are good and moral and (cough) not subhuman (cough) because they actually love people 🥰," just total horseshit right at the intersection of aphobia and ableism. just a total admission that they don't think love can ever motivate people to hurt anyone, that they don't think they can hurt anyone they love and no one they love could really hurt them, that love is a get out of jail free card when doing harm while harm is a get banned from love and humanity permanently card, so. basically, we can't have nice things.

[spookygibberish]

Made a faintly insane list of of every animated movie I have good enough memories of to feel confident ranking, although some of them I would probably move around if I saw them more recently....

[chainslobber]

Well, this is certainly new LOL

Been drawing this comm for a client for about 2 days now and they literally stopped mid-convo after I sent a WIP, said 'um?' and I was like 'oh no, is something wrong? Do you want any corrections?" and they went 'no, I just now realized I commissioned the wrong person, you're not XYZ.'

[capricioussun]

As much as I like to be angsty and dramatic it's genuinely sooo fun to portray the uf brothers as being really over the top and cartoonishly villainous. Someone calls Papyrus vile and he does the papyrus sparkly eye thing like "do you really mean that? 🥺💗❕" Sans pranking people in very stupid but genuinely annoying ways, like putting joy buzzers that actually hurt where people would least expect them. Ultimately harmless but kind of menaces all the same

[brodorokihousuke]

Talking about my old horrible fanfiction made me think about how many characters I’ve created out of apollo and I made a phylogenetic tree out of them all

Some notes under the cut because this might as well be hieroglyphics to everyone but me

Since I hyperfocus on bandaged Apollo & have a lot of unique headcanons for him + post-DD him I consider him separate from “normal” Apollo in this case.

“What Luck” is a WIP I’m working on right now.

“Hell’s Casino” was a tumblr-discord RP group I was involved in for two ish years. I started out playing DD Apollo, but progressively beat him up to the point he became a unique character (I’d gladly go into detail about the wack-ass things that happened there).

“The Old Hunt” is a story that splintered off of the above, and started off as essentially a medieval AA AU made by @etacorvus . Because my beat-up Hell’s Casino Apollo was added into it and an Apollo already existed in the AU, there were two of them… they hated one another, and got into a fistfight at least once. The account above is inactive but has some art for it hidden within.

After a while we realized that having AA characters running around was more of a hindrance than anything, so Apollo 1 and Apollo 2 became Bran and Betram (twins). They’re currently still in use.

As for the archaic group, dragon au is self explanatory, and I’ve talked about Aclay. Chase, as far as I’m aware, was supposed to be Apollo’s brother or something, but all I know about him comes from a single saved drawing from like… 2017…

[lexkent]

30th birthday ended with me crying alone, cold, hungry, and scared because my phone died so I couldn't call an uber to get home from the beach and it was getting dark and my friend who was supposed to meet me hours earlier for a birthday beach day and give me a ride home afterwards didn't show up until 8pm. And when she arrived, she tried making me feel bad when I expressed how hurt I was.

[appallinnballin]

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