#and it stuck with me all these years

[vodika-vibes]

Fox & Yuu just being together is pure sunshine ☀️

They are~

He loves them so much. And they love him just as much. Fox's brothers must give him so much shit about it too.

"So," Wolffe drawls with a shit eating grin on his face as he leans across the table to stare at his twin, "Yuu." Fox sighs and downs his entire drink, "I'm not having this conversation." "You absolutely are," Cody adds as he flings his arm, roughly, around his neck, "I can't believe that you defected for a pretty person." "I will pay you to not have this conversation." Fox says bluntly. "Mm. Not going to happen." Wolffe replies, "Come on, vod. Walk us through it. Why them?" "...they're kind." "Bullshit." "I'm being honest." Wolffe pulls back and stares at him for a moment, "Huh. You really are. You fell for her—them, sorry—because they're kind?" Fox frowns at his twin, "They want to make the galaxy a better place for the clones. There aren't many people who would do that, Wolffe. And you know it." "Well then, I'd like to get to know them." "Beg pardon?" "If they're so important to you, then I want to get to know them." Fox just sighs, "Fine. But it's up to Yuu, not you."

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[lucabyte]

monologue

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't Wormy About Me.

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[clockworkmori]

neil "you know, I get it" josten.

(guess who's so deep in the aftg trenches that I was compelled to draw this by a force beyond my control and comprehension!!)

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[yourleftpinkytoe-blog]

Baby’s first fanart :)

[sol-insidious]

"The strongest stars have hearts of kyber"

[dreamydelite]

wishing you were here

inspired by canonkiller

[hinamie]

can't believe im saying this but long time no megumi

[egophiliac]

I love your take on Crowley!

I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?

I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.

thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.

that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...

[aro-aizawa]

i like to think everyone has a colour associated with them, whether its just your fave colour or what you generally wear most of or what colour your bedroom walls are. i always associate the name sophie with dark blue, my mum is always a nice turquoise, i like to think my colour is a bright sunflower yellow.

if you have a specific shade pls tell me i adore when ppl have associated colours and tell me them, bc i think of them when i see that colour

[nashvillethotchicken]

I truly feel so bad for Louis in s2 like imagine trying to have a hot girl summer in Paris after leaving your abusive man and here comes another one of them hitching himself to your wagon. Tryna be a hoe and a man with 39 racist evil roommates that hate you, a credit score of 3, and multiple abuse allegations is trying to tie you down when he can't even stay the night cus his roommates, that hes literally the boss of, will be mad at him like I'd be sick 😫

[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[p4nishers]

there's something i need to say and yall can boo me for it but deep in my heart i'll always know i'm correct: crowley already forgave aziraphale. like already would take him back at one flutter of his eyelashes. that's all.

[badlydrawnronpa]

Have you ever read homestuck? Because i love that your art style is similar to homestuck but with danganronpa characters (idk if whatever i said has sense)