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[hierocherry]

not immune to gay knights

[hoppips]

there is no logic in this

[binksart]

THE DAY YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!! IT'S HERE!!!!!!!!

Thespius Green: A Fashion Zine is now available...

free to view here in Canva,

and free to download here on itch.io!

Special shoutout to @scribblelimbo for all his incredible help and wisdom in making & formatting & publishing the zine, to @jathis for all their wonderful support throughout this process spreading the word and gathering submissions, and to EVERYBODY who submitted their artwork! You made this community project possible!

Also a wild coincidence, but happy birthday to Yugo Limbo!! wow!!!!!!

Thank you SO SO MUCH to everyone that participated!!! please check out the credits below :]

@treefory, @wishgraanted, @brainman1987, @fr00t-snacc, @sweetberry-roebuck, @theyouthjester, @modmad, @determunition, @bluedendroica, @upperstories, @maarshmint, @cheveronya, @payasita, @tazeralien, @superyokaigamer, @organchaos, @zooterscooter, @hug-monster, @dendixia, @ejsmith145, @coffinshaped, @scribblelimbo, @toonilumi, @m-0-l-0-t-0-v, @beastwhimsy, @thegroveofgreatgods, @echobsilly, @zzapnel, @a-demifish, @voidedtea, @gwinver-art, @sunflower-dreamboat, @skettihair, @cozyghostly, @kovvskii, @mochis-hideout, @poke-a-dork, @taropancakesys, @artscheese, @blorpberry, @thehedgehogarts, @michaels-reality, @inspektalover, @tarot-the-silly-one, @citrussillies, @whirlwindwonderland, @alpoocka, @clickety-clacker, @voxymoxyboxy, @deedee-sunflowers, @voidvendetta, @octobobble, @malartsorte, @aroundclown2, @4cyberdreamz, @aces-and-ashes, @chirpy-chase, @gummyshork, @sootnuki, @plutoons, @orderforbrian, @soupsnspoons, @cyberscraps, @vintage-dummy, @pespillo, @amber-chickadee, @lizorbblizzorb, @souppotat, @nachogoobus

[obsob]

despite, despite, despite!!

[lil-lemon-snails]

decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<

[skadoodle-with-extra-ification]

Tango from @watcheraurora's fic: King's Tide!

HIGHLY recommend this fic!!! Honestly WatcherAurora is one of my favorite ranchers writers EVER!!!

Tango's showing off his amazing swimming skills for his pretty human lol wheeee backflips!

[calmparticles]

Happy new year 1997! 🎉🍾

I'm meaning. 2023.9999999999999999999!!!!!!! 🎉🍾

[sayurinn]

Got home from a party very drunk last night and somehow drew this 😭😭😭 I guess drunk drawings are sober headcanons so pls accept my Polnareff silly y2k earthtone fits :3 🤎⭐️

Also another version of pol’s shirt and divorce 😔💔 idk why I drew that😭😭😭😭 i think it’s from a Pinterest screenshot…

[otrtbs]

okay hi! hello everyone! yikes!

art heist, baby and tender curiosities, baby! have been taken down very briefly but please do not fret! i have every intention of uploading them again very soon. i have been dealing with people selling copies of art heist, baby! recently despite me asking 385845 times for people not to and despite me no longer allowing people to bind my fics. so i took the two works that people were selling down while i issued some cease and desist letters and made some more copyright infringement claims. but they'll be back up shortly as soon as all of this is resolved. it's nothing to stress over friends! <3

i will ask that you refrain from sharing the pdfs and things around unless you know and trust that the people you're giving the pdfs to won't open an etsy shop and start selling them for profit. at least till this is resolved. thanks!

[yangjeongin]

HYUNJIN BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN (2024):  ↘ D-DAY | HAPPY BIRTHDAY HWANG HYUNJIN❣️

[snoopyhq]

i literally love your writing sm omg,,

i was wondering if you could write viktor helping reader get over a bad breakup?

sorry if that's a little vague-

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ me and my head high, and my tears dry, get on without my my guy

type: viktor x reader (slight jayvik x reader if you want to squint, but this one is viktor centric 🐺)

summary: fic of viktor comforting reader after a bad breakup

word count: 1527

a/n: guys, you know what's crazy? i LITERALLY broke up with my ex recently, wow. this ask and my response is going to be bit personal to be quite honest with you guys 😭 i'm much better off, trust, but damn, it's still awful. i hope you're feeling better and finding all the little joys you deserve, tumblrina

Skip. Skip again. [2 seconds. no. skip]. Skip skip skipskipskip

Your finger mindlessly hit the button. No matter what song it was, your mind simply didn't care for it. Even if it was your carefully curated masterpiece of breakup songs-made just for the occasion-your heart just couldn't muster the energy. You were usually able to lose yourself in song. To ease your emotions into the carefully crafted motifs made through measures and lines.

Not today though.

When you think about Before, all you could feel was, well... nothing. There wasn't an ounce of sadness you could summon. That emptiness welling up inside you felt crushing, like being held beneath water and pushed further and further down at an agonizing pace.

The heaviness took its toll.

You had promised yourself that what happened that fateful day stayed between you two, and the ever faithful pages of your well-loved journal. No one else would be privy to the way your heart found a way to break into a million new fragments.

So far, it's worked.

You kept to your usual routine. You interacted with your friends, you kept up appearances, and made an effort to at least look like your life wasn't slowly losing color day by day. That didn't mean everyone was immune to the walls you were so good at putting up.

Jayce had been the first one to voice his suspicions out loud, to Viktor of course. He had expressed his concern for your wellbeing after you had spent an entire afternoon hardly responding, and only after multiple repeats of your name did you focus on any conversation directed at you. Viktor agreed, having observed that too.

You had unconsciously begun gravitating towards larger groups. You didn't give yourself moments alone with anyone. That would make it harder to pretend you were fully ok.

Jayce began giving you extra attention after he and Viktor reached the same consensus. Giving you more desk space, inviting you to sit with him, and bringing you food without you having asked. You were grateful, and made sure to tell him for every deed. Viktor was more subtle in his care, but his calming presence was there.

Waiting to walk with you out of the lab so you wouldn't be alone. Deliberately changing the music he usually played to songs he knew you liked. Leaving small, unsigned notes of encouragement around for you to find.

Everyone was so sweet, and you couldn't help but feel worse.

You weren't stupid. You figured out that they had figured out that there was something deeply wrong. You just didn't want them to ask. So, with that worry now in mind, you doubled your efforts to pass off as A-OK. You started joking around with Jayce more, and hovering over Viktor's shoulder to pester him while he worked on recording his notes for the day. He would grumble and bat at you, but it was half-hearted at best.

Viktor and Jayce would exchange small glances, subtle nods. They were both glad you were back.

Except you weren't.

You hadn't expected the radio to switch to Your Song. As the familiar chords progressed and the romantic lyrics played, everything you repressed for weeks finally came to the surface, gasping and clawing at your throat for air. You broke down completely, your body wracked with grief.

Your head fell forward on the wheel, and you had to resist the urge to scream until your throat and lungs collapsed.

Why did it, what went wrong, blame him, blame you, blame whoever and whatever, it happened anyways and there was nothing to be done now, it's OVER so why?

The parking lot was empty. That was the only tangible thought you could form, the truth a small comfort.

Except it wasn't.

The universe really thinks it's got jokes, huh?

His amber eyes were fixated on your vulnerable form. His brows furrowed, his mind already racing to figure out everything in front of him. There was no way this was a new, sudden bout of sorrow.

With his shoulders set, he picked up his brisk pace, not stopping until he was beside your car. He rapped on the window with his hands, startling you out of your misery.

At first, all you could do was stare. Curse your luck. Viktor was witnessing your breakdown in Real Time. Your face was streaked with tears and snot and probably some unholy mix of eyeliner and whatever remained of your carefully constructed look for the day. You rolled down the window.

"... 'Sup?" you croaked. It sounded just as pathetic as it felt.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

You unlocked the passenger door.

For a moment, there was only a long, tense silence. Finally, he broke it with a wordless hug. And gods above, did you need that. You knew he wasn't someone who freely gave away his touch, so you made sur to cherish this.

Wiping your eyes, you reached over and changed the music, raising the volume up until it was enough to shake your poor car. You didn't care.

Neither did Viktor. He would wait for you, until you were ready to say what you need.

"It's over," you finally blurted out, barely audible.

Viktor sighed, and lowered the music.

"We broke up," you said again.

Ah.

"I don't know. I think deep down, we always knew it was inevitable. I think I did, at least. Our goals were never going to align. I don't think he saw a future where I could fit, despite all the compromises I've made for him. Why did I let myself do that? For love?"

You laughed at that. It sounded so ridiculous when you voiced it plainly. No more justifying it to yourself for hours on end. Just you and Viktor, in the safety net of darkness your car provided, the treeline the audience to your eyes.

"Don't get me wrong. I did some damn awful things too. I let things drag on for much longer than they should've gone. I held out for nothing and all that did was make it worse. How could I have been so foolish? I used to think I was somehow above the petty strains of heartbreak. I mean! I read the books. I watched the shows. I observed and I listened and I took every damn precaution at every turn, and it still ended like that."

You took in a shuddering breath.

"In all my obsession with being prepared, I forgot to pay attention to the aftermath. I don't know how to heal. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I have tried so, so hard to find myself again after everything. And I'm reasoning it with the fact that my dopamine neurotransmitters have conditioned me to feel the motivation and reap the rewards that love offered, making the sudden loss of a romantic relationship so terribly hard to adjust to. But that's not enough, Viktor. I can't comfort myself with a bullet point list. What is wrong with me?"

Viktor let you talk. He listened, taking it all in and turning it over carefully in his head. When there was a lull in your confessions, he spoke, carefully choosing his words.

"I believe a good start would be to find your support system, and to let us in, even if only a little bit. You have Jayce. You have me. Let us remind you that you aren't alone," he said gently.

"And another thing. You are correct with your statements. This grief and inability to cope with loss can be reasoned with psychology. You can acknowledge that both of you did awful things. You can say and do all you want to remain as impartial as you can, so you don't end up worse for wear, but it is ok to also acknowledge you were hurt."

"Not everyone you love or have loved treated you like they should have. And I believe letting that truth overshadow your neutral acknowledgement will help you heal. Your self worth is in shambles. That is heartbreaking. You are a brilliant aspect to so many lives. Never doubt that, and never diminish that."

He somehow knew all the right things to say. Sweet, brilliant Viktor. You could feel your eyes welling back up with tears.

"Thank you. You're right. Finally telling someone has made me feel lighter. I do feel better. You're a wonderful friend to me Viktor. I can never thank you enough," you whispered, your voice breaking as it trembled.

"No need to thank me," his hand found yours, giving it a grounding squeeze. "When you're ready to talk about it some more, I will be there. If you choose to never think of that terrible time again, then that is ok too. Whatever you choose to do, know you are supported. You are loved, and not just for circumstance."

With that, it was like the clouds could finally begin dissipating. Your music slowly cranked back up. You start the engine again, your drive back to the dorms no longer blurred by tears. For the first time since it happened, you felt like you could finally see again.

[speakofshinee]

For jjong month ♡ part [1/4]

[cheriboms]

call that an intergenerational language barrier 🙅

[boxofoxberry]

birfday peetah ^-^

[mrghostrat]

Next part of "and they were streamers" when? 😭💔

Ps: love your work

as per everyone's advice on here, i'm putting it on hiatus for a bit. gonna make what makes me happy + inspired instead of dragging my feet thru writers block xo

it's not abandoned, just needs to sit and cook for a while. which could work out perfectly, because the next chapters are christmas, so maybe we'll get to enjoy them at actual christmas time 🥳

not gonna answer anymore streamer asks for a bit. my wip list and faq are in my pinned post~

[foegoal]

shane pinto timmy stu's biggest fan gushing about how much he loves this little bobblehead (x)