#angsty times

[ireallyhatemyself-ao3]

Pov: you are Maes and you keep catching Ed look at Roy like this

Lmao, Ed be staring longingly/achingly/tragically/traumatically/etc FOR REAL, asjkd. For those who don't know, this is a sketch inspired by my angsty time-travel au fic 'I Promise I Won't Leave You This Time' (or as I like to call it for short, ipiwlytt, lmaoo). AND I FINALLY UPDATED IT!! (guys, she's always so late smh (she being me), asjkdh) But yayyy, you can read the new chapter here!

Also, I sincerely want to thank my kofi supporters from Jan. 11 and April 10th (@ anon and @Sikorskys16, respectively)!! <333 I didn't forget about either of you two for a single day, and I'm so grateful for your support ;w; The idea that anyone at all would ever go out of their way to donate means the world to me, and I can't thank you enough!! This sketch of mine and update def goes out to you, and to everyone else who has been enjoying this fic---I appreciate y'all's readership sm! (criii)

(Also, as always, here's a closeup of Ed's face for extra angst serotonin, lol.)

[pagsys-writings]

56. Important

“What’s the most important thing in your life, Nao?”

As simple as they were, the words managed to open the gate Nao had locked away years ago. But now that it was open, even just a crack, the memories came flooding back. They rushed through his mind like a raging river, showing him flashes and brief moments so quickly that it took his breath away.

A crescent shaped scar.

A cocky smile.

A ridiculous hairstyle.

A gentle smile.

Rough hands on soft skin.

A warm breath against his lips.

Tender words whispered in the dead of night.

Nao swallowed them down, forcing them back into their cage. “Nothing,” he whispered even as his eyes burned from the touch of memories. “There’s nothing important to me anymore.”

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

it's sad to breathe the air when you're not there

[noodles-and-tea]

twins in time continuation of that blue doodle comic thingy, but fidd is forced to take care of stan when Ford gets into the portal stuff, leaving him behind.

I reckon he teaches him math…

[suretkerim]

i had this thought for a while about how convenient it is that of all the fenton inventions it is the shields that do not work on danny :)

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[mcducky1356]

Firefight by @remedyturtles is all wrapped up! If you haven’t read it check it out! It is so good!

[sykloni]

DP x House M.D.

9. Bleeding out in an alleyway

This is kind of the vibe with DP x House M.D. crossovers:

Danny is injured and sick with some mysterious illness on top of that. Just overall bad time for him. He is a minor. The hospital wants to call his parents. He doesn't. How would he even begin to explain that he is in New Jersey!? His doctor is kind of mean and probably will figure out what's wrong with him while figuring out what's wrong with him.

This is one of those crossovers that feels kind of random, but is super enjoyable. There are 6 DP x House M.D fics on FFN! It's been couple years since I read them. I remember the one where Danny ends up hospitalised as Phantom being my favorite, but I think there were also other good ones.

[nkogneatho]

This is a PSA for all the writers who exclusively write only fluff and angst:

we love you. we still read your fics. no we don't care if it doesn't have smut in it. it is still valid and it is beautiful. thank you for existing. have a good day.

[anniilaugh]

”So.. somebody forgot to mention it’s their birthday, huh.” 💚💛

[petricorah]

relax bro no one's taking him from you [id in alt]

lineart below cut

[ireallyhatemyself-ao3]

Guys, wake up, new pfp just dropped! 🗣️🗣️📢📢️‍🔥️‍🔥

Lmao new (middle of the) year new me ig!! So i've had this goofy profile pic of a shiba inu dog in a suit (?? like...for why??) since baby high school years (I'm pretty sure I had to use it for this one online dual-credit college class account thingy, because that was the reason it was somewhat 'professional' lmao), and it just carried over when baby high-school-me made my ao3 account and has stayed ever since for like nooooo reason, lmao. I'm procrastinating on some college finals rn (for anyone keeping track, I keep goofing up and am doing a SECOND summer study abroad program as if the first one didn't absolutely leave me burnt out since 2023, lmaosidja), so I'm trying to finally catch up with all my notifs and I just BARELY perceived my pfp like a brand new person and realized how random it was, lmoasjdah. So! Just to freshen up the acc a little, I thought I'd change my pfp into something with a *little* more intention behind it, lol, so here's a sketch of Ed (obviously my fav of all time, embarrassingly enough) that I did LIKE A YEAR AGO, LMAO. I'm so late to everything guys, mb 💀

Bonus, another sketch I did around the same time! Those of you who've read 'I Promise I Won't Leave You This Time' will know which scene this one is referencing 💀💀 lmaoooo, I can see why I never posted these originally, askdjhaskjd (why am I so obsessed with Ed being sad??! help??)

[da-janela-lateral]

So many subspecies...!

[aliensfuckmeup]

DO YOU SEE IT? do you see my vision??

[shiiro-arts]

-Desperate-

If we don’t get a desperate nalu kiss after a really hard battle I’m throwing myself off a cliff

[avalonlights]

"Yes sir."