#be together in my wips forever

[galaxygermdraws]

Some S10 doodle dumps. Just some miscellaneous doodles then an in depth of how I've designed a Cyberpunk Impulse (plus a bonus Bdubs). I've been having way too much fun.

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyuuuuu)

[taxinealkaloids]

behold hitherto unposted htn doodles! harrow+her terrible mentor, harrow+her terrible roommate

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

[marshmallowgoop]

I've lived different lives

The Shinichi-POV AMV I edited to pair with my Heiji-POV AMV for COMPASS: A HeiShin Anthology, which you can download for free and read all about @haidocityzines!

Like Heiji's video, Shinichi's also uses a song by Fly By Midnight, "Different Lives," which took all of one listen for me to want to make a HeiShin AMV set to it. The zine includes a short essay with more details and thoughts, but to expand a little, in the time since I finished this video, I've written about what I think would be "the most narratively tragic ending for HeiShin," arguing that it would be either of them dying:

Shinichi becomes Conan because he does not rely on others or ask for help. (After all, if he trusted Ran to follow Vodka with him, there’s no way events would have carried out like they do.) Through being Conan, he’s somewhat forced to rely on others and ask for help, but when it comes to Heiji, it’s really a choice. He wants to investigate cases together. He wants Heiji to help him. So, if Heiji were to die in a case or in the fight against the Black Organization, I could see Shinichi falling back into his pre-Conan days. Relying on Heiji and trusting him got him killed. It’s better to do things alone, to not let anyone in. The progress Shinichi’s made throughout the series would be undone.

And that's something I was going for with the video, too. Shinichi is terrified of losing his loved ones, but there's a different level of terrified when it comes to losing Heiji. Because Heiji is someone he trusts. Heiji is someone he lets in. To lose that would be debilitating. Render him hopeless.

Because that's another thing about Heiji: he's hope. His alcohol (Episodes 48-49) serves as the first cure to APTX 4869. It gives Shinichi, literally, the first taste of victory—of undoing the poison, of taking the Organization down. Shinichi's life was so different before Heiji, and to be left without him... that's unfathomable. Terrifying.

Ramblings aside, this AMV can also be viewed on YouTube, in full 1080p and with optional subtitles, here!

[honeydots]

roller skates!

[oros-ash3s]

WIP Wednesday Thursday ᰈ ﾟ⋆.˚ 𖥔 ⋆ ⭑

“Son,” the man took a step forward, a gentle smile that was rarely ever seen on his solemn face now splitting across his scarred features. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this day to come.”

Ryuji took an uncertain step back, his hand instinctively creeping towards his side, ready to unsheathe his swords and attack. He knew the thought was a bit overdramatic for such a simple greeting, words said so kindly, but Ryuji hadn’t been able to shake the violent itch ever since….

You killed him.

The greeting in itself was a surprise. He had never spoken with the quiet, sullen leader of the Magnum Octō before, the man always almost-silent during the meetings Ryuji forced himself to attend, quickly making his retreat before any of the others had even stood up. He wouldn’t have even thought to try and speak with him, he rarely liked to communicate with the others, if not for Aster. Always stubbornly dragging him along to mingle with “his colleagues”. Without him, Ryuji was quick to leave; they were all a waste of time—

And liked me better, ha.

Oh shut up. Ryuji thought. His eyes darted towards the faint mirage of his brother for a millisecond, shooting him a quick glare and effectively silencing him, before he turned back to the man, still smiling softly down at him. The point was, just like any day, he had been trying to make his escape back to the Seventh Sector, ready to go back to rotting inside Ophelia’s office, alone, besides for the voices of the haunted pricking against his skin, when Mr. Rahmani himself had cut through his path, asking him for just a moment of his time.

Mr. Rahmani now stood with his arms stretched open, welcoming — almost as if he was waiting for hug. A hug… from who? Surely it couldn’t be him. Why in the hell would he hug this complete stranger?

“How I’ve missed you, Ryuji.” Mr. Rahmani said, his voice wavering, almost a whisper. It was the most emotion he’d let poke through in years, or perhaps, forever.

Ryuji wished he hadn’t stopped.

✧ tysm for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings!! ✧

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[gingerteaonthetardis]

TWELVEROSE/TUCKERROSE AU | The Communications Director & The Call Girl

[ID: a set of four gifs with edited captions to give the appearance of a phone conversation between AU rose and AU twelve/tucker. the first gif is of rose in the bath; her phone is resting next to her on a stool. she's captioned as saying, 'hello?' the second gif is a closer-up shot of twelve/tucker's face as he leans forward in his office chair. he's saying, 'oh, am i your booty call now?' the third gif is of rose leaning slightly closer to her phone, saying, 'd'you know what a booty call actually is?' the fourth and final gif is back to twelve/tucker, who seems amused and slightly offended as he says, 'well, i learned from you!' /END ID]

[cero-sleep]

They’re so done shsjhsjs

[dragonlikeleaves]

i don’t really ever put my wips here but he has a vice grip on my brain right now

[the-river-rix]

Spies but make it a lavender scare reference ‼️

[iceicewifey]

when ur gf is photogenic but u aren't

[sluckythewizard]

SHHH SH HEYYY HEY DONT TELL ANYONE BUT... ive been workin on smth since BITB came out..... itsa lil musical animatic involvin kian and becky.... ITS NO WHERE NEAR DONE YET but loooook look im puttin lil screenshots under the cut. its supposed to go along with Am I In Heaven? by King Gizzard n the Lizard Wizard. infact yknow what cmere come sit with be bc ALOT of songs from the 'IM IN YOUR MIND FUZZ' album makes me think about becky and kian. oh my god. those two make me so damn emotional. like Her and I was the first one to rly resonate with me, and EMPTY was another good one, all just stuff about. yknow LOVE!! doomed by the narrative yet burning SO SO brightly in its last moments, holding hands, playing music, THEY WERE SO IN LOVE WITH YOU THAT THE COPY OF THEM LOVED YOU, AND YOUR COPY LOVES THEM TOO. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, CRUMBLING, BURNING, HISSING, SQUIRMING, MELTING, CLICKING LOVE STORY..

GET OVER HERE N SCREAM WITH MEEE I LOVE SCREAMING ABOUT THINGS

[happyendingsong]

i want to write again

[querido-eh-dump]

[scalproie]

There is a strange sensation that buzzes on the edge of Jun's consciousness from almost the very moment she crosses that threshold into his realm. At first easily ignored; of course the hells would feel different to someone not meant to be there. And how large hell is! There are layers to this place, each with its own distinct environment and pseudo ecosystem, somewhat akin to every season coexisting at once. It has a unique appeal, even the harsh environments. Everything has a purpose in the name of maintaining balance. She spends time getting to know the denizens too, many of whom expressed surprise at her presence. For who would expect Life to intrude into such a domain, or further yet be invited and embraced into it?

The exploration is fascinating yet taxing for her, something Kazuya notes and inquires on wordlessly with a glance and slight twist to his usual resting frown. "I'm fine, just need to rest for a bit." And she does. His chambers are opulent but comfortable, with a large bed that was easy to sink into. Upon awakening she is physically rested but the buzz has amplified into a headache. An odd spasm jolts her head. A sneeze - she knows that from the mortals who have the misfortune to carry allergies to her creations. Bizarre, but perhaps not unexpected from such different surroundings. It is then she registers the sense of wetness in her palm.

Life looks down, and sees her own blood for the first time.

[singsweetmelodies]

pierresteban sex pollen if you please!

i do please :DD 😏 tysm for this amazing ask!!

SO, the story behind this fic is: it's a kinkmeme fill, plain and simple. so yeah, that'll mean it will be posted on anon someday (hopefully soon.) and yeah, i did want to keep it anonymous for a little while, and see who (other than briony) would recognise my writing...

but the thing is 🙈 i'm not 100% sure i'm going to finish it in time for the kinkmeme deadline, and in that case, i'll just post it to my main. so i may as well reveal it now for added inspiration, right? right. because you see, the issue with this fic is - i need to be in a VERY specific mood to write it, because it's all... angsty and ambiguous and messy. pierresteban but make it as unresolved as possible, essentially. case in point:

i LOVE this kind of writing, i really do. (yes, i'm secretly an angst monster 💙) and i'm so proud of the bits of this fic i've already got!! like, i genuinely love reading it back and being like "oh wow... oh yeah i really wrote that... italicised oh"

it's just tricky to try and stitch the pieces TOGETHER, is the thing. like, i have a pretty great beginning, a fantastically angsty ending, and some really great (but disjointed) middle snippets. i just can't get them all to flow into a coherent whole yet 😑 so, yeah. bit of a pain in my ASS, is this fic, much as i fucking love every word of it.

but someday! someday, my brain will work with me here, and i'll finish it and post it ASAP. but until then -- hope you like this teaser! 💕