#both the art and the poem

[bigfatbreak]

Wait a minute…papa Tom doesn’t seem too hostile towards Nathalie. Or at least she doesn’t seem nervous/blackmailed. Does Tom not know her past allegiances or…is there an alliance in play?

Viceroy employs many in his arsenal, and as far as Nathalie is concerned, Tom is a coworker. :)

[inkyrainstorms]

Instructions for building your first Time Machine - TS Leonard

You’re older now than you ever imagined

you remember wanting to forget

you didn’t

keep walking away from the wreckage

[mothmandibles]

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[snailfen]

at the very least heres this. go my suitloon qpr

[quilleily]

One of you will fail. One of you will die. And one of you is already dead.

One of you will fail. One of you will die. And one of you is already dead.

[berryliciousjam]

I Love You. Stay with me.

Brutal was the silence where I stood with you.

Good old pal—A nickname I never wanted.

Under the thick smoke where the beer tames your hunger,

I stare into your cold eyes, yearning for you.

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Hey hey hey. I'm still aliveee lmfao. Finally, I drew something after reblogging here and there lol. This took a while because I struggled with the filters, making sure it's close to the reference—but I eventually decided to stray away while keeping its substance. With that out of the way, I'm preparing for Morpherine Week so yeah 😎💞

It's my proudest work too, so I hope yall think the same! 💖🥰 Thank you for being patience and hope yall love it ✨️🫶🥹

Photo Reference of the trend:

[authenticity2025]

She loves deeply, regardless of the love she gets in return, and it is both her greatest strength and her biggest weakness. N.R. Hart

[erabu-san]

Venti and Hutao !!

They are so alike 😭💕

A bonus with Xiao and Zhongli ! 🤭

[5thcloud]

កូនហង្សចង់បានចិត្តក្រហម

translation notes : -"fly happily above the sky" can also be "fly above the happy sky" -សាច់ means meat , but also skin , flesh , innards -ឆ្កែព្រែ (literally "wild dog") actually refers to any wild canine and not specific , wolves , painted dogs , and foxes being part of it -ចាប specifically means sparrow-like song birds like this robin . when casually referring to song birds youd never use សត្វស្លាប which is general word for bird (literally means "feathered / winged animal") and use ចាប instead -the "swan" drawn is actually a goose (story reasons wawa) ហង្ស more so refers to swans and ក្ងាន more so refers to geese

[the-bear-and-his-sunbird]

Hello hello and happy Thedas weekend!! How about "i no longer know where i end and you begin.  you’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly,  you’re all i feel anymore." from the yearning list for your lovely Siobhan and Emmrich??

Hello, Hello! Thank you for the prompt for @thedasweekend !

I had this on backlog because I absolutely adore this prompt and felt like I was starting to really pressure myself with how good I wanted to make this.

So I took a step back and tried a new approach. I hope you will like it! This is one of this poems you can read either side and then together and a drawing I made for you :)

Your voice

love soft as it

lifts and comforts,

swallows parts of

me, my body

whole again

I want to

lay down a golden

kingdom at the ground you stand upon

your grace unparalleled

need, love,

to be inside your body,

devoured by you, mine

forever, always unil nothingness and beyond

You've wound yourself around my soul so tightly, it's all I feel anymore

[coldshrugs]

witch-wife; edna st. vincent millay

vierapril day 19: ethereal

[bumblingbabooshka]

In any universe.

You're the only one allowed to touch me. You're the one I trust most of all - out of anyone, out of everyone here. I'd do anything for you, at the cost of myself. I'll spare you from whatever pain I can, even if it means following your pure, wordless, desire. Desire you can't act on. Anything - Except one. You're the closest thing I have here. The closest person. You're the one I trust the most. My oldest, dearest, friend. We're the only two with history. I'm sorry I can't have you by my side [officially] but I need your eyes to keep us safe. We're both entrusting our lives to one another. For the next seventy years, until the end of mine...wasn't I going to make vows along those lines? Unspoken. Unspoken. We've never needed to talk too much. You detest it. [You wouldn't use those words.] I'll go back in time to rescue you. I'll mourn you. I'll pull you from the jaws of death. I'll prevent it, I'll prevent it, I'll do it right the first or second time. I've already made you believe in luck - my assistant in this infernal magic trick: We started with nine lives, what're we on now? How many times can we pull off this miracle? 70 years of lonely nights. A captain cannot lie with a member of the crew. A Vulcan cannot lie at all. Ceremonial jewelry in a lockbox. Too painful. Is it logical to remain so devoted to what's been lost? Why do we keep this going? Coins in the wishing well. We should wish them well and be rid of it, all of it, the feelings we once had - still have. We should bid them adieu. The logical thing to do. They say I'm cold and I've never minded before. My words are the same temperature as your hand over my mouth, silently bidding me not to speak. I obey only because it's you. I guide while you warn me of icebergs, keep the water out, keep the shooters sharp. You protect the ship and I'll protect you. The string that ties us together isn't the devoted red clinging to my captain's pips. What color is it? This love. This betrayal? This feeling. What color is it? I'll destroy it, if necessary, and you'll do the same. The same ruthless annihilation our stations demand. We'll obey, we'll destroy it, and be empty. Fit to continue on. Anything short of perfection will be the death of us all. I can be a person with you, only you. You know me better than anyone. Look down, at the string, don't say anything. Just think. What color is it? Don't say anything. You know as well as I, if you say it out loud... It [won't/will] come true[?] Another coin descends. Our last one. [Patreon | Commissions]

[badlyblurry]

Phvvdjh Plvuhdg

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Sooo… all of this dialogue is from the end of the Baits Motel case in case you couldn’t tell. Literally no changes except for the fact that Dooley is in the Gravity Falls public pool (before it reopened) instead of the pool in the Darkside.

This is pretty much the prologue to my DSD x GF crossover where Dooley arrives at Gravity Falls on Summerween (because spooky and stuff). Also Dooley doesn’t meet Geoff and gets to keep his souvenir hat.

I REALLY enjoyed making this even though it was more “redraw scenes from DSD” instead of “DSD characters interact with GF characters” but it’s coming :)

[regardingrowan]

but in the meantime, be gentle with me

the willow tree calls to me from your backyard, though summers have passed since i have sat beneath it

i’m sorry i had to leave this way

you have to understand, see, that this was the story handed to us

the pages bound with leather, the cracked spine

it is a very old story, my love, we are futile to stop it

i’m sorry we could not spend one more season together

i know i’ve been gone darling but please, think of me softly

i did not mean to hurt you, i wish i never did

slowly this stream of regret will melt into i’m sorry. i’m sorry it had to be me, and i’m sorry that it had to be you, and i’m sorry i couldn’t save us. i’m sorry to be sitting here now, writing something you will never see, never touch with soft hands stained with devotion.

late at night when everything stills into a lull that puts the birdsong to sleep, the loons still call out on the lake

can you hear it? do you remember sitting with me, chapped lips and scraped knees and sunburn, adolescence melting away without the hint of a goodbye

the magic of summer has dissipated into the soft mist of autumn now, darkness returning to the sky as if to say ‘i’m sorry i’ve been gone so long. i’m home, you can rest’

i don’t want to spend another winter calling for you

[stygiansauce]

sauce please apollo has chosen me as his stress toy and i am scared and i dont wanna smoke dubious gases to be his oracle-

you really are english teacher (in a good way. a great way even because you are saving me from my brain becoming mush)

but yeah now i’m thinking and oh lord why did you have to make tango so relatable???!!! argh!!!

- 💿

:D

Something something every author is a part of their work? Margin of Error is my love letter to life and writing. I spent too long focusing on academic writing that I forgot how much joy I feel when spinning a story. Putting my experiences into MOE is like taking a moment remember that I lived it and that it was a good memory. Jimmy and Tango are very real pieces of me, and hopefully (If I've done it right), pieces of you all too.

[ventique-genshin]

To wish upon a star