#but for real i am so very very proud of them

[katelynnwrites]

never underestimate the power of friendship and where it can get you 🫡🥉

[xxplastic-cubexx]

So uhh hi. I love love love your cherik art. Every single one of them is amazing, cool and just gorgeous. Also love your pfp, Charles looks guilty (caught red-handed) but Erik looks like he doesn't care lol. That's his husband and he'll kiss him anywhere, anytime, doesn't matter who's looking.

Again, have I mentioned I love your art? Let me say it again. I love your cherik art. Love Erik with his glasses, chibi cherik, Charles and his adorable bald head. Everything. I wanna scream about cherik with you.

*grabs your cherik arts into one folder titled LOVE IT*

*puts your cherik art on a frame and hangs it on my wall*

OHHHH you’re so incredibly sweet my friend: thank you so much for the love you have for my work, it means so much ;; !!! I really do love drawin all flavors of cherik (and charles and erik in general ofc), so im so happy all them flavors get appreciated as much as they do :’]

An im always happy to talk bout cherik !!! I fear theyre going to be livin in my brain for a long while and im gonna be subjected to Many thoughts about them For A Long While …..

[why-the-heck-not]

”having cats is so cozy :3 they’re so cute aww look at her purr aw what a sweetheart”

i’m collecting pieces of a bird into a plastic bag on this fine sunday evening

[luderailing]

Lat 🖋️

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

im so infinitely stressed rn i need to get off here

[wanderingblindly]

🎁 Hello, it's Askbox Elf coming in with your 12 days of Christmas asks: What is the best present you've ever received? 

Oh this is so sweet!!!!! Askbox elf I love u!

I have quite a few sisters and grew up during the Great Recession (with parents who owned a small business so, get fucked lmao). To keep Christmas fun, my parents took the approach of “everyone gets a few small gifts, but the Big Christmas Gift is for all of you”.

To make it feel more Exciting, my mom would craft a scavenger hunt; she’d print out riddles and hide them through the house, yard, and neighborhood and set us off searching. My most distinct memory is reading the hint “have a holly jolly Christmas, it’s the best time of the year. I don’t know if they’ll be snow, but have a…?”, screaming “CUP OF CHEER” at the top of my lungs, and sprinting to the kitchen so fast that I slid out and crashed into the countertop lol.

Anyways, we got rock band that year, the one with two guitars, a drum set, and a microphone. That game went beyond triple platinum in the liquid household.

[im-an-anthusiast]

Ditches and Spiders

God, his forearms ITCHED.  Ugh – they sang a horrible siren song, to which the only answer was the raking of claws, the bloody contact of skin and nails. Or whatever. He clenched his fists, twisting them, rolling his wrists, and watching the taut, lean, yet somewhat gaunt muscle flexing under his scarred skin. Calixte hated the scars so, so much. They weren’t ugly, contorting, or shredding, and they weren’t spirals of thorns or carved spines. They were “beautiful”, twisting, mending – spirals of petals and curving stems. Calixte always hated the mix of lily flowers curling up his arms in a monotone white of scar tissue. They made him sick. His entire lunch – half of a white chocolate granola bar – tickled the very top of his throat, acidically ghosting over the roof of his mouth. He ought to practice Magic again.  

He applied the Sepal Balsam. Almost half the container coated his forearms thickly, massively surmounting the blood below it. Was that... wait... quadruple- no, pentuple the recommended dose? Perhaps that was why he could feel his pain fade into such intense numbness so quickly that in mere seconds he could not feel his forearms at all – and could, in real-time, watch the open wounds, cuts, gashes, and lacerations riddling his forearms and climbing up his bicep close, and twist at themselves, forming sickeningly intricate floral shapes, layering onto those already there. What a disgusting toll he has to pay, really. And, sure, he could always not push himself so much or just wait for himself to heal, but how would he get better, then? The best around don’t just rest. No pain, no gain, after all! He just has to push himself a little harder, surely...! 

The gloves contracted around his arms. They squeezed and cried at the Magic pouring into them, pushing and lashing at his flesh. The gloves wrung his arms, and blood dripped out from their hems at his biceps. All for... him.  

The bouquet strained in his arms. The paper tore open at the pressure pushed into it, flowers spilling around his flesh. Ditch and spider lilies both wrapped around his forearms, slipping from his embrace one by one. All from... him.  

“Are you proud, dad?” 

[lilworms]

so

[armenelols]

For after the Last Battle and the overthrow of Morgoth, when the Valar gave Elros and Elrond a choice to belong either to the kin of the Eldar or to the king of Men, it was Elros who voyaged over sea to Númenor following the star of Eärendil; whereas Elrond remained among the Elves and carried on the lineage of King Elwë.

Note 19 - And also that of Turgon; though he preferred that of Elwë, who was not under the ban that was laid on the Exiles.

- Problem of Ros, HoME XII

Every once in a while I remember this passage and am sent spiralling into the orbit.

Elrond saw the disaster that were the Noldor and went 'nope, I am staying out of that drama. Sindar, here I come' and he's so valid for it. Living up to the as wise as a wizard. He looks at the elven side of his family tree, goes 'do you think I am stupid' and chooses the least problematic branch.

[larsbarsart]

Skipping Marbletober Day 8 because I've been working on this just about all day.

@cardinallll Here's your kids

I wanted to incorporate their parents and dragon origins into their designs... I don't think I did that but I've spent far too long on this to care

Feel free to correct and critique this as you please, this AU is your baby

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Ohhh messy pieces representative of each song I have in that Pouf playlist meant to represent his character arc

[valiantstarlights]

Where Wolves Fear to Prey: Chapter 2

Robert Gadling meets Lord Byron in 1816, and discovers that the man has an uncanny resemblance to his Stranger. Of course he’d want to fuck him.

Dream…takes this new development as well as you think he did.

Inspired by Tom Sturridge as Lord Byron in the movie Mary Shelley (2017).

Synopsis of Chapter 2, told in memes and without the spicy stuff:

(🚨 spoilers under the cut 🚨)

Bonus:

[pennyserenade]

my friends and i have been having more serious conversations about going to mexico lately and it has me feeling emotional because years ago when i started working to mend my relationship with the way i felt about being mexican, this was where i wanted to end up.

[hide-your-bugs-away]

hi there!! I just looked throuhg your blog and wanted to let you know I think you're pretty cool, so hi!!

aaaaaAAA crying sobbing screaming shouting THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! i'm very glad you enjoy all of the silliness here, that means a lot whole lot to me 🥹 i really just scream into the void here about alan price in a slightly more informal way than i do on my instagram (which isn't saying much, as i'm very silly there as well), bUT i'm still so so so glad you had a good time!! YOU'RE SUPER COOL TOO AAAAA!!!! 🙏✨️

[tumblesthroughtimeandspace]

This is my bulletin board, or as I like to call it, my Wall of Autism

[john-jonathy-jonathan-the-3rd]

I cant really recall anything too interesting. The reason I began to write in a journal was because I wanted to feel like I was taking notes on my enviroment and being all analytical like Marcy Wu from Amphibia. That quickly got boring so it evolved into a regular journal after a few months.

@call-me-frosting-or-not-idc @chipjam and anyone who wants to join! The doors for entering this chain are so open and numerous they threaten the structural integrity of the roof by outnumbering the actual walls 3:1. Similarly, no pressure if someone I tagged doesnt want to participate!

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore