#but i took my time with this and paced myself

[solxamber]

Diasomnia, 6, comedy! :D

Lessons in Love || Malleus Draconia

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "Say that again" ; Genre: Comedy

Malleus Draconia, the powerful and enigmatic prince of the Briar Valley, was pacing in your living room.

You sat on the couch, watching him like he was a particularly skittish cat, teetering on the edge of saying something dramatic. Eventually, you sighed and crossed your arms. “Malleus, if you’ve done something like declare war on RSA, just tell me now.”

He stopped mid-step, his shoulders stiff. “It is not about a declaration of war. I have a confession to make.”

“Good. Now spit it out.”

His lips pursed, and his cheeks took on a suspiciously pink tinge. You tilted your head, curiosity bubbling. Malleus rarely got flustered, but when he did, it was comedy gold.

“I—” he began, then stopped, his voice barely above a whisper.

“...Huh?”

“I… may have…” he mumbled again, too low for your magicless ears to catch.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“I may have…” He turned away, mumbling even quieter this time.

You blinked. “Malleus, I can’t hear you if you’re talking to the floor. Use your dragon voice.”

He shot you a betrayed look but finally sighed. “I may have accidentally…” Another mumble.

“I… sought assistance before we began courting,” he said, voice softer than a whisper.

Your curiosity peaked. “From who?”

He turned his head to the side, avoiding your gaze. “...Ace Trappola.”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Then, as the words sank in, you leaned forward. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I do not wish to repeat myself,” he said firmly, his pointed ears flushing.

“Oh, you’re definitely repeating yourself,” you said, biting back a grin. “You, Malleus Draconia, went to Ace Trappola for dating advice?”

He looked at you like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. “I had heard rumors he had an… ‘ex-girlfriend,’ as humans call it. I sought his knowledge on how to properly court you.”

You smacked a hand over your mouth to suppress the laugh threatening to escape. “Malleus, please, you didn’t…”

“He told me to ‘play it cool’ and to call you ‘bro,’” Malleus admitted, looking deeply offended. “It was terrible advice.”

That did it. You doubled over with laughter, clutching your stomach. “He—he told you to call me bro? And you actually listened?”

“Of course not!” Malleus said, affronted. “Even I know better than to address my beloved with such disrespect.”

“Oh my god, I can’t breathe,” you wheezed, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

He pouted, crossing his arms. “I should have sought advice elsewhere, but I was… desperate. You have a unique way of rendering me uncertain.”

He looked like he might throw himself dramatically out the window. So you did the only reasonable thing: you hugged him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He froze for a moment, his sharp edges softening under your touch. “...You mock me,” he grumbled, though he leaned into your embrace.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, resting your cheek against his back. “But you’re also incredibly sweet for caring this much. Asking Ace of all people? That’s love.”

“But can you say that again?” you teased, grinning. “You went to Ace Trappola for help.”

“You are incorrigible,” he huffed.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, softening the pout on his face. “And you’re adorable when you’re embarrassed. Now come here, ‘bro.’”

He groaned. “If you call me that again, I will turn Ace into a toad.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

Masterlist

[seokmn]

FAILURE

pairing: dokyeom x gn!reader

wc: 0.6k words

lua’s note: maybe this fic is a bit specific because its kinda a vent. i wanted to get this out of my chest somehow and decided to post it because maybe there’s someone who’s going through the same thing as me and need to read these words. essa vai pros que so fizeram o enem e vestibulares de faculdades publicas e nao passaram pra segunda fase deles e agora precisam esperar a nota do enem pra meter no sisu ou prouni 😛

another instagram story you viewed, another text with those three cursed words you read and another ‘congratulations, lets celebrate it!’ you had to write as a reply for that text. you sighed, placed your phone on your lap and hid your face with your hands.

the only thing that comes to your mind right now is the word failure. you failed and now you have to watch other people celebrate their accomplishments.

seokmin heard your sigh and turned around to look at you, taking sight of your disappointed figure. he stopped cooking, dropping the knife and washing his hands before sitting down next to you on the couch. his hand rested on your thigh, a way to try to comfort you without words being said. he already had an idea about why were you like that. “another one?”

you hummed and stopped hiding your face. you looked at him with a small smile and nodded. “another one,” you looked down and took his hand before looking back at him, trying to sound and look okay. “another friend of mine was accepted at the university she wanted.”

seokmin let out a quiet sigh and rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand. he didnt say anything, already knowing you’d keep venting about it to him. “im happy for her, i really am. but i cant help but ask myself: is this it? am i going to stay behind while all my friends will go to college and live their lives? am i too dumb to go to college?” your lips began to tremble and your voice was cracking, “and i hate myself for feeling this way, i hate to compare my life to theirs and not being able to be happy for them without feeling miserable about my situation. they studied a lot for this and they deserve it, but i studied as well. is it something wrong with me?”

seokmin frowned and placed your head against his chest. “theres nothing wrong with you,” he began to caress your head, trying to soothe you. “you said yourself that this year took a toll on you because of studies, trying to be sure about your future and trying to find an university that youd like the thought of studying there. do your things in your own pace. you not being accepted in any university until now doesnt mean youre a failure, you cant be accepted in any university yet because you gotta wait your results of the national exam come out.”

he cupped your cheeks and pulled you away from his chest so you could look at each others eyes. “listen to me, you are not a failure, okay? you just graduated from high school, youre so young and you have so much things to do. take your own time, that doesnt mean youre staying behind. that means you’re building your own path.”

you nodded as he brushed your tears away with his thumb. listening to his words was like being hugged by your mother after spending a whole day away from her when you were a little kid, was like being kissed by the wind while watching the sunset at the beach with a loved one.

seokmin always knew how to comfort you, how to make you realize youre not being fair with yourself and that you should be way kinder with yourself because you are loved and are capable of doing anything.

“dont forget about that,” he kissed your forehead and stood up, looking at you with love in his eyes and that comfy smile that no one else but him could smile like that. “now help me to cook. we’re going to eat a delicious meal and then spend the rest of the day watching your favorite sitcom”

[finchly-tintinnabulation]

- Foster Fail -

OCs: Parker Brown (baseline), Battle-Brother Mikhail (Dark Angel), Blood Claw Kári (Space Wolf). Brother-Sergeant Perseus (Ultramarine) and Battle-Brother Celeborn (Lamenter) are mentioned but don't appear yet

Tags: Space Marine Husbandry (Sentience), found family dynamics that will be elaborated on, fluffy self indulgent nonsense, Space Wolf is big doggy, gay ass space marines

This idea wormed its way into my brain after binge reading @kit-williams's Space Marine Husbandry stuff, though what I've written may not exactly be compliant with the established lore in terms of bonds. Idk I'm a silly guy who likes nontraditional found family,, ty to @daily-shenanigans784 for the beta and to my beloved Blood Angels fan for giving a seal of approval lol

The Chorus: @thisuserislilsilly

- - -

“I just don’t see myself taking on any Blood Angels in the future.” 

“Really?” The new case worker tipped her head to Parker, clutching her clipboard and giving him a bemused look over the cafe table.

“Don’t get me wrong, my friend has a beautiful Sanguinary flock with a dreadnought they absolutely adore, so I can see the appeal. It’s more of a lifestyle thing.” Licking his lips, he brushed the last crumbs of pastry from his fingers, crumpling up his napkin to discard on his empty plate.

“You say that like you don’t have a Lamenter roosting in your barn, Mr. Brown. Clearly you know how to keep ‘em.” She tittered. Speaking to another baseline was certainly a change of pace from Ankesh, the Salamander he’d corresponded with the last few years, but so far he had no complaints about Lorraine.

Parker scoffed. “Celeborn and Percy are a bonded pair, I had no say in the matter.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but it was hard to imagine life without the Lamenter these days.

“Oh, Perseus? Your Ultramarine?” Lorraine’s bleach blonde hair swished as she glanced down at her clipboard.

“Mhm.”

She peered over the top of her forms, expression quizzical as he took a final swig of his coffee. “I thought you and him were bonded.”

“Hm? Why’s that?” With a raised brow, he wiped his lips on the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

“Well, I’ve never seen a solitary marine follow a baseline without one before.” Her round eyes bored into him, seeking answers like she could drill them out with a stare. Okay, maybe there was something he could complain about. Way too much eye contact.

“Dunno about any of that, but Percy’s family, no matter how you slice it.” Shrugging, Parker tried to find a spot on Lorraine’s nose he could look at more comfortably.

“How long have you been…?”

“Seven years.” He stated before her inquisitive silence could stretch too long. “I’m 23, be 24 in the spring.”

Beaming, her round eyes grew even wider. “No wonder you’re the local loyalist foster, if you’ve been working with Astartes for so long.” 

“Working is a strong word.” Chuckling, Parker couldn’t help but be reminded of days crawling out his bedroom window only to be scruffed by a scowling Ultramarine. “Speaking of, you bring the file?” 

“Sure thing.” Flipping past what he assumed to be his foster record, Lorraine unclipped a few papers from the stack on her clipboard, passing them across the table as he pushed his glasses up his nose. 

In the interest of skimming the whole document, Parker removed the paperclip holding the stack together and picked out the important details. Battle-Brother Mikhail, Primaris, loyalist. His brow furrowed. Dark Angel. First-time foster. “...No brothers-in-arms with this one, Lori?”

“Nope! You said you wanted to take it easy for the holidays, so I figured you’d only want one on your hands.” Lorraine grinned, seemingly oblivious to the migraine already brewing.

Fostering the rough cases of loyalist Astartes was Parker’s bread and butter, and it was partially because he had gotten quite good at tuning into their needs. Loyalists might have seemed easier than Chaos marines or Renegades, but that was only on the surface, as they could become just as unruly and sullen. Potentially violent.

 A great many fosters that had gone through Pinkman Ranch, and the most common were those poorly adjusted to the second millennium, either through recent arrival or homes that couldn’t provide for their needs. An industrious and well behaved Ultramarine or a beautiful and artistic Blood Angel could very easily become agitated and restless with someone who expected an easy foray into the benefits of having a space marine in the household. His father had taught him that the hard way.

“You’ve worked with Dark Angels before, right?” The case worker piped up, snapping Parker out of his contemplation.

“Yup. A pair of them, last year.” He mused, remembering that they were… hard to motivate. For lack of a better word, space marines with hobbies often adjusted better to a time without the strife they were built for, giving them passions to pursue. Dark Angels ran on piety and persecution as their duties, which proved to be incredibly difficult to get past. “They aren’t exactly big talkers.”

“Which makes them perfect for a nice quiet vacation!” Lorraine forged ahead, nodding eagerly.

“Mhm.” Quiet was exactly what he was worried about. Years of familiarity had cracked Percy’s shell, Celeborn was forthcoming with his needs and had Percy to advocate, and Kári wore his emotions as plainly as wearing his armor. Without a battle-brother for support, to ease his way into a new worldview, fostering a Dark Angel could be tricky and delicate work.

“My only question is how you think your Space Wolf might interact with him.”

“Kári listens to his pack. He knows to back off.” The concern was how the foster would react to his squad, not the other way around. The Blood Claw could be rambunctious, but Parker worried how such an insular marine would warm up, especially if he was out of commission for a bit and unable to stand between them. However, that wasn’t something Lorraine needed to know about.

“Anything else you wanted to ask? I assume you already know how to contact the local base.”

Parker dragged a hand through his hair, staring down at the small photo of the Primaris attached to the document. Serious but slim face, dark hair, a proud but haunted look in his eye. Of course he could always decline, but… this was part of why he started fostering after all. Percy would always be there if things got out of hand. 

“Nope, I think we’re good to go.” He paperclipped the file back together and handed it back across the table to Lorraine. “I assume you’ll send him by tomorrow?”

-

In the cold grey light of early morning, frost covered grass crunched beneath boots and sabatons alike, padding along the fence of the property. For someone so big, Parker was continuously impressed by how quiet an enormous stack of muscle and armor like a space marine could move so quietly, the Dark Angel having fallen into step behind him. 

“Just so we understand each other, you’re here to adjust, so I only have one big rule. Stay on the property, don’t go running off into the woods.” Parker looked sidelong over the barbed wire at the dense thicket of blue spruce blanketing the mountainside. “Rocky Mountain National Park is pretty damn big, so there’s plenty of room for war bands and renegades and the like, but you can’t go running after them while I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on you. Understood?”

Looking back at the marine, Parker waited for some indication of understanding, thankfully receiving a nod. 

“Great. You can run off and hunt once we’re done, though if you can’t stand being idle that long, there’s plenty to do around here.” He smiled at the impassable helmet, hoping the Astartes felt welcome behind it. Mikhail hadn’t said a word since the local base had dropped him off, but Parker had to admit to himself he didn’t expect much else. 

“Most of the profitable work is seasonal thanks to the livestock we keep, the sheep get sheared in the spring, and we harvest honey from the bees in summer and fall, but upkeep is year round. There’s also the chickens up by the house, but they’re more like pets, and we eat the eggs more than we sell them.” Meandering towards the barn, Parker chattered away, a soft pride in his chest as he talked about what had become the last few years of his life. 

It wasn’t long before he was intercepted, a behemoth in grey armor rising from where he’d been sitting amongst the flock of sheep and jogging over with a sharp toothed grin. 

“This our fresh blood, PB?” Kári crowded into Parker’s space as usual, grabbing the baseline by the underarms and scooping him up for a hug in greeting. Though the armor was cold in the winter air, his body glove and skin radiated heat, and without his helmet Parker had free rein to run his hand through the Space Wolf’s short auburn curls. 

Parker chuckled. “Be nice, there’s no need to call him that. Kári, this is Battle-Brother Mikhail. Mikhail, Blood Claw Kári.” Twisting in the affectionate marine’s grip, he turned to smile encouragingly at Mikhail, gesturing as best he could for introductions. 

“No need to keep your helmet on, cousin. Let me see that pretty face of yours.” The Space Wolf teased, expression wolfishly playful as he nosed Parker’s cheek, ruffling his hair with warm puffs of breath. 

“Be nice, I said.” Parker groused, righting his glasses as Kári’s nuzzling had knocked them askew. “You don’t need to if you don’t want to, Brother Mikhail.”

Silent through their exchange, Parker half expected the Dark Angel to ignore Kári, but to his surprise after a moment of stillness Mikhail reached up. With a hiss of a releasing seal, his helm was removed and magnetized to his hip. 

The printed black and white thumbnail image on his file did him no justice. Wavy black hair hung down to the man’s jaw, framing oddly wide green eyes and high cheekbones. He, much like Kári, had a look of youth almost uncharacteristic of the Adeptus Astartes, but with a pale face rather than the Space Wolf’s freckled and suntanned one. 

Kári whistled appreciatively. “Oh, you are pretty! Why don’t you waste some time with me tending the sheep?“ Parker was ready to scold him when Mikhail defied his expectations once again and looked shy. A blushing Astartes was truly a sight to behold, and the baseline had to consciously keep his mouth shut so as to not gape at him. 

“That which does not serve the Emperor’s will is not anything praiseworthy.” Mikhail muttered, voice soft but oddly robotic. Blinking, Parker stared at the Dark Angel for a long moment before covering his mouth with a hand, almost certain that laughing would be seen as disrespectful.

“Seeing as he isn’t here to impose that will, I wouldn’t concern yourself.” Tipping his head at the other marine, Kári spoke flippantly. Already pushing buttons. Mikhail’s brow furrowed into a frown. 

“What he means to say,” Parker quickly interjected, “Is that nobody can find your Emperor in our time. Humanity is not united under him like in yours, so… he’s not exactly leading anything here. At the moment.”

Jaw working, Mikhail’s lips twisted as he seemed to think for a long moment, perhaps coming up with a retort as he stared intently at the baseline. It was what Parker often feared working with loyalists; they only knew to be His weapons. However, there was no way of knowing what Mikhail thought, as he once again fell silent with a brief nod of understanding. 

“How about we head back to the house? Percy and Celeborn are still baking?” Uneasy but relieved for the time being, Parker steered the conversation away from the Astartes’s past (future?) and patted Kári’s gorget in a request to be put down that was quickly obliged. 

“Lead the way.” Kári pressed his nose to the baseline’s mousy brown hair one last time before letting him go, and Parker started the trek back to the farmhouse, the two space marines following behind like a pair of very large, armored ducklings. 

[elizabeth-holland24]

The Beast Within-Chapter 9 (Part 1)

Back in Jake's chambers, the air was electric with anticipation as the enchanted objects worked diligently to prepare him for the ball. The tension in Jake’s chest, however, was palpable—a whirlwind of emotions he could neither contain nor understand.

What was I thinking? A dance? Of all things, I choose something that requires grace… something I’ve lacked ever since this curse turned me into a beast. His claws flexed nervously. What if I step on her? What if I look ridiculous? I mean, I am a beast in a suit… He let out a frustrated growl, pacing the room.

“Jake, stop fidgeting,” Natasha chastised, flitting around him with a comb. “This is perfect. The rose has only four petals left. Tonight is your chance to tell her how you feel.”

Jake stopped pacing and scowled at her. “Tell her how I feel? She’ll never love me. I mean, I hurt her before the curse. What’s to say I won’t hurt her again when she finds out I’ve been lying to her?”

“Do not be discouraged,” Bradley chimed in. “She is the one.”

“I wish you would stop saying that,” Jake snapped. “There is no ‘one.’”

“You care for her, don’t you?” Natasha asked gently.

Jake hesitated, running a hand through his thick hair. “More than I should,” he admitted. “But what if I mess this up? What if it’s too late?”

Penny landed on his shoulder. “It’s never too late, Jake. Listen to your heart and be yourself. Besides, if you mess this up, you’ll be drinking cold tea for the rest of your days.”

Javy added with a chuckle, “Alone. In a very dark and dusty castle.”

Jake huffed but allowed them to continue preparing him. As they straightened his suit and smoothed his hair, he couldn’t shake the thought of Mausi.

This isn’t just about the curse anymore, he realized. It’s about her.

On the other side of the castle, Mausi stood before a mirror, her heart a confusing mix of anticipation and unease. Halo flitted around her, adding the finishing touches to her gown.

“For the first time in my life, I feel… giddy?” Mausi whispered to her reflection. She barely recognized herself in the elegant gown, now adorned with golden flecks that shimmered like stars. Tiny vines and flowers wove through the fabric and her hair, creating an ethereal glow. “Why am I nervous?”

Halo smiled knowingly. “Perhaps because you’re starting to care for him?”

Mausi frowned, her fingers tracing the edge of the mirror. “Jake reminds me of someone… but I can’t remember who. He’s… different than I thought. Behind all that bravado, there’s kindness. But how can I let myself feel this way, knowing my father is out there, worried and alone?”

“Guilt and joy can coexist, dear,” Halo said softly. “It’s okay to let yourself feel both.”

Mausi’s gaze softened, but the doubt lingered in her eyes. As Halo added a final golden hairpin, Mausi looked at her reflection once more. “Do you think… I could be happy here?”

“Happiness is complicated,” Halo replied. “But tonight, you can allow yourself a moment of it.”

Jake waited at the base of the grand staircase, his claws twitching against the fabric of his suit. When Mausi appeared at the top of the stairs, his breath caught. She was radiant, her gown glowing softly in the candlelight, her every step graceful and deliberate. For a moment, all his insecurities melted away.

Mausi’s eyes met his, and she froze, her heart skipping a beat. Jake’s beastly form seemed to blur as she saw the man within—a man who cared deeply, who longed for connection but feared rejection. Her steps faltered only briefly before she descended, drawn to him.

When they reached each other, Jake extended his arm. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Mausi hesitated, then placed her hand on his arm. “I do.”

Together, they entered the ballroom, where soft candlelight bathed the space in warmth. As the music began, Jake took Mausi’s hand, his movements tentative at first. But as they danced, something shifted. Their steps became fluid, as if they had danced together a hundred times before.

Mausi couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. For the first time, she saw beyond the beastly exterior—saw the man who had been hurt, who had loved and lost, who was trying so hard to make things right.

Jake, too, was captivated. Mausi’s laughter, her light, her courage—they filled the cracks in his heart. He knew he was in too deep, but he couldn’t help himself. If this is my only chance to show her how I feel, I’ll make it count.

As the music swelled, the enchanted objects joined in, their movements mirroring the joy and hope that filled the room. Mausi gasped as, for a brief moment, she saw them in their human forms. Tears pricked her eyes as she realized the depth of their sacrifice.

When the music ended, Jake led Mausi to the balcony. The night air was cool, the stars glimmering above them.

“I haven’t danced in ages,” Jake admitted.

Mausi smiled. “The last time I danced was with my dad. Well, Pete.” Her smile faltered. “Thank you. No one has ever done something like this for me.”

“You deserve this and more,” Jake said earnestly. “As for your dad… I’m sorry for what you found out. But from what I’ve seen, blood doesn’t define family. Pete loves you. He’d do anything for you.”

“I know,” Mausi whispered. “It’s just… why did he hide the truth? Did he think I’d love him less?”

“Sometimes, people do things to protect the ones they love,” Jake said. “Thinking it’s the only way. I wish that had been my case.”

Mausi frowned. “What do you mean?”

Jake sighed. “Long ago, my parents made a deal with a sorcerer. They wanted more—more riches, more success. The sorcerer warned them that something like that would come at a price, there is always a price with magic, they didn't care. They thought that price was me, they were blinded by riches, not long after they got what they wanted but at the price of their lives they got lost at sea, and I was left alone. I guess I can't really judge them, heck that what got me in this predicament the first time, the apple doest fall far from the tree.”

Mausi’s eyes filled with tears. “You’re wrong. You’re nothing like them. I see you, Jake. The real you. You’re no beast.”

Jake’s heart ached. “Do you think… Is it foolish to believe I might earn your affection?”

Mausi’s throat tightened. “I don’t know.”

Jake’s shoulders sagged. “Would you like to see your father?”

A/N: Merry Late Christmas. So I wanted to upload this before but got a little busy, you know how the holidays are. But yeah we are near the end, I hope you guys love this chapter. This one is dedicated to my bestfriend, my ride or die, my pookie. Remember to like, comment or weblog and tell me your thoughts. Thank you so much for the love and support on this story. Don't forget to comment, like and reblog, so I know if you are enjoying it.  Love you guys and thanks for reading  <3

[chthonic-cassandra]

Some more opinions:

this film needs a subtitle. The other Nosferatus have subtitles and this needs one too

really wish Eggers had paid more attention to the pacing of both Murnau and Herzog's films, which are each stunning. The pacing on this one was not.

there are some visually beautiful moments but, again, Eggers set himself up to be compared to Murnau and Herzog on this one. It was visually better than a lot contemporary Hollywood genre films but there was still a slickness to it, and frequently this visual predictability

one thing this film did have an opportunity to do differently and better from previous adaptions is in its handling of Roma characters. It did not take this opportunity.

the moment Orlok started commanding Jonathan and insisting on honorifics and especially when we got a glimpse of his mustache he was Dracula and not Orlok. There's a lot of Dracula in this film, and sometimes that led to interesting stuff and other times it created problems

this might be an unpopular opinion in my circle here, but I really loved most of the Orlok and Ellen material. I think a bunch of the Ellen madness scenes took too many cheap cues from the cinematic cliches of demon possession, but the actual handling of her relationship with Orlok felt nuanced and moving (I cried a bunch)

however. I found Orlok as a character (and Bill Skarsgard's performance) notably flat. They tried to make him both Dracula and Orlok and ended up giving him the interest of neither character

I had prepared myself for Lily Rose Depp being a lot worse than she actually was. She absolutely does not have Adjani's gravitas (or Eva Green's, if we're thinking about the possession scenes) and parts of the film really suffered from that, but she had a fair amount of sincerity

also the Victorian patriarchy stuff with Harding was largely formulaic and obvious and I don't know that it actually needed to be there

lovely Van Helsing characterization (Van Franz? Why didn't they call him Bulwer?)

sort of appreciate the places where Eggers chooses not to replicate the famous shots from either Murnau or Herzog, but often he fails to do something vivid enough to replace them. The ship and plague material were the worst offenders there.

Saw Nosferatu 2024. Very mixed opinions, which I will need to sit with, but for now I am pro co-victim reenactment sex and anti whatever was happening with Ellen's hair.

[lotuslate]

They are about to snoo mimimi after a long day of being completely in love with each other!

[shima-draws]

Sanji: I’m gonna leave you for now, but I promise I’ll return!

Luffy: Yeah, I know you will!!

The FAITH, the DEVOTION, the TRUST, the UNDYING LOYALTY,

[clownhavoc]

I am incredibly proud of this cover I made for a project so you guys have to look at it :3

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[starswallowingsea]

i know its normal to like. tell your parents that you're moving and got a new job but why do i feel like i have to ask permission to fucking. apply for jobs outside of michigan

[mimicteruyo]

The next time I post a multichapter, odds are I won't have the penultimate draft of the entire thing on the ready. We'll be way closer to working chapter by chapter*, baby!

(*I won't start posting before I have a FUNCTIONAL draft of the entire thing because omg)

[starfall-isle]

I think one thing is like. I’ve really loved what I’ve drawn for Prime so far and I have been enjoying the show a lot but something about how it’s being released makes me feel dread over trying to get to it in a timely pace and like. I had so many plans around what I still wanted to make (and still will) but now that new episodes are releasing all at once I’m almost ashamed that I couldn’t get everything out in time bc I was just. Kind of burnt out and disinterested with the first chunk of episodes coming out all at once

[stillfruit]

i love not knowing if i'll ever be healthy again i love all of the time i've used to move my body become nothing i love spending my adulthood wasting away year after year for various reasons baby!

[keeps-ache]

'why are you wearing a sweater if you're so hot' my shirt tried to kill me last night 👍

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Okay crew. I have three hours to get out of my apartment and get going to my parents' house. I don't have to pack my mattress or get rid of my furniture anymore because my strong af girlfriend helped me take care of it. I just have to fit what I can into my van (not a lot) and abandon the rest. Then drive four hours. Wish me luck. I'll need it.

[daz4i]

girl i should kms just to spare the world from my brain. not bc it's hurting others or smth but bc it's literally so shitty that it actively makes the world worse