#close enough...? 🤔

[retquits]

+ bonus real self vs. stardew portrait!! 🌟

[willowser]

sometimes i get the very strong urge to write a comes back ??? fic for bakugou but the more i think about it, the more i realize how emotionally taxing and honestly horrifying it would be.

you and bakugou spend a few years in that weird will-they-won't-they stage before you officially start seeing each other seriously, and then it takes some time to adjust to having a pro-hero for a partner — so it's not always easy. until the time goes by and you have a break up scare or two and things finally level out, and you figure out how to talk to each other and you fall into the beautifully warm comfort of just being together, in love.

and then he fucking dies. in a heart-explodey, blind-in-one-eye kind of way.

the two years that follow are just — time passing, like pages in a chapter you can't understand the words to. you know grief in a way you never could have comprehended before, you wonder what it's all for and how you'll go on. you're angry at him for sacrificing his stupid life and angry at the world for taking him from you, but you're so deeply, down to your bones, heartbroken over losing him.

and you're not the only one; more than any of his friends that you see, deku is the one who is there for you the most. calls you daily and pulls you out of bed, makes sure you eat because he knows that's what kacchan would want. lovingly flings out a few gruff insults that make you laugh until you're both crying in your kitchen. it means something, maybe, that you both can just mourn in the presence of one another, without judgement or care.

your relationship gets a little — dependent. not romantic, at least not for you, but it's like you need the other person for the bits of bakugou they hold that you don't. the memories and the laughs and the bad times as well as the good. the secrets katsuki would never tell you, and the tenderness izuku was never shown.

it never gets easier. every day is just another day. if you think about it for too long, it all comes crumbling down. you're almost having to disassociate through your life just to make it, and that's hard when the whole city mourns him, too. but you do it. every single day, even on the worst of them.

izuku calls you a little more than two years after, in the middle of the night.

sounding way too awake and out of breathe, though you don't think that's necessarily out of the ordinary, considering his profession. he's a very hyper-fixation kind of guy; you can only imagine what hobby he's picked up and also mastered in the last 48 hours.

he asks if he can come pick you up from your apartment because he "needs to show you something important" and you agree, even if it doesn't feel like it usually does, when the nights are long and you both need someone to talk to. this feels — urgent. a bit worrisome.

you don't know where he takes you, but he's quiet the whole way there. in an old sweater, hair mussed, bags under his eyes like he really hasn't slept in the last 48 hours.

("stupid flighty fucker," katsuki would say, sometimes, when the weight of the world was weighing too heavily on the number one hero's shoulders, and even if he would huff and puff and grit his teeth, you'd notice him checking his phone more often than usual. taking every phone call that came without hesitation.)

you almost want to tell izuku that, in the car, because that's what you do, that's how you've kept him alive between the two of you; kacchan would make a point to tell you that's not how generators work, in the shitty horror film you and deku go see, that kacchan wouldn't dare sit through.

("no, he would," you argue, solemn as the lights in the theater warm back to life, as it empties. "he would."

and after a long, heavy beat, izuku would agree. "yeah. he would.")

izuku brings you somewhere that's too clinical to be as quiet and as dark as it is: inside, the walls and floors are sterile with anti-septic but the lights are off, in every hallway. the only visibility comes from a small lamp that's in a lobby of sorts, and there is a small handful of people you don't know, at all, already there. waiting.

you say his name in a small, concerned question, and when he takes both his hands in yours, they're warm and too wide and sweaty. his eyes glow, but in a way you don't recognize. everything he says to you is — gibberish, a mish-mash of worry and half-sentences and all the warning bells are going off in your head.

"y-you can't freak out, okay? you have to—i can explain all this when...when the time is right."

"you said that you would give anything to have kacchan back, remember? you said—you would do anything."

"i know this sounds—i know how this sounds, okay? but nothing is impossible!"

"i just need you to trust me."

and up until now, you had no reason not to. but you're not sure when he slept last, or even when he ate last, or why he's muttering things about his quirk, how he and katsuki are connected somehow, in ways he's not able to explain.

or why you can faintly hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor just beyond the only closer door in this wing of the hospital.

[napping-sapphic]

Anyway yearly reminder for all the perpetually cold girlies out there that i am a human furnace and i am ready and willing to warm you all up😤

[xiaoxingguang]

i love that the english version of rafayel is so... this cuz thats at least not what he said in the chinese audio

the english translations are very interesting because its def not a 1-to-1 but raf's really adds something to the character

[pearl-kite]

Oh shit I forgot to draw something so I could claim I arted this month, what should I speedpaint aaaa

[fantomette22]

Also kind of funny how people say i’m quite discreet and don’t talk a lot when i’m afraid i talk too much (maybe too loud or too fast) and afraid i ended up annoyed them. (Can smn explain pls xD)

anyway it’s late i apologize if it doesn’t make so much sense it is late)

[dandyshucks]

also i have acquired a second-hand rolling desk chair (no more wooden dining table chair YIPPEE) and it is old and in slight disrepair but OOOHH ITS MAKING SUCH A DIFFERENCE, i can actually sit at my desk comfortably to work on things,,,, sewing the plush dolls is going to be so much easier now :3

[lancehenriksen]

I got to meet Lance in 2022 and had him sign my copy of near dark that he then called ugly and tried to give me a free one but he had accidentally lost all the near dark prints that the airport😭🤣. The next day he was more than willing to film a video for my best friend, and then on the last day of the con he saw me extremely hungover tying my shoe and said hello to me once more. He was so nice I genuinely hope to meet him again one day

Listen, I love this scruffy Lance akdhdjdjd

I’ve actually seen the video! I ran across it on Instagram once. That was so sweet of him to film it! I’ve been too shy to ask him to record anything for me- And also Cat (Kat?), his assistant (?) intimidates the fuck out of me. I’m glad he has a tough assistant to keep thing running well for him, but she’s so scary to me 😅

I super hope you get a chance to see him again! He’s such a sweetheart…

[inseparableduo]

ITS OFFICIALLY TWINS BIRTHDAY HELL YEAH!

[dragonbleps]

creating a character in a game's character creation as an artist is like "Ooh, this looks cool..... But would I wanna draw it.....?"

And as a writer: How would I write other characters interacting with this....?

[napping-sapphic]

hii💓 i’m curious, what kind of bracelets are you making?

Aw hi hi!! Sorry i missed this until now! Just some simple little hemp ones so nothing fancy!! They’re really quick and easy to make and it’s really relaxing so i always enjoy it :) plus you get Objects™️ out of it so definitely recommend it as a hobby lol😤

here’s a picture of some of the recent ones i’ve made and some old lesbian and trans flag inspired ones i made a while ago :)

[freepassbound]

1. Think of your three closest friends - would you have sex with any of them? Have you already?

2. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?

9. What’s your darkest fantasy?

11. Would you rather have sex on a beach, on a plane, or in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant?

(Did you notice there were 2 number 2s in this list? 😄)

1: No, and no.

2: On a bus, probably? (It was a charter bus taking students back to campus, maybe a third to a quarter full; nine-hour drive, mostly at night)

9: I'd say a total loss of autonomy - the "actually being their toy"-type ones.

11: I'd go with sex on a beach; on the rocks, though (or rather a big rock) - no one wants sand in their junk! 😂

(No, I did not. 😂)

[feralattentionwhore]

Any British touch starved gays want to have a sleepover where we just cuddle and do random shit we'd be doing on our own but with cuddles added?

[prettypleasewithplanktonontop]

June is pride month, but this year August is the month of the gays

[blujayonthewing]

so in Mel's campaign we recently found two casks of kraken ink, which can be used to poison a weapon or as spellbook ink, and the latter use allows you to choose for the damage dealt by any spell written with it to be lightning instead of whatever the usual damage type is

Mel also has a bunch of necromancy spell scrolls we found sealed in a vault of dangerous contraband under a temple to the raven queen, one of them being Negative Energy Flood:

and. man. I think this is spookier and darker than Melliwyk currently is as a person but I keep thinking about how fucking cool this would be reskinned to be lightning based; corpses raised to fight beyond death by electronic impulses firing through their nerves and muscles, twitching and jerking like macabre puppets, like automata made of flesh