#definitely an arty day

[cat-n-rabbit]

"And our revenge will be absolute!" [[It's been like 2 years since I've last drawn Wagnas. This line and moment has been living rent free in my head since the trailer. ;u; Capturing Wagnas' intense look is so hard ... but I'm kinda proud of how this one turned out! ]]

[artisplatters]

Indulging in Media when you're Sad be like

I made a blank in case people feel similarly

[maroonless]

whats that waist so small for? Huh? So other men can grab it? Idiot

adonis hates wearing shirts but im positive without a doubt if he's told he HAS to he's gonna be wearing the most breathable and airy shit. he'd rather be caught dead than have to wear, god forbid, a normal shirt

i also know for a fact eventually day would lose some of that apprehension in pissing adonis off once he realizes the worst he'll do ISNT in fact leave, but just snark him. so he starts pulling shit like "Oooh, big stretch!". just to make up for a little bit of the agony that fuckass catboy puts him through

[thmollusk]

year two of me acquiring abandoned easter rabbits after people realize they’re a lot of responsibility and not just a toy. this year i upped my game and saw what i think is a baby flemish giant and chased him around until i was in some guy’s yard underneath his boat. anyway that sucker came home with me his name is artichoke

[loveinhawkins]

picturing Eddie first meeting Dustin and thinking yeah, he knows how this goes: he’ll be a larger than life, comical figure in this kid’s life for, like, not even a year before he leaves Hawkins High in the dust.

And sure, Dustin is, like, ridiculously endearing even when he’s being a cocky little shit in campaigns, and that suits Eddie just fine, ‘cause he can be a cocky little shit at the best of times, downright obnoxious really, he thinks—a part of him’s never outgrown the juvenile, no matter how many times he repeats senior year.

Plus Dustin is crazily good at solving riddles, so Eddie’s remaining months leading Hellfire are definitely gonna be a fun challenge.

Then March comes.

And Eddie’s shaking apart in a boathouse, seeing impossible, terrible things on a loop in his head, Chrissy, Chrissy, God no, please, and Dustin’s there, with a wisdom far beyond his years, calmly leading him out of the dark.

Eddie half expects it to be a trick, but no. Dustin Henderson believes him.

You don’t know me, Eddie wants to say.

But there’s a constant defiance in Dustin’s expression, even when he’s clearly trying to keep things light and breezy, there’s nothing to worry about! Like he’s just daring for Eddie to contradict him.

There’s something assured in how the kid does things, Eddie thinks. He can see how the years of all this shit have shaped him, have him flitting between maturity and earnestness: something born from a childhood that’s not been lost, just altered.

He watches Dustin walk with Steve Harrington in the woods—can read the shared history and fondness hidden in between layers of snark; they’re family, he knows that without a doubt.

What trips him up is that Dustin keeps looking back, keeps drawing him back into the group with complaints that he’s walking too slow, and his eyebrows are raised meaningfully, like he’s really saying that there’s room for Eddie here, too.

And Eddie doesn’t know how to convey the sudden gratitude he feels closing up his throat—feels too jittery still, too raw to do anything justice.

He keeps close when Dustin tears off through the woods, heart in his mouth as the night darkens, Dustin, can you slow down? Dustin!

He pulls Dustin back from the lake’s edge just in time, then feels Steve’s watchful eyes on him—spots a flicker of approval, like he’s passed some sort of test.

And that feeling only grows the longer he’s around Steve, lying through his teeth in The Upside Down, I don’t even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, and Steve’s giving him this knowing sideways glance, like maybe they’re something of the same; Eddie feels a sudden, unexpected rush of joy at the thought, dancing in and out of Steve’s space, still super jealous as hell, by the way.

“I told you, right?” Dustin says, grinning widely as Steve drives them out of Forest Hills at breakneck speed. “He’s awesome.”

And Eddie feels the fondness of his own smile, feels it right down to his core, because he gets that Dustin’s only being so forthcoming because Steve can’t hear him right now.

Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea.

It hits him then, while roughhousing with Dustin in the grass (a deliberate distraction, trying to make the kids forget about weapons and fire): that he’s never really been the kinda guy who people want to stick around, but now…

Now he’s starting to think that he could be.

Starts to imagine, starts to hope—and that’s huge, something that would’ve seemed impossible mere days ago—as he sees Robin and Nancy laughing at his antics, their weapon-making temporarily forgotten.

They like me, Eddie thinks with wonder, they really like me.

And he wants—sudden and fierce, with all he has—to change the world for them, to make it so Robin Buckley would just be spending spring break watching arty films, dreaming of Paris; so Nancy Wheeler would never need to hide guns in her bedroom, would never have to carry an unimaginable grief.

Steve looks over, too—his laugh carries across the field, and Eddie is caught by the warmth in his eyes; even as Dustin manages to playfully tackle him, he’s still thinking of Steve, and maybe, maybe…

The lightness fades as they go over the plan, but not the emotion: Eddie keeps that tucked away, safe, a promise to himself.

“Uh, are you sure about this?” he says in an undertone to Steve, when it’s first revealed that it’s him and Dustin paired up together.

Steve’s eyes are apologetic, “Sorry, man, I’ve tried every—if there was a way to just, like, sit it out, I’d have—”

“No,” Eddie says urgently, “I mean…” And he points at himself before nodding discreetly to where Dustin is—currently talking up a storm with Erica, something about vents that he can’t make sense of.

“Are you sure?” Eddie presses, trying to put all he’s not saying into the question, I can see how much that kid means to you, I’ve known him, like, six months, Harrington, that’s nothing, why, why do you—

Steve shakes his head. A little smile breaks through his concern. “Yeah, of course,” he says, like it’s nothing.

But Eddie can feel the weight of it. A passing of the torch.

And he doesn’t know how to put what he’s feeling into words: that, apart from Wayne, he’s never really allowed people in, never allowed them to matter like this.

As they drive back to the Creel House, as time runs out and nerves build, he tries to show everything he can’t say; he helps Nancy take stock of supplies, offers Robin his shoulder so she can sleep, and he knows that’s not enough, barely scratches the surface, but it’s all he’s got.

He sits in the back of the RV, watches Steve, tense and silent in the driver’s seat, and knows with certainty what his mission is: get Dustin Henderson safely back home.

And no, Eddie doesn’t know how any of this is gonna go.

But he can hope.

He can try.

[artssslut2]

Moving Along

Art Donaldson x Reader

Summary: You and art bought your first house together and some other big things happen.

You stood on one side of the unmade bed looking across at your boyfriend who was still half asleep trying to help you make the bed.

“Can we just stay in bed all day” Art pouted looking too cute with his bed head and blue eyes.

“Art we have so much to do still, we’ve done nothing all week” you laughed, you and Art had just bought your first home together. You had lived together for a while though, you two would always sleep in each other’s dorm rooms, then when Art graduated and you went into grad school you rented a small apartment together. But now you were both ready for something bigger. You had recently completed law school and we’re working a good corporate job, and Arts status was moving up very fast. It wasn’t a huge mansion by any means just a little two bedroom two bathroom house in California surrounded by palm trees and beautiful greenery. You would stay until you outgrew the cute little starter home. Both you and Art have had many conversations about the future, it was obvious your guys were endgame, you knew he was going to purpose soon, you both knew.

Later on Art was hanging up photos in the hallway leading to both bedrooms, his gym shorts hung low on his hips, you watched his back muscles move and contract, you were unpacking dishes in the kitchen. You walked over and wrapped your arms around his bare stomach and chest.

“I love our house” you said into his shoulder, he flipped in your arms so he could face you

“Me too baby, how do you pictures looks?” He asked then kissed your forehead

“They almost look as good as you do working on the house” you said flirting with your boyfriend he chuckled and playfully grabbed your ass.

“The second room will be such a good nursery don’t you think?” He asked you slightly smirking,

“A Nursery?” You questioned, you and art had talked about having kids many times, you both wanted a family and couldn’t wait to have kids, but you didn’t think that would happen for a while, definitely not until you were married.

“Mhm” he hummed “We can paint the walls and build a crib, fill the whole room with toys” he told you taking your hand and walking into the empty room, it was no secret that art really wanted a baby, he’d always stop you when you’d see a baby on the street, or see a cute outfit.

“Hm did you check with Patrick because I think he thinks it’s his room” you asked only half kidding

“He’ll be okay, maybe we can do bunk beds” he suggested

“So when are you planning on this baby happening then mister”

“Well soon, after we get Married, so after I purpose” he informed you confidently, you blushed

“So when’s that gonna happen Artie?” You titled your head giving him Attitude, Art laughed pulling you into him

“Nice try babe, can’t tell you that though” he started walking out “Soon though” he said throwing one hand in the air. You smiled to yourself thinking about the future. You were so content with your life right now you and Art were getting older making a reality of the plans you would make in Arts tiny dorm room.

You and Art unpacked and organized and decorated all day long and you were both exhausted and very happy with your new home and how it was coming together. Art insisted that you guys go to dinner to celebrate this step in your relationship. It didn’t take much convincing from him you loved going on dates with Art, the fire in your relationship never died every date had the same excitement the first date had. Art took you to a restaurant right by the ocean you two sat outside talking about all the things you normally talked about plus some new stuff regarding your house. You had no idea how Art was going to purpose, he definitely teased you and would kneel to tie his shoe but make it seem like he could be purposing. You tried to put the idea out of your head you knew it would happen you were just eager to spend the rest of your life with him.

When you got home from dinner it was still slightly light out the sun was setting and was almost all the way down creating a beautiful sunset. You went to the bathroom and Art went out to your patio. He turned on the string light he had hung earlier. It was an adorable little backyard big enough for some patio furniture a hammock and maybe a small play set later on. If Art was being honest he thought about purposing to you 24/7 he finally got his grandmas engagement back from the jewelers and was carrying it around for almost a week waiting for a good moment. You walked out to meet him on the patio, he stood behind you wrapping his strong arms around you, sitting in comfortable silence for a minute

“We can put a play set over there you know” Art hummed imagining a little version of you and him playing in their yard.

“Your doing all this baby talk, you know you gotta put a ring on it first Donaldson” you teased. Art knew this was his moment, he unwrapped his arm and grabbed the small box out of his pocket kneeing down. Before you could realize what he was doing you turned around to see why he let go of you. There he was on one knee holding a velvet box out with both hands.

“Then will you marry me?” He asked in a soft tone of voice looking at your like you were his everything. He didn’t say anything else, he didn’t need too. You were so surprised you immediately squealed and got down to his level, you didn’t even look at the ring because it didn’t matter you would say yes no matter what. You grabbed his face with both hands with tears welling in both yours and his eyes

“Yes, Yes, Yes of course” you practically screamed throwing yourself into his arms. He wrapped you in his arms and you both laughed. Then you kissed, not like you had ever kissed before. There was so much joy and passion in this kiss you saw fireworks. He pulled away from the hug and slid the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly and it was beautiful.

“It was my grandmothers” Art said as you wiped a tear from his Cheek your breath hitched in your throat and you smiled. You had known arts grandmother, she died about a year into your relationship. Art was heartbroken it was the first time you had seen him really upset, he was very close with her. Giving you this ring meant the world to him and you knew it. Tears fell down your face as you smiled pressing your forehead to his.

“It’s perfect” you whispered looking down at the ring, He looked at it too feeling how full is heart felt,

“I’ve been stealing your rings so that I could get it resized” he confessed, you laughed wholeheartedly

“I thought I lost those in the move I can’t believe you!” You laughed and so did he.

You realized the sun was fully set now and the lights were the only thing that let you see anything. It was beautiful.

You and your now fiancé sat on the patio lounge couch in each others arms, you were both quiet enjoying the beautiful night still in disbelief.

“You better call Patrick and tell him, you know he doesn’t like being left out” you laughed looking up at Art, he glanced at you smiling

“He’s already on his way with champagne” art admitted and you both laughed.

About ten minutes later you heard Patrick ringing the doorbell over and over again Art ran to the door and you followed

“HEYYYYYY” Patrick yelled nearly jumping into Arts arms. Him and Art laughed and hugged. Patrick loved you, when he first met you it was touch and go he was really protective of his best friend. But as he got to know you and you proved that you loved Art as much as he did he warmed up to you. It sort of felt like Patrick was you and Arts first son. You guys took care of him more than anyone else in his life ever did.

“Welcome to the family!” Patrick joked coming over to you pulling you in for a big bear hug still holding two bottles of champagne. Art smiled watching his two favorite people get along so well. Patrick was overjoyed for you both, he knew how much Art loved you and how long he waited for this.

“My little guy finally grew the balls to ask you to marry him I can’t believe it!” He said ruffling Arts shaggy blonde hair. “Now lemme see old Lilian’s ring” he exclaimed. Patrick was also close with Arts Grandmother, even though she thought he was a bad influence on her “little Arthur” she was the only one who called him Arthur, it always made you chuckle hearing it.

You Art and Patrick sat in your half set up living room drinking champagne from the bottle

“Pat, how are things going with you and y/f/n” you asked Patrick, a few months ago you had introduced Patrick and your friend. You had noticed how alike they were, both party animals who were stubborn but very sweet deep down. Patrick would never admit it but he was ready to settle down, he didn’t want ten girls anymore he wanted one. He was ready for something special, like you and Art had.

“Uhh… good” Patrick blushed trying to hide his growing smile,

“Yeah?” Art smiled, not used to seeing his friend like this,

“Yeah. Great actually. Things are great” Patrick smiled shyly. This was the most he’s said about her. You guys knew him though, he was in love, maybe for the first time.

The rest of the night the three of you drank champagne and talked for hours before Patrick left. Then of course you and Art celebrated alone.

[zweighigh]

nice perfect angel boy art, who is such a gentleman, just finally getting so fucking fed up with you. he's been vying for your attention for months and youve been breadcrumbing him. it's fun to mess around and to know that at the end of the day, he'll still be there waiting for his turn.

but one day after he sees you flirting with a classmate of yours at a coffee shop--he just flips a switch.

you hook up with him most wednesdays, and this wednesday is no different. except when you get to his apartment and you start kissing him, sweet artie is gone :(((((( he's grabbing your jaw and pushing you to your knees and using you :(( picking you back up to fuck you pronebone and you're moaning so loud and he tells you to shut up. spits on you.

you dont know what happened but youre not mad <3

You liked the attention he gave you, but didn’t want the commitment, it was just too much for you, so you decided to only fuck him, no attachments, no strings.

He was fed up, he gave and gave and gave and didn’t seem to get anything in return, he was so nice to you too, opening doors, paying for food, making sure you came hard every time.

And when he found you flirting with some asshole from your class, he just couldn’t take it anymore, it was a Wednesday, he just had to wait until you finished your classes to show you, he spent the whole day pent up, sporting a semi whenever the thought of what he was going to do to you crossed his mind.

It was finally 9:00 pm and you came waltzing into his apartment, like you owned the place, you walked into his room only to find him sitting on the edge of his bed, he looked at you but didn’t say anything, you found it a bit weird but didn’t pay much mind to it, maybe he was just stressed.

So when you sat on his lap and started peppering his lips and neck with sweet kisses, and he flipped you over, told you to open your mouth, and then spat on your mouth, you were obviously taken by surprise, but you weren’t exactly disgusted by it.

He talked about “you’re such a slut” “flirting with anyone” “fucking slut” his words warsh in comparison to how he mewled them in your ear, voice sweet like honey, he tore your panties apart, such a nice pair too, but that was all forgotten when he slid inside your cunt, rough hands grabbing at your hips in a way that would definitely leave bruises behind.

He fucked you hard and rough, unlike all the other times in wich he was sweet and soft, the only sounds in the room were those of your loud, drawn out moans and skin slapping against skin.

He mumbled into your neck, words of “sick of being all nice to you” “you don’t even deserve it, fucking slut” and then, he pulled out, you whined, but he flipped you on your stomach, one arm pinning your back to the bed while his other hand lifted your hips, your ass facing up, and he went back to ramming into you with no mercy.

Each time he thrusted into you was like having the air pushed out of your lungs, loud moans and cries stung your throat as they came out, and Art wasn’t quiet either, groans and grunts coming out of his mouth, different to the little whimpers and almost girly moans he always gave you.

After what seemed like forever, his thrusts started getting sloppier, he rolled his hips against you, rutting into your tight pussy, he leaned over you, hooked one strong arm around your neck and lifted your head up to look at your face when you came, hard and clenching around his cock, he came too, the strangling of your cunt on his dick too much for him, he shoot thick ropes of warm cum inside of you, and when he pulled out, it dripped down your thighs, he spat on your pussy, muttering something you couldn’t make out in your fucked out haze, he got up to the bathroom and stayed there, leaving you feeling used.

Maybe you needed to make him mad more often.

[yeahtimesten]

a playlist for art donaldson ✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

a cute lil playlist for artie bae :3 this is what i think the vibes would be in a relationship with him. it’s a lil cutesie, cheeky, vintage, and sickeningly sweet

hello it’s me - todd rundgren think of me you know that i’d be with you if i could i'll come around to see you once in a while or if i ever need a reason to smile and spend the night if you think i should

touch tank - quinnie he’s so pretty when he goes down on me gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry

steeeam - shelly touch me the right way baby and i’ll do it again i’ll do it again

sara smile - daryl hall & john oats when i feel cold, you warm me and when i feel i can’t go on you come and hold me it’s you and me forever

la la love you - pixies all i’m saying, pretty baby la la love you don’t mean maybe

cape cod kwassa kwassa - vampire weekend is your bed made? is your sweater on? do you wanna fuck? like you know i do

to know him is to love him - amy winehouse and i do, and i do, and i do oh, i'll be good to him, ill bring joy to him oh, everyone says there’ll come a day where ill walk alongside of him

sweet - cigarettes after sex it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me though we don’t need to say it to each other, sweet knowing that i love you, and running my fingers through your hair it’s so sweet

real love baby - father john misty i want a real love, baby there’s a world inside me got the key, just use it, just if for a minute

this must be the place - talking heads out of all those kinds of people you’ve got a face with a view i’m just an animal looking for a home and share the same space for a minute or two

i live for you - george harrison all this time my thoughts return to you give my love, that’s all i can do wait in line til i feel you inside yes it’s true, i live for you

there is a light that never goes out - the smiths take me out tonight oh, take me anywhere i don’t care, i don’t care, i don’t care

harvest moon - neil young because i’m still in love with you i wanna see you dance again because i'm still in love with you on this harvest moon

bed chem - sabrina carpenter where art thou? why not uponeth me? see it in my mind let’s fulfill the prophecy

bodyclosetomine - bones first time i met you your beauty almost made me pine now all i want is your body close to mine i swear on everything, i will do you right

our house - crosby, stills, nash, & young staring at the fire for hours and hours while i listen to you play your love songs all night long, for me, only for me

a/n - yayyyy i hope you guys fuck with this vibe!! lots of song on this list that are coming from his point of view. sara smile is definitely him when he’s had a rough day at practice or is stressed about finals or going thru insecure thoughts and he just neeeeeds you with him in bed stroking his hair ;-; or ur having a bad day and he’s just reassuring you how much he loves you and needs you and wants to see u smile

[lyss-butterscotch]

Headcanon timescale, timeline and cycle [Description under cut - Do tell if I miss anything or if you have different HCs] [STILL VERY OPEN FOR CORRECTIONS]

Timeline

Timestamps that are canonically in the game are written red while headcanon timestamps are written in blue

Date format is solenear.cycle (SSSS.CCC)

SOLENEAR IS A MADE UP TIME UNIT

I made solenear 20 years because 20 years is roughly 1040 weeks which is close to 999 weeks/cycles

This is assuming all RW creatures live WAY longer than normal creatures or just scaled for convinience

Again this is all speculations and headcanons

Solenear 1400 - 1500

[1404] Void Fluid revolution happened in roughly 1400 because Moon said her creators' ancestors were the one who started it. [Vanilla_Subterranean_Teal Pearl]

SOS, LTTM, CW, SRS, and NSH's creation time are purely headcanon

Solenear 1500 - 1600

UI and FP's creation time are purely headcanon

[1525] I assumed that as soon as Pebbles was active, they took a few cycles to make sure Pebbles was operational before moving.

[1539] Because of the shrinking population during Pebbles' time [Vanilla_The Exterior_Ashy Green Pearl], i assumed either the Ancients stopped making iterators all together and/or abandoned unfinished iterators at some point.

[1560] I assume triple affirmative was after mass ascension as a headcanon just to make things easier since there's nothing on this (unless i missed something)

[1583] Sig has made slugcat(s) before since Suns learned from him when creating SM [Broadcast_Sending Information_White]

[1591] SM had delivered a pearl to Pebbles once before the ingame SM campaign [Broadcast_Sturdy Creature_Gray]. I assume this is THE golden pearl. So Suns probably started making SM sometime after the bug maze convo

Solenear 1600 - 1700

[1630] Headcanon scug creation takes 5 - 10 solens and SM was suns' 7th experiment [Broadcast_A Name_White] so SM probably finished at around 30 - 40 solens.

[1654] Moon's broadcast at cycle 110 states that Pebbles started using more water 2 cycles ago so probably at cycle 108 [Vanilla_Sky Islands 4_Pearl]

[1654] I assume that Sig started Hunter's creation when Moon resorted to forced broadcast because then he knew Moon is in really bad conditions

[1656] UI leaking Pebbles' rot happened before SM's 2nd campaign because Suns and Sig were talking about it during that 2nd campaign [Broadcast_Humiliated_Grey]

[1658] Moon's collapse and Artificer campaign overlaps because Moon is inaccessable and her waterfront facility is intact during Arti. But Moon is accessible and her waterfront has decayed during Hunter (thanks Res)

[1668] Hunter taking longer for Sig to make because of decaying equipment [Vanilla_Red stomach_Aquamarine Pearl] and only took a cycle before sending Hunter out (Rushing with examinations and missed the faulty rot genes)

[1668] Gourmand and Hunter campaign happened very close to each other because of what Moon said about her 'last visitor'

Solenear 1700 - 1800

Rivulet campaign timestamp is purely headcanon

[1732] Iirc it started snowing when you take the rarefaction cell from Pebbles

Pebbles' collapse timestamp is purely headcanon

Solenear 1800 - 1900

I assume that other iterators would last twice as long as Pebbles if they don't have the rot so they start collapsing/failing naturally during this time

Solenear 1900 - 2000

Saint campaign timestamp is purely head canon

Cycle

One cycle is one normal week that consists of 7 days

Each day the rain increases in duration and intensity to the point it takes up the entire day or becomes strong enough to kill

So creatures CAN live through rain and make it to the next day until the rain becomes too strong to ignore and be forced to hibernate

Rain resets each cycle

Iirc your rain counter lights up when you're halfway in a cycle. I imagine this is when the rain starts to hurt

Tremors happen when the next rain will DEFINITELY kill

[animebw]

You know, summer usually ends up being the most barren anime season of the year.

That is definitely not the case this time.

MUST-WATCH

Mayonaka Punch: The director of Ya Boi Kongming is back with a show about lesbian vampire Youtubers. Need I say more?

Days With My Stepsister: Don't be fooled by the title: this is actually a very contemplative, serene series exploring the complexities of family. The stuff it's doing with light and shadow has my brain on fire.

Monogatari Series OFF and Monster Season: The ultimate problematic fave is back, and it's just as spectacular as ever.

The Elusive Samurai: Dear lord, this is the most beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on.

Too Many Losing Heroines: Screwball comedy at its finest. The first episode had me cackling from start to finish.

Shoshimin Series: When a show manages to gut-punch me with strawberry tarts in the very first episode, I know it's operating on another level.

RUNNERS-UP

Oshi no Ko Season 2: god dammit why is this show actually good now

My Deer Friend Nokotan: Shikanoko nokonoko noshikankan shikanoko nokonoko noshikankan shikanoko nokon

Twilight Out of Focus: Always down for more good BL, though be warned it dives headfirst into themes of abuse and pedophilia, so come in prepared.

Senpai is an Otokonoko: Really with the production was better on this was cause the trans narrative at its core is so fucking good so far.

Bye Bye Earth: Thank the gods for classic anime fantasy.

Arti- My Dear Moments: An actual good Key adaptation in this day and age? I never thought the day would come again...

WORTH A LOOK

Narenare: Cheer For You: Incredibly vapid first episode, though the art direction is unique enough I'll probably stick with it a little longer to see if it gets better.

Sakuna: Of Rice and Ruin: This would be an easy recommend in a less packed season, but if you must let one good show slip through the cracks, make it this one.

ON THIN ICE

Tower of God Season 2: I'm willing to give it another shot, we'll see how long that lasts.

The Magical Girl and Evil Lieutenant Used to be Arch Enemies: The story behind this anime's existence is way more interesting than the anime itself.

Suicide Squad Isekai: Tappei Nagatsuki, my guy, what are you even doing?

[ask-the-splitmind-au]

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Artificer

-She/They

-Five Pebbles lives in her head

-Aggressive and Prickly lil gal

-She's tried to ascend once and almost discovered echohood

-Dating the scavenger chieftain

Hunter

-He/She

-No Significant Harassment is doing significant harassment

-Sorta chill, but passionate

-Sig cured the rot before he put his consciousness in her

-Dating Inv

Spearmaster

-They/It

-Seven Red Suns is existing

-Tired, Anxious, and can be Snappy at times

-Suns is regretting making their messenger so weird

Rivulet

-She/Her

-Looks to the Moon vibes in her mind

-Hyperactive and easily excitable, also emotional

-Prone to anxiety, actually

-She's actually the one who saved Arti and Febbles from being echo'd

Saint

-He/It's

-Sliver of Straw is being a problem

-Really relaxed, but somehow also the most distant mf you will meet

-Constantly fighting Sliver in his mind because she's mildly evil

-So far, has ascended twice (Saint is stuck in a loop, not echoing, though it does gain echo attributes when he tries)

Thank you all for the asks you sent! I'm finishing what I was sent, but Sliver is once again not open for asks. She will be back though, eventually!

Ranger

-He/Him

-Unparalleled Innocence is his 'imaginary friend'

-For being as young as he is, he's actually pretty mature and cool-headed

-Survivor and Monk's little sibling, though he hasn't seen them after the day he lost them.

-Artificer has basically adopted him

Gourmand

-He/Him

-Grey Wind and him get along really well

-CHONKY BOI (Wind does not like being so heavy and slow)

-Knows that Sliver is in Saint's mind, doesn't feel the need to mention it

-Sorta crushing on Saint, it used to be a definite one but since Saint's been so distant he's re-evaluating his choices.

[geewaysgreendayhoodie]

please decorate my tree

name's zero or arthropod (artie)

pronouns are flexible but it is my favorite!

identity is hard but i'm definitely queer

i'm 16

i have a gargoyle gecko named medical malpractice

@thelunarsystemwrites is my romantic partner!

i'm aspec and poly

the only person i belive loves me is my qpp @silly-lil-scribbles

i'm canadian and speak french fluently

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my favorite bands/artists in no particular order are mcr, green day, tx2, gerard way, girl in red, the cure, the beatles, queen and jazz emu

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please dm or send me asks, i only bite affectionately

i am physically disabled

i have an ao3 now! z3r0z3r0

[babygirlboeser]

https://www.tumblr.com/babygirlboeser/753303698313248768/in-a-bedsy-rempe-vange-arty-mood

okay what do you think each of their love languages would be

- luke anon

OOOOH this is fun. can u have multiple? i don’t really know a lot about the different love languages but i’m gonna try bcuz i love this question.

rempe is definitely physical touch. loves loves loves holding you. loves your morning cuddles. loves random nap cuddles. loves having you lay on his chest while u fall asleep. always has a hand on ur thigh in the car. just always needs to be close to u🥲🥲🥲 if he’s had a rough day the one thing that always makes him feel better is laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat while you play with his hair and kiss his head, mumbling sweet nothings to him. he’s a big teddy bear and needs his cuddles and kisses :(

bedsy is a bit of everything? as for what he needs from you, i feel like words of affirmation is his main love language. random compliments and praise from you make him so happy. he gets all cute and blushy and gets butterflies when you compliment him or praise him (especially during sexy times. he can be SO blushy and shy) kind words, communication, approval and support from you are what make him feel appreciated and supported and cared for. it also makes him really happy when you come to his games, knowing that you’re there supporting him makes him feel loved. your relationship means the world to him, and his career is also so important to him and he really appreciates reassurance that you support him, and are sticking by him no matter what. as for how he shows his love, he’s an awkward lil guy and doesn’t always know how to express his feelings verbally so acts of service is a big thing for him. doing whatever random little things he can to help you out and show you he cares. he’s also big on physical touch, you both feel so safe and loved when you’re wrapped up in each others arms. every night you cuddle so close and give each other lots of sweet little kisses. it’s a way you can both show your love without having to say anything.

arty is quality time. he loves taking you on dates, trying new hobbies with you, learning new things together or teaching each other random stuff, just any way that he can spend time with you really. he’s generally a quiet guy but once you get closer and he gets more comfortable he’ll open up, and he loves how you two can just talk for hours on end, giving each other undivided attention. whether it’s deep conversations or just whatever random crap comes to mind, he loves that you actually want to listen to him ramble, spend time with him, and pay him attention. he loves the sound of your voice and would love learning new things about you. this man would just never get tired of your company and adores spending time with you. sometimes you don’t even have to interact, even just being together at home while you read or watch tv or cuddle or whatever makes him happy. he just wants to be near you. he’s a quiet shy lil guy, and just being together in comfortable silence can make him so happy. he just likes being close to his girl. i feel like he would also get you gifts all the time to show his love, if he ever saw some random little thing he thought you might like, he would buy it. it makes you so happy, just the fact that he looked at something and immediately thought of you and thought ‘she would like this’ warms your heart. also a touch of words of affirmation for him. after a loss everyone wants to blame the goalie, and he worries that you’ll be disappointed in him. you like to have him snuggle up to you or lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair and tell him you’ll always be proud of him as long as he’s trying his best, which you know he always is. you could never be disappointed in him and it hurts your heart that he even thinks like that.

vange is quality time. you would plan the cutest little dates together, go new places together, etc. he would just love spending time with you and trying new things. one of your fave things to do is cook together and try new recipes even if you fail, you guys would be laughing so hard and making such a mess and it would be so fun. he also loves when you travel with him on away games because he gets so excited to drag you around showing you his favourite places in every city.

(sorry this took a while to post i wrote half of it then accidentally forgot about it for like 4 hours)

[literallyjusttoa]

ANSWER AND YE SHALL RECEIVE. [sounds of me shifting gears into artemis brainrot mode]

artemis likes to be the same height or smaller than her hunters so they aren't afraid of her, but this does mean she gets annoyed whenever apollo visits because she uses him as an armrest. when they're alone she shifts to be his height

not an artemis hc but i feel like leto was the one that made the first silver parka that the hunters wear !!! artemis didn't take it off for weeks, even for meetings. "u cant make me take it off or i'll scream"

artemis has freckles. idc she does i love giving freckles to characters and she is definitely not the exception. she has less than apollo ofc but he still has em

artemis is kind of really, really terrified of hera. like apollo is too but he didn't literally get his ass beat by her during the iliad and she's kept that fear from her ever since, and hera reminds her of it sometimes because she doesn't really like artemis + so she remembers her place

artemis's back aches a lot from being under the sky for a whole ass WEEK. like she stayed under there longer than percy and annabeth combined idc!! she was really scared about this at first since pain isn't really a thing she knows bc she's a goddess, and she ran to leto when it first happened. her, apollo, leto and artemis spent the day together, it's one of her favourites to look back on

she gave a yellow parka to apollo for his birthday you can fight me on this

apollo calls her artie whenever he can get away with it "hey apollo" "heyyy artieee" "DO NOT"

mortal artemis (who i'll call leslie bc i'm attached to that name help) has a silver ring around her pupil (lester has a golden one around his, it makes it look like an eclipse)

her brother is the fashionista sibling. she's not. just a parka and some jeans or sweats, thanks

artemis really wasn't the same for a while after zoë died. she'd lost her best friend after apollo, her biggest confidant. often, she just thinks, if i'd been just been smarter, i wouldn't have gotten captured at all. if i'd just been faster, i could've avoided this. apollo tries to help when he can, but he's far too familiar with grief, and he doesn't know what he can do to help. she stares up at the sky a lot, looking at the sky, watching all the hunters she's lost lighten up the sky, and sometimes her gaze catches on callisto or orion.

she has a soft spot for owls and bats, considering they have a special relationship with the moon

has not processed her grief and emotions for over 3000+ years. in desperate need of counseling

I'm so sorry it took me like 3 months to answer this I swear I read it the day you sent it to me and loved it all so much.

Like, matching parkas?? And the silver parka was made by Leto??? Yes I agree and love. And yeah Artemis definitely just picks whatever is most comfortable and Apollo cries about it inside. Last line is so true as well.

[kakyogay]

silly image redraws <3

when I draw (color) caterators they will always be almost entirely be inkyflowercrown's designs with a few changed bits for funkyness and easy drawing. My brain isn't silly enough to come up with cool stuff on my own and the designs just go hard so :))))

modernerators <3

I used a tik tok filter to decide whether or not sliver should be alive or nah in the au and it chose alive so thank tik tok ig

Pebbles would definitely wear and re-wear basic shit around the house. Also he'd prolly spend days on his pc working. The only thing stopping him from spending entire nights awake is arti. Like she probably knows how to turn off his alarm clock so he could get more sleep. obviously he'd be mad but arti doesn't care.

My dumb little shitheads are joining the au because I said so.

[collywobbles-n-whatnot]

Extra extra! Arthur x Reader: part 1

Tabloid Journalist! Undercover! Reader x Old money! Yandere! Tutor

“What are your socials?” He thumbs through his phone as he waits for you to pack up, rather impatiently. Arthur had been tutoring you for the last hour or two. While he started with just English it was clear after a couple sessions that your math, history, science, and- well pretty much everything needed a spruce up. The idea of someone under his tutelage looking that dumb under his care ground his gears. So now the study sessions lasted hours for most days of the week. 

“You getting soft on me Artie? What happened to- This is just tutoring. I’m not your friend and I never will be,” You made your voice nasally and pushed up some imaginary glasses. 

“And we won’t be. I just want your instagram,” He rolls his eyes and subconsciously adjusts his very real glasses. You were everything he detested in most people his age. You had no manners, you didn’t take much of anything seriously, you were all play and no work. Or so he thought. The longer the two of you spent time with one another he realized maybe the things he thought were common were actually quite… good. 

“I don’t have one. I don’t have any social media actually. I find life more zen without them,” You shrug and sling your bag over your shoulder. 

“Pretentious, but alright.” 

“Oh, I do not want to hear that from you. Mr. I only read classic literature and drink plain hot black tea,” the empty library and setting sun added to the pressure of getting going, “Can you watch my things real quick actually. I have to run to the bathroom before I skedattle.”

“Got a hot date?” He leaned back on the hind legs of his chair. The question left a bitter taste in his mouth but it was entirely plausible. You shouldn’t be focusing on dates with the state of your grades but you weren’t unattractive. It wouldn’t surprise him if you were asked out by some of the jackasses he sees hanging all over you upon occasion. Maybe if you shared socials he can keep tabs and make sure you’re putting your energy in the right activities. 

“No, I just have dinner with Professor Lysander a couple nights a week in town. A home cooked meal beats the cafeteria any day,” The school cafeteria was nothing to sniff at. Five star chefs catered every meal of the day and even snacks. There was always something about home cooked meals though, growing up with family dinners you were elated to finally be rid of them as an adult, but as it turns out it just wasn’t the same without them. You try and not let on just how urgent the whole bathroom thing was weighing on you but you definitely wanted to finish this conversation quickly. Arthur pulled a disgusted face that just screamed ‘Egads! How uncouth!’ In that posh accent of his. 

“At his house? That’s a bit inappropriate, don’t you think? What if he’s some kind of closet psycho?” He let his chair fall back into place with a muted thud. 

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll be right back,” you waved him off absentmindedly and subtly sped off to the restroom. Arthur scoffed and eyed your bag sitting where you sat in your stead. He looked around to see if there was anyone else around before flipping it open and peering inside, your pins jingled softly with the motion.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. There were books, pens, pads, and a tube of lipgloss. The pockets however were also full. Keys, gum, and… a camera. Cameras were strictly forbidden on campus, this college was as close to a secret at you could get and the staff intended to keep it that way. A loud buzz made him nearly jump out of his chair, he put everything back in your bag and looked for the source of the noise. Your phone’s Lock Screen was aglow with notifications. While the content was hidden on the standby screen, the apps were clear as day. Instagram, Snapchat, BeReal, even Pinterest. Did you seriously not want him to follow you that badly? 

The sound of your heels clicked and he leaned back in his chair, forcing a casual posture. “Thanks, for watching my stuff and thanks again for tutoring. You might be an asshole but you aren’t a half bad teacher,” You picked up your bag once more and gestured to the door. 

“Yeah, sure, fine,” he waved his hand dismissively, “I’m going with you to Lysander’s. If there isn’t anything weird going on, surly the invitation is open to all his students,” his hand just barely ghosted the small of your back as you both left the library. 

“Okay, I don’t see why not. Whatever helps you sleep at night man. I hope you like quiche,” You shrugged.