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[saturnniidae]

Modern au Astrid who is absolutely terrible at sewing so, after many failed attempts, she begrudgingly goes to Hiccup and makes him sew band patches and stuff on her jackets and pants for her

[tmos-time]

All I got is a couple of dollars and uh a piece of gum would that be good for a small erisol doodle

crawls out of the hectic week woodwork to accept the toonie and gum. here have them both being stupid <3

[undersunnyy]

Hey guys! I'm okay now :))

Anyways, I think my art style changed to something better =>=

[eebygeebiez]

🩷💫💚

[karafina]

since you went away the days grow long, and soon i'll hear old winter's song 🎶

[jorrated]

I'm so tired of sonamy being ship teased in stuff

[supernovaa-remnant]

Ad Aeternum

Description:

Ad Aeternum: To Eternity "Like humanity finding life on Europa, he muses. Just as life is an inevitability wherever there is liquid water and heat, perhaps there's an inevitability about him and Dream, too."

Tags:

Rating: Teen Fandom: Dream SMP Relationships: Dream/Wilbur Soot, Dream & Wilbur Soot, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Wilbur Soot, Dream, JSchlatt, Karl Jacobs, George Not Found, Background & Cameo Characters

here she is!! my pride and joy, and the labor of my love: Ad Aeternum <3

[selfspinninglies]

tw: bright colors [like seriously I went crazy] blood/injuries [stylized] possible body horror [?]

Wanted to draw something quick so I could finish something digitally again and mostly focus on the colors so here's this ‼️ I like how it came out and it only took me a little over an hour so yayyy [reblog this please likes don't do anything thanks 👍]

[rintoorou]

omg bsd enjoyer?? i actually did not expect that. who r ur faves/any ships? ive been rly enjoying ur work so i js wanted to ask, do u have any plans on releasing bsd content? !!

I LOVE MY MAN DAZAI OSAMU SO MUCHHH 😭 like i just love his complexity as a character ?? i can't explain it but he's just so intriguing to me..... never talk to me abt beast!dazai bc i will sob

honestly i could not pick a fav ship bc they all hit hard differently ?? LOL but i have sm saved edits of soukoku (OFC)

HMM BSD CONTENT . like an smau or smth written? tbh i have sm made up scenarios in my head i just can't find the heart to write them bc i'm scared i won't do them justice 😭 but some day, dear anon... some day

[highoncatfood]

Methinks the teen Yomi in your au would listen to Mindless Self Indulgence

Especially It Gets Worse (but he would listen to nightcore versions) he's like "this is just like me fr" while sipping his cranberry juice

hm yea he probably would i can see that.. i have like. a playlist of songs i think both of them would associate with each other and their relationship, heres yomis side of it if ur curious

i probably would add msi to it but i dont rlly listen to them myself so yknow. i have one (1) of their songs in my yomi playlist tho

i find it extremely funny to imagine him listening to millionaires. guilty pleasure

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

https://www.tumblr.com/owwllly/742785430735437824/softgirlgonehaywire-staryukis-dollsuguru?source=share

Ah, but why do I feel as though as though merman!Suguru would work just so well in your style?

AAA ANON YOU’RE SO SWEET 😭😭😭 ….. i’d love to write a merman!sugu fic one day i just have no clue what the plot would be……. i do think sugu is super the little mermaid coded though. an angsty fic where he turns into seafoam at the end might be fun….. but i also want him to be happy :’3 maybe something fluffy with a reader who’s afraid of water….? and sugu teaches them how to swim….. I PROMISE I CAN SWIM IDK WHY THAT CONCEPT WAS THE FIRST TO POP INTO MY HEAD but i like it….. i think it’s cute…..

anon this definitely put an idea into my brain pshdps TYSM !! another sugu wip to add to my never-ending list :’3……

[httpiastri]

He definitely realises eventually and you both have to have a talk about how you deal with this weekends a little better and it’s aged for both of you because you’re both so upset

that's so cute :( why do i have a feeling he would be good at listening in heartfelt conversations like that? he would be holding your hands and looking into your eyes while asking you how you feel and what you want him to do. and then he also tells you his side of it, saying that you have to understand that racing makes him go through a lot of emotions and he sometimes needs time to recover, but he understands that you hate it when he leaves you out of it because you just want to help with his burden !! you want him to lean on you !!!!!

[crosaidi]

i'm headed to the hot springs. i could use some company . @littlehoundthings

" Well, now, don' twist my arm none, " says he, without a breath of hesitation — just a little grin, swift, and he'd already be down there if he had any say. " Though I behaved th'last time, can't promise so much th'second time —— "

And that's with a little bob of his brows, playful —— and then he catches himself, hesitates, an idea crossing his thoughts. " Go on down, " he urges, giving Ashe's cheek a swift little kiss. " I'm goin' t'grab —— somethin'. " —— oi, he keeps a horrible poker face, but whatever it is, it's not a mischievious thought. " I'll meet y'there real quick. "

[lotus-sunn]

@stargirlly <3 thanks my beloved <333 loving the playlist Im listening to it rn

[kay-selfships]

siiiiiigh

EVERY time i make pasta for myself i always end up making way more than i can realistically eat myself smh. it’s times like these i think about calling niki up to tell him i made too much pasta and he’d be over to help me eat it all before i can even finish asking lmao

or alternatively i call leo because i know damn well he’s probably been composing all day and hasn’t eaten at all yet

(or secret option #3, both of them teehee)

[cardworksartblog]

Last night, I heard your terrifying howling. I felt the earth tremble, as if to shake me awake as you let loose the enchanting song of demise you sing when you catch someone in your woods.

It was followed by the townsfolk pounding at my door in a panic. A child had stumbled into your woods at sunset, and had yet to return now at midnight.

Your howling had convinced the useless brutes who guarded the village that you'd claimed the child as a casualty in your forest, but the villagers had managed to convince them to let me investigate first.

Thank the sun they had.

As I ran down the path to the fields, I saw you in the moonlight. In the middle of the wheat field, standing, with a dove pale as the purest white paints in your jaws. The brutish guards had followed me, and panicked, readying arrows and shouting for the rest of the village as I ran toward you.

Then, the child peeked out from behind your hulking form, looking up sleepily as if they were not standing by wilderness incarnate. The villagers chastised the brutes angrily, the child's mother running down yelling for them as your gaze pierced straight through me.

Toward the brutes.

You dropped the dove into my hands, black ichor staining my palms as you turned and nudged the child forward into their mother's embrace. When their mother asked the child why they'd taken so long to come back with you, they'd told her that something bad had tried to eat them after they got lost.

But then the angel, the child had pointed up at you with wonder in their eyes, had saved them. You glared at the brutes, and I shared your baleful gaze. Their disrespect would not have been tolerated if the child had not been present.

You bow and snort playfully at the child as a farewell, taking the dove in my hands back into your jaws before running off back to the forest. Your home.

I help the child's mother up from the ground, and carry the child up the hill. They're tired, it's past their bedtime. The brutes stare at me incredulously as I glower at them while walking past.

I spend the night awake after that. The scentless ichor that dripped from the dove's wounds, the visceral unsettlement I'd felt while holding it, how its figure had shifted unnaturally in my hands and your jaws keeping me from resting.

That was an angel. They'd sent an angel to kill that child in your forest.

Such a tiny child, incapable of doing any wrong, and yet they'd been all too willing to sacrifice them to instil the fear of the wild, the fear of you, back inside this village. After all the good you'd done, the successful hunts you'd sanctioned in the hunting grounds of your home....

I grasped my bone-steel knife you'd made for me after I'd helped you bury one of your kin, infused with your very power and strength. It's stayed under my floorboards for months now, I've not had the heart to use it. I felt as if any usage of it would be of disrespect to you.

But now, as I steel myself and begin gathering salt, candles and half of my money from where I store it? As fury burns inside of me like a pyre at the utter guts they had to try and kill one of my own to prove naught but a silly little argument that they were too stubborn to admit they were wrong about?

I feel a wild energy pulse through the knife as I stare out my window, gritting my teeth as I think of plunging the knife I clutch in my hand into the chest of a bastard who ruined my life before and seeks to do it again. I think of watching as black ichor streams out of their wounds as you and I raid their sacred halls of false innocence and purity.

This use for our knife is a compliment to you.