#i hope this is enough tags lol

[pinkwalmartsugarcookie]

Intro post because i have nothing to do rn 🔥🔥 (i fucking suck at making intros)

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ok.. so uhhhh.. im miles :D (i also go by nero and momo!!)

∙ he/they 🙃

∙ transmasc bisexual!! (i love my girlfriend ^^)

∙ istp-t

∙ im a minor 🔥🔥

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fandoms im in!! yay. i think. 😺

∙ dra/sdra2

∙ pjsk

∙ chuck e cheese

∙ octonauts

∙ invader zim

∙ vocaloid

∙ dhmis

∙ mari-kari

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a few songs that i like!! hooray! yippee!

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no dni list, just don't be an asshole 👍

anyways heres some blinkiesss and stamps and shit 🔥🔥

[cheddar-iscringe]

I’m not sure how much I like this drawing, but considering I’ve hardly touched my sketchbook in like a month I’d say it’s ok :) I do prefer the sketch over the finished, though, I think the colors are a bit weird. click for better quality!

[tawnysoup]

CW DEATH, DEAD BODY, STRANGULATION, BLOOD, IMPLIED SELF-HARM (in case my tags aren't enough!!!! stay safe)

(Above you, you hear Loop trying to take a breath.)

[verflares]

(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol

+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]

btw, you can find these guys on inprnt! both as a pair, or apart :] You Choose.

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[akkivee]

they've been potentially changing a lot with the shadow manga, but since maria's final words to shadow were how she loves him and amy's conversation with shadow in the joypolis collab was about how he is loved, i like to think sonic team is still hinting at amy's ability to touch his heart lol

[arcanegifs]

i think it is a TRAGEDY we dont have enough interaction with the two queens (mel and cait)

[moeblob]

cute? D: (thank you so much!)

[zuiz41]

He does tho :P

lyrics from "You look like you love me" by Ella Langley and Riley Green!

[oscahpitlane]

i do × landoscar

[lucasandlily]

Rui x Reader who is really affectionate, but can't touch him because of The Curse.

A/N: I'm alive!! Rui my beautiful beautiful tragic boy. I've actually been having a lot of brainrot for this game, particularly an isekai AU that made me contemplate making RP blog (I love you guys btw. This is probably my first fandom where they're so active, I've been really well connected with this fandom somehow and it's so fun!!), so I figured I might as well be writing it down now. This is an idea I've had spinning in my head for a while, so it's VERY self-indulgent/insert, but enjoy!! AO3 link here

Rui's POV. Second-person pronoun "You" is used. Angst! But also fluff!! (825 words)

You’ve always been an affectionate little thing. It’s something Rui finds adorable about you, staying optimistic despite all that looms over you, not letting any of the ghouls he KNOWS can be more than a little much sometimes destroy your positive attitude. It’s as if you decided to be the light in a place that literally has dark in its name, and he lov admires you for that.

He can’t help but feel the bitter green of envy though, when he watches you ruffle Lyca’s hair after he whines at you for treating him like a dog. 

He pointedly turns away from the look Ed gives him over your head when you relax into his chest after he leans over your shoulder.  

He just laughs along at your drunken antics when you nuzzle into Haru’s hand, somehow even more touchy when your cheeks are flushed with alcohol. 

He tries not to remember the flash of hurt, confusion, the first time he’d backed away from your hand when all you wanted to do was give him a pat for a job well done. He doesn’t know if it hurt more when your face morphed into regretful understanding, or when you apologised and told him you’d try not to do it again. 

Rui tells himself it’s for the better when he notices you’ve been avoiding him for the past week. He’d have done the same to you anyway, if he realised his feelings were starting to fester. He tries to not let it get to him when he hears you enter the Obscuary mansion, only to quickly patter up the stairs without stopping by the bar first, as you would have done previously. 

Maybe before, he would have made it a little competition to see who could mess up the other’s hair more. He’d watched you run your fingers through Lyca’s after you’d tousled it out of place, anyway. Maybe in another life, you’d gently hold his face as you showered him with kisses. He’d do the same to you anyway, if he wasn’t forced to keep his hands to himself. 

If he didn’t notice you hold your hand back every time you saw his mask slip. If he didn’t see your hand stop short before pulling it back to tell him he had a bit of hair out of place. 

It’s all just part of the cursed life, he tells himself. He should be getting used to it by now, he sighs as he walks down the hall over to his room. 

Behind him, he hears the jingle of the bell you like to wear on your keychain. He turns at the sound of your quick steps approaching. 

“Rui! Ruiruiruiii!!” You call.

“Ah, there you are! Haha, I’m not going anywhere you know~ though I guess I don’t mind being chased?” He teases as you approach. 

You smile up at him brightly, “I have something to show you!” You tell him, he notices now that you have a hand behind your back. 

“Hm? Aw, did you get me a gift? And here I was thinking you were hiding from me!” He regrets the words the moment they leave his mouth. Your smile falters a bit as you blink at his confession. 

But before he can backtrack with a “Just kidding!” your smile lightens again, eyes filling with some sort of resolve as you pull out… a glove on a stick? in your other hand.

He doesn’t pull away when he feels the simulation of a hand on his head. He can’t, when you look into his eyes with such unmistakable fondness. The awkward, stilted movements as you try to run the imitation hand through his hair communicates how long you’ve wanted to do this, and the tears that well up in his eyes betray how much he’s needed it. 

He feels the cloth soak up the tears when you move the glove down to hold his face. It feels soft under his skin, and he can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

“How long did it take you to make this?” He asks as you let him lace his fingers with your hand extension. He squeezes the plush hand, feeling the soft give before it reaches the stick inside, inspecting where the glove and stick are attached. 

“Um! A week? It took a bit of experimenting to get it to stay on… And they don’t really sell gloves on campus either.” 

Your eyes crinkle when you look at him, the corners of your lips pull up triumphantly when he lets go of the hand to let you pat his head again. 

“You deserve at least this much,” you tell him. “I know it’s not really the same or anything, but I don’t wanna leave you out, y’know?” 

“It was worth it though, if it made you happy.” You look into his eyes as you say this, and he can’t help but believe you.

Reblogs and Comments are appreciated! I love you (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

[funktechnisch]

(wip) cannot believe my rook scored a literal fairytale prince that sings to deer

[feathers-second-face]

Ears!

Little doodle I made for @elsa-fogen 's Hazbin AU. I really liked the idea and wanted another excuse to throw more Alastor at tumblr so this was perfect.

Go check out their art and stories! They're amazing!

[volitioncheck]

does near every single post-canon DE fic out there need to be tagged ‘Sober Harry Du Bois’? i’m getting so tired of it.

do i expect every single piece of fan content to have to fully delve into the often-depressing always-complex topic of addiction? not really. sometimes you just want to write/read a silly fluffy romance one-shot, whatever. i get it. but i think my issue is specifically with the fact that for nearly every sillyfluffy au out there, there almost must be a ‘sober harry du bois’ tag. and it does feel very slapped-on more often than not.

i think to me it is an unconscious statement that nothing *good* can ever happen to harry du bois until he is completely and permanently sober. before solving the next big case, he has to be sober. before quitting the force, he has to be sober. before falling in love with kim, he has to be sober. before accomplishing anything, starting any sort of recovery, making any life improvement, he must first be sober.

sobriety as a goal, as a journey, and honestly as a concept in of itself is not as cut and dry as so many people think it is. and i think it would serve a lot of people well if they did some introspection on the implications of how nearly every single post-canon fic that isn’t dealing directly with harry’s addiction have him as completely sober instead.

if the plot of the fic isn’t going to touch directly on harry’s substance use (and again, i’m not demanding that every single fic should), why does that mean that sober!harry must be the default?

i think i am just tired of reading a casefic, a smutty one-shot, a fantasy au, whatever, where it almost seems that before getting on with the plot, the author feels obligated to first assure us that the harry we’re reading about is a Sober Harry. it’s established with a couple lines in the exposition, probably about his improved appearance, a tag up top, and then never brought up again; a checkmarked box. like the societal image of An Addict has completely prevented people from being able to imagine a person just, continuing to live life, while still struggling with addiction.

life happens, with all of its backslides and achievements, mundanity and changes, to people with drug addictions just as much as people who don’t. is a post-canon harry who isn’t sober not worth writing about?

i think so. i think the game we all played thinks so too. in fact i think that sentiment is woven into the game’s very core. i just wish i saw that reflected in our fan content more.

[valentjin]

i regret (?) to inform you that. yurgir. is massively caked

[salty-an-disco]

popping outta my lockdown cuz watching my friend stream Pristine Cut and we just got Apotheosis and Damsel's new chapter and fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

(SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!)

focusing just on Happily Ever After for now, cuz fuuuuuuuuuuuck, this route messed with me–

like. badly. like. gotta step away and take a break before continuing badly.

From the branching path alone– the way Smitten reacted to the first disagreement we ever had with the princess. The way he panics, thinking the 'Happily Ever After', is ruined– he had a perfect fantasy prepared for us, and we ruined it. We said it wasn't enough. We… rejected his perfect ending. So he had to take it upon himself to craft a better ending for us–

But he couldn't do it alone, he needs her for that, so he showed her our heart and asked for help–

And. Gosh. Can we just talk about how eerie this chapter feel? It's so bright and yet so. hollow. Empty. Quieter. Realizing Smitten isn't with us just made it worse. Me and my friend started worrying he had actually turned out to be similar to Tower, and for a moment, while talking to the princess, it seemed like it was just that, but… no. He's just doing what we asked for. We asked for a 'Happy Ending', so he gave us that. No matter how much it takes out of him, no matter how much it pains him– we can see the shadows, at first onminous and almost malicious, softens and slouches. He's just as tired as we are, as she is, but– we asked for this, we asked to drag this out, we asked for our 'Good Ending'–

Gosh. And the way Narrator himself starts getting tired of it. Realizes what's happening and– how much it fucking hurts. How painful it is. How empty it feels.

You both feel empty. You say as much, and you both are so tired, and clinging to this 'happily ever after' won't bring you any fulfillment, you just– gotta let go. You gotta let her go.

Not even Narrator tries to stop. He realized just as you did how meaningless eternal happiness is. "There are worse endings than the end of the world," he says. He finally gets it.

And then– THEN

you can finally do what she wanted. And you dance under the stairs.