#i like a well organized blog

[instantdepresso]

I should edit my pinned post and make a separate one just for my gw2 characters idk

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon zero dawn (remastered) | aloy and rost

[canisalbus]

Which is your favorite platform? (of the ones you have accounts to post things I mean. I can't imagine it being Instagram since you don't really post there which honestly fair)

Tumblr, Twitter (X?) bluesky? Something else?

I think I'm going to have to go with tumblr, and it's not just because we're here. Twitter and Bluesky are nice and my experiences on both are overwhelmingly positive. But tumblr has an atmosphere that encourages originality, sharing your creations and talking about things in depth.

[daily-ethoslab]

[386] @daily-grian Happy Belated 1 year! I hope you three share this cupcake in a civilized manner! :)

[mel-loly]

-I'm back, my dear people! Did you miss me? :]

(I hope so, because it took a while for me to find time to come back- also.. sorry for the bad art😃👍)

[meirimerens]

this is literally just lore of mine so feel free to ignore i just got angry at having to pull 4 different images That don't even Match everytime i wanted to draw him with the scars so grigri of the future i am talking directly into your ear. do not go scrolling in your folders in search of this it is here. the reference is here. i am talking directly into your ear i am inside of your ear.

[ruvviks]

PLEASE DO NOT TAG AS YOUR OWN OC.

Rafael is driven by his independence and his anger, fighting for what he believes in and deems right to free his people and return peace to Medici. But his tendency to push people away blurs the lines between selflessness and self-destruction, and his desperation for control greatly overshadows the true lack thereof— and it has turned his spark into an all-consuming forest fire, with no way to douse the flames. And everything burned, as promised. OC WEB WEAVE SERIES: RAFAEL RODRIGUEZ.

richard kadrey, aloha from hell // by eyedeeuhs // firestarter; torre florim // by gundula blumi // savannah brown, from 'closer baby closer' // leach; bones uk // ocean vuong, from 'to my father / to my future son' // by ysociety // maybe, i; des rocs // victoria chang, to love anyone // 'smoke and fire 1' by jennifer walton // burn; vorsa // vita sackville-west, from 'solitude' // by spelio // arsonist's lullabye; hozier // shira erlichman, from 'how to become a forest fire'

[genshin-projection]

i took a few liberties but... Sunday-inspired playlist!

some highlights:

master of the heavenly yard (off-vocal) (mothy/akuno-P)

portrait of the pirate F (hitoshizuku-p)

rock in god's shoe (sushi soucy)

worst case scenario (the hoosiers)

but never a key (dirt poor robins)

hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

rule #35 - microphone (fish in a birdcage)

into the unknown (over the garden wall)

collared (vane lily)

taixu (sasakure.uk , lasah)

ship in a bottle (fin)

a couple ender lilies OSTs

a few omori OSTs

a few hsr (penacony) OSTs

[strawbubbysugar]

I wish tumblr let you organize your posts into like. Folders. So all the asks can be in one folder but if someone just wants to see art that’s in another and if they wanna just see text posts another etc

[palukoo]

this is SUCH an insane thing to say in a random blog post/obituary especially as the author is ostensibly not a lesbian. like truly hello??? that said. well… points we’re made!! there WAS something vaguely dykey about her.

[motherforthefamicom]

redownloaded an old art program

[willowser]

the storm has picked up, by the time you see him.

early summer is torn by lightning, thunder that rattles the bones in your chest until you're wide awake with dread settling in your belly. you know the feeling intimately, can place it as soon as your eyes open; you're not sure what you're afraid of or why it's made you clammy — but it has.

through the slats of your wooden blinds, you watch the sky as it brightens and dies: in the dark, it's an open void, big and menacing and spitting out a downpour that seems unending, and then you're granted a flash of light, thin and tall and painful to witness.

you think you'll never understand gojo satoru. maybe once you thought you did, but he's always been five steps out of reach. on a separate plane entirely. if anyone could explain the mystery of him, it would be—

lightning strikes; out in the courtyard, contrasted against the night. the silence left behind is overwhelming.

you don't bother with shoes, because you don't want to train with damp socks in the morning and you're sure they'll still be soaked, after a storm like this. instead, you hurry out in a robe too expensive for this occasion; maybe that will elevate you somehow, you think, enough to be worthy of whatever he hides behind that blindfold.

you suspect he can hear you coming, especially after you nearly slip on the wet stone and then again on the slick grass, but he's without a teasing remark, this time. the dread returns, given a weight that matches your grief and his.

it's hard to blink up at him, into the rain. he's so blinding, even now: a flash across the sky, piercing through the night. gojo is without his mask and his hair is sopping, stuck to his forehead and down to his cheeks, and even his eyelashes are heavy from the storm. this is clearest you've ever seen him, with his sharp, smooth face, his defined brows and the straight line of his usually wide and open mouth.

you don't recognize him, like this. but how could you?

there's a cigarette between his lips, unlit and folding against the rain. plastic crinkles between you, and you see it there, crushed beneath the expanse of his big hand: a half-empty carton, the brand shoko smokes. the ones she shared with—

"satoru?" you ask, though the robe doesn't help. you feel like a beggar, then, as he keeps his monsoon eyes on the bare night ahead of him. "you're going to get sick, you should come inside."

it's a pathetic thing to say, to the immortal. he's too smart for this, to fall for your feeble bait; in response, you get nothing but another rattle beneath your skull. your teeth chatter and your cheeks grow wet, hot with tears you thought you'd drained dry.

stupidly, you think, if only suguru were here. you could ask how to ascend to the level they're both on, how to slip past the defenses of a god. you are still five steps behind, but now satoru stands ahead, facing the void. alone.

you squeeze your eyes shut against a tidal wave of sorrow, salty with guilt at the very feeling. suguru was your friend, you think, drowning, he was your friend and you loved him, too. whatever you're mourning isn't him anymore and you know that, you do, but—

"satoru, please," you rest your forehead gently against his arm, as if you could soak up his own storm. "please come inside before—"

"if you wanted me in your room so badly," when he turns to look down at you, he is softened, rasping; striking in silence, in the distance, clouds receding. "all you had to do was ask."

the cigarette is gone and both his hands are in his pockets. his eyes are hollow and clear, the curve of his smile a realm away from them. when you say nothing, only gape up at him in surprise, he turns out of your reach, and it's the absence of him that draws attention to the sudden breeze against your forehead. no longer warm, from the heat of his skin beneath his drenched shirt.

"c'mon," he calls over his shoulder, grinning in a way that has only ever infuriated you, though now it turns your stomach. rattles your bones. stutters the beat of your heart. "before you get all sick and full of snot, gross."

behind you, the rain slows, the sky darkening, uninterrupted. quiet, finally.

and gojo is still five steps out of reach.

[xisanamii]

liu wei featuring his homie (gay) and homie (platonic)

[function-heartbeat-sync]

finding out theres s group rewriting generator rex is all i ever needed, is there anyway i can join? i am an artist and a writer

its really cool that youre excited about our series enough to want to be a part of it, but im sorry to say that we're not open to new "members", since its not an organized rewrite project.

me and kei have been writing partners for a while, and for the most part its just us doing this. this series has been our baby for the last 6 months and we have a very specific vision for it. we've got the general structure of everything plotted out already, and it just has to be actually written down for it to be finished.

occasionally a couple of our close friends help us with plot problems or specific scenes (we credit them as guest writers), but this isnt a big project with a writers room type discord or anything. its 2 people with a hyperfixation.

we're glad you like what we've got so far, and we hope you like the what's coming up next!

[meirimerens]

bruh the creep i had to romantically reject three times (four if you count her "lovesick ramblings" [direct quote]) in the span of not even a year and who called me a "jerk" and "insecure" for not wanting to long-distance e-date her unwarranted-evadaniil-porn-sending ass followed me after a year of no contact on the instagram i don't update, haven't posted on in a year, don't share any followers/following with her on, & that i only mentioned on this blog Once over 2 years ago. on Valentine's Day Eve out of all days. what in the maidenless behavior is this.