#i missed u guys so much

[avoiltaire]

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥‼👻 he's got a bone to pick?!

[pizzacastella]

sorry for being radio silent for weeks (suddenly became important at work) then breaking my silence just to reblog beautiful fanart of my beautiful wife (john silver)

quick recap for those who wanna know >:P

hello friends and family :)

sorry for being gone, i finally got to touch grass so i didnt need the delusions to go thru the horrors of everyday :( i am doing well, just been very busy with work and honestly it tuckers me out a lot so i just pass out the moment i get home (not ideal)

re: suddenly becoming important at work

im taking on more responsibilities now (single handedly in charge of merch designs, main designer for a rebranding launch, getting my designs signed up for IP) and probably even more once i get regularized (in two weeks!!)

my personal computer is busted (ant crawled inside the monitor n fucked it up a bunch) been waiting for the past few weeks for the parts to come in, hopefully it will get fixed next weekend. havent been able to draw bc of this and i semi had a breakdown bc i took this as a sign from god that i should get a tablet so i can draw anywhere instead of saving up for big girl pc that could run bg3 in hd (and also run after effects for freelance work ofc haha lol)

bc of that i had less screen time and it made me think abt how i need to consume less and actually take time to create etc etc so ive been trying to get back into more traditional stuff (reading books, writing in a journal, watercolors) and tbh its been v good for me, will prolly continue to do so until i figure out how to balance both (consuming/creating)

last but not the very least, i got a mullet !! v happy about it, my hair has never been fluffier. i've never felt gender-affirmation until i saw myself in this hair :) i feel more like myself now, im v happy i did it :3

anyway that's all for now my lovelies !!! im sorry if this was long and im not even sure if anyone would read thru the whole thing but if u did, thank u !! u a real one n im kissing u on the top of ur head :3

[slutsukio]

echoes of resilience. ( gojo satoru x blk!femsinger reader. )

you stood before the ornate entrance of the grand opera house, heart pounding in rhythm with the raindrops that kissed the cobblestones. you clutched your umbrella, an iridescent kaleidoscope of colors that fended off the gray drizzle. the agastopia that you felt for this place ran deep, your lifelong dream of gracing its stage finally within reach.

inside, the cavernous theater was a symphony of velvet and gold, an opulent world where dreams were painted in shimmering lights. as you stepped onto the stage for rehearsal, a sense of awe enveloped you. the thrill of singing in such a sacred space clashed with the fear of imperfection, as you yearned to produce flawless notes.

but fate was not on your side that day. your voice, your instrument of art, betrayed you. a strained whisper emerged from your scratchy throat, each note more wretched than the last. it was as if your vocal cords had conspired against you, rendering your voice a mere echo of its former self. you dream was crumbling like a forgotten sonnet, and you felt your agastopia transform into a pit of despair.

gojo, your supportive boyfriend, had witnessed countless rehearsals and performances from the wings. he was well-acquainted with the intricacies of the human voice and its vulnerability. with a quiet grace, he approached you, his fingers brushing your shoulder as he offered you a glass of honey-infused tea.

"y/n," gojo’s voice was a soothing balm, "your voice is but an instrument. it can falter, yet still possess the power to enchant."

you accepted the tea, its warmth seeping through your fingers and into your core. gojo’s words were a lifeline, pulling you from the depths of your self-doubt.

"you’ve heard me, haven't you? it’s like a crow's caw compared to the songbird I once was," your voice trembled, a fragile reflection of your shattered confidence.

gojo’s eyes were steady, unwavering, as if he could see beyond your voice and into your soul. "your voice carries more than just notes, y/n. it carries your passion, your dreams, and the stories you yearn to tell."

as the tea's sweetness danced on your taste buds, a warmth blossomed within you. it was a warmth that flowed not just from the tea, but from gojo’s unshakeable faith in you. he positioned himself at the piano, his fingers caressing the keys as he began to play a gentle melody, the notes rising like tendrils of encouragement.

"sing for me, y/n," gojo’s invitation was an anthem of unwavering support.

with a trembling inhale, you let your voice emerge once more. the first few notes were tentative, like a fragile bud unfurling to the morning sun. but as the melody unfurled, something remarkable happened. the constraints of your damaged voice seemed to dissipate, your agastopia replaced by a newfound sense of agathism.

guided by gojo’s pianistic embrace, your voice soared, no longer constrained by the confines of fear. in that moment, amidst the golden opulence and the whispering rain outside, your voice was not a crow's caw, but a songbird's serenade, each note infused with resilience and hope.

as the final note lingered in the air like a delicate sigh, gojo’s fingers rested on the piano keys, his eyes meeting yours in a shared moment of triumph.

"you see," he whispered, "your voice may falter, but it will always find its way back to the melodies of your heart." gojo smiled as he came from the piano, and kissed you on your forehead.

and in that theater where dreams were woven from starlight and passion, you learned that even a damaged voice could create the most exquisite symphonies.

❁ suki speaking — IM BACKKKK!!! and im better. gonna post like 3 more drabbles that have been sitting in my drafts for a while now. gonna edit them and then i got yall for the night, BUT I MSISED U GUYSSSS MWAAAA!!!

[lotus-pear]

cringefail exes oh my god

[13lov]

finally updated my navi and masterlist so all the links should be working now!! slowly but surely getting my fics uploaded to ao3 but for now … that’s it. putting together the tag list for tethered so lmk if u wanna be added <33

[livsmessydoodles]

still a menace

[mepomepo]

I forgot I could finally post this !

Another painted card to the collection (well it's no longer in my hands but still!!)

[fermentedgutz]

he’s not very good w/ words..

[humofbumblebees]

“he may not care when i whine, but he laughs when you bleed” is such a crazy fucking line

[goosewizard]

hc that tubbo is REALLY insecure about his missing eye, so he wears an eyepatch in new l’manberg and absolutely hates it. it’s too big and garish, it rubs up on his wounds all wrong, he hates seeing himself with it. it makes him feel weak. ranboo notices (of course he does) and thinks that tubbo deserves to feel handsome again. they set off after a cabinet meeting to see if ghostbur has any books on prosthetics.

it should be noted that ranboo has no fucking clue what they’re doing. in the weeks after the plans inception, he has amassed over fifty handcrafted glass eyes, of which exactly zero will work. they’re too big, too small, not the right color. he even managed to make one with a rectangular pupil before they thought better of it. it's a shame, too, that was his best one yet. they're tired and frustrated and the eye collection is really starting to creep him out. ranboo considers asking for help.

ranboo remembers the tumultuous political state of new l'manburg.

ranboo thinks this may be a one-man project.

it really shouldn’t be a surprise that tubbo finds out. they've been practically attached at the hip since ranboo joined, and he was never any good at keeping things from tubbo anyway. they're popping over to ranboo's to get supplies for whatever adventure they're going on today, and the little chest labeled SECRET DO NOT OPEN is too full, propped open with dozens of lumpy glass spheres. tubbo notices (of course he does) and gets halfway through a i can't believe you have an eye fetish before he realizes. ranboo thinks it's a bad sign when he goes silent and an even worse one when his eye goes all misty and aw shit he made the president cry.

he's stuttering through an apology when tubbo's one eye meets their two and he asks is this for me? did you make these for me? ranboo nods and tubbo smiles like a kid on christmas, watery and bright. they've missed that smile. before he knows what's happening, tubbo's tackled them into a hug, sending both of them careening to the ground. ranboo vows there and then to give the man anything and everything he desires now and forever, just so he can feel like this again. not a veteran, not a politician, just tubbo, carefree and kind.

yeah, that sounds like a good life.

as quickly as ranboo went down, he's being pulled back up with tubbo insisting that they try every single eye, previous adventure abandoned. they spend the day like that, going through the chest, laughing at some of ranboos earlier attempts, and screaming with excitement when one managed to fit.

he looks beautiful. more confident, brighter, somehow. they burn his eyepatch that night. ranboo had already gotten him a better one anyway.

part 1 | part 2

[casiia]

dbf ! simon who picks you up whenever you text him, crying over your asshole boyfriend.

he’ll roll his eyes when you begin to rant, it’s the same issue over and over; lack of communication — how your boyfriend neglects your feelings and goes against his word.

he finds the only way to makes you feel better is to have you sit on his girthy cock. he’ll manspread in the backseat, have you straddle his lap and let you use him til’ you’re crying for him.

“i know, princess.” simon grunts, palming your hips and guiding you up and down his length. “let it all out.”

he frowns when he can hear more of your stuttered sobs than the throaty moans he loves.

wiping your tear stained cheeks, he yanks you into his chest and plants his heels into the floorboards of his beat up truck, lifting you up slightly he begins to piston into you from below — his lips right next to your ear as he talks you through it, his words dirty and slurred as he fucks you til’ you’re dizzy and light headed.

[skunkes]

[rottengurlz]

"my jugular misses your teeth." 🩸

a collab with @kashisun 🔪

[fizzierolli]

"Tell me, how does thou fall in such folly?"

[mayziii]

Blinding lights

its gonna be alright

[fizzstix]

messaging... texting even... communicating........