#i’m so cheesy

[comatosebunny09]

I can’t get this montage out of my head.

Of you and Sylus, bathed in the afterglow of sex, tucked away in some island far away where his “family” resides.

Cuddling, your cheek pressed to his chest, hands splayed at his back, a smile rounding your lips. And he runs lazy fingers up and down your spine, kissing the crown of your head and murmuring the sweetest things there. You’re both watching the sunset as waves crash onto the shore beyond the safety of your beach bungalow; the air is thick with fondness.

Fast forward a bit, and you’re bounding around your bungalow tidying up, Sylus’s shirt sliding off your shoulders, and you’re oblivious to everything outside your earphones. Don’t notice Sylus watching you over crossed arms, leaning against the kitchen island. He’s smiling because you’re adorable, and your cute ass cheeks are spilling out of the bottom of his shirt. And he can’t help himself as he embraces you from behind, exhaling into your hair.

“What are you listening to?” he says all low, swaying your bodies to an unheard song. Snags one of your earphones, and a woman’s melodious, husky croon fills his ear.

Cue the montage of said song transitioning from a dull buzz in the earphone to something full-blown. It plays as Sylus sweeps you away in a souped-up El Dorado, and you’re sitting on the headrest, the breeze blowing over your skin as you dance to your favorite song. And Sylus reaches over to squeeze your knee from the driver's side, the content flicker in his eye hidden behind his shades.

Next, you’re doing a little jig at a restaurant by the window because you’re eating something delicious. And you’re wearing a beautiful, simple dress that boasts your curves, and Sylus can’t keep his eyes off you. Chuckles as he reaches across the table to swipe some sauce off your chin. You lock eyes like magnets drawn to each other, and the air grows thick with passion as the musicians playing at the restaurant shift tempo.

And then, you’re on a shopping spree. In a fancy boutique, doing a little twirl for him in a dress he couldn’t live without you having. And he’s all smiles and lowered defenses, motioning for you to sit in his lap so he can hold you to him and kiss you silly.

Then, you’re at the beach as the sun sets. At a local market, being surrounded by kids begging you to buy their seashell necklaces. And you’re laughing all pretty because they’re all adorable, and you somehow end up roped into a game of soccer with them, playing along the surf.

And Sylus just sits back like, damn, I think I’m in love. And he’s happy for moments like this when you both can steal away, falling off the grid for a little while. He likes it when he has you to himself.

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 7 | Thankful

[compaculaaa]

Please excuse my attempt at being funny

[bloobydabloob]

Your art is genuinely one of the most inspiring I’ve seen in ages. Immediately upon discovering your blog, I was mesmerized by your creativity bleeding into and staining each piece you’ve posted. Don’t know a lick of Homestuck, but it’s unnecessary to when your art tells me all I need to know without saying a single word. I can grasp why fans of the comic hold it so dear when you paint such a beautiful image of it. (figuratively, not referring to your actual paintings, LOL! Does this count as a pun?)

Sorry, this is just an unrelated doodle because I don’t have any relevant images to add.

I really appreciate you taking the time out of your day to tell me this, thank you. I know it is just like a little act of kindness to you but nice messages mean a lot to me and I wish I could properly project how glad I am to have kind people supporting my art in *any* amount. I’m someone who gets very easily stressed out running accounts so talking to people is what makes it worth the hassle for me. I’m glad you like my art and that it inspires you and anyone else reading this who may feel similarly, I hope I don’t quit art and that I keep improving.

I also do very much recommend giving Homestuck a read if you’ve got the time. The fanbase is unfortunately something I don’t have much of a positive view on but even if it is just some internet comic, reading it growing up is definitely something I wouldn’t take ever back. It has some of the best character / world building of anything I’ve read thus far and it has always just stuck with me. I’ve never had a homestuck friend that moved on from it, which is something I rarely find. I think it appeals to everyone in a different way because of the writing and how vast it is / how many bases it covers. I’m sure that if you ever read it you would find your own connections within the comic. I know though that my drawings are less connected with the atmosphere of the comic itself and infinitely more attuned to my own interpretations and feelings towards the characters, but I also think there is already enough more fitting homestuck art for me to just draw whatever.

Anyways here is my cool new print I got for my wall from @/ReptileEnclosed’s InPrnt, and here are just some of the nice things people have said to me that stick in my mind. Every time someone says something I appreciate I screenshot it and add it to a folder called “Nice Words”.

[mediumgayitalian]

“Happy birthday!”

“Still not my birthday, Solace.”

“Eh. One day I’ll say it and it’ll be right.”

The flowers he’s holding — pretty, ruffled deep red, although Nico doesn’t recognise them — remains extended between them, clutched fist unwavering. Nico rolls his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek, and takes them.

“Of course, you could also just tell me when your birthday is.”

“No.” A pause. He brings the flowers up to his face, pointedly ignoring Will’s wink, and inhales. They smell almost identical to the shampoo Will wears. “You’re such a loser.”

“And yet you spend all your time with me.”

“Not — all,” Nico protests, cheeks burning. “I spend —”

Time with others, he was about to say, and while it is indeed true that he does, in fact, socialize with more than one person, he realises with startling clarity that Will is almost always there.

Will grins, wide and cheeky and knowing. “Having some thoughts, there, Neeks.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Will gasps dramatically, and when that is not enough he holds up a hand, digs a string of plastic pearls out from his many pockets, clasps them around his neck, clears his throat, and gasps even more dramatically, clutching said pearls.

Nico laughs.

Unfortunately.

But he chokes it back last minute and turns it into a weird horse noise instead, so he’s victorious, basically.

“How dare,” says Will, indeed dramatically, “how dare, di Angelo, deride me, your closest friend, in such a way —”

Nico deliberates his options. Should Will have the space unimpeded to continue on than he shall do so, with increasing gusto. At the six minute mark he will graduate to elevating himself on whatever surface makes itself available, from an infirmary stool to An Actual Roof, and project his voice to make sure that everyone suffers his Elizabethan histrionics, not just Nico (or Kayla or Austin or Lou especially Cecil or Mitchell or Piper or or or or). At the nine minute mark he will be accompanied, magically, by intense background music, because Apollo deserves all of his trauma. Nico doesn’t know what the ten minute mark will bring, but frankly he’d rather walk on hot coals with open sores on his feet than find out, so.

“— good friends, sweet friends, from this group I hail, and to such a sudden flood of mutiny! To bend to the leadborn suffering —”

When Nico gestures he is graceful, obviously. And poised. When Will gestures he narrowly avoids smacking himself square in the face nine times out of ten, and sometimes, like now, he actually does smack himself in the face, but for some reason this does not deter or embarrass him. Perhaps because he, like most Apollo children, does not actually have the part of his brain that produces shame, and such gleeful shamelessness shows in his devastatingly wide eyes. Which are, Nico notices, beginning searching for the nearest climbable surface.

Ah. Level one has been exceeded.

“Hide not thy poison with such sugar’s words —”

Drastic times, drastic measures; in time of theatre kid, regress to caveman instincts. Et cetera. Nico knows the drill. He’s a twice-adorned war hero. He understands sacrifice. He understands betrayal. He knows timing, knows difficulty. He knows the burden of doing the right thing to prevent further tragedy.

He sets his flowers delicately on the ground beside him, ties his hair back out of his face, does a couple stretches, exhales peacefully, and tackles Will to the floor.

“Shut up,” he grunts, over Will’s screeching. Will, predictably, does not shut up, moaning instead about his spleen, his spine, pausing to yell, loudly, et tu, Brutus?!, moaning about his kidneys, and then once again wallowing about Brutus and betrayal.

“Someone should take away your Riverside,” Nico says solemnly, pinching Will on the arm one last time for good measure before crawling off him.

Will remains on the floor, arm thrown over his eyes. “I would sooner live without the lungs in my chest.”

“It’s gonna be me. I’m taking away your Riverside.”

Will lifts his arm, searching to meet Nico’s eyes before pouting. It is a remarkably well-planned strategy, because he has very pretty eyes, and Nico is a flaming homosexual who is openly weak to Will’s wiles. Will, who is a shit and judging by the smirk he is barely fighting back in favour of a quivering lip, knows this.

“Don’t you love me?”

“No,” Nico lies. He forces himself away from Will’s gaze, ears burning. “Go away, you walking annoyance. I never want to see you or anything about you ever again.” He scoops up his flowers and stomps off, smiling as Will cackles.

He carries around the flowers for the rest of the day.

[hopeworth]

love the implication in ready set love that the most common type of romance is wlw because the majority of the population is made of up of women. that’s how it SHOULD be.

[werebutch]

My first actual zine from the perspective of a very specific werewolf’s lambthing

[peteytheparrot]

Saw the first prompt for Inktober was Backpack and immediately blacked out and drew this

[shima-draws]

An idea took root in my brain last night and won’t even pay rent so yeah uh consider. Modern AU where Luffy grew up in the countryside but moved to the city for schooling. He probably dropped out at some point bc it’s just not for him but he made a lot of friends in the city growing up. So during winter break Nami invites Luffy to stay at her place with her so they can catch up and do some sightseeing. Which leads to Luffy knocking on her door THINKING it’s her apartment but it’s actually Zoro’s bc while Luffy’s sense of direction isn’t nearly as bad as Zoro’s it’s still not great!!

Zoro is like yeah okay that was a little strange and that guy is really hyper but he seems friendly enough. I’ll probably never run into him again so it’s fine. Until he does. He keeps running into Luffy all around the apartment building and Luffy slowly but surely worms his way into Zoro’s heart 😏 And Nami, who had only spoken with Zoro on brief occasions (due to them being neighbors), starts getting to know Zoro better too. It escalates to the point where Luffy sneaks into Zoro’s apartment in the mornings because Nami sleeps in too late and just starts crashing there all the time. It’s been like three days since they met. Zoro has NO clue how he got here. But suddenly with Luffy things are so much better and brighter and then Zoro’s suddenly hosting all their friends at his place for a game night and now all of Luffy and Nami’s friends are HIS friends too and how does this keep happening.

Anyway cue Zoro catching feels for Luffy because who wouldn’t and he slowly starts to dread the day Luffy has to go back home to the countryside. Luffy’s only there for like a week or two so it’s the shortest most cheesiest “fall in love with this guy you just met” scenario in the history of ever

Also they go ice skating together at one point and it’s very cute and Zoro is inwardly questioning “Is this? A date???” The ENTIRE fucking time

[zorosdimples]

yuuji thaws the ice that cocoons your weary soul.

work is unbearable; family is draining; relationships are fleeting; life is hard. it’s natural to get caught up in the “fuck it—who cares?” mindset. complacency is a safe, easy haven to reside in amidst a burning world. but it’s cold in there, all alone.

(let me show you a thing or two, he says with a smile so devastating you wish the earth would crack open and swallow you whole.

i don’t deserve it, you breathe—it’s second nature.

he cups your face with sun-warmed hands. who lied to you?)

there’s a spark in his honeyed eyes that makes every moment with him feel like a deep breath of salt-air; it’s reinvigorating. he may have scars that mar his face and body and heart, but he takes you by the hand, leading you confidently to a life worth living.

his optimism is infectious, as is his conviction—despite his wounds—that humanity is good. and you believe him. how else would he exist? for winter there is summer; for ice there is fire; for moonlight there is sunshine.

and for you? there’s yuuji.

[shortbreadly]

i’m actually so incredibly in love with these gals

[stuckinapril]

There is genuinely so much love ensconcing me rn it’s unreal. Childhood friend throwing me a bday party at her rooftop pool tmr (and im keeping that shit small & exclusive), food made w love from my bibi, drinks and games and music long after sundown, buying the cutest bikini w matching nails, lathering myself in vanilla and coconut body oils, hair marinating in hair masks all day today so my curls get to be all out on my bday, cute pink decorations, all out self care day today before my bday tomorrow. Just??? I cannot believe how bogged down in my negativity bias I get when there are so many exciting changes coming & I am genuinely the luckiest girl alive

[thisperfectmonsoon]

so wear me like a locket around your throat // I’ll weigh you down, I’ll watch you choke ▪️

[starchasing-chocolate]

“Can you show me your star again?”

Regulus laughs and shifts closer to James, wisps of black hair tickling the side of James’ cheek as he does so. James’ breath hitches as he feels cold fingers press against his wrist, gently guiding his arm upwards to the star freckled sky above.

“Right there.” Regulus breathes, presumably pointing towards the Leo constellation. James is clearly supposed to be following where the tips of Regulus’ fingers meet the stars, but he’s unable to tear his eyes off the lone star next to him, shining brighter than the galaxies they’re lying beneath. Regulus’ lips are slightly parted in concentration, his eyes wide with childlike wonder to match his boyish, tousled curls. James doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of admiring Regulus Black.

“James.” Regulus groans, letting gravity take hold of their arms as they fall down to James’ chest. “James, you’re not even looking.”

“No, I am.” James smirks, trailing his fingers across Regulus’ skin. “I’m looking at you, aren’t I?”

[loopyarts]

Dickbin black and white doddles.