#idk what this is it's just vibin

[mangofresca]

detritus

“I dreamt that you died last night,” he said suddenly, and Romano half-turned, surprised at the admission, at the tonelessness of it, that emotionless void a chasm he almost fell into, tangible in its brusqueness. He’d been strange all day, oddly quiet and unsettlingly depressed, barely speaking to any of them, always one step behind Romano, with hands in clenched fists and a mouth set in a bitter frown, every inch the raging empire in collapse.

Somehow, Romano knew that his fingernails would leave dark crescents in his palms. He wondered if Spain even noticed the pain. He wondered if Spain even counted it as pain at all, considering all else he’d been through. All else he’d caused.

Romano blinked, floundered, mouth opening and closing around a voice he couldn’t seem to find, the air in his lungs leaden enough to stay with him, refusing to leave, heavy and cloying. Not that it matters, his mind supplied. Nothing you can say will change anything. He knows that.

Spain stared into the distance, skin illuminated in tangerine and fire beneath the radiant sky of sunset, eyes locked on a horizon they had walked beneath for decades, centuries, dancing around willowing orange trees and sleeping beneath midday haze. Romano wondered what Spain saw when he looked out at a landscape of memories turned antique with change. Romano wondered what Spain saw when he looked at him.

He didn’t say anything, only watched Spain stare into the rolling fields of a land Romano would never call his own.

“Y’know what the worst part is?” Spain’s voice was soft, feather-light and delicate, only just carried from bloodied lips to Romano’s ears through a breeze scented with citrus and perfidy. “When I woke up, I felt disappointed that it was just a dream.”

The air in Romano’s body felt poisonous, rancid, fetid with betrayal and hurt and a grief so profound it felt tangible, like a mass within his body that he could hold, mold, could wrap his fingers around and see the validation of his sorrow. Like he could hold it out to Spain as proof of his apology, words he could never say lost to the inevitability of the future, a timeline of events to which he could only play spectator.

Romano supposed he should be glad Spain hated him. Maybe at one point it meant he had been loved.

The setting sun lengthened their shadows, and Spain’s silhouette was touching his, melding them together into the way they used to be—one form, one being, a single heart beating between the two of them, held together by dewy tomatoes and freshly-made churros and the echoes of tarantella across the tiles of Spain’s floors.

Romano pushed away, gagging on the sour taste of nostalgia grown cold, of yearning for that which could only bite, could only hurt, made bitter and beautiful in its lack of reprieve, of sentimentalities honeyed with war-ravaged brutality. He heard, after a moment, the rustle of grass and the footfalls of steps behind him, and he stopped in surprise when scarred arms linked around his waist, when a chest pressed against his back, when a voice laced with sorrow and imperial madness danced the shell of his ear.

“I hope you and Venezito do well.”

Romano stared at him—his eyes were always green, so green, he noted distantly, vaguely, green and earnest and too fucking good at burning hot with hatred—before shaking him off, walking away, forcing more distance between them, the too-steep edge of a cliff neither of them were willing to cross.

Spain didn’t run after him this time. Romano couldn’t bring himself to feel disappointed.

[smalltimidbean]

hi so like, what's up with Earl? What creature was this guy spliced with? What's the deal with im'?

Earl, my friend Earl! He's just a big, chill dude!

His name is short for Earl Grey Tea, bc that is very funny to me, and he has Hooded Seal, Elephant Seal and Leopard Seal DNA in him! No actual leopard, despite the spots, only seals

He has a child he adopted, called Sugarcube, but he does look after/protect some other aquatic/semiaquatic clones in the little area he lives in, along with his best bro, Tuna Fsh (who has not been shown yet)

Also, the blue thing on his face is called a snood (like a turkey) and it can be blown up like a balloon, and make weird noises! Why? I don't know

[springcatalyst]

got tired of not knowing what to write so i made a wheel of all the chapters i have yet to write and its spinnin time baby

[byanyan]

can't tell if it's just a good day or if this epiphany/shift in thinking is actually gonna last 🤔

[scrungy-gerry]

chibo belly :)

[shinkai-kaiju]

this game's flags are held together with fuckin hot glue and a dream is2g

[corvidarcana]

Here’s a doodle i never finished and also won’t ever finish

[mondaymelon]

honestly this entire account is just a circus and you are the captive audience

[pinky-in-blankets]

Thinking about tadc sidequests lore again.

[peapod20001]

In my...✨ depression bed ✨ phase <3

[storfulsten]

´`

[akaikami-cherryblossom]

Idk what they put in this but I am GROOVIN

[rivthewriter]

RUSSELL TRINGHAM KINNIE 🫵🫵🫵🫵

*also pointing in a mirror bc me the fuck too*

uh oh!! ive been spotted!! run away!!

[wellfell]

i just want a drama series w akina and ryuj.i investing sada.ko's murders and akina calling her a bitch every five seconds .

[13eyond13]

Why are the vampire chronicle people getting so worked up over nothing. Is it just a hostile fandom?

thats what im wondering hahaha i literally havent talked to anybody from the vc fandom before, im just like rambling to myself over here and then getting weird anons about stuff i say that i dont even mean to be negative

EDIT: I just realized both times it happened after i commented jokey tags on one particular blogger's gifsets, so im going to do us both a favour and delete those reblogs and then block them so i won't see their posts anymore (it was probably them sending me the anons! and if so perhaps i was directly bugging them sort of after all! oops)

[raeathnos]

It was supposed to rain today lol