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[l3m0n-c0r3]

toilet paper enrichment time!!!!!!!!

[faerieomenart]

Hey :)) *gets kebab'ed*

Messed around with color here. I hope it's as decent as I think it is lol. I just chose the values and then used procreate's gradient feature. Also I listened to Meet you at the Graveyard by Cleffy on repeat when I made this, hence the lyrics.

Trying out a new watermark instead of just a signature, which was an idea suggested by a buddy on Insta. (EDIT: Queued out of order and posted new art with the watermark already rip.)

Aug 31, 2024.

[shalomniscient]

thinking about arranged marriage between kujou sara and kamisato!reader.......... sara, seeing for the first time what a family is really like when you both make the trip up to the kamisato estate. you make an effort to include her in your conversations, and though she’s a little awkward, she tries. takayuki had never allowed her to play with her adoptive siblings or any of the other kujou soldiers—roughly grabbing her by the arm so tightly she remembers tears stinging her eyes as he ranted to her about how she should not let such pointless things get in the way of her duty. but as she watches you mess around with your brother and lightheartedly tease your sister, she can’t help but think this is the furthest thing from pointless.

(an unfamiliar ache blooms in her chest; is this longing?)

sara, sharing a meal with someone for the first time. she’d been so, so isolated as a child, and even as a general, held to some impossible standard that no other mortal could reach. but you are her wife—her equal. so you sit next to her as you have breakfast, and you sit next to her again as you have dinner. you talk about the weather, about your brother, about your sister, about your work, and sara listens. she doesn’t hang on to each of your words; no, she cradles it tenderly against her chest, holds it in her battle-hardened hands and cherishes it.

(these are the words you only say to her. this is hers.)

sara who is so unbelievably touch-starved she doesn’t even realise it. her heart leaps into her throat the first time you take her hand in your own as you both stroll down the streets of hanamizaka on one of her rare days off—kamaji had to practically force her to take leave. you absently tug her along as you flit from shop to shop, and she waits patiently as you chat with ogura mio about new kimono designs. she sees your eyes linger on a dark purple, almost black silken cloth with golden highlights, and makes a mental note of it. the next morning she leaves the kujou estate before you wake, and heads straight to ogura’s shop to commission a kimono and yukata made from that very cloth. her coin purse ends up significantly lighter, but she can’t find it in herself to care.

(she pretends she doesn’t see the knowing look in ogura’s eye.)

sara being defended for the first time by you. harsh words and harsher hands are not unfamiliar to her—this is, after all, just how takayuki raised her. she has long since learned how to drown out the snide comments from the other nobles of the kujou clan who coveted her position or her prestige. she is used to it, really. but she can’t help the way her eyes widen by a fraction and her heart lurches in her chest again when you shoot an equally scathing response right back at the noble from over the rim of your teacup. she has been a protector for so, so long that she isn’t sure what to do with herself when you glance back at her, all while the noble fumes across the tatami mats. she just nods, and you offer her a smile, before commanding the nearby guards with all the authority of a general’s wife to remove the man from the premises.

(you squeeze her hand under the table and her throat tightens—is this what it’s like to matter?)

sara going to a festival for the first time with you. she’d only ever enjoyed these from the outskirts, watching the fireworks as a guard at her post instead of as a reveler. you bring her along hand in hand to try out all sorts of assorted street foods and festival games. the fireworks bloom in the sky like blazing flowers, and she watches as your hair tosses lightly in the wind. the light illuminates your face in hues of dancing gold, and for a moment she’s struck near senseless by the sight of you. you call her name, softly, and her heart trembles in her chest like a frightened bird. and then you kiss her, lips soft against her own and she’s melting into your touch. her wings burst out from her back, pulling a breathless giggle from you. sara blushes furiously, stammering out some excuse that you cut off by kissing her again.

(she doesn’t mind.)

[dixidin]

The way Deadpool screams "TIME!!" before Wolverine and Sabertooth's fight is so funny to me

[4m4non]

daddy’s hooooome home for meeeeeeee

have gojo’s eye

[sweetnnaivete]

bring back old man yaoi wolfstar

[liliesandparchment]

Eloise said “perhaps just not at the house” what if she doesn’t want her at the house because she’s already writing to the someone someone she’s supposed to be writing to

[entertainmyfait]

Something is a lil 💏🏳️‍🌈about torchbearer and Clancy idk

[s0lace-1n-s0l1tude]

[julietasgf]

not tagging this and DEFINITELY deleting later (fr this time), but personally I just can't feel comfortable writing a fluffy dynamic between a heavily bigoted character x character from the group they hatecrime, but that's just me I guess

[voidscarredadjudicator]

Curious to know which team you're picking for Grand Fest, if any.

Hope you have a good weekend, whatever you're doing! :)

I stand before the screen, weighing my options. Past, Present, or Future. It's no different than any of the other festivals they've held, yet at the same time, the fervor they have for this particular celebration fills me with a strange sense of anxiety, as though this moment will be pivotal in the years to come.

What lies in the past for myself is obvious. A people. A world. One that every day, I find myself wishing I could return to. But the people I was born to no longer exist. The world I was born in no longer exists. Yet the past doesn't have to be solely for mourning, as those memories are what keep those old times from truly being gone.

The present, the here and now, is where the pain is felt, as well as the relief from said pain. Look too far back, and you can't see where you're headed - yet look too far ahead, and you may find yourself missing the forest for the trees. Being here, right now, is the one guarantee in anyone's life, and that on its own is something worth celebrating.

And as for the future... it's only natural to be fearful of what lies ahead. There will be struggle, there will be triumph, there will be love, there will be loss. The uncertainty of what will come next is enough to make folks clutch to what they have now in a vice grip, never learning to let go and make way for that new age.

Today's present will be tomorrow's past, the future of tomorrow will come to be the present, and the lessons of the past pave our way to the future. We are the sum of these things, the lessons learned and the people met, built and iterated upon ad infinitum, all while wading through this river, yet at the mercy of its unchanging current. We chart our course, marking our path for the ones that come after us, so that our present, their past, leads them to the future.

I cast my vote and step away from the screen, a smile hidden beneath my mask as I return home.

[simikae]

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[geibuffoonery]

Happy Halloween from my blorbos!!! We got DBD Ghostface Lune, Frankenstein's Monster Spade and (Retriever) Werewolf Girasol!!

[g0dhasbeen]

the lamps looking a little blurry today…

[artisticxlly]

Writing a Daisuga fic where marriage is a huge theme and it has just turned into me deep diving into what marriage should be about in my humble opinion (and also how I think Daisuga would be as a married couple)

[pamouche]

different ways of holding hands in THE ECLIPSE (akkayan)