#im just rhyming now

[berandomness]

Your boyfriend?? Yeah, we turned him into a weather balloon. Yeah, he got shot down off the coast of north Carolina, Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, he's scattered across an 11km area of the pacific now. Yeah, yeah he is being scavenged by the coastguard, don't worry, he's gonna be recovered, we can rebuild him. My apologies.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

FOR A BEAT OF HEART, THE BREATH IS SHOT. AND WITHIN A BREATH, THE HEART IS CAUGHT. THE PIPES ARE BURSTING, UNDER GREAT STRESS, BOLTS TORN ASUNDER, MAKING A MESS. A FINAL COUGH, A FINAL RETCH, A GOREY SLOUGH, CLAIMED BY WRETCH.

[puppyeared]

Gripped with ideas but….. the panelling………….

[averlym]

some very very quick costume shorthands!

[narwhalandchill]

No way they had to actually nerf aventurines story boss fight 😭😭

[rhyme-draws-stuff]

Wigglypaint Artdump

Featuring my favorite girls from my favorite video games, Hornet (Hollow Knight) and Naija (Aquaria) <3

This was really fun!! I love making little drawings with limitations, this reminded me of what it was like when I first started pixel art!

Link to Wigglypaint: https://internet-janitor.itch.io/wigglypaint

It's fun, you can play it in the browser, would recommend!

edit 10/16/2024: added 2 more that I drew on the same day!

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

julesjulesjulesjulesjules

was all he could think about on the drive home.

the lines in her cheeks when she giggled, they hadn't been there at the diner they first met at, and he wondered if it was dramatic shows of clairvoyance that caused them.

her cool fingers on his neck, checking for a pulse as he lay, dazed on the muddy forest floor.

he felt his body grow warmer, imagining her long, straightened hair blowing in the wind of the ocean

damnit spencer why is her hair turning you on

her nose scrunching up as she leaned into him

the gentle parting of her lips as he cupped her face in his hand

their racing pulses

it's 2am, get home and then you can think about her

it was too late, his memories giving way to imagining her, mind wandering without his approval

juliet's lips touching his, finally feeling more than her ragged breath on his lips. soft, cooler than his own, quickly retreating from his mouth to his jaw, then down his neck and-

red light in front of him. he hadn't noticed and the lurch of his breaks when he finally did stop almost launched him through the window. he felt the seatbelt locking up, the strap digging into his chest but he still couldn't seem to focus on the road.

his mind kept wandering back to her. instead of showing him the truth, filling in the gaps with details that fit like he did with cases, shawn's brain was flipping through scenes like a roledex.

me shot on the forest floor? too grim. dad's house? where the hell did i get that one? on top of her desk? too public for tonight. that roller rink-

turn left up here moron.

he'd almost missed his turn. the rational side of him- the side that was driving- noticed the annoyed looks of the people behind him, miffed about his abrupt direction change, but the rest of him was back on jules.

bedroom. nice and simple.

shawn surrendered to the make-out-with-juliet voice, hoping that muscle memory could take him back to this month's apartment without his assistance.

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[witchescollection]

Ok not a question but I wanted to share this thoughts lately

I think I have something related with rain, not that is particularly special because It wouldn’t surprise me if it was actually very common or that I care very much about it very much but, ever since I was a child, I made what I called the rain dance, i never did it seriously and it started as a joke but like, there was a high probability that if I made the rain dance, it started raining. Not only that, but like unironically my mental health and my mood in general gets better when it rains. It is also important to say that I am indigenous descent and only a few weeks ago I learned that apparently the ethnic group where part of my family comes from were known as the people of the rain.

The most clear evidence I had of my affinity with rain was one time that the city I live was going through a very intense drought, and one of my friends said that I should do the rain dance and I jokingly accepted and that same evening, even though there were no clouds in the sky before, it rained, ofc that didn’t stop the drought and the rain was very little but it weirded me how a rain manifested out of nowhere

Anyway that’s just all I know it’s kinda stupid but still, I’m also aware that it can also probably be mere coincidence and I wouldn’t mind, idk I just love rain in general and just seeing it makes me happy

no because i am OBSESSED with the little witchy things we do prior to realising our power!!! little kids making potions out of mulch, or collecting and befriending unconventional pets, or chatting to the plants!! it is not stupid at all, flower, i'm so glad it makes u happy <3 <3

[beetlehoven]

should i post skulduggery oc...........................while it is night and people won't see..................because they are sleeping.......................like i should be..............................................

[dolokhoded]

maybe i'm just greek but it's so weird to me when people get so upset over the ACCENTS in shows being transferred from broadway to the west end or to australia changing like ???? literally who fucking cares it's the same music and the same words these are just people's accents people have different accents in real life outside of having to fake them for theatre sorry <3

[creatediana]

Oh, man, am I obsessed with you— strawberry soda in a dream, I want to give your coffee cream, I want to toast to you and do a little movie scene. You don't know what I mean— I mutter to you all the time beneath my breath pathetically. I speak to you in reverie, I'm animated and sublime, and you are laughing, too. The corner of my view, the window into joy, you are— you're all things pleasant, interesting, worthwhile. I yammer, draw, and sing and explicate serene, bizarre things freely as they come. I ask you where you're from and where your home is, really, now— still here? You're one thrill-seeking man, experienced traveler. How can the universe I know allow you really to exist? In truth, you're made of mist and I am only on cloud nine. I decorate it like my room and spray the couches with perfume I really don't wear, but it's mine— and you, beloved guest, you know I am obsessed but you approve it. I'm no threat— I love, and I am right to love. I'm caught in the illusions of embarrassments comfortably set on trays for me to eat. You're simply just too sweet.

"Musings" - a poem written 5/18/2024

[ourstarscollided]

You’re welcome to explain your answer in the tags!

[rpfisfine]

will you please please please listen to this if you have time and if i ask really nicely.

[rhyme-thinks-stuff]

i hate how major stressful political event is scheduled to happen at the start of my worsening-mental-illness season. that just sucks

[sho-minamimoto]

funniest thing ntwewy devs did was retroactively make beat and rhyme half siblings. not that im complaining at all but why did they do that

[fortunechaos]

Sometimes I'm like "I bet it would be interesting to make a representation of how everyone in our system is positioned relative to everyone else" and then I remember that it exists like, fully in 3D space and I have... No idea how to do that