#im slumped

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[james-bucky-barnackle]

Here's all I wanna do

I wanna quit my job and just read books and write fanfics, maybe listen and eventually voice my own audio erotica and earn big money from it or maybe just enough to live and not survive. And I get it, I haven't even done the next big step, which is to monetize my fanfics, or even just ask for donations - because for that to even happen, I have to actually be consistent with writing. And as for the voice over thing, all I've ever done is buy a mic. And now that mic is just sitting on my desk, well its not even on my desk - its on my shelf. And I always say I need to make time for it, but I never make time for it. Another way to look at it is I also never have time for it. I work night shifts, and I'm on a constant Russian roulette with my clock - waking up at different hours each time. And I know, you could say I'm just not disciplined enough to stick to a schedule and maybe that's it actually. And now I'm even more depressed just thinking about it, because now I feel so hopeless. Like what the actual fuck. I am just stuck in this zone where I have spurts of creativity for 5 minutes, or a sudden rush to get my life together, but I never do. And I'm so terrified of growing old and not having done anything. And it's funny because I'm stuck between denial and acceptance on the things I'm probably never going to achieve. And it sucks to say that out loud. I honestly dont know what to do now. I want to quit my job, eat cake and drown in books and media, but I am in no position to do that. I am broke. This is crazy. Usually every time I write a blog post, I reach some sort of enlightenment by the end of it but to be honest it's not coming and I'm terrified. I could say, I'd just quit my job and start working on the things I just mentioned, try working on my podcast, try writing audio porn scripts and even voicing them and then pumping out more content for fanfiction, enough that people actually want to donate so I can continue living off it. And it sounds so stupid in my brain, I just want to cry. Holy fuck I'm depressed, aren't I? There's also this thing, I've been singing since I was 5, and honestly I got so close to getting signed up by an independent record here, but never even got close to doing anything other than singing back up for a rapper. And the whole team is cancellable that it didn't feel right to be a part of. And I wouldn't want my career to start out that way. And now I'm like wallowing in self pity for all the opportunities I'm not getting but also more annoyed and maybe its laughable because I haven't even done anything to - well actually, physically start. Which I'm not sure how to put it or if it sounds pathetic, but maybe even the first sentence really will be just a dream. And I hate it because I started writing this entry to like relay a dream, because that's well, a dream - and the more I'm like diving deeper into it, I'm mad that it's just a dream. It can't be like this bro, like tell me this isn't it.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Steve knows the kids are obsessed with the newest up and coming metal band, Corroded Coffin, even though their music is actually terrible. But when Robin of all people begs Steve take them to the band's next gig, he relents.

Everything starts to make a lot more sense when they walk up to the stage and there's an honest to god Siren behind the microphone, a guitar slung low on his hips with magic wafting off him in waves over the crowd.

The singer clocks him immediately and quickly schools the flash of surprise in his eyes into something more flirtatious.

Steve smiles, the cat that caught the canary. He was right. Their music really does suck, and he can't wait until tomorrow when he can rub it in his tiny human friends' faces.

Tonight, however, he's going to ruffle a pretty boy's feathers.

~~~

Eddie knows his music's horse shit, tailor made for humans- sue him, they needed the money. So he's always a little surprised when another creature finds their way to his concerts. It happens on occasion, and of course they're always welcomed. He's seen all sorts on their tour.

But something as beautifully unholy as a Nephilim?

The man with the auburn hair and hazel eyes surrounded by a gaggle of children glows with a golden aura so soft and warm Eddie's almost left speechless. Almost.

He's caught staring, but he can't take his eyes away. So Eddie does what Sirens do best. He preens, puffs his sleek black feathers just enough for only the man in the crowd to see and sings. A move typically saved for encores, the crowd goes wild with energy and pushes their way towards the stage.

The Nephi laughs, full-bodied with mirth at the antics. A beacon of golden light bursts from him, control of his halo slipping just the slightest.

It's unearthly, it's sinful, and Eddie falls to his knees in worship. The men and women caught in the halo turn to him, smiling and leaning in and touching what is Eddie's--

But the Angel relaxes, the halo draws back, and the peoples' hands fall away even though their eyes linger.

None of that matters when the Angel blows him a kiss. Eddie knows, deep in the hollows of his bones, that when he finds him after the show, he'll stretch his Angel's wings and show him just how bright his halo can glow.

[incorrect-riordanverse]

ten-year-old Nico about Percy and gang: I just want to be included.

Nico, after being included: what the fuck—

[celestialwrites]

saying ‘i love you’ without saying ‘i love you’ dialogue prompts

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ “to me, you are perfect.”

♡ "don't you realise? you are my world."

♡ "you brought me back to life."

♡ "the only way i know how to describe what i feel around you is home. i feel at home."

♡ "it's as if my entire life i have been sinking in a storm and you came and pulled me out."

♡ "you know i stayed for you, and frankly, i don't regret it one bit."

♡ "with the whole of my heart, i believe that together we are infinite."

♡ "i never intend on leaving you. you hear me? never."

♡ "thank you for being the shoulder i always needed, even when you hated me."

♡ "i can't live without you!"

♡ "never leave me, my heart couldn't bear it."

♡ "i've spent my whole life waiting for you."

♡ "consumed in darkness, you darling, were my light."

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3

[algoreithms]

me and the devil, walking side by side

[emderperq]

The People liked my owl house art so heres some even sillier somewhat old toh art as i try to cope with the fact that i need to make art to be an artist o7

[hyakunana]

POV: Even with advantage and buffs, your local folk hero just rolled 1 in Intimidation

[bunzisntnormal]

i finally started loveless this morning

[likeprongstostars]

been thinking abt demon james a lot

[agustd3]

give him a lil kiss on the nose and tell him he worked hard

[positivelyadhd]

reminder that making time for your friends, even when you're tried and socialising feels overwhelming is important to do every so often. it's especially important to do this actually.

time alone can be good, for a time, but humans are social creatures and we need to talk to people, there's nothing wrong with that!!

sometimes the more time you spend alone the more your brain will tell you to stay alone. that's not true, you're allowed to (and should!!) see people that are important to you. sometimes that alone can be surprisingly healing.

[temeyes]

c'mon... it's just a little smooch... pretty please???

[m1dnitefloat]

yeah.

[blanketfortz]

like looking in a mirror

[itsdefinitely]

Blinky, I give you a gift

Hope you enjoy

he looks like a librarian