#it really makes my day

[inkspottie]

You’re like a wonderful patron giving us awesome gifts. Like Ouroboros.

I do try~

[jev-urisk]

After a couple months of being on Tumblr I have concluded the following:

Getting a like!: 😁

Getting a reblog!: 🥰

Getting a positive comment that points out specific things the person likes or invites a conversation with me:

That will be all.

[sammi-xox]

sometimes when i see people using my cc it makes me wanna cry :’)

[commanderauri-art]

Just gotta say, you all don't know how happy and how much it means to me to see stuff in the reblogs, tags, etc on my art. It's really sweet and honestly makes me want to bounce around!

Thanks! ♡♡♡

[paradisepoisoned]

This post earns me a spot at Super Weenie Hut Jr.’s but it just needs to be said. To all my lovely mutuals and everyone who likes/shares/lurks my blog and my art. I just want to give a tremendous thank you.

Life hasn’t be very kind to me as of late and I never expected Death Note to be my saving grace lol my life went off the rails completely and I made a Death Note blog on a whim thinking I’d delete it in a week and move on. Instead I have made amazing friends and I’m starting to regain faith in myself as an artist. I had a career in art and it sounds cliche but I forgot how much fun art is when you’re not pressuring yourself for perfection.

idk im just emotional cause like I could have just as easily not made this blog and ended up squatting in an abandoned pizzeria smoking k2 so I humbly thank you all lol If even one person likes my dumb doodles for whatever reason thats enough for me and I hope everyone’s inner teenager is feeling as touched and healed as mine is rn lol thank you all for the love and support I’m so glad all you Death Note weirdos are still around lol 🫀

[ann-chovi]

I think it says a lot that I have a three-day-weekend (we get a paid day for birthdays) and I'm most excited about working on my dang comic lol

[blubary]

hi im here again could you write daniel + taylor going to a pool LMAOO 🫶

YESS YES OF COURSE!!!!!!

[strokingbooks]

I just love reading all of your tags in my gif sets

[thousandth-island]

Reading people’s nice comments on your stuff moodboard

[bluetorchsky]

I got tagged by three people and I’m just (screams and cries in the void) Y’all are so sweet and nice honestly

@smoresthehalloweenqueen @jaytoons7 @wololo-01 @00lari00 @the-shark-well @the-starry-inkwell @capturecharlesau @katiekatstudios @androidcharles @heyitsburtburt (i can’t remember your splatoon one) @dark-twist-fairytales @yanxioustrikas @mai-mai-lim @matchanxious @williamhandsomeface @cynicalflesh @catisteard @thesoulesscollection @lovelygirlnicole15 @rarestdogebutmemey @rarestdoge @kingkenzieofmold

If I forgot anyone, I apologize! And sorry if I tagged you and you were already tagged, y’all mean a lot to me

do u have those mutuals who are like WAY COOLER THAN U and when they reblog/like ur stuff ur just like 👀💯✔️👀

[spiribia]

once you hit adulthood a day will come when you’re suddenly like VEGETABLES 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 and it never goes away

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[cozylittleartblog]

@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you

edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally

[sabiekay]

If this ain’t me…🤣

Sometimes self-care is going back and re-reading all the comments people have left you on every fic you ever wrote

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[jabesa0]

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