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#wyll ravengard#bg3#baldur's gate 3#this was on my draft for some time#it took me time to be satisfied with it#next time I really need to pay more attention to composition#one of my biggest weak points as well as drawing hands lol#folyxart
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SEOKJIN + looks i'm not normal about (cr. 0613data, apple tape)
#usersky#annietrack#usermaggie#userpat#userkelli#btsgif#seokjin#my gifset#my content#w:bts#please lmk if i shouldnt use your tag - i havent giffed bts in a minute and im not sure what tags to use anymore 🥹#this was fun to color. took me 7 hours LMAOO but im satisfied for once. more or less#also first time trying the heavy sharpening/contrast i see a lot of creators use nowadays in both gifs and video edits#and i really like it i think. im going to alternate between this and my usual soft contrast in the future#anyways this man stays one of the most gorgeous creatures that ever graced planet earth im so serious#he doesnt even need bedroom eyes. look at that smile. the twinkling eyes. im awfully down bad for him and its embarassing#pf
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Did some fanart of @lenny-link TF2 x SU AU, 'cause I just went haywire for it :')
So have one drawing of me attempting to do a Heavy + Medic fusion (which I chose an Andalusite for), who are being lil' shits towards Scout. And one drawing of Peridot!Engineer in my more chibi-like style :]
(some small ideas I had below the keep reading line)
So, first off, I couldn't really see what gem Medic was, so I decided to just go with Red Agate. Mostly 'cause it's a gem that's a mix of red and white colors.
Now onto the lil' idea I had, which is Medic's power. Sure, it could be fun that he had just straight up healing powers (even if it's probably just Diamonds that have that power, but let's ignore that), but I thought about something else: An ability to enhance other gem's abilities. The ability only works when close to/touching the another gem, which- at the beginning- would mostly be gems that had moreso elemental, psychic-esque powers, or something else long-range rather than the gems who's prowess was mostly their brute strength or speed.
However. When fused with another gem, that enhancement ability of Medic's is way stronger. For Heavy, he will be way more physically powerful than he would be fused with anyone else. For Sniper, his arrows will not only multiply, but home towards their target or have some sort of elemental effect to it. Etc. Etc.
#Idk if I'll try drawing any other TF2 gem fusions :')#I kiiinda want to. but at the same time. it took so long trying to design Heavy + Medic's fusion o(-(#And still. a part of me isn't quite satisfied with how the fusion ended up looking orz Oh well#my art#Team Fortress 2#TF2 Fanart#TF2 Medic#TF2 Heavy#TF2 Scout#TF2 Engineer
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it's been nearly two years since i first drew this piece but i have finally managed to color it in a way that i'm satisfied with!!! 😤 (original ver here)
07.20.23 happy birthday oikawa <333
#haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi hajime#hanamaki takahiro#matsukawa issei#matsuhanaiwaoi#haikyuu#seijoh four#seijoh 4#seijoh third years#my art#mine#sorry i didn't have time to draw anything new specifically for oikawa's bday >A<#but!!! it's very satisfying to finally lay this piece to rest LMAO#like i think the original colors for this were the best i could do at the time#esp since it was for a zine with a schedule#but yeah i looked at it a couple of months after i finished and i was like#front cover: 10/10 no notes fine the way it is#back cover: hm..................i don't know what it is but i feel like this could be colored better#and then yeah it took me until now to finally tackle recoloring it#which btw was a constant stream of me yelling COMMIT TO THE COLORS COMMIT TO THE COLORS at myself#(instead of being wishy washy and blending too much which is smth i've always struggled with when painting)
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Oop, he ded
Okay so a funny story behind this thing sdfkjs I doodled the pose mspaint cuz I valiantly refused to open krita for sm reason unknown to me
#ray's art#danny phantom#danny phantom fanart#dp#dp fanart#this was originally meant to be an experiment with phantom's design but it kinda went off its designated track#i meant phantom from my jekyll and hyde au btw#he's still a wip for now ig hehe#WHY DOES MY ARTSTYLE CHANGE EACH TIME I FRIGGIN DRAW *sob*#not entirely satisfied with it but i don't wanna fiddle with it any more than I had#i don't wanna say how many hours this took me cuz it's quite frankly embarrassing#the portal was one big experiment omg
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//Day 1 : Formal Dance
for Revalink Week 2023
#loz#botw#revali#link#revalink#RevalinkWeek2023#this one took me quite some time guys.. but I love it#rendering was a whole process#played loose with clothes I don't know fashion! I'm like link fr#I have more things for revalink week that I won't be able to post this week bc its finals week </3#but will be posting the rest of may so you guys get this as a little appetizer#to keep you satisfied...#myart
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Mass Effect Legendary Edition / Francesca, Hozier: Ashley Williams & Kaidan Alenko for @deannastrois (insp)
Ashley Consistency Project
Ashley's Guardian Armory
Alliance Uniform Consistency
Ashley's Armor
Ashley's Hair
Ashley's LE3 Armors
Ashley's armor texture
Kaidan Alenko Overhaul
Kaidan Alenko's Andromeda Armory
Kaidan's LE3 Armors
Play as Padme Amidala
#mass effect#ashley williams#kaidan alenko#wilenko#willenko#mass effect mods#masseffectedit#dailygaming#gamingedit#dailyvideogames#videogameedit#vgedit#edain's edits#this took me SO LONG#i did not need to do so much but it was a whole lotta fun learning new things#im going to schedule this b/c its late and i know im gonna wake up tmrw and hate it#tried to make it ambigious as to whos speaking (they're both speaking)#special thanks to the padme mod for keeping me sane#it was fun playing dress up with her while i was gathering footage#*all the mods really -- it wouldn't be the same w/o them tbh#i redid that last gif 3 times b/c i kept messing up the txt in the 2nd part but im satisfied now
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I love how you draw Hua Cheng so much ❤️❤️❤️
Aaah, thank you so much! This seriously made my day!!!
Here, you can have this very smug Hua Cheng I sketched the other day. As a treat ❤️
#honestly it took me quite a while until i was satisfied with how i draw him#my goal at all times is to capture both his slyness and his softness#at some point i developed a very specific set of features for him and im pretty happy#i love his smug ass sm
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There’s so many layers to Sejanus being devastated by Marcus’s fate. He hates how the districts are treated by the Capitol, hates the cruelty of the Hunger Games, he feels the same emotional pain he would have felt being a tribute himself, if not even more, having to watch completely safe from afar, unable to do anything to put an end to the senseless slaughter, while guilt gnaws at him for not risking getting picked to participate himself, for having escaped. No innocent child deserves that, and it gets even worse when one of the children picked is someone he personally knows, someone he used to share a routine with, someone he used to spend hours alongside in a classroom.
And that child isn’t just someone, that child is Marcus, the kind boy who, while not even being his friend, went out of his way to help him when he got hurt, completely unprompted, just out of the goodness of his heart. That boy is a testament to what Sejanus already knows, that everyone seems to keep forgetting, which is that humanity at its core is and can be better than how it’s currently behaving. Not to mention how that was probably the last time Sejanus ever experienced an act of such pure, unconditional kindness. And that simple gesture was so impactful on him, it was enough to cement Marcus’s presence in his heart for all those years and then the rest of his life, and it no doubt helped shape Sejanus into the person he became. Someone as good as Marcus shouldn’t be going through all of that, and it drives Sejanus crazy. If the Hunger Games were too much for him to handle before, now that Marcus is involved, they're unbearable.
But there’s more to Marcus. He is also a safe memory to Sejanus, one who undoubtedly often comforted him when he was feeling at his worst. And he’s one of the main things Sejanus thinks about when he thinks of District 2, his home. Home, which despite the fact that he lived there during the war, despite all the suffering he witnessed, despite the reality of the current living conditions there, is still Sejanus’s happy, safe place; it’s the place he belongs to, the place that could fix almost everything for him. But he can never return there. It has to exist only as a memory, kept safely locked away and untouched in his mind and heart.
But when Marcus arrives in the Capitol, he brings his home with him too, he is the physical manifestation of it. Sejanus’s desperation doesn’t just stem from the fact that it’s Marcus, the innocent, kind-hearted boy, undeserving of such cruelty; but also from the fact that that’s his Marcus as well, the one whose existence is synonymous to his home, his sweet boy from his memories, his comfort. Marcus being there doesn’t only mean the pointless, unjust death of a good person, Marcus being there also means the death of Sejanus’s home, its image no longer far away, safe and untouched, kept only in his mind. Now it’s here and crumbling in front of his eyes. He already knew the reality of things, but it was just that: knowledge. Now he’s face to face with it, face to face with the fact that neither Marcus or his home are or will ever be safe. And, worst of all, he has no way to save them, or anyone else, he’s powerless and completely hopeless against the cruelty of the Capitol, against their fate; and now more than ever, since he’ll have to witness the death of the boy whose memory so often brought him hope before.
In the end all that’s left of both of them, for Sejanus, is a small chunk of marble, made from the same material as his District and carved into the shape of a heart, because that’s exactly where Sejanus’s own is: home with Marcus. We learn he has carried it to his new life in Twelve, immediately before we learn the only pictures he’s taken with him are of his family and his classmates in Two, of him, home for one the last times, standing with Marcus right behind him. That heart is the last physical object connected to Two and Marcus that he’ll have with him for the rest of his life, the last symbol of what he lost and will never get back, of what he couldn’t save or help. But it’s also the one object connected to them that he brought with him when he regained faith, when he felt like he could finally make a difference and actually help people in the districts; the last symbol that things could still get better and not all hope is lost.
For Sejanus Marcus is a kind and innocent kid; he’s the good in humanity; he’s a safe memory; he’s the marble heart because he is hope and comfort, and despair and helplessness, and home, and because he is deeply rooted in his own heart
#marble heart best character in the saga and it only appears very briefly twice#jokes aside its truly one of the most interesting elements in the book if not in the entire saga#this is my interpretation of only part of its meaning#im always thinking about that damn heart#also it took me days to write this cause i was never satisfied there was always more to say#(and bc im a perfectionist and kept rewriting each sentence but now i said whatever and just posted it)#everything about marcus and sejanus both separately and as a pair is SO interesting#such great characters and marcus isnt even around for that long#i love them so much#sejanus plinth#marcus tbosas#sejarcus#marble heart#gonna start tagging it every time i talk about it#ballad of songbirds and snakes
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I'm really curious! I format my posts based on how good they look on my laptop, specifically using this Stylus userstyle by Pixiel (installation guide here) because I can't stand anything but the old Tumblr layout.
I know that some specific post types (mostly bullet / tiny pixel formatting) don't translate the best on mobile because of how they're blown up to fit the screen. I don't plan on changing my post formatting for the mobile gaze... but who knows? x)
#In other news; the worst of the post-tonsillectomy is over and I have been given codeine so I am satisfied. =w=#I'm not loopy on any of the painkillers or sedatives anymore so I can coherently draft & queue posts now.....#The struggle to make the last post post-op was so much I posted it to the wrong blog and everything!!! x) It took me like 20 minutes!!#I've been using my recovery time to organize graphics on my hard drive (mostly dividers) & do little creative things here and there. ^.^
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can-can u draw human Saint n arti with their humanized designs where Saint does something that makes Arti vaguely flustered. just anything
something like your one drawing of her looking at him with his third eye
I would thoroughly enjoy that :)
Your wish is my command 🫡
#IM SORRY IT TOOK ME FIVE YEARS (two days) TO MAKE A DOODLE 😭😭😭#I’ve been very busy lol#I might colour it later if I have time#But in the meantime have a sketch!!!#Arti gets a kiss on the cheek#Saint is standing on a stool btw you just can’t see it cause it’s out of frame lmfao#They’re so short#Also I was too lazy to draw Arti’s arm thingies lol#It’s rushed but hopefully this satisfies your Karmaflower desire
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whaddaya think makes tracks like that? / needletail and violetpaw
#my art#do not copy trace or steal#needletail#violetshine#warriors#warrior cats#wc#waca#wc art#squints i think i have all of the tags#THIS TOOK feels like WAY SHORTER THAN THE OTHER ONES#but probably bc theres like. way less grass in this one and more snow and thats way easier to do#THE WAY I DID LIGHTING U CANT RLLY TELL I MADE VIOLET A CALICO </3 hell on earth#IM RLLY SATISFIED WITH HOW NICE THIS CAME OUT + HOW FAST I WAS ABLE TO DO IT#it was on/off all day bc i have felt just physically weird . not bad but not good but not sick#anyway wish me luck on my exam and my paper ^_^ more worried about my exam than anything#its mostly monomers im worried about x_x i can tell u the most out there biology fact but i cannot tell u shit abt carbohydrates#anyway i am going to bed goodnight yall <3 its only like 12:30 rn WHICH ISNT BAD TBH#would u guys believe me if i said i was a little nervous posting because i feel like i forget something every time#i always get the nerves before i post and then i post and its fine AHBDLFHGBD#OKOK goodnight for realsies#tag edit carbohydrates arent monomers theyre fucking polymers THIS ONLY ILLUSTRATES MY POINT FURTHER
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I'm finally done . . Always late with them zodiac girls But here it is, 2024, Year of the Dragon~
#original#oc#my art#digital art#art#illustration#character design#dragon girl#fire#happy 2024#zodiac#took me a really long time to be satisfied with this
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Weekly fic rec, by yours truly...
The wind stills ruffles our hair, still shakes the leaves of the trees. The world keeps on spinning. People still walk on the streets, still keep on their routines. We share old stories, old photographs, old memories. We offer each other a hug, even if it can only do as much as wave the cold away. Sometimes, that warmth is what we need to sooth the aching lump in our throats. Sometimes, it just makes it hurt more, but we need it all the same.
I was living my life like normal, until I saw this post. I wasn't prepared to have the ground shattering beneath my feet.
The Ordinary World, by Anti_kate
Rated E, ~24,8k words
My tags: intense, cathartic, beautiful
Summary:
He couldn’t quite remember what Aziraphale smelled like anymore, the particular combination of fresh bread and sea salt and cedarwood, the caramelized sugar of crème brûlée. But even though he couldn’t remember the scent precisely, he knew the bookshop didn’t smell right. It didn’t smell like Aziraphale. It was as if he’d never been there at all. Aziraphale disappears the night of the bookshop fire, and Crowley is left alone and grieving. But death is not always the end.
Hm. This fic spoke to me in such a level. Cut me deep and dissected my feelings in such a way that I didn't expect -- so I'm sorry in advance. This will get a bit personal, and I don't know to which extent everyone can relate to this story, and to which extent is me projecting my own experiences.
So, this can be a particular experience of mine, but I don't see many stories dealing with grief. In the movies, TV shows, books, etc. that I've watched and read, it's an uncommon theme. I find that interesting because even if it is different for everybody (and if every time it hits differently), everyone experiences grief. In the same way that everyone dies, everyone also feels the pain of grief.
We see characters dying and characters suffering for it, but the grief per se is uncommon. And I think that's because it happens a lot in one's head, it's not a linear process, it's complex and painful, and it's never the same. It doesn't even end. We never really stop mourning. We go through our days, and the grief is with us. We work, and it sits by our side. We laugh, and it warps its arms around our shoulders. We cry, and it constrict our voices. We eat, and half of it goes to its belly. We walk, and its weight slows us down. We learn to live with it, we grow around it, but that hollowness is always there, never fulfilled again.
And this story taps into that so well (for me, at least). It describes so well the sense of loss, the sense of emptiness, the absence that lingers. How everything hurts, how it feels for the world to end, and nothing changing. For it to end and people still being the same, doing the same things. For it to end, and for you to confront the fact that it means nothing, really; you still, somehow, have to keep going, you, somehow, are still alive. The world ended, nothing changed, and you still have to breathe.
All that is left is your memories, and they aren't even the same anymore. You can't exactly remember them, but your body does. You get assaulted by them. You get haunted by the ghosts of the people you lost -- you can hear their voices on the back of your mind, you can feel them on their words, on the things they owned, on the things they did. You listen to a song and BAM! there is their ghost singing those lyrics, hoping to that rhythm, a memory that you didn't know you still had. Their ghosts haunt you. But they're gone. They don't exist anymore, only being alive in the past; only still in the memories, in memories that, more often than not, will die with you and cease to exist when all that's left of you is the memories on other people's heads.
We see Crowley go through that. We see him hurting like we (maybe *I*, lol) hurt. We see his suffering upon losing Aziraphale, and how he hurts himself trying to stop hurting, and unfortunately, the hurt is inescapable. He sacrifices a lot to get answers, to try to get close to Aziraphale again -- and what wouldn't I sacrifice only to be able to hug the people I lost ome more time...
But the good news is that he can get Aziraphale back. And he does. The plot is amazing. The descriptions of how he does that and the twists are amazing. This fic is so poetic, and the ending is so beautiful. Reading Crowley getting Aziraphale back was incredible, especially after seeing (experiencing, really) the hurt.
I love how the author wrote this story, their prose is beautiful. Haunting. I loved every bit, and I felt so seen, hugged by Crowley's hurt; he getting back something that I will never be able to was great. It comforted me a lot, even if it hurt (and it did hurt a lot lol I still have a lump on my throat and did cry yesterday because of it, but it was a good type of cry. One that makes you feel good after).
This fic made me feel a lot, and I'm so grateful for it (@antikate I'm sorry for tagging you I just want you to know that I loved your fic so much, and I for sure wasn't able to get that across by my comments there. Rhank you so much for this story) It's so beautiful and... aaa alright time to end this rec. I babbled a lot and said almost nothing, I feel like. Just go read it (not for everyone, I know, but yet...).
This fic is like drinking a too-sweet beverage to try to swallow a too-bitter med. Like making popcorn when you feel sad, because that's what they did when they felt sad.Like keep on living and laughing, because they would like you to.
#✨️Random fic rec✨️#this took me some time#i redid this rec a few times#I'm not satisfied wirh it still#and i almost scrapped it entirely because it got away too personal#but fuck it lol
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Finally finished up this little guy! It took me 30000 years but I've finally finished my lil nautolan boy based on the ochre starfish!
This drawing was inspired by wonderful drawings by Deer-Head-Xiris on Twitter (I think?). Go show them some love too they're truly amazing!
#star wars#sw art#star wars art#star wars fanart#sw#art#digital art#illustration#nautolan#his name is Beni#and he likes eating sand#And you betta be nice to him#I have several more sketches similar to this one that just need ti get digitalized#but prolly won't till at least next week#the reason this took me 30000+ years to complete was because I kept having to redo his little horns over and over#Cos I was never satisfied#but I finally landed on this and if I have to redo it one more time I will cry#oc art#oc#star wars oc#sw oc#sw ocs#the clone wars#artists on tumblr#also I added the unshaded version cos I think it makes the colors pop a bit more
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For the fic writer asks:
4. Obviously you did research for BitB. I'd love you to ramble about it if you like I'm sure you've got STORIES
5. Did you outline it?
7. How'd you decide it would be Hob's pov?
25-27 I'd love to know a/some favorite lines, details, and any lore you might want to share
omg TJ what wonderful questions! thank you!! this is going to get LONG!
4: Rambling about research!
do you wanna see a screen shot of my bookmarks under my "band au" folder?
man, and that's only what could fit on the screen.
there is... SO MUCH i chose to ignore for this fic. ideas that i had to drop, lines or extra details about the other band members equipment. more logistics, what Lucienne actually does, what Mervyn has to put up with as the new touring stage manager... i realized very early on that i couldn't possibly cram all this (super cool and eye opening) information into the fic and still keep reader's interest and, most importantly, to not stray away from the fact that this is a dreamling fic. whenever i felt myself getting carried away with a side character or job or even social media numbers, gossip, outside POVs, i had to reign myself in and get back on track. there will be time for exploring everything i missed in side stories after BitB is finished. i just hope i still have the energy to write it all.
once, i was so deep into research that after publishing chapter 2, i went into work and when my chef asked what "GA" meant on my prep list, i answered with full confidence, "general admission."
(it means "get ahead.")
the worst part of this entire writing process is im still learning new shit. i havent rewatched or read a lot of what i've saved because, to be very honest, i was feeling a little burnt out. it's why we're kinda full steam dreamling now. it's why ive been glossing over a lot of technical stuff and being vague about conversations amongst the crew/not including it at all. i don't prefer ignoring my research, but at the end of the day i want to still enjoy writing this fic and finish it. even if i can't be as descriptive and detailed and nuanced as i used to be.
5: Did you outline the fic?
(also asked by @hardly-an-escape!)
i wouldn't call what i have a proper "outline," it's more like a 20k word document filled to the brim with notes that i skim at least a dozen times while i'm writing a new chapter (being in my brain is literally hell). i live multichapter life very dangerously. i copy and paste lines or sections (always scattered, never together! augh!) that are meant to go together and plop them in a new document titled "band au ch.#" and then i structure the chapter around what i want to happen.
but to answer this question in the plainest of terms: yeah. i know exactly what's going to happen up until the very end. even if its all in my head and the only concrete shit that's written down are beats/plot points. i'll figure out the rest later!
7: How'd you decide it would be Hob's POV?
i actually never even considered writing it from Dream's POV. this was my first fic in the fandom (which is so nuts to think about lol) and writing in Dream's POV sounded so scary lol. i also just thought Hob's would be easier because i have worked a few backstage shows, back in my college years. i figured eh, i can make this work. and i loved exploring how weird and mysterious musicians can be, from a normie's POV. making Hob a fan first and having him worry about developing a parasocial relationship... it was fun to explore.
25: Share your favorite line
oh god, i have so many haha.
“What are you thinking about?” starting in ch.2 and onward lmao
“It’s–” Dream laughs quietly, bitterly. “I don’t like change.” He says each word with emphasis, eyes trailing down to fixate somewhere past Hob. “And I still hold onto the things I can control, like my instruments–” his eyes swing up to regard Hob apologetically. “Or my clothes or my–” he brings a hand up and wiggles his fingers around his head. “My hair.” ch.4
"His majesty is pleased." ch.5
“You are obsessive,” he states, slow and cool and with a quiet smile cracking through his composure. “Just like me.” ch.7
“You look good.” Hob has to lean in to say so, unwilling to raise his voice amongst the roar of the fans. ch.11
“Del looks like porcelain, but she’s actually made of steel.” Desire swirls the contents of their glass before pushing their shoulders back with a deep breath. “She's tougher than all of us.” ch.11
“Everything. I want…” his fingers tighten in Hob’s hair, pulling him closer, speaking against his lips. “…Everything.” ch.14
26: Share your favorite detail
how intentionally coy Dream behaves. i love keeping him a mystery and deciding when and how much to allow his intentions to peek through has been so fun lol.
Despair is in fact covered in tattoos and piercings! i say this because i feel like sometimes i forget lmao. (but also her and Hob don't interact much so. my bad haha).
Delirium's constant explosion of color in the way she dresses <3
Hob's dedication to his job, Dream, and the people he cares about the most. i don't care if people think i'm making him too soft and good, im gonna project on that man and make him a sweet, sweet simp lmao
and ah, this doesn't matter anymore, and i kinda regret doing it but. i originally had Dream's favorite bass all black but the pickguard was white. so it actually looked like Jessamy. not gonna lie when @designtheendless drew it all black i decided i liked it better that way. and truly i do. that's when i went back to ch.1 and changed it haha. to actually see the guitar with Dream, all done up sparkling black and purple flecks... gosh it's just so him. but then i got up to the reveal that the guitar's name was Jessamy and i was like, "oh, right." lmao. no one seems to care so i'll leave it be.
27: Share a piece of lore you made up for the story
i have a lot lmao. and this post is already so long... im hoping i can get to some if not all of it in side fics in the future. but for now, here's some that's more like headcanons but:
Dream hates flying. he can full on go into panic attacks on the plane if he allows himself to get into his own head.
this was mentioned briefly in ch.4, while Dream was discussing the formation of the band, but Despair was in another band before joining Endless. she is the only character in the fic who gets to keep her English roots (lol sorry) and is the oldest in the band (30).
all of the band members ages: Dream, Desire, and Death are all 28 and Delirium is 22.
Dream can experience subdrop after going too hard during a performance.
Dream paints his own nails, it's very therapeutic.
as an exercise, i explored my own headcanons for Dream in this verse in a word doc, and one thing i will share from it that you might find interesting: If I were to ever give Dream a theological values, I would describe him as a satanist. He is a physical and pragmatic person, nonconforming, and although he is introverted, he enjoys being a part of a community (he loves his band).
also found this in my notes: How Desire and Dream got along was Death making them fight it out. Hob raises an eyebrow “like in a brawl?” He couldn't imagine Desire throwing hands. “No, in a pillow fight that escalated in hair pulling and verbal taunts.”
fic writer asks
#yooooo#this took me a long time to answer lol#i gotta go to bed but#THANK YOU SO MUCH TJ!!#dreamling#(why not. there's a lot here let put it out into the main tag!)#fic: bolt in the blue#im so satisfied ahhh thanks again#:)
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