#it's been two years and this still hurts

[loki-hargreeves]

"I had a brother?"

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!

[bromcommie]

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[al-luviec]

juvie buddies

[vakarianshepard]

sole survivor!shepard and ashley’s friendship is so important to me. two people who survived an impossible situation, lost almost all their friends, and just. kept going. neither of them really had time to mourn, to process anything. shepard shipped off to N training, and ash is reassigned to the normandy and it’s just go here, on to the next mission. you survived. you’re fine. so what if you don’t feel like you deserve this? so what if your “success” cost you your friends? you’re lucky. right?

no one really gets it, and people bring it up like it’s something you should be proud of. and you can’t really blame them, how could they know? you lived, that's impressive! no one understands what it feels like to be the last person standing, surrounded by the bodies of people you failed care about.

but shepard knows. ashley knows. they don't have to talk about it much, but it's nice to have someone who understands. who you can turn to with your doubts and your questions and your grief. someone who can hear you out and say "i've been there" and mean it. someone who knows WHY you have to push yourself, why you have to be good enough— you have to be worth the lives of all the people who died to get you where you are. (how far are you going to drive yourself? are you trying to be a martyr?)

but no matter what, one of them dies. even if it’s temporary in shepard’s case. the only other person who got it. another friend, gone. whether shepard loses ashley on virmire or ashley loses shepard on the normandy, one of them is left behind. ash outlives two of her closest friends only a few months after losing her entire squad.

it makes me think about foundation, where after ash talks to rasa/brooks, she remembers one of her squad telling her "luck is for the lonely." i really think that would be on her mind again after both virmire and the destruction of the normandy. sure, she keeps getting "lucky" but always being the last one standing is pretty damn lonely too.

[shithowdy]

realized a drawing i'm doing rn is almost identically posed to one i did 8.5 years ago of a different oc, except the old drawing was instantly tainted by one of the players featured messaging me asking if i could take it down because their abusive, possessive rp partner saw it and got jealous of them "roleplaying behind their back" and i said "nah" and it became a whole Thing that i should have walked away from at that exact moment but didn't and the 6 months that followed contained some of the most truly condensed batshit i have ever witnessed in an rp community already well-known for its batshittery.

... anyway i love my friends. so happy to accidentally redeem the pose.

[dairyfreenugget]

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I think "one or more of them is in danger or almost fucking dies, in the process discovering their child's impurity, and then after a lot of emotional turmoil they just pass the fuck out the second they're safe and calm again thanks to the awful, exhausting day they've had" is a scenario I write weirdly often for this messy as hell family

Anyway. Family cuddles. My babygirl is exhausted and deserves to be held for once

ID start: A black and white doodle of the Pale King, White Lady, and Pure Vessel from Hollow Knight as humans. The three of them are covered in bruises and scratches. They're sleeping in a pile of blankets with the Pure Vessel tucked in between their parents, with only their face showing. The Pale King is hugging them with both sets of his arms, his face buried in their hair, while the White Lady lays beside them with her arm drapped over the both of them and roots coiling around them. End ID.

[askblueandviolet]

Do you think you be Mayor could’ve been better friends (orsomethingmore) under different circumstances?

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[dayurno]

hiii dayurno could you tell me more about raven!jeremy? it's such a new idea sounds very interesting!!!

hiii of course! buckle up. long story and also a collab with ao3 kevjean :3

well first of all let me say that in this au jeremy is not part of the perfect court or in fact even close to it at all. he’s a sub striker with a high jersey number who did not see much playtime during his career as a raven and was on the lower end of the raven spectrum skill-wise. this is important to tell you because the fic doesn’t start with jeremy in the ravens, it starts with him dealing with the aftermath of the nest getting dissolved and losing every bit of his hopes and dreams after sacrificing everything in his life to make it in eau—it starts with kevin salvaging the last dregs of jeremy’s college career by recruiting him for the foxes for his last year, even though jeremy, as an ex raven, hates him (and jean) for what they’ve done both to riko and to their team

ok good. so set the scene. jeremy is miserable. the ravens already didn’t like kevin and jean to begin with, isolated as they were from the perfect court. now jeremy lost not only his team but the lifestyle surrounding it, the ideology of the ravens, his partner, and his career prospects. he doesn’t have the eau raven title anymore and he can’t use it to get himself in the line of sight of most pro team recruiters. he gave up a family (that didn’t love him much, but still) and a trustfund for this. kevin day leaves the nest, jean moreau follows soon after, and their king kills himself. Do you understand how much jeremy hates them? kevin and jean were perfect court, were untouchable, didn’t even know or care to learn his name as a sub striker with not much under his belt—and then they left and destroyed everything jeremy had worked so hard for without even thinking about him. without remembering him at all, in fact.

he hates them!!!!!!!! desperately. With a passion. getting recruited for the foxes and by kevin day on top of it all is humiliating, but it’s the last chance he has. jeremy arrives in palmetto an angry hateful mess made ten times worse by kevin’s constant criticism of him, unaccustomed with normal life and without a partner for the first time in four years. he’s volatile and destructive and he has nothing to live for. exy is the only thing he wants and it doesn’t want him back. :) kevin steps in and takes jeremy’s game from him much like he did with neil, both out of desperation because the foxes are a mess now with the addition of their freshmen, and because, while jeremy isn’t really anything to write home about in terms of skill, he’s far more ambitious and disciplined than the average fox. jeremy hates kevin but can’t afford to reject his help. thus begins the most convoluted raven partnership to ever exist

jeremy hates kevin and has a non-negligible wish to harm him whichever way he can, but he’s also a raven that escaped the nest all on his own. he latches onto kevin immediately, the two of them becoming partners in the raven sense of the world while clashing Often and Intensely with each other both on and off court. their relationship gets more and more volatile the more jeremy goes out of his way to get under kevin’s skin, resentful and so angry at what the perfect court’s done to him, while kevin sinks his feet in and pushes jeremy way past his limits in his training. basically they are a match made in hell :) lots of hatefucking and jealousy and violence and the one murder attempt ensue as the foxes try to navigate this destructive, hopeless version of jeremy that wants to die and take down as much as he can in the process, up to and including kevin day. they’re together every second of the day and jeremy hates him for everything kevin took from the ravens, but he also depends on kevin’s training and presence to feel like a person again. it’s a really big mess basically that is eventually made worse (and better) by kevin and jeremy starting to sleep together to get the adrenaline out raven-style. and that’s all without jean coming along, which he will eventually

[kyouka-supremacy]

That fic from Akutagawa's pov that remarked how although Dazai had left a bomb under Chuuya's car, at least that showed he had thought about him before going, while he never cared enough to spare a thought for Akutagawa.

[spaceratprodigy]

*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)

@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

pose reference

[arolesbianism]

Despite how much I suffered making my last isat au Aris sprite redraw, I decided to do it again and once again went through hell doing it. There’s like a billion mistakes in this (such as her having the wrong arm rip) but at the end of the day I’m still happy with how it turned out :]

[picklesthenonbeanary]

New headcannon just got airdropped into my thoughts. The song Hurts like hell but with click clack and it takes place during a depression episode at some point after thespius ascended but he hasn’t yet and is still dealing with the mental burden that is his friend/partner ascending and how his time is finite and all that sort of mental stuff that comes with your best friend/partner (and crush) now being immortal and them not knowing the certainties of it and if they’re relationship will ever be that same again for better or for worse.

This would honestly be such a cool animation but like I can’t animate for the life of me or have the time too with my break ending soon sadly

[kyuohki]

WIP WED-FRIDAY!!!

Wrote and edited a *bunch* of stuff, but of course not a bit of it was for what I *wanted* to write...

;n;

Under a cut for length and...smut.

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Bound for Greatness College AU: Treat

Zale dared to look up, licking his lips as he lingered on the heavy bulge in Garl’s pants, then trailed further up and froze at the sight of Garl leaning back in his chair. His smile spread warm and fond on his face, and Zale blushed and dropped his head, embarrassed at being caught.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Garl murmured, reaching down to tip Zale’s head back up. “Are you feeling a bit neglected?”

Zale blushed harder, opening his mouth but paused; the rules that were set—that he had had made for himself and Garl had agreed on—were that if he were directly asked a question, he had to answer…but nonverbally because Kittens couldn’t talk. But when it came to it—

“Hmmm? Maybe neglected and a little shy?”

A thumb gently brushed along his lip, and Zale moaned and tried to pull it into his mouth—only for the hand to pull away. He whined at the loss, shifting up and trying to chase after it, only to get a firm hand pressed against his collarbone and a gentle push to sit back down on his bed. The movement made the plug shift into a new position and press deep, and Zale gasped at the pressure. He shifted forward as far as Garl allowed him, whining and humping briefly at nothing.

“No. No treats, not yet,” Garl’s voice was firm, and Zale shivered at the authority in it. “I know it’s hard, Kitten, but you need to be good. If you can’t answer, then you wait.”

Good.

Yes, he could be good. He wanted to be so good for Garl.

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Bloodlines: Warped Fate

The two blinding lights finally landed, becoming incandescent pillars once more at the edge of the roof of the Lair. Garl whooped and rushed forward, Seraï and B’st a step behind him—but the Warrior Cook skidded to a confused halt, the assassin and golem narrowly missing running into him as they did the same.

“Garl, what’s wrong? Resh’an—?” B’s started, but trailed off in a confused warble as the Alchemist waved them back. Seraï felt a growl grow as she stared at the immortal’s back, the man still tense as he stared at the fading lights. But then—

Two figures stepped out of one side of the swiftly dissipating light. Valere looked dazed as she stepped forward—and right behind her, a giant of a woman in odd clothing waved a hand and the rest of their bright pillar disappeared. One of the woman’s hands rested lightly on the Lunar Monk’s shoulders, and she gave Resh’an a large smile and a nod. Her head turned and Seraï gaped at the cheerful, wide smile the newcomer directed at her.

“Ah!” the stranger exclaimed, and the next moment she stood in front of Seraï—she hadn’t even seen the woman move, just was instantaneously there. “You all must be the ones who helped our chosen reach their full potential!”

Before she could even react, the woman swept Seraï up into her arms and spun with a laugh. She heard Garl give a startled whoop as the woman scooped him up as well, his arms flailing as they whirled. The second pillar of light finally disappeared, and there was a riot of color that would flash by as Seraï struggled to free herself from the stranger’s enthusiastic hold.

The woman finally spun to a stop, gently setting Garl and Seraï down, and the world continued to spin for a moment. Seraï stumbled and B’st caught her, his hands carefully righting the assassin. It was rare that she could be disoriented like this, and Seraï worried that Garl was in a worse spot—and she was right. He pitched forward, hands on his knees and a decidedly greenish cast to his face as he gasped. The newcomer hovered over him worriedly, a bright glow radiating from her hands and washing over the Warrior Cook.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I got caught up again!”

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Scorched Earth (Bad End): To Heel

“Such a boring, broken Mutt now, aren’t you?”

Puppy ignored how Giant watched him, eyes locked on the dark hall, waiting for Mistress to come with his dinner, and whatever treat she’d promised. Giant stomped closer and loomed over him, and Puppy glanced up with a shiver; Mistress wasn’t here, and the only time Giant would initiate Play with him, was when Giant was also Playing with Mistress…so Giant was probably wanting to Fight.

“Ignoring me now?”

Puppy snarled as a large hand fisted in his hair, uncertain and confused at the sudden attention without Mistress, twisting and clawing at the enormous hand. He kicked out, trying to knock Giant over, light sputtering in his hands and wisps flickering in and out about him, but not allowing the energy to furl into true flame. He was allowed to fight back when it was warranted, but using his light was forbidden. Unfortunately, this usually meant fights were lost to Giant more often than not. Puppy was fast, but so was Giant, and he could easily shove Puppy down and pin him against the floor with his considerable weight.

Giant chuckled, shoving him onto his back and holding him down with one hand clutched at his neck. A large hand groped under his ragged clothing, Giant petting against the soft skin along Puppy’s stomach like how he did when they Played. Puppy’s next blow went wide, a gasp strangling out as he arched up into the soft pets, confusion ramping higher. Giant didn’t like him. He only Played with him bc Mistress asked him to.

“Ha! You’re so greedy for any touch, aren’t you?”

The hand groped even lower, slipping into Puppy’s pants, and his breath strangled out in a wheezy groan. His dick was hard, straining against Giant’s hard palm as he humped up. Something wet trailed up his neck and along his jawline, and Puppy jerked away enough to stare up at Giant with wide eyes. Giant’s mask was gone, all three golden eyes watching him calmly; the shriveled lips were pulled back in a leer—and Puppy moaned as Giant leaned back in and sucked hard and his neck, his hands now clutching and twisting in the red cloak as the large form loomed over him.

“Started without us?”

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And Baby makes...Four?

Resh’an hummed in thought, eyes narrowed as he examined the dazed Guardian Deity before him. Zale hovered behind, anxiously bouncing on his feet as he waited for the Immortal Alchemist to say something.

“Valere, how long have your abilities been fluctuating like this?”

It wasn’t uncommon amongst the Guardian Deities to start losing their strength if their followers drifted away. Those were the dangers of linking into belief magic…but Valere and Zale were barely started into their Guardianship, and as Resh’an saw it, were shaping up to be the strongest of their kind as Seraï’s and their home world were eagerly embracing their new deities. Valere should not be experiencing any kind of instability.

“I don’t…know?”

Resh’an sighed at the exhausted lilt to Valere’s voice, then stood and stepped over to his workbench. Zale immediately moved the vacated stool next to Valere’s, and tugged her into his arms. The Lunar Goddess all but slumped into him, tucking her head into his neck with a miserable grunt.

“Resh’an—do you know what’s wrong?” Zale demanded, the strain in his voice cracking over the words.

“…there is no precedent of a Guardian God suffering from these symptoms,” Resh’an sighed, gathering materials scattered across the table and setting up the various beakers and burners; it had been a long time since he’d last needed this concoction, and he considered himself lucky that he even had the ingredients on hand.

“But you can help her, right? What you’re making is going to help?”

“This will mitigate some of her symptoms, and give a small energy boost. I’ve used it myself before…” Resh’an trailed off with a frown at the memory, as it actually had been Aephorul who had developed the elixir; for him. “…from before I became immortal.”

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Bound for Greatness College AU: Bottling Moonlight

Teaks picked up the feathered stick, suppressing a giggle at the bright rainbow of color as she waved it speculatively. She turned back to her bound girlfriend, smiling at how the blue head was cocked to try to pick up any sound Teaks made.

She circled around once more, carefully placing her feet just outside Valere’s bound ankles, then ran the feathers gently across Valere’s collarbone. The light touch made the silvered body jump, a confused and questioning hum startled out.

Teaks reached down and carefully maneuvered her girlfriend to lean against her, tipping Valere’s head back so she could look down at her face. She gently cupped her hand under the pale chin, stroking a thumb along a soft cheek.

The bright, colorful feathers trailed lower, dipping between the perky breasts and following the line of rope before flicking teasingly across a hardening nipple. Teaks had seen some very pretty jewelry when she’d picked up the mask, thin clips made for beginners that had sparkling charms and chains to decorate them; it was on their list of possibilities for play, but Teaks hadn’t the money to pick them up. Perhaps next time she went…

Valere jerked at the soft touch, a minute and startled squeak at the ticklish sensation, and Teaks smiled at the noise. The blue head twisted into the history undergrad’s hand, pressing a light kiss against Teaks' palm as she twitched with each flick of the wand. Her brows drew down in frustration against the dark blue of the mask as Teaks flicked further down towards her belly, and a pout twisted the corners of her lips at the light teasing.

“Oh, is this not enough?” Teaks murmured, tapping the stick lightly by Valere’s belly button. “Do you need more?”

Valere hummed, lips pressed in thought, then dipped her head. Teaks smiled, and trailed the feathers lower, and barely brushed them along the inside of one ivory thigh.

“But I’m not done yet.”

Valere jerked, arching with a confused whine. Teaks had found that her girlfriend would get especially sensitive there while they played, though she rarely abused the knowledge of the area. But now…now that Valere had her blindfold and could concentrate just on the sensations, Teaks was going to show her how good it could be.

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[docholligay]

unrelated to food: I know statistically this is nothing. I am irrational about this. I get that. So true.

But 3 plane crashes in 24 hours does NOTHING for my intense fear of flying.