#lmao that tag is so dramatic

[lazylogic]

Here's where I'll be living for now:

Personal Website (started on Neocities, now I have my own domain!) Pillowfort Bluesky (main art account) Bluesky (personal) Sheezy.art Etc

Other stuff I'm a part of (it's just the one for now lol) : 32bit.cafe - a really wonderful indie web community. I've been inactive and hibernating lately but I love it there.

I'll update this post with more stuff if I get more stuff. If we know each other, I'll be happy to talk on Discord or just anything that isn't social media DMs. My feelings about posting art online have shifted a lot but keeping in touch with people is still really important to me.

Please let me know of any forums/servers/IRC chats/whatever you're a part of or would recommend and I may check them out, because I've been trying to get people back into forums for years

[betterthanbatman1]

Clark: Butts are for sittin’ not for sassin’

Robin: Kill me now

[emmavakarian-theirin]

the way the music died at just the right moment made this so perfect

[kristoffs-lullaby]

some varigos and a whole lotta varians :]

[romatito]

welcome to my twisted mind, where the blorbos are in a theatre/musical troupe au and theyre putting on hadestown. i needed an excuse to put vino in a leading role, bc. unfortunately. feli would probably be considered more talented than him (even tho hes definitely good himself!!!)

tonio and lovino arent together yet but they are both crushing. emma knows and thoroughly enjoys seeing them both be dumb -- and watching the chaos of them being the leads in a romantic tragedy while they dance around each other...... literally AND figuratively. lmao

i have more of their embarrassing escapades in the think tank so this au will definitely reappear. and hopefully ill have settled on the rest of the cast soon 🫠🫠

[youandthemountains]

it probably is insane how much I wish I could express the thing about spones. the vibes about spones. Like there's the joking fun fandom vibes and I love them, I love to play with them, of course of course. but the THING. the CORE to me. i wish i could capture it and share it.

[galaxostars]

last line game

thank you for the tag @the-invisibility-bloke and @wolfpants !! so excited to read what you’re both cooking <3

have been the busiest bee lately but I’ve just started writing out (like 500 words lol) my fic for dronarry fest, so here is the infamous last line I wrote :

“My dick won’t rest as long as it remains in ignorance, Potter. I need answers.”

tagging @microdamage @arviyya @shoopsthereitis @starsworth @bluedahlia912 @lilacfiresoul @wolfpadx if you want to share!

[sirmanmister]

Frostbite

A little gory/exaggerated but I actually like this a lot :D

I like the idea of the freeze being REALLY rough on the sole survivor, and there’s physical trauma involved that they have to deal with past the mental trauma of waking up 200 years in the future.

Damien gets pretty bad barotrauma from being frozen for 150 years, wakes up to see Shaun get taken, then freezes again pretty much immediately afterwards. It’s not like he could fully thaw in those 2 minutes it took Kellogg to open Nora’s door. So now Damien is deaf in his left ear, and he has trouble keeping his hands warm :)

Closeup under the cut

[freakinator]

im so curious how many ppl actually use lifesteal spoilers as a liveblog tag cause like. thats not what its for lmao

lifesteal spoilers as a tag exists cause lsblr became acutely aware of the fact that ccs are actually here and have accounts, that theyre not just lurkers that come here every now and then to find fanart in their tag but that they actually follow us and see our posts and even interact sometimes

what this means is that lifesteal spoilers includes liveblogging yes cause we dont want them to see those but also means that it contains thoughts and opinions that we would rather the ccs not see so if you use lifesteal spoilers as a way to catch up with streams.... well. you better be ready to see some negative shit that comes naturally with having a personal blog where you state your thoughts and opinions rather than just posting art and writing every now and then cause thats gonna happen whether you like it or not and theres nothing you can do about it

[silentoathprincess]

sometimes I forget that a lot of people who are into dmmd now only played it for the first time when the official translation came out and they never got the chance to play reconnect and MAN does reconnect change things! it makes some of the more recent dmmd opinions/headcanons I've seen going around make more sense knowing people haven't played reconnect. there's so much more character development! I hope everyone gets the chance to play it someday ♥️

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[aliferousdreamer]

how i felt finishing season 4 of the next step:

[angelicapothecaryote]

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

I truly believe no one knows Rock DJ by Robbie Williams the way i know Rock DJ by Robbie Williams, my mastermind subject would be Rock DJ by Robbie Williams, Rock DJ by Robbie Williams could wake me from a coma

[graff-aganda]

No no ikr. The ENT fandom is so quiet around here. And honestly I'm just excited to see art of my favourite dudes, because we rarely get fanart around here, and when we do it's usually Trip or T'Pol solely. Malcolm gets left in the dust quite a lot so I'm happy you drew him as well - and so well done too!

Anyway, ramble over, lol.

OMG... Well I think I can see why a lot of fanart is of Trip and/or T'pol (those two seem like they're doing some heavy lifting for the show/are just a lot of people's faves. I've got a few half baked ideas in mind for them myself.) but the rest of the crew as a whole do deserve more love I think! :]

[hirazuki]

For Now [Chapter 16 snippet]

Sasori/Haruno Sakura, Sasori & Haruno Sakura | T | Blank Period | canon divergent | angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends | ongoing [AO3]

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“Oh, my.” 

Sakura's attention snaps. 

Her body whirls on its own, as though she is camped out in the wilds of Grass and a twig just broke in the darkness, because she knows that voice – its soft rasp snaked into her ears long ago and sunk its fangs into her dreams – and, more importantly, Sasori knows it too.

She’s only a split second faster than him – she’s still in active service and completely healthy and he isn’t – but that’s all she needs, because, once she grabs hold of him and it comes down to a contest of strength, she’s always had the advantage. 

Her hands close around Sasori’s forearms and she disrupts his chakra flow with her own before he can shoot any threads from his fingers, grappling him from behind and forcing him to the ground to keep him secure, safe, from both Orochimaru and himself; even as he fights back, viciously. 

“Stop,” Sakura frantically whispers, as close to his ear as she dares without risking him cracking his head back against hers. “I get it, I really do, I promise, but you need to stop.” She pins him down with a knee on his back, digging in until his torso is virtually immobile against the pavement. “You can’t attack him in the middle of the village!” 

He’s not listening at all, though. 

It’s like all of his composure, all of his apathy, all of his progress has fled in the face of this man standing before them, this rottenness and ruin given human form – and she has to bite down her panic at the familiarity of this, at the remembrance of someone else’s composure and reason falling to this very same person in another time, another place – and, it turns out, Sasori’s joints are as bendable as his puppets’; despite her strength, it’s taking all of her attention to maintain control of his hands. 

Orochimaru – for better and for worse – has not moved a single step.

“You really do see some interesting things if you live long enough,” she hears him remark, perfectly placidly, from somewhere above them.

Sasori increases his struggling at that and, between the angle that his right arm is at and Sakura’s absolute terror that she’s losing her grip on him and he’ll break away and fight and draw attention, and get hunted and captured and killed, her chakra control – always so precise, so exact, her longtime pride and crowning glory – slips, and she feels two of his fingers crunch loudly, sickeningly, under her own.

He doesn’t scream – he’s too well-trained, too war-wrought for that; he only goes still, completely still, for a single moment and that’s somehow worse.

“Get lost!” she snarls at Orochimaru, in a voice that she hasn’t used towards him since that awful day, when Sai proved to be a double agent and Naruto burned from the inside out and Sasuke-kun left again and Kakashi-sensei wasn’t there; the day she thought she’d lose her whole team, really lose them this time.

She didn’t, but she may very well be losing someone today.

Orochimaru chuckles but, thankfully, humors her – although he does make sure to pass right by them as he does so. 

“I do hope you found it well-kept for you,” he says – how can he sound so sincere? –  as he disappears into the darkness between the buildings.

There’s a shallow breath and then two and then five, and Sakura counts ten whole breaths before she very, very carefully pries herself off of Sasori, moving as though he is an explosive tag she has stepped on and set to detonate.

Free of her hands and her weight, he scrambles out from under her and doesn’t stop until he’s several feet away – shuttered, wordless, cradling his right arm to his chest.

The resulting hurt at his reaction to her is excruciating, but she reminds herself that she has no right to it. She doesn’t even know where to begin to give voice to her mortification, or her remorse. 

“I – I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, here, let me –”

Sasori levels a glare at her – of the kind that she’s seen him throw at Chiyo-baa-sama and Orochimaru, at the mention of Kabuto and, more recently, Akatsuki; the kind that’s personal, poisonous, and brimming with betrayal; the kind that she’s never seen directed at herself, before – and vanishes with a body flicker.

Sakura lets out a shaky sigh and falls back on her feet, utterly uncaring about the dirt on her expensive yukata or the mess that is her hair or even the fact that no one saw this happen, since the crowds started thinning from this particular street some time ago and she’s all alone, on the ground, on a dark, empty sidewalk under a multi-colored sky.

She only has enough in her to pick herself up and walk herself home, before collapsing in a sobbing heap as soon as the apartment door closes behind her, feeling like time has turned back and she's twelve again – small and useless and like the world is ending.