#must be the depression

[doingartiguess]

Taking wavy hair to a whole new level 🌊✨

[nonipunssif]

Can we talk about THIS Scenes from chapter 3?

"You look beautiful honey"

[annasinthewalls]

spring is coming. Spring IS COMING. You will stand on soft grass again, and feel the sun kiss your cheeks and shoulders. you will eat of the same berries as the animals returned from their hibernation. you will hear the air alive with your collective breathing.

[inkskinned]

today i love the red metal crane in her long neck arching her body over the boston skyline, which means i am okay for a moment. when i am unwell, everything is a little ugly. i always tell myself look for the beauty but when it is bad, i will look at birds and sunsets and little ducklings and feel absolutely nothing.

when my brother got his puppy, i was in a deep depression. what kind of monster isn't affected by a puppy. i was gentle and kind to her - i just didn't have an emotional reaction. she's five now and i feel like i spend all of our interactions apologizing to her - i don't know why. i just didn't feel anything. how embarrassing. i feel like if i admit that, i'll seem cruel and jaded. it comes in waves. like, two months ago when i went out into the world - it was like that. life behind a pane of stormglass. a firework could go off over your head - nothing. like dead skin, no reaction. not to ice cream or rainbows or baby chickens. life foggy and uninteresting.

i love goslings again. i love their little webbed feet splayed over grass. i love good food and live music and long walks. i like puppies. i feel like some kind of my soul has been starved - i keep staring at everything with wide eyes, trying to burrow the sensation into my stomach. it's real. beauty is real. when it's bad again, remember this. i stop and smell the flowers, feeling cliche in the moment. i like the white-to-red ombre of my neighbor's roses. i like colorcoding and yoga and cold drinks. i try to pass my hands over every moment, feeling like i'm squeezing joy out of every instant. remember this. for the love of god, it's real - just remember this.

[aninventoryofthepossible]

I made them because I wanted one.

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[art-from-within]

“Green suits you well brother-”

“It is too tight.”

“…On purpose.”

Bonus:

Morgott tries (forced to) color analysis! Ancient grandpa discovers shampoo

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)

[thebramblewood]

A Very Vampiric Dinner Date, Part 1/3

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Featuring Seth and Morana by @bloomingkyras, Artemisia and Kaspar by @pocketgnome, Bria, Christoph and Daniella by @ruthplaysthesims, Madeleine by @plasmafruittree, Fawzia by @simvanie, and Tiberius by @someone-elsa (dining with my very own Annika)!

Special shout-out to @helgatisha for this stunning restaurant, @someone-elsa for the deco Sims, and @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel for all the vampire food!

Lilith: Reservation for Vatore.

Hostess: Right this way, sir, mademoiselles.

Helena: [hushed] The waitstaff is human? Do they know we’re all…

Lilith: Shh. It’s not polite to whisper — or stare.

Caleb: [disappointed tsk] I see their plasma offerings are still abysmal.

Lilith: You set yourself up for disappointment by expecting otherwise. No one walks into a steakhouse anticipating it’ll be a vegan paradise.

Caleb: [muttering] If I’d had any say in it, I never would have chosen a steakhouse in the first place.

Lilith: We haven’t even ordered and you’re already determined to ruin the mood!

Helena: I don’t get it. How does this place even exist? It’s out in the open, right in the middle of everything! Shouldn’t the townspeople be rioting?

Lilith: The citizens of Windenburg are actually rather accommodating

of our kind. After all, it’s almost too easy for them to stumble

into vampire territory. They've learned not to risk drawing our ire. Of course, handling our dealings here with a lightly persuasive touch is also essential to keeping the peace.

Helena: So you hypnotize them.

Lilith: [distractedly] Oh, Red Count’s Risotto is divine. Helena, you must try it! Don’t look at him for permission. He’d like you to believe it’s all or nothing, but his position lacks nuance. There’s nothing inherently wrong with drinking blood. Besides, the supply here is ethically obtained.  No guilty conscience, no hand-wringing, just exquisite cuisine. See? I’m respecting your boundaries. Of course, it hardly rivals a full drain, but at least it’s a start. [to waitress] Two Risottos! And we’ll split a Rare Stake.

Helena: Lilith, I don’t know-

Lilith: Please and thank you.

Caleb: [dejectedly] Just a plasma tea for me, thanks.

[saltair-and-webweaves]

It's a sign of the times

alternately titled: an extremely self indulgent web weave with no clear theme other than my current (very jumbled) feelings

@ryebreadgf/twin size mattress, the front bottoms/I am the architect of my own destruction, juansen dizon/sylvia plath/ @jaggedjawjosh/unknown/my spotify playlist/waiting room, phoebe bridgers/ @body-to-flame/nothings new, rio romeo/last words of a shooting star, mitski/unknown/sylvia plath/god must hate me, catie turner/sign of the times, harry styles

[mellosdrawings]

OOOOOO CAN I ASK HOW WOULD THE N2 SQUAD REACT TO EACH OF THEM DYING?

What have you unleashed?

(WARNING: Angst, allusions to death, all that fun stuff. Nothing graphic tho, don't worry)

Jamil

He shouldn’t be surprised.

Well… He isn't surprised. Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things. Not for more than a few months, anyway.

Every once in a while, life takes pity on him and throws some nice, agreeable news his way. Just enough so that he lets his guard down. Just enough so that he allows himself to think maybe things will get better. Just enough so that he can pretend he isn't chained to a fate he will never escape.

A letter to NRC, a plan that goes a little too well, a couple of upperclassmen who seem to genuinely love him for who he is and not who he pretends to be.

So of course it doesn't last. Life gives and life takes.

Kalim follows, Octavinelle gets involved, Leona and Vil-

Well…

He isn't surprised.

Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things.

Vil

They look at him like they expect something from him. Horror, anger, ugly tears maybe. Just a reaction. Anything. Anything at all.

Vil doesn't give them that. Doesn't give them an opportunity to pity him. Doesn't give them food for gossip. Doesn't give them any material to make this topic last for any longer than it has to.

He knows how it works. Someone snaps a pic of him at his lowest, someone records his voice breaking during an interview, someone catches his lips tremble for but a second, and everybody will start talking about it again. And again. And again. For as long as there is a reaction from him. For as long as the topic attracts views.

Suffering brings more views than success.

So Vil doesn't react. Doesn't say a thing. Doesn't acknowledge the topic.

Better to be a cold asshole for a few weeks than to hear about it for years.

And in the darkness of his own room, where there is no camera, no eyes, and no ears to witness his grief-

Vil cries himself to sleep.

Leona

It’s just sand.

Only sand.

For miles and miles, further than the eye can see, nothing but sand.

Ruggie had the clever foresight to send all of Savanaclaw packing when Leona got the news. They would be sand too otherwise.

Who cares.

Who fucking cares.

He could turn the whole world to sand and it wouldn't be enough.

He might as well turn his own heart into sand.

It would hurt less.

[dykealloy]

this man is. embarrassingly transparent

[suntails]

adrift

[stardustamaryllis78]

The fact that when Leola's friend was yelling "Help!", Aaravos had no idea at that point that anything had happened to Leola but he still immediately rushed out to help Leola's friend, thinking the little girl was somehow hurt or in danger.

He legit showed concern and compassion for everyone 😭

[seasicksilver]

good old times

[amorfista]

"Weakling".

The very last word Savage ever said to Feral. One last time he lifted his little brother from the ground.

Yesterday I read @ohboi 's short AU (X) and I thought that our two works could complement each other quite well, so please check it out :)

I would like to give my special thanks to @scuttlebuttin , whose amazing work has been a huge inspiration and of great aid when drawing both Maul and Feral! <33

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[featherymainffins]

I hate to say it but I might have to admit that Redditors can be pretty based sometimes