#okay idk why this got so long?

[xxcrumbxx]

Hello hello soo um im still workin on it ,ive been kinda burnt out from it an ik thers no real preshure and im wayyy past valintinse day but heres a wip of those silly lil valintines cards

Also today is my birth day im 22 now so .. Thats a thing. Anyway im planing on making like 3 alternet vershions of eclips 1 with the cannon tipical 2 arm pre decomishion desighn 1 with the 4 armed fannon /cannon design and 1 with the 4 armed ballone world desighn. Probly ganna take a bit but what ever it will be valintine in fuckin may who cares lol

[ra-vio]

this blog is 11 years old now 🎉

I drew the siblings ever to celebrate as usual

[suckinitup]

lil writing I foud in the drafts. TW disassociation and brain fog

Vyncent doesn't feel awake.

He blinks down at the stove, slow, and tries to remember what he was making. Soup, his mind supplies, but that's obviously not right. It's a frying pan in front of him with little cubed pieces of beef. His knife is in one hand, a spatula in the other. There's still muck on his knife. He puts the spatula down in the pan to stir, but his attention is drawn again to his knife. Why hadn't he cleaned it off, yet?

Hands to pocket, finds his cloth, hesitates. Raw meat juice. Can't contaminate anything. That's the important thing in cooking. Not contaminating your surfaces.

Wait. Aren't people raw meat? His cloth is already contaminated, and so is his knife. That's okay then. They're allowed to be gross, the way that cutting boards are allowed to be gross. He'll just have to wash his hands afterwards.

He puts his cloth to the knife and pauses, stares at it. He's just standing there. Everything feels like cotton, like fabric between his finger and an edge.

Careful, that's right, that's what he was trying to remember. Careful along the blade so he doesn't cut, doesn't dull. Just wipes clean.

Knife away. Cloth in pocket. A pan in front of him, sizzling, and a spatula left inside it. He goes to grab the spatula by the handle, remembers the contamination, and withdraws. The sink...?

Behind him. Washing his hands is important. He goes to do that. Nothing is connecting right and he tries to focus on the steps. Water, soap, lather. The sink keeps running. Vyncent stares at the water flow, uncomprehending as his hands run over each other.

"Vyncent?"

Vyncent looks up to see Dakota. "Oh. Hey."

Dakota's eyes sweep over the scene. His eyes narrow a little and he frowns--his thinking face. Vyncent resigns himself to patient waiting, but the expression disappears as quickly as it had arrived. "Bad day?" Dakota asks, voice soft.

"Huh?" 

Vyncent looks down. His hands are still under the running faucet. He doesn't know how long he's been here.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess."

It's a little easier with Dakota there, moving around behind him. Like watching the hands of a clock, seeing the time move in front of him. Vyncent turns off the water, starts dying his hands as he listens to the little click of the stove turning off behind him. Oh, that weird smell is like burning. That's probably what drew Dakota in here. "...Is it rude to order pizza?" Dakota asks, almost hesitant. It's weird for Dakota to act delicate, like Vyncent is fragile. That's a mode usually reserved for William. Vyncent isn't sure how to act when its turned on him. Not sure how to feel about it.

"Nah," Vyncent answers, putting extra effort into the casual shrug of his shoulder. Look at him, feeling fine. "Pineapple?" 

"Will's going to kill you," Dakota says easily. "Yeah, pineapple. Hey, how about a movie?"

"Something scary?"

"I'll ask Will to pick," Dakota decides. He presses forwards, effectively herding Vyncent towards the other room. Vyncent feels mildly irritated, and mildly fond. The cotton is thinner, and his thoughts are easier to hold on to. He's awake enough, even, to go to the couch without prompting and have the forethought to adjust the pillows, grab the blankets. He hears Dakota on the phone behind him, already ringing up the pizza place, so he takes it upon himself to pre-choose a few movie selections for William. He doesn't have to. It's probably a little rude. He wants to pick at least a little, like he has to prove that he can. But also. He doesn't want to watch the Bee Movie right now.

It's nice, though, when William comes in and takes a pick from Vyncent's selections. It's nice when they're all bundled onto the couch, Dakota's head in his lap and William a warm line against his side. Solid weight. It's still a bad day. Still hard to focus on the movie, hard to follow the plot. It's a nice bad day, though, and right now that's enough.

[slayerdurge]

ok this is the first i'm finding out that durge has a little corpse-looking goblinoid weirdo butler who shows up and brings gifts as rewards for murder. i love him.

[gojoest]

not to be tmi about it, but once upon a time life presented me the opportunity to have a fiery romance with my favorite journalist with whom i have a 25 yr age gap and who is a dilf

[moe-broey]

Freyja voice I'm So Sorry you had a Traumatic Childhood and it made you Stupid On-Line.

[elijahfalvey]

WHERE / Blue Harbor Public Library.

WHEN / Any day, any time!

WITH / Jasper Finch — @fromharbor.

Elijah didn’t often come to the library — he wasn’t much of a reader, if he was honest — but he found himself there every so often, usually at the whim of his seven year old stepdaughter, Hattie, who absolutely loved finding new books to read. This particular trip was no different, the little girl having begged him to take her for no less than a week before he was able to find the time to make it there, just the two of them. He still didn’t really understand why she always asked him to bring her and not her mother, who he believed to be far more intellectually equipped to steer her in the right direction of literary choices, but he wasn’t going to complain when dragging him through the different sections made her so visibly happy. It’d been thirty minutes — maybe an hour — before she stumbled into the media center, browsing through what he hoped were kid-appropriate films for their next movie night. It was around then, typically, that Elijah dipped across the aisle, his interest perpetually caught by the hundreds of CDs that were available for rent. There was hardly ever anything that he’d actually take out, purely because he didn’t have a reason to, but he didn’t care. It gave him a similar amount of joy, just looking, so he would. Every time. “Oh.” His fingers caught the case of a Fleetwood Mac CD, pulling it out from the row to glimpse at the cover art. The Original Fleetwood Mac was written across the top, along with photos of the first incarnation of the band; an interesting find for a local library, that was for sure. Holding it gently in his grasp, he glanced up to find an employee mere steps away, and before he could stop the question from spilling out, he found himself asking, “Hello — excuse me, sorry. This is a ridiculous question, perhaps, but … do you guys happen to sell these,” he lifted the CD, showcasing it, “Or is it strictly borrowing?”

[skitskatdacat63]

Orb...

+ process kinda

[unholyxvoid]

maybe vessel is just in the backrooms

[louisgayvodka]

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[moe-broey]

"I didn't really raise either of you in a gendered way" When I was like 10 or 11 maybe 12 but definitely not 13 yet, one day you asked me if I wanted to try on the wedding dress you married my dad in. I liked playing dress up and I liked hanging out with you, so I said yes. We're in the living room that you would (already have?) marry my stepdad in. You button up the back of the dress, I don't know why this becomes a core memory. You married my stepdad in a sundress, very casual, very small "event", only the barest of minimum people required to officiate and witness the wedding were there. You tell me, "Maybe one day, when you get married, you can wear this dress. Oh, but you don't have to if you don't want to! But, do you want it?" I still have the dress. I'm a man. And I don't think I'll ever marry. "You can get rid of it, you won't hurt my feelings." I can't.

[milktea-grn]

I think that would be so cool! I miss seeing you posting so frequently and art is art! I think journal pages are very interesting <3

i miss posting frequently !!!

[i-c-u-p]

going to start using this platform like twitter again and by that i mean posting relentlessly and going on rants in the tags

[kavehayati]

Man I just give up.

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

if one more person comes into this room and tells me I look just like my father I'm gonna mcfreakin' lose it

[l0rd-0f-c0ws]

I frequently feel completely isolated no matter how much I talk to people. So that's fun