#ribcages silly art

[ribcagebonemeal]

where are the beatles 2069 fans at.... hmu please......

[monigote001]

CW for ribcage open, organs, blood, rotten things, maggots.

The first image is slightly pixelated!

When you mix the the love metaphor of cannibalism and the trauma metaphor as rotten meat

Uncensored under the cut!

[cycoekiller119]

"i feel it,

"they are crawling.

"on my skin, beneath!" 🦴🦴🐜🦴💖

[k1rameki]

I THANK YOU FOR THIS

hey beans have some more tabi

[astralis-ortus]

gummy bears

✱ college student!hj x gn!reader

— art school is hard—at least having a muse makes it a little easier.

w.count → 1.8k genre → fluff...? warning → mild cussing, as per usual♡ a.n → hi!! i'm back with a new face addition to the page! hahah honestly i thought it would be either minho or seungmin first but ngl hyunnie has been tugging on my hearstrings lately he's such a silly little mandu i love him sm :( hope you guys find the story as enjoyable as chris' side of the blog, and also if anyone is interested for a commission there are slots available still♡ ⋆ see masterlist

has it always been this… weird?

your attention should’ve been sealed at the projected slides once the professor started the countdown on his infamous ‘how-long-can-i-yap-before-my-students-fall-asleep’ course, but holy smokes—even breathing seemed like a major task when you could barely peel your thoughts off the boy sitting a few rows in front of you.

hyunjin has always been the main attention-grabber wherever he went—and that includes yours.

it’s not like you denying it either. he is gorgeous, and even the heavens know you couldn’t help but glance in his direction whenever he’s in the room. hell, even a few of your initial sketches for last semester’s projects were inspired by hyunjin. it’s as if he had slowly solidified his spot as your muse—but what is this odd feeling gently fluttering between the rows of your ribcage?

a buzz from the pocket of your pants startled you out of your trance, and while you thanked the gods for sending you down here with a habit of putting your phone on constant silent, you peeked at the notification patiently perched on the screen of your phone—one nearly causing you a minor heart attack on the spot.

hyunjin: spot next to me is empty, you know

right—you forgot your position from a mere classmate-slash-secret-admirer has been upgraded to an actual acquaintance-slash-almost-friend of hyunjin’s, all thanks to that one final project from art history 101 class last semester.

you: being at the back is peaceful, thanks hyunjin: says the one who rushed for a front spot for literally any other class lol hyunjin: cmon, saved the spot for you

lord—now you’re genuinely glad you decided to wear that crusty baseball cap of yours today, or literally everyone would’ve noticed the way your cheeks had burned up into a bright shade of crimson.

you: geez hyunjin: cmoooon hyunjin: or i’ll literally ask mr. kang to move you here

the way your head snapped to find hyunjin’s playful yet determined gaze headed straight at you was not something you would’ve ever thought to add to your bingo board.

ever.

you: no you won’t hyunjin: try me

your eyes nearly doubled in size when you returned your line of sight in hyunjin’s direction, only to see the slow, comical way the long-haired guy is raising his hand while keeping his eyes on you, lips tipped up into a masked grin.

“yes, mr. hwang?”

fuck.

you scrambled on your phone while mr. kang—as well as the rest of the attendees of the class, fixed their eyes on hyunjin, quietly wondering what would come out of those lips of his.

“oh, i’m just wondering if—"

you: FINE I’M MOVING you: JUST SHUT UP you: PLEASE

And you swore you could see the way his lips turned into a victorious grin through the back of his head.

“if?” mr. kang repeated, seemingly a little impatient at hyunjin’s antics. to be fair, you actually felt the same way.

“if you have any movie or documentaries related to the topics you will be teaching this semester,” hyunjin’s voice rang loud and clear—as if the question had been his initial motive all along, and you’re simply a victim of his little magic trick.

“personally i do learn better through those mediums, mr. kang,” hyunjin perfected his question, smile as innocent as a puppy, and as he looked around the hall, scanning the dozens of nodding heads to his statement,

hyunjin made sure to lock eyes with you for a second longer.

“and i think my friends agree with me.”

“you’re an ass,” you hissed as soon as you secured the seat next to hyunjin, shooting daggers out of your eyes while the latter chuckled. given, hyunjin’s question did made your move less suspicious since mr. kang actually took a liking to the idea and decided to substitute one of the assignments into this movie presentation group project, but still—you were so close to losing your dignity in front of dozens of your peers, on the first day of the new semester.

“would’ve been easier had you listened the first time,” he playfully retorted, remnants of victory still glimmered in his eyes, “and now you know i’m a man of my words. win-win situation for both of us.”

“as if,” you groaned in annoyance despite failing to even make a dent to hyunjin’s victorious grin. “you are the only one benefiting from this, mr. hwang. i’m merely a victim in this scheme of yours.”

“ouch—mr. hwang? really now?” hyunjin placed a hand over his heart, pretending as if he has been shot despite the wicked smile plastered across his face, “do you really want to hurt me like that?”

if you were to be honest, you do enjoy your playful bickers with hyunjin. it made him less of a muse and more of a… human. a regular college boy, who just so happened to be blessed by the goddess of beauty herself and sent here with an exceptional heart of gold.

like he’s just a boy.

“seemed fair enough,” instead, you replied with a mischievous grin while greeting a couple of hyunjin’s friends joining your little group.

“1-1, mr. hwang.”

the massive numbers displayed on your phone screen further validates the exhaustion you felt looming over your shoulders. it’s only the first week of the new semester and you’re already held up on campus way past your classes—how are you supposed to survive the rest of the school year?

to be fair, you really do love what you’re studying right now. it’s what you’ve always wanted to be since you were a child, and to be able to live out your inner child’s dream is one of your prides—but god, it did not make things easier to actually do.

just as you slipped your screen away, sparing yourself from a bunch of exhausting thoughts as your footsteps led you to your bus stop, a pack of gummy bear suddenly popped out of thin air in front of your eyes, causing you to stumble backwards onto the—

warm surface?

“i’m not a gummy sharing type of person, but i think you need this more than i do.”

pushing yourself off the other’s figure, you didn’t need to turn around to figure out the person’s identity—but you did anyway.

“gee, thanks mr. hwang,” you playfully snickered, snatching the bag of gummy and popped one unfortunate strawberry flavored bear in your mouth, “didn’t know you’re so kind.”

over the past week, you found out that you surprisingly have quite a lot of classes together with hyunjin and a few of his friends. you’re thankful he dropped the ‘i saved you a seat’ act by the third class you shared and let you actually sit amongst your friends, but in ways you don’t even understand, you somehow kept getting sorted in the same groups as hyunjin. well, at least now you no longer freeze up while hyunjin’s around.

“oh, can you drop that already,” hyunjin groaned, lips pursing into a subtle pout, “the others are starting to call me mr. hwang too thanks to you, you know.”

you couldn’t help but let a chuckle slip past your lips to hyunjin’s protest, already with a picture in your head about the whining he would’ve done once his closest friends started to pick up hyunjin’s objection to the nickname and used the name against him. how adorable he would’ve—

wait.

adorable?

hyunjin’s supposed to be simply your muse—maybe a friend at best! you don’t call your friends adorable, do you?

“you started it!” shaking your head in an attempt to rid the word from the nooks and crannies of your brain, you instead defended yourself while offering hyunjin the pack of gummies at the same time.

“what do you mean i started it!” hyunjin groaned, still popping a gummy in his mouth in the process, “i was just simply requesting your presence at the spot I have reserved for you!”

“and threatened to embarrass me if i didn’t move!” you deflected, playfully glaring at the latter. “don’t you dare omit that part, you sneaky weasel! i thought I was going to have to drop the class due to embarrassment!”

the crease between hyunjin’s brows grew thicker when he realized he couldn’t counter your protest, resulting in another pout to form on his lips, now clearer than before. it made you feel a little guilty—did you go a little too far? was he offended by the—

“i just wanted to get closer to you.”

…wait.

wait—what?

“i know it’s a lame excuse,” hyunjin’s groans turn muffled as he hid his face behind the palms of his hands, “it’s just—i don’t know, i find you fun? i know we just started talking after that group project but i like talking about stuff with you and even after the group project ended i just kept finding myself wanting to talk to you? i just—”

“whoa whoa—slow down!” you instinctively grabbed hyunjin’s shoulders; not too hard to shake him off, just enough to gently ground him back from his rambles. “breathe, you don’t need to explain anything to me, hyunjin. just breathe.”

well, frankly you do need an explanation—just… not from this adorably frantic hyunjin.

no, scratch that—just frantic.

not adorably.

just frantic.

hyunjin’s face was nearly the shade of the gummy bear packet you still had on your hand, and as much as you didn’t want to embarrass him more than he’s already feeling, your lips seemed to have their own plans when they curled up into a grin.

“don’t even say anything,” he warned, fingers now pointing at the rapidly growing grin on your face. “just don’t.”

you would honestly love to comply to hyunjin’s wishes, really—after all, you’re the type to honor and respect your friend’s wishes…

but is he just a friend?

“I’m not!” you stated, but despite throwing your hands up in a sign of defeat, hyunjin knew better when he noticed the constant degree of smile etched across your face,

“I just never would have thought that the campus crush,” you emphasized, trails of laughter already slipping past your lips in harmony to hyunjin’s exasperated sigh, “the mr. hwang hyunjin himself, is quite clumsy at making new friends.”

hyunjin was genuinely dumbfounded at your accusation.

“no i’m not!” he protested, subconsciously following your footstep as you got ready to catch your nearing bus, “it’s not that i’m bad at making friends, i just—”

hyunjin’s explanation were cut short when your bus finally arrived, prompting another frown to appear on his face when you hopped on without sparing him another glance. dejected, hyunjin turned around and—

“hyunjin!”

the speed at how quickly hyunjin turned on his heels at your voice nearly made you giggle. from one of the opened windows from the back of the bus, you locked eyes with hyunjin and smiled.

“text me your excuses and we’ll see if you’re actually good at making friends!” you shouted as the bus began to drove away, only allowing you to witness a faint ‘okay!’ along with an excited wave before hyunjin disappeared behind the curve of the crossroad.

well, maybe hyunjin is adorable after all.

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[stardewvalleybut-i-draw]

Happy 1-year anniversary/birth to me!🎉

WOW! It's almost 1-year already since I started this Stardew Tumblr!

I started my first post on Sep. 17 but since today's my birthday, I thought I'd celebrate both! BEHOLD I am not a chicken but in fact a homeless looking poor blind man.

Still, surprised so many people enjoy my weird humor and my silly colorful art comics, I genuinely appreciate everyone here who gives their thoughts and feedback! It's always fun reading the comments or the reblog tags!

The art piece I drew here is how I often draw, It's incredibly comical and weirdly philosophical how I draw so much dark gory content but HERE I have my silly little colorful Startdew art.

I feel like I've gotten a lot more comfortable being more active on social media as well. I'M NOT THAT OLD but I've never been much of a social media user... I prefer to binge YouTube and watch the internet do its thing on the sidelines than to be involved as much, so this year was a new change for me.

ANYWAY, hope to improve more this year too! thanks, everybody :D

Also, I was asked about commissions a couple times, I'll address that topic later this month or sometime soon!

Bonus! Here is a censored version of the other art I draw

I usually draw skeletons with SUPER chicken scratchy lines

now you know why my line art is always messy!

I censored it as much as possible LMAOOOOO💀💀💀💀💀

it's just a very skin-like skeleton and a ribcage, no gore in this one ;)

[glo0b]

So this is love?

I do not own the characters or art

Content: Yandere!Knight!Sebek Zigvolt x Princess!Yuu/F!Reader, mentions of Prince!Silver x Princess!Yuu/F!Reader

TW: Yandere themes of course and slight mentions of death

note: I wrote this for a class project so I was limited lol. I wish I had more time and could have put more gore in it, sad day. BTW it's in Sebek's POV

word count: 1429

Here I am, Sebek Zigvolt, a knight of the Bair Valley kingdom and lover to Princess Yuu, walking to her sleeping quarters. Oh, I just can’t wait to see her beautiful face! I clutch the flowers in my hand and smooth my green hair back before opening her door. “Yuu!~ I brought you a surprise!~” I pause as I look upon the empty room. I step inside inspecting the room, it seems like someone left in a hurry or was taken in a hurry with objects out of place and thrown on the ground. “No, no, no, no, she can’t be gone! Where is Yuu!?”  My booming voice bounces off the walk as I rush through all the places she could be. I search the halls of the palace in a panic. My heart beats against my ribcage rapidly as I am unable to find my beloved Yuu. 

I stop in my tracks when I overhear other knights talking of how Prince Silver of the Moonlight Kingdom had taken the princess on a trip. “Prince Silver sure is handsome, I bet the princess will pick him as her husband.” The knight speaks in such a casual tone, of course he doesn’t know how horrible Prince Silver is! He would never be a fit man to marry Princess Yuu! “I heard the reason the prince is named that is because of his silver hair-” I drown out the conversation as their talk continues of that horrible Prince Silver. It seems like I’ll have to take a trip to Moonlight kingdom myself. 

At night I planned to sneak out and take my horse out of town. I saddle up Romeo and get on. I named my horse Romeo since Yuu’s personal horse was named Juliet, silly to name the horses after characters in a love story I know. I didn’t pack much since the Moonlight kingdom is only in a day of travel. I tug the reins and Romeo begins to move. “Don’t worry love, I'll be there soon.” I whisper to myself so the other knights wouldn’t hear me leaving. 

It takes time but I finally arrive at one of the towns in Moonlight Kingdom. I pay for a room at an inn and put Romeo in the stables. This town didn’t seem that bad at night, of course there were those few drunken fools running around like any town would have at the dead of night. Though I didn’t see any shady folk I kept my hand on my sword just in case. For now I’ll rest in my bed and wait till morning to investigate where Yuu could be. “She can’t be far, she just left today….” I think out loud as I slowly drift into a slumber.

I wake up to birds singing at my window, groaning as I get up. “I hate those annoying chirps!” I grab my small dagger from my bag and slam the window open in an attempt to rid the small bird from the area. The small green feathers of the bird are stained with its red blood, the small screeches fill my ears. I flick the bird off my blade, the bird falling to the ground twitching. I wipe my dagger with my handkerchief. “What a shame, such a pretty green. Yuu would have loved it.” I throw on my tunic. I wouldn’t want to draw attention to myself with my armor, it clearly had the symbol of the Bair Valley kingdom. 

Walking outside I look around at the people walking around. They all seemed quite cheery and excited. The streets were decorated and filled with singing and dancing people. Carts filled with food and crafted goods. I grab a man’s arm to stop him and ask him what’s going on. “You sir! What’s this festival for?” The man looks at me confused. “Don’t you know? It’s a festival for the prince and his soon to be wife!” I release the man’s arm in shock. The prince was forcing Yuu to marry him already! I have to move quickly! Before the man could say anything else I dash away.

 I make my way to the grand castle, many guards roaming the area. I examine the tall wall blocking entry. The bricks didn’t seem too difficult to climb. Putting my foot in one of the cracks I begin to climb the stone wall. Putting my hand on the top of the wall I hoist myself up over the wall. I look into the small garden beyond the wall. My feet hit the soft grass with a thump. Perhaps I should pick some flowers for my darling? I lean down and pluck a few lilies. “These will be a perfect surprise for Yuu” I mumble to myself as I sneak towards one of the windows to the castle. Peering into the window I don’t spot any servants or guards walking the halls. I push the window up and carefully climb inside. 

I creep up stairs and through hallways until I hear a familiar voice singing a small tune. “I’m coming, my love!” I whisper out to myself. I push the wooden door open silently so as not to be detected. There I finally see my Darling Yuu! I watch as she brushes her soft, long, black hair, gods I bet it smells delicious. I step forward. “Dear, is that you?” I hug her waist from behind. “Oh yes it is!” I squeak out happily, I’ve waited so long to hold her in my arms. I feel her freeze in my arms and I drop the lilies in concern. “Is everything okay, Darling?” I feel her push me away and my heart sinks. 

“GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!” She looks so angry but scared, what happened to make her feel this way? “What do you mean darling? I came to save you!” I step forward but stop when I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek. I reach up and cradle the cheek. She had slapped me! Why would she slap me, her knight in shining armor! “Silver! Guards! Help! He followed us her-” Before she could continue screaming her head off I cover her mouth. “Stop yelling! They’re not here to save you, I am! Why can’t you understand I came here for you! I love you!” I tried but couldn’t hold back the tears from falling from my green eyes. Yuu started to fight against my grip. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go! I was meant to save you and you were meant to fall for me! Why can’t you get that! Just love me!” I feel my heart sink even more when Yuu’s bedroom door swings open revealing the man I despised. 

I let go of Yuu and push her on the bed so she wouldn’t get hurt. “Get away from her, she obviously doesn't want you here.” Silver glares at me. “No! She loves me and I love her!” I draw my dagger from my pocket. “I do not want to fight you, old friend. We can still get you the help you need…just further away.” I clench my fist at the idea Silver proposes. “I can’t leave her! I won’t go anywhere!” I swing my dagger at Silver but he dodges. He grabs my hand trying to disarm me but I use the opportunity to knock him into the floor. 

Though the dagger is knocked out of my hands I use them to choke him. “I can’t let you have her! I can’t, I can't, I can't!” My eyes widen as I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I look down to see blood dripping down my tunic, I look behind me to see Yuu holding my newly bloodied dagger. “D-darling, why?” My lips quiver as I let go of Silver and fall to the ground. “You were hurting him! I just-” My body starts to feel cold, everything seems to quiet now. I grab out to Yuu and smear my blood on her white dress as she falls to her knees. This isn’t such a bad ending for me, is it? I have my darling by my side as my life leaves my body. This is all I could have asked for when it came to my death. My vision starts to fade out. This is it for me, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you Darling. “Goodbye, Darling….” My body goes limp as my vision goes black. I can’t hear anything anymore, my body no longer has warmth. So is this love?

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Goodbye~! Drink lots of water and get lots of rest dear readers!

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

#𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𓆩♡𓆪 upon the stained earth, a dying dove crawls on its belly in its final pitiful moments. demon once thought of himself as that dove, but now he is more akin to a dove healing its open wounds. MINORS DNI!!

cw. sub!reader, cumming inside (use condoms irl!!), size kink, big cock, tummy bulge, sex marathon, rough sex, overstimulation, strength kink, obsessive thoughts (give him a break, poor man has been through a lot) & possessive thoughts.

lati. first time writing for path to nowhere so i hope i did demon's character justice and i satisfied the thirsty simps. thank you to the lovely @lucienbarkbark for commissioning me

art credit.

Once, Demon had witnessed a dying dove crawling upon its belly, warbled coos sounding as if the bird was crying, sobbing softly as it tried in vain to escape its imminent demise. Though his expression did not suggest any sort of emotion, he saw himself in that poor little dove, saw his decrepit form shambling through life as if death were breathing down his neck. He pitied that bird, pitied it for clinging so desperately onto a life that did not wish to continue, pitied it for being able to do nothing but feebly crawl along the earth and mournfully sing as it awaited death. Demon often thinks of himself as that dove, though not as fragile nor close to death as he once was.

Your body is warm. Your body is fragile. Your body quivers beneath his, and the image of the dying dove briefly flashes in his mind. Your body seizes up, mouth hung open as drool messily smears across your lips and chin. Your body welcomes him, clenching tightly around him and sucking him further in until he can no longer distinguish the two of you as separate bodies.

Demon’s huge frame entirely engulfs yours, sturdy muscles straining and flexing as his arms pull you close to his body. If it were up to him, he’d keep you like this forever—forever warm in his embrace as his body shields you from any possible threat, forever melting in sensual pleasure that leaves your brains fuzzy from too much.

Or perhaps he’d tear open his ribcage, exposing his raw insides that pulsated and squirmed, so that he could keep you near his heart and never worry about losing you or being without you for even a second. But he cannot do that.

As much as Demon wants to keep you by his side—remain at your side so that he could protect you from constant harm—he knows that he cannot force his desires upon you just because of his fears and worries.

No.. he… he could never force that upon you. He doesn't deserve you.

“Does it feel good?”

“God yes .”

He almost feels silly for asking, since the answer was so obvious given the way you happily squirm and grind back up into him. But he cannot help the instinct to place your pleasure above his, even if you’d repeatedly tried to convince him to be selfish.

His thrusts are shallow but are nonetheless filled with brutish vigor as his cock pushes its way into your tight hole in a rhythmic fashion. The stretch of his fat length leaves the muscles of your fluttering hole feeling sensitive and sore , even though he’d scissored you with his fingers and coated your little hole and his cock with plenty of lube.

“Demon, right… right there, s’so good, fuck -!” You shakily moan as his thick cock rubs up against your sweet spot and on reflex, dig your nails into his back. If it had caused him any sort of pain or discomfort, then Demon did not show it.

“..So tight, shit ..!” He has to squeeze his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as your walls clamp on his shaft with a vice-like grip. No matter how many times Demon becomes drunk on your body, he can never quite get over how damn tight your walls always were. Though he supposes it’s more so that he’s simply too big for your insides.

“Fuck, h-harder Demon, more..” Your voice trails off into a senseless babble, no longer making any sort of sense. Everything just feels so good, Demon’s cock ramming into and deliciously stretching you out as he grazes deep inside your body. “‘m so close, I-I want... s’so big, I…I can’t-!”

When you begin to rapidly squeeze around him, Demon rasps and thrusts in as deeply as possible, messily mouthing at the crook of your neck. His hips jerk as his release comes, and the tiniest sliver of a moan escapes his lips. He’s planted his seed deep inside you, so deep that it’ll never leave and he’ll be with you forever. And you beg for more, digging your heels into his back so that he can stay buried inside of your pulsating walls longer.

If you were to ask Demon how he truly saw himself, he’d answer after a few seconds of silence. A dove. A dove, though once dying and crawling towards certain death, now slowly healing its open wounds.

And if you asked how he saw you, the one whom he cherished dearly and would gladly sacrifice himself for, he answer almost immediately. Dove, you’re a dove that flies about freely and sings its beautiful song for all to hear.

A dove he wishes to protect with all of his heart.

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[offorestsongs]

romantic secrets

ah. so. this is a little ficlet for Sheep's (@natsukishinomiyaswife) fic series Into the Yumeverse! i know i already drew art for it but the idea couldn't leave my head and i didn't think i could execute it as well with art. hope this is okay dhgfjgjjfjg

Lysander would love it if the universe would stop putting him in situations. He has had enough situations for all his days. There must be people out there who felt that their lives were boring and nothing interesting ever happened to them — Lysander would gladly donate some of his situations to their cause! 

His current situation was this: he was sitting on the grass in the courtyard with Rook, which wouldn't be out of the ordinary if not for the fact that the universe Lysander currently resided in was some weird version of Twisted Wonderland moved slightly to the left (Twister Wonderland? No. That was awful). 

A version with a completely different magicless human girl thrown into the chaos (Lydia, who by all accounts seemed like a sweetheart), without Lysander’s beloved Ramshackle or even more beloved awful cat-beast-son.

Now the first chaos seemed to settle down a bit and so, with a lot of blushing and stumbling around, Lysander had explained to Rook the gist of the relationship the two of them had back in Lysander’s universe.

Rook seemed to react to the information the same way he reacted to every other curiosity that caught his attention; he asked questions and listened intently, and waxed poetically about whatever Lysander had said.

“Ah, what a beautiful tale. I hardly ever imagined somebody would be able to capture my heart,” Rook said. He was looking at Lysander with the same burning curiosity as back when they had first started talking — he was assessing Lysander, almost trying to see through him.

Maybe Rook really couldn’t imagine how he could ever end up with somebody like Lysander. Maybe—

Lysander stopped the thought before he could ever properly formulate it. It was too silly to even entertain, an echo of insecurities that Lysander should’ve been long past. If there was one thing that he had learned from their relationship, it was that Rook never did anything if he didn’t want to. If they were together, that was only because for Rook, it was the most right thing to do.

“I know,” Lysander replied, smiling. Suddenly, he became pointedly aware of the strangeness of their situation. Just this once, it was Lysander who knew so much about Rook, while Rook was still trying to make a judgment call on Lysander.

Lysander’s smile grew bigger. Oh, it seemed like such a silly thing to do — he really shouldn’t be playing tricks on people or mess with their reactions. But… Rook was always teasing him, maybe it was time to finally take revenge.

Maybe the saying was true — when in Rome, you had no other choice but to do as Romans did.

Heart pounding in his ribcage, Lysander raised his head. “You know what else I know?” he asked, and before Rook could reply, he went on: “You named your first arrow Salamander because it was the first animal you’ve caught.”

As stupid as Lysander felt at that moment, he couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction that curled up in his chest seeing Rook’s eyes widen in surprise

“And,” Lysander continued. “You used to eat poisonous plants as a kid so you would get immune to them. Your biggest scar is on your left hip; you tried to sew the wound by yourself, but it went badly. You used to not be able to fall asleep without a plush lion.”

He watched Rook’s expression slowly turn from surprise to curiosity to delight.

“My! What a curious little flower you are! Maybe I can see how you have managed to ensnare my affections. But, Monsieur Fleur, you should know that it is dangerous to show all your knowledge so freely. You never know how somebody could take it.”

Lysander’s cheeks turned pink. “Who said that’s all my knowledge?” he replied, with more bravado than he expected of himself. “And I trust you, even in a different universe.”

No— Wait— Why did he even say that?! That was… bad. Way too forward. Way too… everything. Regret washed over Lysander immediately.

Overcome with a profound feeling of shame and embarrassment, Lysander hid his face in his hands — he could feel just how hot his cheeks were.

“Non, Monsieur Fleur, don’t curl up your petals now! As foolish as it might be, I am honoured to have your trust.”

Lysander hid his face even more, his hair falling to the sides like curtains. “No! I am not talking about this anymore! One more word and I’m running away!”

He could hear Rook’s laughter. “Ah, then I will just have to chase after you. Shouldn’t you know I don’t give up so easily?”

Ah. Well. Lysander just couldn’t win, could he?

[ribcagebonemeal]

rip john lennon you would've hated my bad flash animation 💔

[theunknownfloof]

helppp mee

im scared of my art recently

tw: ribcage exposed

i hate u laptop camera for fuck up everything /silly

[sweetangelanon]

Sneak Peek!

@rheatr Not done but I wanted to show off what I had.... Involving an oc cuz seeing y/n takes me out of it.

Amelia had heard him far before she had seen him pacing in front of her apartment door. His muffled voice, nervous yet giddy. It didn’t take long for her to realize why he was here either after peeking through the peephole. She was greeted with the sight of a disheveled man, with her favorite flowers, chocolates and all. It felt like a movie scene, or at the very least a reenactment of one. She wasn’t dressed for this, yet as the doorbell rang she opened it watching him with soft brown eyes still wearing her silk pajamas. Her heart beat frantically against her ribcage. He stutters and she finds her heart that weighed heavy in fear of this all being some silly dream flee. “I do.” She smiles softly, reaching out to rest a hand over Aki’s own trembling ones to sooth him. “I like you too. I’ve had a crush on you ever since we sat next to each other during an art lecture.” 

"You... You have?" He mumbled, his hand under hers fidgeting ever so slightly almost dropping the flowers. She nodded, her smile never faltering. "Yeah, I couldn't help but notice you. I don't know, there's just something about you Aki. I hope I wasn’t too obvious.” She laughed softly looking slightly flustered. She didn’t seem to notice the red flags, from the fact he had picked out her favorite flowers, (pink lilies) along with her favorite chocolate dark, bitter yet so rich. The last a more difficult thing to pin down on someone like her, as she appeared to be a young woman who would adore something tooth rotting sweet. It wasn’t something someone you never talked to during classes only gazing from afar would know. Or, should know.

Ignorance was bliss.

[opticfile]

China and reader having a Venti and Zhongli kind of relationship? Like they're both really old nations and are the last ones left of the ancients but they both can't seem to get along (maybe because China's a tsun-tsun), regardless tho they still refer to each other as friends maybe even secretly as something else...

China: (wine name) still tastes the same, but where are those who share the memory?

Reader: Hey

China: No

Reader: I am literally the only one left who's part of those memories!

✧ ITS SO SILLY just them arguing but also having a shared superiority complex bc they're old and outlived everyone else lmfao

—✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 // ill-mannered yao and cheeky reader, old man yao, "you kids don't get real art!11!!1!!1!1!!!", mutual pining but no one wants to give in and admit they like each other, discussion of loss and mild grief

Yao exhaled sharply as his eyes fluttered over the artwork before him. It was old as the dirt beneath the museum he stood in, it was old as he was.

The existence of a nation is bittersweet. 

You live long enough to see civilization evolve and change, see great inventions come to fruition and movements rise and fall. You experience every era, every style of art, of music, you experience each century’s creativity at its very peak and watch it fall as a new wave of thinking floods into its place. As a nation, you grow with your people, with time, with history. You are history. 

You get to see the peak of what you love.

But you must also watch its bitter descent. You live long enough to see everything you know and love disappear into time and get shoved into history books and museums that refuse to depict what you experienced and what you saw entirely accurately. You forget things you love, you forget old friends and old favorites. You watch the faces of people you love decay and dissolve until they get buried under the dirt you’ll continue to walk upon for years, and it’s heart-wrenching. Everything you love is torn away, and everything you find will not last. 

And when you’re as old as Yao, very few can share your memories.

Yao has lived with a glare in his eyes and a sharpness on his tongue for longer than most other nations have. He’s seen his old friends rise and fall and he’s kept himself steady throughout, bracing himself for every wave that washed over him and every loss he experienced. There are very few left that can rival his existence. 

“See this? The artist’s use of the brush is impeccable.” Yao clicks his tongue, “Certainly superior to whatever mess modern art is. You’d think that they spilled paint on a canvas. Where is the inspiration?”

The young man beside him shifted on his feet impatiently, boredom painting his features as he looked over to a group of gleeful men, cheering with their drinks.

Yao sneers, “Hmph, as if you would understand, you're far too young.”

(and despite the nation beside Yao's inhuman age, it was clear Yao considered him hardly different than a child)

“So um… I’ll see you around, China.” The nation shuffles away, heels of his shoes clicking the tiled floor as he walked over to those he could relate to a bit better.

And a laugh bounces off the walls, one that makes Yao huff.

“Hello Yao,” you sang, “I’ve see you’ve been terrorizing our juniors again.”

You smiled at the man before you, tilting your head as his arms crossed a little tighter and his lips twitched in annoyance.

“Come now, don’t ignore your old friend.” You frowned, mock hurt echoing through your voice.

“You’d think such an old friend would know when to leave someone be.” Yao bit back, drawing a giggle from your ribcage that made something in his heart remember. 

(but he would never give in to a feeling so traitorous)

You gazed over the old painting, slowly stepping closer to Yao. “The artist’s brush work is immaculate, yes?”

“Yes.” Yao sighed, “Despite your bothersome nature, at least you have taste.”

You pretended to gasp in offense, a hand clutching at your imaginary pearls. 

“If you’re going to reminisce, you shouldn’t call the only person who shares the memories bothersome, how impolite, Yao.”

Yao glared at you in annoyance, “But it is true, is it not? Should I lie just to protect your feelings?” 

“Perhaps,” You smiled, “You never know how much longer we have.”

Something in Yao stutters as he remembers those who faded from his life, nations he outlived, conquered, killed. 

(but he shook it off and told himself it had nothing to do with you)

“We’ll see who outlives who,” Yao said, smugly. 

“So the bet is still on then?” You giggled, “I trust you’ll hold up your end of the deal when I outlive you, then?”

“Might be hard from the grave,” Yao allowed a smile to grace his lips, “Perhaps in my last days I’ll arrange it. Though I suspect I won't be needing to.”

“How confident.” 

What a twisted game it was. Betting on who would die first, who would leave the other’s life. The last pieces of a puzzle lost to time and they do not fit together, but their edges are mangled from years of pushing and forcing and-

What would Yao do if he lost you to time?

“Maybe I should go first,” His voice lowered into a bitter murmur, “This life is taking far too long as it is.”

“And lose? I’m shocked you’re willing to entertain such an idea.”

“A loss more bearable than-” Yao snapped his mouth shut, eyes reluctant to move from your face (lips) as he flushes. “Than having to live another day with you irritating me.”

You laugh.

“That would be the Yao I know so dearly, then.”

“Dearly?” Yao spat, “As if we haven’t been feuding for centuries.”

“Of course, but maybe the hatred has let me get to know you better than kindness would, hm?” You teased, “Such a cruel tongue, you should learn to hold back.” 

“You talk too much, take your own advice.”

“Mmmm, no, you’d miss my voice too much.” You winked, Yao’s face scrunching up as his heart quickened.

“Perhaps the best invention I’ve witnessed is earplugs.” 

“Or maybe a gag to hold back your sharp insults-”

The sharp noise of glass breaking forces the two of you to glance over to the splintered wine glass lying on the floor beside you. You raise a brow as a young nation spews apologies at you.

“How clumsy.” You remark.

“You should watch where you’re going.” Yao tags along.

“So inconsiderate, where has common courtesy gone over the years?” You huff, turning away from the glass and from Yao.

“It seems we are the only ones with any manners left.” Yao turns to the painting as well.

And despite your bickering and teasing and insults your shoulders brush together as you stand in front of the painting and the nations around you still see you as old friends. And maybe the feud isn’t as big as the two of you try to make it. And maybe the pieces fit together better than you think.

[onlyswan]

Hello! It's been a while since the last ask that I have sent here but I just want to drop by and join your annual survey because this is my favorite place on the internet and I want to wish everybody especially you, art, a warm and fulfilling holidays and eat your favorite foods! Hehehe So for the first question, as to what is your favorite/s from the drabbles i've put out this year (second in which collection)?

here are my top 5 in no particular order:

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy

I love this one because of how you perfectly crafted situations where in playfulness and mischief is something being celebrated, it is a lighthearted read and such a breathe of fresh air and made me so sentimental that after reading it, I just pictured in my mind that I was looking at both of them fondly and their rough years flashed through my mind and it's just, really, thank god they have each other.

in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either

This one is kind of understood because seeing a hopeless romantic jungkook be inlove and affectionate and not holding back and just being himself is like a blessing. I also feel giddy with the way he teases oc and be like "I look hot like this, take a picture" hahaha gosh! I miss him so much.

n which jungkook is one of your greatest fears and you’re his achilles’ heel

I love this. I REALLY LOVE THIS. I am not really the type to like suffering through literature but knowing oc and jungkook's lore - I think I have said this before - it is the kind of pain that makes the love and happiness and the time after the drought more worth it. Like, I remember your words saying something along the lines of that kind of pain exists in a place full of love - or is it vice versa but you get what I mean, right? Like you fill my heart with so much love that it grew larger than what ribcage can accomodate but it's okay, that is what it is for.

in which jungkook loves to see you smile and you are the god of mischief

This one feels like a core memory for some reason. Like a funny inside joke or memory that would always be fun to relive and retell every time. I know that this one is kind of like a silly little moment they have but I just can't help but interpret their words and action into some kind of having a deep meaning or something. Oh gosh, they just make me feel so sappy and sentimental all the time. ALso this one is memorable because I remember wanting to read this again before and I couldn't find it anywhere. Hahaha!

in which jungkook can sleep without you, but he’d rather not to

Last on the list is of course, the one where we see one of the most vulnerable moment of jungkook. I love how you use his cute antics and translating in a metaphorical way. It is such a very Artemis way kind of writing but you just never fail to excite me on your million ways of using your words and weaving it into something that feels like it should be written in flower themed scented paper and to be sent to the love of your life. It is crazy how vulnerability doesn't seem so scary when it is with the right person, no? This drabble made me want to be in jungkook's shoes, being brave enough to ask for love because you know you will never be shamed for it.

Second is for the question themes, lines, paragraphs, or scenes that stood out to you?

you guess nothing much has changed. you’re still afraid of jungkook and his power to take away the sun, just as he did before, and you deeply despise being afraid. you don’t like it when the walls are closing in on you, poisoning your mind into believing that you’re small when the heart inside your chest burns with a fire brighter than that of the damn sun.

This paragraph broke in many ways possible. I love the degrees of pain describe with every sentences and how the pain just double down with every stop of words and then it starts again. You have me audibly gasping for air because your choice of words are painting a clear picture in my mind.

for the jungkook of today, control is an abandoned form of self-destruction and he can tell you in confidence that ‘here i am in all my glory. there are unfixable, fractured parts of me and i am laying them out on the floor for you to see- you can take me or leave me, but i know you’ll always choose the former’ and ‘i am stubborn and i do not give up’ and ‘i want to buy a house in the countryside with you’ and most of all ‘i need your love.’

This is what I'm talking about from the previous question. But the reason why I adore this part so much is because I could identify that this paragraph was written by you but at the same time I also know that these thoughts are very much jungkook-like. It is you are transcripting jungkook's every hearbeat. I love love love this! * I have so many favorites that I want to talk about but this is the only free time that I have and I still have so much to say.

For the next question about who is your favorite character, oc or jungkook?

I would love to say both of them but in a perspective of the way it was written, I would say that you should be applauded and talked about on how you created such a complex character as oc. That is such an exceptional character, unique, and well thought out that many of us can see oc in different forms and shapes such as songs, things, people, and ideas. I know how oc is a reader insert but as for me, it feels as though as a reader, I am playing an established character with their own personality and characteristics. It feels like in a movie? It is like you know when an album is so good and resonates with a lot of people but they make it their own?

I would just answer the last two questions in one! hehehe

For the year? I'm really but with numbers so I would just say that I would love to see the beginning of their relationship? I want to see yearning, the adjustments, the unsure glances and nervousness around each other, all the giddy stuffs but also I want to see and understand how it must've been hard for them especially on jungkook deciding on whether to continue whatever they have or just you know end it because of the kind of life he is living. Like I really really want to see how it wrecked him everytime to the point that he impulsively decided to fuck it, I have to save the love of life from me. *Ok, I take back what I said, I think I really am a sucker for angst. I am just indenial. Hahahaha!

Also, I really love and adore seeing oc's choice of clothes and their style because I love fashion and I love how a character's style explains so much of their character. That is one thing I love the most about visual media!!!! And I can say that whenever I picture oc in my mind, I could really understand how their wardrobe choices explains their personality. So I would say that I would choose spring and/ or autumn! Because oc should be able to wear skirts without freezing to death!! ok?! hahahaha kidding!

This is so fun! Thank you for the fun ride this year, Art! I am so looking forward for the next year together as a little school of angel fishes! Hahahaha! Again, happy holidays!

Love, ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

swan anonie! oh my gosh thank you for answering lil survey with so much kindness and enthusiasm 😭💞 i don’t even know what to say AAAAAAA i’ve just been smiling the whole time that i read your words :")

It is such a very Artemis way kind of writing but you just never fail to excite me on your million ways of using your words and weaving it into something that feels like it should be written in flower themed scented paper and to be sent to the love of your life.

oh i’m about to burst into tears??? my writing being described in such a pretty way makes me sooooo freaking happy 😭

It is you are transcripting jungkook's every hearbeat.

you know when physical books have one liner reviews on the back cover? if the in which series was a book i’d want this line to be there 🥺

I would say that you should be applauded and talked about on how you created such a complex character as oc. That is such an exceptional character, unique, and well thought out that many of us can see oc in different forms and shapes such as songs, things, people, and ideas.

i guess i’ve never really comprehended it that way T_T i got so surprised and overwhelmed when i began receiving so many asks talking about oc and how this and that reminded them of oc. i love you guys!! to think that i’ve created a character that is memorable in such a way 🥺 waaaaa

It feels like in a movie? It is like you know when an album is so good and resonates with a lot of people but they make it their own?

that is such a cool way to describe it :") THANK YOU

Because oc should be able to wear skirts without freezing to death!! ok?!

HELP 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #saveocfromwinter

something i also didn’t expect is for oc’s fashion to get attention bUT i’m so geeked about it because i love fashion LOL thank you so much for hyping oc (and jungkook) up and making me excited to write more for you guys 🥹💗

I am so looking forward for the next year together as a little school of angel fishes!

my angel fishes <333 i love you and i can’t wait for next year’s survey too hehehe. i hope you enjoy the rest of the holidays! stay safe and be happy always 🫂🎆

[vicsbasement]

you are insane on writing the chapter two of no other sadness in the world would do. i am , for sure, in love with your descriptive. i left some comment since ao3 is not grateful enough to made me give repeated kudos, anyway excited to investing more towards next chapter. if i may, there is a song stucked in my head while reading yours fic, it'is korean song, "love by wave to earth" .

the chorus translate is ; small heart, like small waves inside, Break and push towards you, Melting and falling away, And only then can I see my eternity.

went along with your charles' inner dialog : Love. Carlos’s deep brown eyes staring at him as if he were the most beautiful thing in the world to him. His heart racing. His breath hitching, something caught in his throat. His ribcage felt two times its size

sorry for the long message. i just want to say my excitment and gratitudes to you for take your time making this story♡

oh my god???????? what is this????? i'm so---

thank you for sending me this ask, first and foremost! Like, your comments were so on-point over at ao3 and then you came all the way here and showed me a song that made you think of my fic like????? this is so endearing to me?? I'm so happy!!! thank you so much for the appreciation, this has never happened to me before and I'm giggling like a little kid, to be honest with you. I will most definitely be adding the song you showed me to a playlist, because it's so cute! You know, the song that inspired part of the plot of the fic was Hoax by Taylor Swift, because I wanted to explore the constant comparison between the two drivers in the fic and maybe a feeling of not being enough coming from Carlos, and Charles being oblivious until he gets his lil' mind-reading powers and starts to understand that Carlos is struggling, too. It was also inspired by a cute art I found on twitter and I want to keep exploring it, so let's see how can I implement some more scenes like that one throughout the fic because I think it's an important part of character development for Charles-- to empathyze and fall in love with Carlos' vulnerability, all at once. You know?

Also, now that I think about it, I think I owe you the reply for the second chapter, but I was having a hard time concentrating during the weekend so I will be sitting down and writing the replies probably today or tomorrow. This week is going to be busy for me but I hope that I get some writing done before this weekend. Thank you so much for thinking about me and telling me you've been liking what I do with my silly little tale, I'm having a lot of fun writing again!

[clownfucker9000]

Clown, you gotta tell us some Cloun facts. The mystery might contribute to the silliness, but I cannot contain my curiosity anymore.

silly guy silly facts:

-Cloun died when the nuke that destroyed the first island went off

-but yknow how it is with the sludge, some time later they woke up uh... much lighter and with no memory of anything really

-at first they did try to remember who they might have been before but quickly gave up

-even without memories they were always drawn to art and thats why they became a tagger

-they use their ribcage to store things, mostly spray paint cans

-when relearning about the world at some point ig they came across the concept or depictions of clowns and they decided they liked those

-they liked them so much actually that they decided to name themself after them lmao

-dogs love them!! Theyre more of a cat person tho

-obviously they are me, right? But without any of the hangups and neuroses and learned shame so theyre way more open and friendly and less afraid to try things than me irl xdxdxd

-no they do not know how they can move or talk or see or really do anything without any organs or muscles, just roll with it