#sat up straight in my bed for that

[freuleinanna]

Masriel + injured (for 3 sentence fic) could be either one of them being hurt with the the other one being overly concerned

three-sentence fics: reqs are welcome!

be honest did you expect a post-canon fix-it happy-ending au when you submitted this? ME NEITHER

Mercy; in some language, this must be what the name means, the name of a bene elim who was brave enough to plunge into oblivion before finally closing the abyss, and reach two souls, forever falling there in darkness, and touch them with a blessing hand, bestowing death upon them as a precious, long-awaited gift;

it must have been the same bene elim who carried them on his merciful wings and told them stories along the way, stories of a prophecy and a child, of death defeated and love victorious, and even the harpies fell silent, listening to those stories.

Blindness—they forgot the light; they almost forgot the faces; they have been falling for so long, the only thing they didn't forget was: they were falling together – and now they recognize:

'You're injured,' she whispers, and though her heart is there no more, it still breaks over dried blood on the man's forehead, 'Oh, Asriel, you're hurt, and bleeding-'

'Only I'm not, Marisa – not anymore.'

Silence falls, but moments later - simple like that - a laugh escapes her, an unsure one at first, then a quiet, happy one: there is no injury in death, no pain, no suffering, no death itself; he laughs as well, and looks at her face like it's the light he is, only just now, remembering – a gush of wind, some of their atoms float away swirling, and where their spirits meet, whispers follow without voices:

I'll find you I lov- I know, I know, no need now, we know that Will we forget? I carried you in me through oblivion, I will carry you some more;

they cannot truly touch, cannot kiss, only look at each other slowly losing their atoms;

still, what's left of Asriel holds what's left of Marisa: a weightless embrace remains as long as the wind blows, and when it stops to perfect stillness, not trying to pull them apart anymore, they let go – of their forms, but never of each other.

[gum-iie]

something deep in my psyche is telling me to revisit this sketch with updated perspective do i answer its siren call two years too late

[t-errifier]

[thecranekick]

wait did they forget about tory’s little brother

[soaps-mohawk]

Honestly I wake up extremely strange like every morning when my alarm turns on I literally just gasp and basically fly off the bed so if I was a little omega sleeping or maybe taking a nap with one of the boys I think they'd get a heart attack from seeing the reader literally jumping off the bed (sorry about the weird way I described it but I think you get the picture lol)

When it happens the first time? Yeah. They're flying out of bed too asking what's happening, where's the fire, is it a bug, a nightmare?

Cue that panic that something’s wrong, perhaps even some yelling (Johnny) which wakes everyone else up. Definitely scares them, until they realize it's just how the reader wakes up.

After that it's a game to try and keep the reader from doing that in the morning. Sleeping in a cocoon of blankets and limbs, always being held onto tightly. It becomes an unconscious reflex to just lock the reader in place when an alarm goes off or she starts to flail. Still happens though, and now they just laugh about it.

[archie-gray]

DELESON 😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

sits upright in bed in a cold sweat. peter asking 'would you still love me if i was a worm' and rumi answering 'i would love you even more than i do now.' ONE. sets up the later parallel of rumi asking if peter would still love them even if they werent rumi. TWO. originally i thought rumis answer was just them being silly. but now knowing more about them... that was 100% earnest. and it was them hoping against hope that someone might think the same of them.

[opiumvampire]

oh my god. oh my god. i have to make a charm bracelet and the charms are like the eraserhead baby and pt sink baby and other babies of dubious nature. oh my god. my pandora bracelet of sons. i have to go to michaels right now

[endlessnightlock]

a few years ago I had some severe mental health shit going on and one of the things I noticed was I’d stopped dreaming. cut to now where I’m feeling good most days thanks to meds but having lots of weird-ass, vivid dreams.

[void-sky]

i could really use some mood stability right now

[excalirebagel]

okay I know I say this a lot but dungeon meshi truly did something to my brain. I held my poor boyfriend hostage talking about how much I love episodic character driven comics. My beloved you cannot sleep now. We must discuss the relationship between plot structure and characterization.

[lesausageperson]

most epicest battle ever (real)

colouring sheet + sketch

[babybearnini]

My aniexty if so bad lately I have nightmares constantly my stomach is almost always in knots and I feel myself getting breathless and my chest getting tight frequently

[fingertipsmp3]

Guess who fucked up her knee again??? And AT WORK no less

[hierba-picante]

NSR NSR NSR I MISS NSR AAAAUGHHH I'M SOBBING

mayday & zuke + mayday and zuke and a HINT of ellie

good lord some of these have been marinating for like 3+ months

the first artwork is probably the longest i've spent on something yet (like a week of on-and-off attention? and then another few days of tweaking and polishing things) mostly because i am so not used to doing painting & perspective like that and i have learned two valuable lessons:

1. gmod and blender are GODSENDS when it comes to D.I.Y-ing my own reference material

2. it is O.K to not be totally satisfied with the result . (however i do still think it's really good for something so far out of my comfort zone🔥🔥)

also ... zukebob image is an inside joke between me And my bestie ...

[miek-unofficial]

i think people should have more imperfections actually. physical primarily.