#sorry not making a lot of sense rn

[adreamoverlife]

I think one of the greatest losses of the QSMP ending is the way the multicultural community completely fell apart like I can’t just scroll casually on tumblr anymore and find a ton of different French or spanish speaking people raving about whatever their streamer did today and that honestly makes me sad. There was a post I saw a bit ago that was talking about how tubbo was “the first one” to stream with his egg (Ryan/sunny) outside the QSMP completely unaware Etoiles had streamed a game with Pomme a week earlier. And while yes interacting with like content and keeping a close community has helped it’s just not as commonplace anymore.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

people bending over backwards to scream Marika never loved Messmer when he alone has more blessings personally bestowed by her than any other demigods combined are so funny to me. also the fact that it's implied he used to live in Leyndell too 😂😂

also she killed an entire god herself and made sure said God is called all manner of names and depict as ugly forever. for him 😂😂

[puppyeared]

my stardew farmer ^_^ he doesnt have a green thumb for shit so he keeps animals and does mining

some tidbits i came up with while playing hehe

reclusive and doesnt really go out of his way to talk or visit people unless its an errand. but he also doesnt try to befriend others to get something out of it, so he has a very easygoing approach to making friends. on good terms with linus and sebastian since he runs into them most often.

if he respects or takes a liking to someone, he'll greet them with miss/mister (name). if you get close to him he starts using first name basis. if he doesn't like you, he'll refer to you by your title without using your name. only a few people have caught on to this.

the farm he inherited, Milky Way Farm, was the site of a meteorite crash and sometimes you can find shards of meteor debris littered around the farm (i picked the hilltop farm bc of this lol)

lost his sweater and pants a long ass time ago and doesnt have the time to look for them, so hes been working in his sleep clothes ever since

isnt actually grandpa's real heir to the farm... ;)

[viveela]

Trying to study together

[divine-misfortune]

The floor is yours good sir 👀

CLEARS THROAT

After his transition, Dewdrop felt nothing but loss. Everything was taken from him. His element, his pack, his bass. And what pack he had left felt like strangers to him, though some of them were strangers. Mountain and Aether looked at him different. He was just Dew now. No more Dewdrop, the clergy had even stolen his own fucking name from him. No more droplet, no more water lily, no more catfish. Sure, the nicknames changed. Sure, they were still endearing. But they weren’t his. It felt like he’d stolen something from Ifrit - like every passing ‘spitfire’ was desecrating something sacred.

In the weeks and months following, he hides the urge to grimace every single time these new pet names find their way to his ears. Dew wants to like them, wants to feel that familiar fuzzy warmth in his chest. Yearns for the feeling of love to settle into his core like an old familiar friend. He also does his best not to looked like a kicked puppy when Mountain calls this new ghoul ‘tadpole’ for the first time, and the second time, and every occurrence after that. It was like being replaced. More confusing of a feeling though, keeping him around to watch this new water ghoul blossom was painful. Could have been classified as Dewdrop related cruelty.

And there is no way for him to swallow down the resentment and anger that boils in him when Aether purrs the faintest ‘raindrop’ against Rain’s kiss plumped lips. Puts off sparks, the fire in the hearth crackles and flares violently before snuffing out abruptly as he gets off the couch and storms out of the room.

Time blurs eventually. They say it heals all wounds but all it does is numb him to the hurt. Dew can force it down far enough he can force himself to be in the same room as Rain. And then after a bit longer, tolerate a conversation with him, which turns into multiple over time. Spirals into thousands of shared thoughts and words between them until Dew can’t get enough of listening to Rain talk. Disdain and arms length distance becomes infatuation and a desire for proximity he didn’t think possible before.

Dew kisses him. Suddenly and without even considering what he was doing, the fire ghoul was leaning over the sleek white bass in Rain’s lap to sate an itch he’d been ignoring since the day they met. Their mouths fit together like they were made for this. He tastes like everything Dew had dreamed about and more. It tastes like home and conflict mixed in one but it doesn’t drive him away like it should. Curiosity has him licking over the seam of Rain’s lips and dipping past when Rain allows him in. His gasp lights a fire in Dew he’d never felt. Not simply arousal, but something deeper than even he knew. Completion.

They’re lucky Rain has the shoulder strap on because if not that bass would’ve hit the floor because Rain’s hands had abandoned it to fit on a more favorable body. One against his cheek, the other on the back of his neck. Every point of contact Dew can find helps make the world make sense again. He’s practically trying to crawl into Rain’s already occupied lap, wanting to press their bodies together in a way not entirely sexual.

And they part, and Dew’s world feels broken in half. Ripped away by the distance between their lips. The taste lingers and Dew hopes it stays forever. Hopes that this might be the one thing they can’t take from him.

“Rain, I-“

“Took you long enough,” he interrupts and pets his thumb over his warm cheek. “Kept me waiting, droplet.”

There it is. That single fucking word and Dew’s shattered world is flipped on its head and forced back together despite the missing chipped pieces.

The clergy may have stolen it from him, but Rain gave it back just like that.

Dew could laugh, should probably cry, but he just stares at those pretty blue eyes. Frozen until relief thaws him and reminds his heart to start beating again, even if it is a bit faster than it had been. It didn’t matter, his heart could beat right out of his chest and Dew wouldn’t care. Too fixated on the way the word leaves Rain’s tongue, fascinated by the fondness it carries, enraptured by the way he looks at him. It didn’t cure the pain his transition caused him, but it did stitch the open wound shut so it could finally begin to heal.

“Say it again…”

“Again?”

“Call me that again, please.”

“As many times as you want, droplet. Anything you want.”

And each one is a reminder of who he was - who he is. His name no longer felt strange and foreign like ill fitted clothes.

[marabout2772]

Just returned from the grave to post a lil ditch forehead kiss because YES

The power of the gay farmers has defeated the artblock 😔✊🏽

Close up of the boys

From my favourite longform EVER, the unrelenting aubergine. Titch and Derek deserve the world and no one can change my mind !!

Also can you believe i drew a full background for this piece ????

I really want to draw more of them snskskkdsks please Motivation come back!!

Likes are cool, reblogs are cooler btw, it keeps tumblr alive !

[crybaby-bkg]

“Are you ever angry?” You ask quietly, head resting in Bakugou’s lap. His thumb pauses where it strokes your cheeks, the far away gaze in his eyes suddenly snapping into focus as he looks down at you. He looks…different than you remembered, before you both were cast out of the pearly gates.

His hair doesn’t shine as bright as it used to, and it falls a little flatter without the halo pulling it up, soft. His eyes still hold that hardened gaze as a battle angel, but they’re deeper now. More sunken in and hollow, the flickering ichor now a stained crimson. His face is scarred and his hands are rough after the fall but he’s just—different.

“About what?” He asks, his lips pursed in confusion. You reach a hand up, stroking over his bottom lip, smooth a hand through his hair. You can almost feel the throbbing light radiating from him, can almost see how broad and ivory his wings would spread and hold you tight to him.

“It all. Everything. The fall.” You whisper, try not to shrink into yourself with the way Bakugou’s lip curls back in disgust. He pulls away from you and you sit up, resting on your knees, looking at him in such a way that his heart pangs in his chest.

His heart, something he’s never had a reason for when he still had his fists bathed in heavenly fire and no ounce of rebellion hidden under sinless skin. It aches in his chest at the mention of life after being kicked out with the only thing he could hold onto—you.

“Why would I miss my thoughtlessness? My inability to make a decision for myself? Why would I miss being a pawn?” Bakugou is all snarls, all snapping teeth and jowls, but it doesn’t scare you. He’s never scared you, even when his gait was limp from the impact of hard soil, and his hands grew rough, and his back grew jagged from ripped feathers.

“I miss it.” You whisper so carefully into the humid night, hands reaching for his own trembling ones. “I want to be holy again, Katsuki.”

He hisses at you, snatching away like you’ve burned him, like you’ve seized his halo and ripped it into two until it split into horns. Looks at you with such heavenly fire burning in his gaze that you want to shrink beneath him.

“Well—well I don’t. Find someone else who will, cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” You wonder who he’s trying to convince here, with his shaky voice and fluttering eyes and trembling mouth. You stare at him for a long while, lips wobbling at the gravity of it all. Your head hangs low, gathering yourself in your arms, head bowed to him—it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

“Just hold me for now.” You murmur, eyes low as you settle yourself in his arms, forcing your way into his hold. “Please?” You tack on, unafraid of his bite, his snarl, his growl. Bakugou sits there stiffly for what feels like a century, but you’re used to waiting.

He gathers you in his arms slowly, pulling you into his chest, his body covering yours completely. And if you let yourself relax enough, you can almost feel the warmth of his wings surrounding you again.

[disposal-blueeee]

recent sketches

hhhello been inactive for a while so have some sketches i've done recently XP

changed the way i draw the little guy

a friend had this hc that during chapter 27 edgar wasn't really taking care of himself so his hair got longer . then zarla confirmed it

thing i banged in like 30 minutes instead of going to sleep . this is from @metamorphmigus and @cherry-207's au , btw

lolol that's literally all idk why i thought i had more things

[revenantghost]

Real talk, I know I've been losing my mind the past couple of weeks as my life crumbles around me with no end in sight, but thank you to everyone who went out of their way to support me or leave a comment or anything. My last (and extremely traumatizing) fandom experience ended with some pretty horrific events and the love here has been astounding. I know I've been beyond panicking about any sort of sustainable income with the shitstorm, but due to people seeking out and spreading about my ko-fi, I can actually rest for a couple of days while I'm sick as a dog as I just went from kinda functional to not really able to stand around much atm

TL;DR: I know I've had a lot going on and I'm in a crappy place, and I'm sorry about that, but thank you all so much <3

[heartvisor]

it's been set up a lot since the beginning but the atropos-rinne interactions thus far have really started to feel stand-out now in the light of the two's confrontations in 29 and 30

the two relate to each other in a way that feels so strikingly lonely. while she is certainly genuinely concerned for her, i think there is also the idea that rinne sees atropos in part from the perspective of, "if she can be saved and live normally, then even i can be saved"--a way to satisfy her experiences of persistent isolation in the wake of her father and social estrangement

atropos in turn can identify that intent and is disgusted by it. what she believes is needed for herself after all, is not "normal"

struggling with loneliness herself however, her own identification with rinne compels her to single out and isolate the other in feelings of self-disgust and self-suspicion--so as to become an existence closer to her. especially in light of her garnered friendships and victories, the world rinne wants to live in feels utterly and increasingly inaccessible to atropos, and so she pushes back in the way she does.

(here, re: attacking tsukumo) "what is terrifying about atropos is that she understands rinne's feelings better than she does herself, and comes to makes use of them."

the work done with these two becomes more interesting the more i revisit them. it has the groundwork to really embody some of that hero-monster struggle with mutual recognition and wretched alienation i really enjoy out of the series :0c

[puppyeared]

ive made myself more wet and pathetic

[eggbagelz]

gale voice here feel the pulse of the magic in my heart that will eventually be the end of me. im on my knees before you like an animal showing its belly. im in excrutiating pain bc of the contact with the magic in my heart but please dont take your hand away please dont stop touching me

[wundrousarts]

Hey Nevermoor folks, in the discord I was throwing around an idea of creating a Nine Masterpost for New Year's, with every single instance from mentions of the number to the ninth occurrence of things, with people's theories/interpretations like the Silverborn Masterpost from last New Year's. If you want to contribute, you can do so through this spreadsheet.

[squuote]

I do love the concept of the mind control aspect of tsp could very much be a real and existing thing that the narrator saw and was like yknow what that would be make for a great story. and then proceeded to take that entire office building and put it into a video game. and make that story about only one employee while erasing the rest. silliest shit ever

[syscultureis]

we really wish someone would answer instead of ignoring our asks and pretending this doesn't happen at all. when a traumagenic system thinks they are without trauma, and get called fake, it really harms them in many ways. it's not funny, it's traumatic. so if you are to go calling endos fake, and giving them all the harassment and exclusion that comes with that, how do you know who is "faking"? and before you say it doesn't happen, it happened to us, it happened to systems we know. how is it okay?

We have stated our stance on endos is very clear; either they are traumagenic systems who don't remember their trauma, or they are people intentionally faking this disorder.

We don't fakeclaim endos and would never accuse anyone of faking directly. We have said our stance, and don't go out of our way to tell endos they're faking or harassing them.

We have a dni, and it goes both ways.

Our dni is not "all endos are fake and we hate them"

It is "regardless of who is and isn't faking, you are still spreading harmful information, and we have been hurt by far too many endos to ever be comfortable interacting with them"

I personally, do not give a fuck about endos. Idc what they think. If they say they exist idc, sure they exist. I refuse to ever interact with them because of how they've harmed us, but idgaf if they exist.

We've got alters that would gladly bitch slap an endo for no reason

We've got alters that do believe endos are real exactly the way they say

Regardless of our beliefs, endos Interacting always causes us stress, and we know other systems feel the same way

This account is a safe space for people who are uncomfortable around endos

Endos have "traumagenic dni" spaces, it's only fair we have our own spaces too.

[boyfridged]