#tagging for a friend to block ->

[myplushheart]

Name: Marcel (Mar-sull), also nicknamed "Mars", "Marc".

Gender: Bigenderfluid

Pronouns: She/him

Appearance: [CUT OUT OF THIS POST, JUST BECAUSE ITS A DESCRIPTION SPECIFICALLY FOR ME TO DRAW WHENEVER I GET TOO.]

Occupation: Pet groomer + shelter volunteer. She's still a rough person, so she's not always perfect with animals.. and that's how she's gotten into this whole mess!

(PRE-GAME) Story: Marcel had gotten a call-in about a mysterious black kitten. It seemed to be without a family or a home, hunting about the park and city for scraps of food or mice and birds. While trying to bathe it, though, it escaped like it was born to be a little escape artist. Marcel was already stubbornly tracking it down, so even when she was told to stay behind, she followed behind to try and find the cat, anyways. Come to find out, a couple days later, the cat's at the park! Marcel goes to find the cat, but.. instead, she comes across a fallen Mino, and a destroyed and crossed off section of the park. She finds the kitty crawling out towards her from a deeper part around the more forest-y area, and takes him back with her for a while, until.. he escapes one day. After that, she doesn't try to find it again, but she remembers the very short nickname she gave it: 'Hollow'. A black cat with yellows eyes? Found in the middle of autumn? It couldn't be more perfect. It sucked that the cat seemed to suddenly not remember her, though, before it left. I imagine she starts meeting others like Lynne and Kamila from them taking in Missile over time. Marcel absolutely LOVES Missile, and thinks he's just the sweetest and bravest little baby. She never really meets Cabanela, at all.. probably unless he needed to take Missile for a wash to cover for Lynne. She doesn't mind him after a while.. this towns full of crazy characters. But that's why she kinda loves it! Over the next few years, this is her same usual routine- other than suddenly meeting a familiar black cat in the arms of a tall, blonde man. She smiles at the sight, even though she doesn't notice that it's a literal dead man walking. Maybe even talks to him for a little while. Everything is normal, mundane.. until the game starts taking place.

(INVOLVEMENT DURING POST-GAME AND DURING-GAME, SUCH AS THE NEW TIMELINE OR THE GAME TIMELINE, HAVE NOT BEEN REALIZED IN THE SLIGHTEST. PLEASE ENJOY JUST THESE TID BITS, FOR NOW!)

[tawnysoup]

HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY TO IN STARS AND TIME!!!

To celebrate, here's a frankly MASSIVE collection of unfinished and/or unposted fanart from over the past year that I've made, starting from all the way back when i first played the game in December last year <3

A whole year in sketches! Maybe you can see how my style changed over time? Tysm if you looked at all that, it means a lot that you enjoyed the art I was too shy to upload on its own!

And thank you everyone for such a spectacular year!!! I've loved meeting you all and getting to reignite my creative spark! What an incredible game and fandom!

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[katsigian]

Why are fandom discord servers some of the most stress inducing places in the world like why is it when you post anything into any chat it feels like either a) you're purposely being ignored or b) you've pissed someone off just by speaking. And it's such a pain in the dick because if you want any sort of help with anything or want to be even a little bit apart of a community you have to be in these servers. While the whole time it feels like that one meme picture of all the girls sneering at the camera because you dared show your face in there

[spidertams]

Sevika deserves kisses and it just so happens that I can draw. Never so happy to have an animation degree!!!!! (That’s my oc Maeve! Enjoy :]] )

[saetiate]

mydei looking up at you trying to ride him with that stupid cocksure grin as your legs start to shake. he sits up, leans in close, and asks “need some help?” with that low voice of his, knowing full well how badly you need him. he almost laughs when you grit your teeth at him and give him a glare before he starts to give in, pressing his large, calloused hands against the back of your thighs and bringing you down onto him hard.

“if you wanted something, all you had to do was ask.”

[favroitecrime]

Palestinian freedom fighters breaking out of Gaza and reclaiming their occupied territories. They’ve taken over israeli tanks and have chased out the settlers that were on that land. They’ve launched rockets everywhere and the iron dome has failed to intercept. This is about to mark a momentous event in history.

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

[bitchface24-7]

I love the dichotomy between Sam and Dean where they see each other in opposite lights. (lowkey a character analysis below)

We’ve seen how Dean views himself. He thinks he’s worthless, weak, stupid, and unloveable. He “hates what he sees in the mirror.”

Sam thinks Dean is amazing. He’s a phenomenal hunter and an even better brother. He stepped up to take care of him when dad fucked off. Dean took care of Sammy in ways most people would never understand. Dean is strong, kind, funny, witty, and undeniably gorgeous. Sam loves Dean with all his heart. No one will ever replace him. No one. Sam cannot live without Dean. If Dean leaves him, he’ll just be surviving.

Sam on the other hand thinks he’s a weirdo, a freak, an abomination. Something to put out of its misery since how could something so disgusting be alive in this world?

Dean thinks Sammy is brilliant. A keen eye and a knack for researching into unknown lore the brothers didn’t even know existed. He’s snarky, snooty, sarcastic, and sweet. Sammy knows the power of both his bitch stare and puppy-dog eyes. Sammy must know he has Dean wrapped around his pinky finger? There isn’t a goddamn thing in this world that tops Sam in Dean’s eyes. Sam is perfect. He’s both beautiful on the inside and out. Sammy is Dean’s priority, his main focus, his baby brother. Eventually it just switches to “mine. mine. mine.” in Deans head. Dean cannot live without Sammy, he’ll k*ll himself before he lives in a world without his baby brother.

Like??? HELLO?!?! I love them so much it isn’t even funny

[hrokkall]

Somebody else

[octylish]

Griefer

[puppppppppy]

@chipper-smol and @crow-cap watched me interact with every single object in Vaugarde for 2 hours straight

(honorable mention @payasita who couldnt make it this time but hopefully next time ^_^)

[simandy]

I've made a gif once of a butterfly flapping it's wings in black and white and, for some reason today, two people from ED tumblr have already used it.

I think I've never talked about it here, but I have an Eating Disorder. It's under control now, and im not one of those girls who look like they have an ED, so when i tell people this they don't believe me, but i do, and i suffer from it.

I don't have much to say, any time i see those numbers and codes in your bios, it breaks my heart. I know your minds better than anyone, i know the revolving trauma and the paradoxical thoughts. I know how it is to look at another woman, then at yourself and the feeling of despair because you don't feel enough. I know how it is to work out until you almost pass out on an empty stomach. But you know what else I know? That this is worthless. Because there isn't an "enough" that is enough for you. I know you know it, deep down in your heart there's a little voice that tells you this. A little voice that keeps whispering: "will I be able to stop?" This voice is your will to live. It is trying to save you, to bring your joy back. No iced coffee will bring it back, no rice cake, no vegetable soup with zero salt will fill this hole in your chest, dear. You will become thin enough to make your thumb and middle finger around your arm and it will make you happy for 5 seconds, until your goal moves to your thumb and your pinky. And I know I'm here, talking about it, risking a relapse by simply thinking about it, but to me it is worthy. Because only God knows how many of you will read this post and snap back to reality and this. This is worth it.

You are loved. You are someone's darling. Even between you guys, you have friends who you care about who are in this community with you. Don't let them go. It's easier to recover with a friend, it's easier to leave the spiral if you join forces.

If you know someone who's showing signs of having an ED, hit them up. Talk to them, show them they're loved, tell them how beautiful you think they are, unpromptedly, unexpectedly. Because i know that's exactly what you think, and they should know it too.

Stay safe. You are loved, and there is nothing you can do, there's no way you can look that will make you stop being loved.

[brain-wyrm]

The real struggle of being cishet on this site is I see a bunch of content that is not catered to me in some ways (e.g. my dash is full of so many lesbians and trans girls 24/7 LMAO). The next logical thought is "well why don't you just follow more blogs that DO cater to you?"

Except these blogs and mutuals are so vivacious and talented and funny and teach me so many things about the world and the human experience

I love them!!! I am standing in a corner with two thumbs up as you guys make out

[heartorbit]

something something sewing event

[spooksier]

just watched across the spiderverse and they fucking did it again they made the greatest movie of all time again

[aviewtoakillmp3]