#the idea is funnnn

[rusticraccoon]

I got drawing plans 😈

Will I finish them soon?

Probably not 😈

[traffrogers]

Not @briefle, @terraglows and i making a comic for @hotguycomiczine???? surely????? with much help from @gingermaple

[kyurochurro]

🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! here’s Spock and Bones Halloween fun since last year I drew spirk!

[mosalahd]

TRENT

[lem0nicle]

GUYS OMG LOOK WHO ACTUALLY GOT THEIR HANDS ON AN IPAD

and of course the first thing im gonna do is capvers (i mostly have no idea what im doing, but ill figure it :D)

ANDDDDDD if you have some doodle ideas (from like any fandom im in), gimme pleaseeeeee

[psychomusic]

reuniting

[brookiecrafts]

Did some filet crochet today, with a shell stitch and modified picot border :)

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

maid life

everyone wears a maid outfit and they have an hour or so to prepare. then they all go into a woodland mansion to clear it out. the ones who live through that pvp with all the totems and stuff. the last one standing is the new owner of the mansion

Are they required to join tumblr as well? To get the maid outfits?

[persephoneprice]

okay everyone else has made this look really fun

ask game:

go on anon and send me unpopular opinions about thg/tbosas!

can be about:

characters

ships

lore

districts

fandom related topics

meta

literally anything!

[hourcat]

omg can I have an angsty prompt request...post-breakup piarles, reuniting after x years, realizing the feelings are still there...and maybe its not too late...hehe 😋

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

It’s been about two years since Pierre took off his ring for the last time.

He’d done it before then plenty, of course—nothing aggravates an argument with the perfect mirror of yourself quite the same as a grand gesture like that, tugging off an engagement band and leaving it on the counter before storming out. But two years ago, things had just…come to a head. Pierre loved Charles, he did, but keeping up with him had become too much work. Life outside of racing had gotten very big very quickly for him, and there’s only so much a person can do in the shadow of their partner before things get testy.

And when you’re engaged to your lifelong best friend, sometimes testy is just the final straw. Charles had been in the middle of one of his big Ferrari collaborative projects, spending more nights in Maranello than at their shared flat in Monaco, and Pierre fell asleep alone in bed once again with the ache of not being enough.

So he’d left. Took the ring off, wrote Charles a little apology, and packed the things he was confident were his before disappearing into the cool November night. He’d changed both of his phone numbers a few days later when Charles started blowing his phone up with messages and voicemails. And then he’d gone off the grid entirely.

I love you, but I cannot do this anymore. That’s what he’d said. Two years later, sitting in the dining lounge at LVMH headquarters, he thinks it’s probably the right call. He no longer feels like a WAG working under his own collaborative brand with the company’s latest popstar ambassador whose name he doesn’t even really recognize. She’s nice, at least—Pierre is waiting for her now, actually, so that they can walk through the latest scheduling draft for the upcoming Winter show. He’s still not fully involved in the behind-the-scenes work, but if he can figure out something splashy to present at the next meeting, he's convinced that he’ll—

“Pierrot?” A familiar voice breaks through his thoughts, coming from somewhere to his right. Pierre turns.

And then his stomach drops, because standing before him is Charles Leclerc—ex-fiance, former best friend, the love of his life once upon a time, standing there with a bag hanging off his shoulder and his sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. Part of Pierre instinctively wants to fix it, either push them gently back where they belong on his face or pull them off and carefully tuck them into the vee of his shirt.

He does neither.

“Charles,” he greets instead, pushing back in his chair casually. He’s not going to get up, he’s not. It’s not like Charles is there for him, after all. “What are you doing here?” He pauses, then realizes how rude it must’ve sounded to just blatantly ask why he’s in Pierre’s workplace. “How have you been?”

Charles, to his credit, doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are lit-up, sparkling the way they always used to when they were together on the track. “I’m good,” he says as he takes a few steps closer to be within proper conversational range. “Ferrari is exploring potential luxury brand partnerships, and since I was already in Paris…” he shrugs. “Just looking, is all.”

Ferrari. Pierre hasn’t followed along close enough with their old sport for quite some time, but the name still makes him grimace. All the time that team had sucked away from him—from them—the thought still makes him bitter enough to taste it. “I see,” he hums in reply, picking up his little espresso cup and sipping at it. Charles just keeps looking at him, though: like he’s curious. “I have been working here alongside some of the lead designers of the season.”

Charles oohs softly. Pierre hates that he can tell it’s genuine even after all this time apart. “They found the perfect model,” he murmurs, a small smile playing on his face. “I’m happy they have you, Pierrot.” He looks like he wants to say more for a moment—it’s been two years and Pierre hasn’t really thought about his almost-marriage for longer than a day at a time, but suddenly having Charles right back in his space is crumbling the foundations of his new life like they’re made of plaster. “How have you been?”

“Good,” is the immediate answer that comes out of his mouth. It’s not entirely false, really, but…Pierre can’t help how his eyes trail up and down Charles’ body, how they catch at the silver chain hanging around his neck. The top button of his shirt is undone, revealing the faint little patch of chest hair that Pierre used to tease him about when they were younger. Nestled in it is…

Is the engagement band Pierre bought him all those years ago. Pierre’s gaze darts to his left hand instinctively. He swallows when he sees it ringless in the places that matter. The sight of the gaudy golden ring against his still-pale chest flings Pierre back in time, when he’d first slipped it on Charles’ trembling hand and whispered be mine forever? Charles had promised him, then, that he would—the memory makes him feel nauseous. Forever had felt like a long time when Pierre had weighed his options before leaving—a long time to be waiting in the wings, a long time to be a love of Charles’ and not the love.

And yet, the last two years without him has felt like a lifetime in the most agonizing of ways. He’s reminded of that yet again with the sight before him: Charles still wears the ring around his neck, and Pierre has his tucked away in the drawer beside his bed, folded in one of Charles’ old bandanas he’d stumbled upon after moving out. It’s silly. It’s devastating. The love Pierre had spent so long packing away in moving boxes is starting to leak out at the bottom.

“Charlie,” he says softly after a long moment, gesturing to the empty seat across from him, “come join me for lunch.” Charles just looks at him, blinking his sweet, slow, cat-like blink until Pierre gestures again, more earnest than before. “Please, mon cheri. It has been so long.”

After another long, breathless moment, Charles’ face softens even further. He pulls out the chair across from Pierre and sinks into it. “It has,” he says quietly. “Pierrot, it has.”

[uboaappears]

I keep forgetting to post my art online, so... here! A drawing of my VTuber/sona, "Kai Mycelium"! Very happy with how it turned out, my digital art skills are surely levelling up.

Here's an older reference using the Live2D model I made:

I've been having so much fun streaming as this unhinged menhera mushroom. And I'm still floored when people drop by my streams and support me. 💜

I do a lot of art and gamedev streams (yes, I found shroom soup content to show that isn't spoilers! Yes, it's very much still in development and things are going great!)

We've hit Twitch Affiliate and 100+ followers, so I decided to finally do a karaoke stream sometime soon... >.< nervcited! Will likely be at the end of the month because I'm going away to volunteer, but yeah! Watch this space~

The space in question, where the fungal alien resides:

✨https://twitch.tv/uboaappears ✨

Streams usually at 7PM BST on Tuesday, Thursday & Sunday. Come see my art/gamedev progress and hang out 💜

[inkats]

i wanttt........ a toxic situationship....

[anachronistic-falsehood]

Just signed up for the jrwi patreon. fighting with spotify to get the correct login information.

HOLY SJHITTTTT kozzax i do nee dto emphasize that you DEFINITELY need to physically Watch some of the episodes. especially the ones later on. like the ones in season 2 with the titles "grey" "black" and "white" because those are Very Fucking Good to watch okay. kozzax i am spinning around with u in circles rn this is fucking AAWESOME please come back 2 my inbox and update me with ur thoughts when u start watching IM SO EXCITED !!!!!! i listened to pretty much all of s1 with no video and i dont think i lost anything from the viewing experience but in s2 ther are episodes you Very Much should watch with ur eyes if u can because theres art in them and its v important 2 me that u See It. cannot WAIT for u to go thru the horrors <3

[doomednarrative]

The second verse and chorus of DoReMiFa Rondo would be a really cute video parody to do with Poppy and the Ex Aid cast ngl

[thatthirstyweirdo]

Having thoughts… about doing the evil art style challenge… can you guys tell me what my art style traits are? Pretty pleaseee 😔😔

[youronlybean]

Lately I’ve been thinking about posting mcyt fics again. Don’t have the time but I’ve been thinking about it for sure