#this is deeply self indulgent

[umactuallycallie]

Heathcliff since I’m always thinking about him. I wanted to try out a few different lighting and shading styles with this and I think you can tell I was watching Being Human fairly recently.

[demonzoro]

if i had a reliable kouhai i would hype him up so much. everyone clap and cheer or i'll hollow purple this whole building

[ID: A screenshot redraw of Gojo introducing Nanami Kento. Gojo has light brown skin, with silver earrings shaped like two eyes stacked on both ears. He's gesturing grinning widely and gesturing to his right, where Nanami stands with his arms folded. Nanami has tan skin with many faded scars, wearing his usual suit and glasses. His left hand tangles with where Gojo's right hand drapes over his shoulder. The manga-style text reads - Gojo: "This is Nanami Kento, ex-salaryman dropout sorcerer!" Nanami: "Please don't call me that." END ID.]

[giddlygoat]

princess luigi! it’s important to me that his dress have an empire waist with the flowy off-the-shoulder sleeve thingies. i think it suits him well 💚

[cruelplatonic]

my personal headcanon is the vees were unremarkable nobodies when they were alive. i just love it as a thematic throughline for them. they love to let the public of hell speculate on them being famed and acclaimed since before death, but the the truth is they were a d-list failed influencer that got by on cheap controversey and scamming, a broke junkie who burned every shaky bridge he ever had, and a worn-out broadcast production assistant with more rejected auditions and tossed out script pitches than he could count. nobody missed them when they were gone, nobody cared who they were until they were dead.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

i can leave you two alone for a minute, right?

[knivesandsorrows]

nirvana at the paramount, 1991

[linktoo-doodles]

imposter

[hellraiserryo]

you know, the one about a bunch of kids playing a game together that ends up having apocalyptic consequences? they all have crazy, kinda geometric hair? aliens show up out of nowhere and end up being instrumental to helping the kids save the world?

[usergrantaire]

les misérables + spotify playlists [template]

[hoshingi]

karaoke buddies howoo 🎤

[keii4ii]

스쳐가는 이들/ The Warmth of Strangers P goes to the Country of the Morning, many years after the ending.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Kiara's Introspection

(I'm sorry in advance- this might trigger some folks. *it's also me venting a 'lil*)

Kiara lays staring at the ceiling, counting the minutes and the seconds as they tick by. It's nearly 10pm, and she should definitely be going to sleep. She has school tomorrow.

Still a quiet dread builds within her, anxiety burning within her core as another minute ticks by. The two story house is quiet, she can hear the soft breeze pushing a branch against the glass of her window, the insects and the creatures of the night calling their symphony. It should have been calming…

“Our daughter is with a freak!” Crash.

She closes her eyes at that, the quiet dread blooming into a miserable kind of acceptance that spread out from her core and into her limbs and her very fingertips.

“Our daughter is happy! Why can't you see that!” Thump.

They weren't talking about her. Rarely was there an argument about Kiara herself, she was the good girl, never acting out, never talking back, never an… incorrect type of feeling. No, they were talking about;

“It's not right Delilah! It's not right! Bennita-

“Benji! You can't even call him by his name?! If Zoey knew you were speaking this way she'd-

“Not a He! I don't give a damn what she'd say! Maybe she'll finally see reason!”

They were talking about her older sister, Zoey, who had moved out to live with her boyfriend- a boyfriend that used to be a girl. Benji.

“She'll tear you a new one! That's what she'll do. And you know that too! Otherwise you'd say it to her face!” Thunk

“It's not how we were made! She should know better, Kia knows better! We raised them better!”

She flinched at that, the words swirling around her processors like a typhoon during the wet season.

I know better… I know better.

What did she know better? That Benji was a boy? That Zoey loved him?

That… that she was supposed to like boys?

She did though, she did like boys, Rad was cute and funny, his eyes were bright and full of life. He had a wonderful singing voice… he was kind.

She did- but.

The feeling of her best freinds shirt wrapped around her body suddenly felt heavy- and not in a good way. Like it was trying to suffocate her. But if she ever tried to take it off it didn't often make the feeling better, just made her feel more alone, more confused.

She liked boys.

The grew to something even more painful, her core feeling like it was squeezing hard.

Was it wrong to look at a girl in a pretty dress and see that it was pretty? That she looked pretty?

That wasn't wrong right? It was fact… objective. Someone got dolled up and looking nice and so she takes notice -wether their in a suit or a dress.

But the pain got worse instead of better, it was making it hard to breathe. The argument downstairs grew in intensity.

“And you know the Doorman girl is too! Look at her! Look at the way she dresses, the way she acts- what kind of example is that setting?!”

She was happy she didn't hear the slur that he was referring to, she had before, but this time she'd gotten lucky.

That was about Tera.

“You are not barring her from seeing her! They're family at this point! You'll break her heart!”

The pain that was coiled in her core identified themselves, they were sobs, sobs that came out harshly as they pushed past her throat and spilled out of her mouth.

“She'll ruin her! She's already bringing stuff from that damn house home!”

A bad influence, A freak, more names she wouldn't dare even think because attaching them to her best freind felt like the worst type of slander.

Tears pricked at her eyelights, couldn't they give it a rest?! There was nothing wrong with Tera, nothing. Why couldn't he see that?

She was boyish, sure. Standoffish, most definitely. But she was so strong, and brave, and… warm. So warm, and so inviting. Willing to listen, and to understand. She was one of the kindest people she had ever known.

Was that bad…?

No…

No it wasn't bad. That's how freinds should make you feel, warm and happy.

Safe.

Freinds make you feel safe.

“Listen to me bitch! She's my daughter! I can control who she sees!”

“And you don't think Uzi will question why her daughter's closest freind suddenly doesn't want to see her?! You don't think Tera won't be able to just ask her, and her not say “Daddy won't let me see you?!”

“Fuck you!”

It… it wasn't happening. She wouldn't be stopped from seeing her. Mom wouldn't let that happen… it wasn't happening. It wasn't happening.

A pathetic whimper escaped her as she trembled with more sobs. Safe. She wanted to feel safe.

Tera made her feel safe, she'd always made her feel safe. Like nothing could ever touch her as long as she was wrapped in her arms and sheltered by those leathery wings. And she'd purr, and that was so calming; like personalized white noise.

Pain creeped into her core again- that was wrong… wasn't it?

It didn't feel wrong. But her processors began to scream and her head began to hurt.

Was it wrong to like the way Tera looked in a suit? Was it wrong to say she was handsome?

Was it wrong to think about running into her arms, to be bathed in her warmth? To hold her hand?

Was it wrong to feel that way?

Tera wasn't a boy.

She liked boys

Was she wrong? Was she damaged? Because Tera wasn't a boy.

But she liked her.

She was supposed to know better… what did that mean?

Was this a choice? It didn't feel like a choice…

She… liked… boys?

[vigilskeep]

i feel like aus where rook already knew their faction companion are going to be all the rage on ao3 in a few months’ time

[meyerlansky]

😏😏😏

[sincerely-sofie]

*Skitters up to you on all fours and drops this in your lap, then scrambles up the walls and onto the ceiling and immediately falls asleep*

Comic time! Lucky wakes up in the middle of the night and has a chat with Sen in this one.

[strixhaven]

“why are you like this” i say about my own characters that i created and 100% control