#touch grass idk

[jamandjazz]

Turns out my friend was right and drawing while not expecting perfection does in fact make you less likely to burn out. I did not expect this nor want it.

[lazylittledragon]

hi! I absolutely love your art and I get so happy when I see it come up on my feed! 🥰

if I can ask, why does cyra use a cane sometimes? I just saw your art where gale and cyra are with their newborn and cyra is walking with their toddler and she has a cane and I was curious.

have a good day! ����💚

thank you so much!!!

i don't think i've said much about it other than 'she almost died' aksdhsh but everything went very wrong when the first one was born and she got sepsis, which can really fuck you up long term and she developed chronic fatigue.

she definitely tells the children that she's got a sword hidden inside it

[sideblogdotjpeg]

ive been thinking about the red string superstition recently and also sol bufo always and it makes me sick how uncannily caldwell tanner has made sol to perfectly target me personally

(+ cropped versions !)

[tinynap]

you forfeit your right to privacy the second you start publicly slandering people like im sorry dream's been nice up until now and kept most dms private but u don't get to spout insanely false shit about people and then be upset when they hit back with conversation receipts to back up their side that is just not how it works

[lesbians4armand]

“fiction affects reality” as in fiction makes people become domestic abusers if they see abuse portrayed in media, so abuse should never be portrayed: bad take, hayes code ass logic, not how that works

“fiction affects reality” as in gothic horror tv shows are really good at making people interact with art history: observationally true, very very funny effect.

[lottieurl]

oh yeah can we Please normalize loving your family-

[agapeeternal]

Glen Powell at the Premiere of Netflix's “Hit Man”

[baggy-holmes]

happy saturday, nerds

[maxedes]

nico rosberg appeared to me in a dream last night, so now i watch him get divorced as revenge

[ppriesttess]

[monstersinthecosmos]

Vamptember Day 12 - Beautiful Boy

{tool - parabol}

Being caged in Marius’s arms makes Daniel think of the portico at the Villa of Mysteries. Arms like the steadfast ancient columns, his bones like stone. 

Feels nice, though.

Daniel shifts in Marius’s lap, his legs stretched out, ankles crossed on the arm of the couch. Marius cradles in him there, teeth hard in Daniel’s neck, thumb stroking the opposite artery as he takes swallow after swallow.

It’s so very like him, really, sort of gentlemanly, and yet fear needles through all the same. Perfunctory, until he rips the almost-healed wounds open again. Clinical, until Daniel hears the small grunt, or he gently tugs at Daniel’s earlobe, or he squeezes the inside of Daniel’s thigh. He thinks Marius must be full of shit, every time he lectures about how vampires lack carnality.

But he thinks of the Villa of Mysteries, for some reason. Caged in. If Marius decided not to let him go, Daniel wouldn’t be strong enough to fight him.

Doesn’t want to go anywhere, though. He sighs happily into the pain, shivering as Marius’s nails drag across the back of his neck. He’s as carnal as everyone else, at the end of the day, once there’s blood in his mouth. And Daniel knows he’s gotten ruthless when he hunts, even though he tries to hide it.

His eyes close and he thinks about that night. Marius must be able to see it, and Daniel doesn’t mind. He hopes, as he sinks into the memory, that the pictures might become even richer.

Armand, walking quietly, in and out of the moonlight as they pass through the portico, through the stripes of the shadows. Warm and lifelike in his stolen denim jacket, that still smelled like the human he stole it from. Cigarettes and sweat and cologne, like a normal mortal boy.

The house had been so hollow at night, and Daniel hadn’t been able to see the frescos very well in the dark. Armand had stared and stared, though, trying to read meaning in them, so very quiet. 

“I think he wondered about you,” Daniel mumbles, without meaning to. He closes his eyes and reaches to touch the back of Marius’s head, as if to hold him there. He doesn’t have the power to, of course, but Marius is pliant. Allows Daniel to stroke his hair. He remembers being on his knees, for the sacrament, like giving head. Remembers all the times he held the back of Armand’s head, just like this, while spilling into his mouth.

Marius bites hard, and tears at his skin, opening a larger gash. Large enough for the tip of his tongue, and the sensation of it, being touched on the inside where he shouldn’t, zings down to his elbows. 

Armand’s face had been so ruddy and human, his cheeks a little pink. Full cheeks, like he never quite grew out of his baby fat. It was easy not to see it sometimes, when he could be so cold and alien. And maybe that night in Pompeii was the first time Daniel really noticed. Something vulnerable about him, when he could go soft with curiosity. Looked like a child.

He’s seen Armand in Marius’s visions. Messy little thing. Always glowing warm in the firelight—Marius doesn’t have any memories of Armand in the sun, either. 

“That was the night he told me he loved me,” Daniel sighs. Dreamy sigh, because he doesn’t hate the memory. Because Marius’s tongue is in him, and the dizziness of blood loss is getting cozy. He sinks into the pain, the heat, his toes curling as he hears Marius swallow again. “He must have been thinking about you.”

Marius shudders. He grunts, and shifts Daniel in his lap. The ancient blood tingles in Daniel’s throat as Marius bites his tongue and heals the wound, and lingers there while it closes up. Licks over the healed skin in reverence.

“I didn’t know at the time,” Daniel mumbles. Sleepy now, as the pleasure rushes through. Coming down from the high, and the sun is coming. He cuddles against Marius’s body, rubs his face into Marius’s hair. “Didn’t know about you. It was just the next place I went. But he must have been thinking about you. Chased us both there.”

Daniel remembers Armand’s face, his eyes, as he stepped into the moonlight, as he searched the walls for clues. When he leans in to kiss Marius on the mouth, he tastes his own blood. 

He was looking for you. 

[stinkrascal]

my laptop stopped working so no standstill updates for the foreseeable future 🥲👍🏻

[catchingdaydreams]

Breastfeeding your man

[demibats]

halsey has been making music for 12 years and has always made time for fans and let us know how important we are to her . the hate and disdain i’ve seen directed at them is disgusting and inhuman . they were sick and actively going through treatment . she’s shared this with her fanbase as well as the hardships she’s gone through and people don’t have an ounce of empathy toward her ? don’t call yourself a fan if you’re actively berating and sending hateful things to them . she’s a person , not a fucking fictional character . i know this isn’t the kind of stuff i usually post about , but h is the one artist that i connected with on such a personal level that i wont stand for people lacking empathy and being hateful toward her .

[yougyattabekidding]

Dni if you ship mk1 Johnny x takeda…. Yall are nasty up in here…

[separatist-apologist]

If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times: stop putting your anti bullshit in the Elucien tags. It is not pro Elucien, it is literally nothing at all.

All you're doing is making this fandom MORE TOXIC. Y'all think you're immune because you ship Elucien, I promise you're not. You are JUST as bad.