#ty for the sweet tags on this!!

[parisoonic]

[heydrangeas]

I am trying soooo hard not to be annoyed with american leftists. like we get it, you are ideologically perfect and won’t compromise with anyone or take any action or donate your time or money to any material cause—but at least you post the Exact Right Things and hate everyone!! Phew!

[miikpal]

2025 vs 2018

since its year of deltarune... feels really nice seeing the improvement!

[thatonefishfriend]

i love you're king so much 😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕 >//<

[frogmansides]

snamily (snake family)

[amimiru]

✨sylvanian dantoru✨

[bunnysnared]

*taps mic* is this thing on..

hello i am absolutely terrified to post on here for the first time AHHH hopefully i show up in searches.. but to kick it off here are some [at this point..] really old soap sketches ♡ when i was trying to decide how i wanted to stylize his facial features.. still not sure!!

[dalvs-wife]

the musical trio ever!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Expand more on sugurus selfishness pls 💕💕

So it’s a need for him to take care and love you? <3 also how would he pick his lover and how to love them 👀

Would he never ever leave you even if it’s healthy for you and you’d be happier that way? (Tbh I don’t ever wanna leave him either 🥺❤️)

AHHH WELL…. it’s tough anon….. i feel like calling him selfish almost paints him in a bad light but i truly don’t see his selfishness as a bad thing 😭 suguru’s love is very very tender, but it’s kind of… rooted in his own need for devotion. if that makes sense. suguru craves to care for you, y’know? it’s all about you, yes, but it’s all about you because that’s what he wants… what he needs… he feels complete when you let him love you. he feels happy when you’re happy. so really it’s all about him, but all that’s running through his mind is you you you…. if that? makes sense???

like. at the end of the day. all suguru wants is to be the one who stands at your side. and he will fight for that position, as opposed to someone like gojo who i think would slink into the shadows if he thought it was best for you….. if your relationship was making you miserable then obviously suguru wouldn’t want you to stay, but. the thing is that he does make you happy. he sees it as his duty and it’s not a duty he’d ever give away to someone else, even if they could love you in ways he couldn’t... suguru is determined to be worthy of you!!!! he needs you and he needs to love you, to make you happier than anyone else. it’s a strong, selfish desire but that doesn’t make it bad!!!

this is a gross oversimplification really but in my brain it’s kinda like….. gojo wants you to be happy. and suguru wants to make you happy. you know??

[bambiilooza]

heya! How do you feel about the Ithaca saga? :3

also hope you’re doing well and healthy! 🩵🩵🩵

(Also love all your art just recently got back to blog surfing :D)

hi, hope ur doing well :D

ithaca saga was solid cuz, as always, the music, performances and visuals were stellar. the challenge was my favourite song from it cuz i love penelope just, as a character in everything she's in.

but, i've realised that I don't really like epic act ii. or, at least, not as much as act i. (not musically. it's still great there) so, i'm not as hype as other ppl are about it.

but, it was a good ending to what epic is and i'm satisfied with that.

[akiacia]

(Scott was there too)

[mx-sinisters]

sin’s twelve days of christmas gifts; 2023

william james moriarty ❄ happy holidays @koushuwu

[moookar]

tymicheal shippers hello are you out there

[reegis]

Are you ok? My favourite mechs artist has been quiet recently

im am SO so sorry i havent been able to post in so long aaa.. at the moment i am very much not okay, unfortunately a lot of things have gone poorly very quickly but hopefully its only a temporary set back!!

tldr i finally managed to get a full time job a month & a half after moving and my car broke down for the last time almost immediately upon hiring so i now have to walk ~2hrs to and from an 8 hour shift every day + more personal stuff,, the pain & stress is Not fun for my back problems or mental health :,^)

hoping to get the bike my mom leant me repaired as soon as i have my first paycheck or 2, so fingers crossed that will make a huge difference

i have still been slowly working on comms in whatever free time i get but its slow going 😔 ty everybody for your patience & sorry again for not being online!

[toxicanonymity]

happy birthday, raider joel ❤️

bday cake by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Raider (3/24/23) / Joel POV

y'all have given him so much over the past year, and your investment in this universe means the world. to thank you and celebrate joel + sweet pea, I'm queuing some beautiful things you've made for them.

love you all so much ❤️

[pocket-vvardvark]

Sujamma Sundas

YAYYY, ty for the tags: @skyrim-forever @sulphuricgrin @skyrim-crossing

I'd like to tag: @fangsandsoftgrass @scholarlyhermit @hircines-hunter @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @bostoniangirl21 :) no pressure, I love you guys ♥️

[Post a favorite scene, favorite sentence, favorite dialogue, favorite anything from any fic you've written! If you haven't written any fic, feel free to share your ideas. If you don't have any, recommend a friend's fic!]

Under the cut bc um, it's a bit long 😬 this is from my fic Sweet Decay <3

Truly, this was beginning to be such a strange night and relationship. They weren't in love with each other, this weird limbo they were in was most certainly not love, that much he was sure of. 

“Angelica.” He starts, and loses his nerve so easily he could cringe at his own foolishness, “Come along quietly, we wouldn't wish to rouse your family.” Pouting, she follows him until they are safely out of reach and the thicket’s grown so high it has begun to level her waist. Peering around, her broodiness is forgotten once the air changes; a metallic tang on the underside of her tongue and the air is so thick, it's nearly suffocating. Her tongue shifts in her mouth, toying with her gold-plated piercing as if it could release the sudden taste of blood. It does not. 

“Verandis.” Her voice hisses with warning, frantically whipping around to face the growing sense of danger which seemed to loom ever closer. She doesn't hear his reply, only the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears as a good few figures assault them. They charge for Angelica first, claws tearing through flesh so easily she screams at the blinding, hot pain. It sears her flesh, rendering her useless as she tumbles to the ground with a wounded side. Verandis struggles with his own aggressor, barely able to struggle out of their grasp as its face becomes visible against the dissipating fog. A vampire–they hiss, snarling and gnashing at nothing while Verandis keeps them away with a conjured stave. The second is nowhere to be found, but both are much too gone in their minds to be anything but feral, so she doubts they’d have gotten very far. Bleeding out in the grass while she watches the man she’s sweet on succumb to his fate is not what she planned for this evening. She hadn't even gotten an apology out of him. Clawing against the air, they snarl and bite with the promise of flesh. Picking herself up from the forest floor, Angelica readies her magic against unsteady, twitching fingers. With only one hand to work with, it would be impossible to use her conjured war-hammer, so she'd have to settle for a few undead companions. The earth rumbles beneath her feet as bones chatter and milky phalanges claw past their graves. Under her command, the spirits rush forward, tugging on vampiric flesh with several pops and creaks until a gruesome sight is left trembling beneath Verandis. Sending her a grateful nod, he moves quickly to mend her wound, his hands meeting her ribs with tenderness. It's not until Verandis is pinned before her that she has any recognition of what is happening. At break-neck speeds, the missing feral comes launching for an attack, but her raised skeleton manages to subdue them with a painful crack of its neck. It hangs limply, neck separating from its body unnaturally while its face is set in terror not unlike if it were still sane. With a chance at freeing Verandis from whatever magic surrounds his hands and waist, she squirms forward despite the dull ache lingering in her ribs. Scratches from harrow-fiends could prove fatal, provided they hit the right spot. That wasn't her worry at the moment, though, she could only panic as thundering footsteps rocked forth, rustling foliage as another entity crept into view. Magic bound Verandis so tightly, it was nearly impenetrable as Angelica struggled to tug the links away. Futile, only a spell like this could be broken with the right counter-spell, and she knew of none. Racking her brain of any useful thought, she desperately clawed at his magical binds, panicking as her breath becomes shallow. 

“Run! You need to get out of here, now! ” He was right to warn her as the overbearing presence grew behind her, but she stubbornly refused. Tears prick at her eyes, mocking her for feeling the way she did earlier. Her tantrum seems so childish, now, as she’s reduced to a sniveling mess above him. 

“ No !” She roars, pulling her lips in a snarl, “I refuse to leave you!”

His eyes are wide, and she realizes in spite of the danger, she's never seen him so frightened before.

A voice drawls from behind, “It seems you've met my pets, unfortunate they didn't make it. But, I suppose I'm pleased enough my prey is alive. Your screams will sound so pretty after I've sucked you dry, girl .” 

Reckless, Angelica is quick to collect her burning limbs, immediately directing her undead to the new threat. She's agitated–so tightly woven into the threads of adrenaline that it is the only way she’s remained upright for so long. The man smiles sardonically, appearing amused at her attempts to fight back. A few flicks of his wrist, and half her animated skulls and bones are scattered and razed to ash. It angers her, infuriates her into a blinding rage when the spirits she cares for are so easily scattered into the wind, unmade by a cruel hand that sets their souls into a state of unrest. The hand which clutched her side falls, no longer able to feel pain as another takes over. The pain of loss fuels her vengeance, twisting into the shadow of a war-hammer, inky-black and misty. She slices through the air, her swings a moment too slow to make contact with her foe. He smiles, and she can see his canines extend, ready to pierce her flesh and coat it in her own, sticky ichor. In her haste, she's rash, growing a bit quicker as the fight continues and she adapts to this deadly dance. Magic is brought into the mix, uttering a mantra of necromantic spells while she forces the vampire onto the defensive. Against her assault of fiery skulls, snapping and creaking their jaws to taste flesh, a slice finally makes contact. It crunches sickeningly as the blade strikes his shoulder, just as her quarry exchanges his corporeal form for red mist. Only her panting and the sound of creaking bones can be heard in the clearing, controlling her breaths she listens closer. Nothing–only the sound of the bog nearby, full of chirping crickets, buzzing dragonflies, and the gurgling of water. Her adrenaline begins to fade, and it is her undoing. Pinned to the ground, two fangs nearly sink into her jugular if not for her quick thinking. Unfortunately, with her blade raised against her neck in defense, it allows for it to be used against her. Her blade, although weaved of magic, is swiped from her in a haze, and she is unable to properly dispel it before she's screaming in terror. White, hot pain blurs her vision, heaving through bile and half-strangled whimpers when she realizes her dominant hand is missing. It lies beside her, sinew and flesh clinging to its mangled end as not even bone is left. Biting down on her lip, Angelica makes a last ditch effort, weaving her missing bone into a dagger which she brutally stabs into the belly of her attacker. Imbuing it with fire, she wins the advantage with the element of surprise, sending the vampire stumbling backwards as she continues to assault him. Screaming in rage, she redoubles her efforts, tears free-flowing as she decapitates the monster. Only when his head rolls free with a vacant expression, does she collapse in a heap of exhaustion. If not dealt with soon, she would expire as well. Thankfully, his magic bindings disappear, setting the Count free as he reaches for his crumpled companion. Loopy from adrenaline, and perhaps a bit delusional, she smiles crookedly. “I saved your ass, Count, that had better earn me an apology.” Her eyes roll back before she can catch his beautifully sad expression, though. Even as Verandis calls out to her, she fades against him, unable to hear a word as nothing is left unclaimed by the void of unconsciousness.