#um okay thats all

[milliemonster6]

Ahhhhhhhhhh

[couch-house]

yippee knuckles comic done! wanted to try several things: tell a story in 4-7 pages, attempt to style layouts and writing a bit more like stc comics, and lump my "knuckles raised unknowingly by the m.e." headcanons together. mixed results I think but I still think it turned out nice :)

[vellichorsdesire]

cuddling with your f/o(s) in bed but your arms always fall asleep. their hair gets in your face sometimes or vice versa. being in the middle of kissing, noses bumping too much or you just miss their lips completely with your eyes closed. bumping foreheads accidentally!!! kissing even more and then breaking it off to yawn or giggle and trying to kiss again but it only repeats. goosebumps and shivering whenever you touch them. accidental (or very much intentional/jokingly) shoving/elbowing because the others feet are too cold or it is suuper warm to even be this close to each other. they love and love and love you tremendously still through anything and everything. even if you steal the covers off them when you sleep, maybe

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[mistxmood]

assorted doodles

little guy in fourth doodle is an oc from @cremesofaart : - 3

[3416]

@nhleurope: Tiny mic…BIG questions! | 12.26.23

[the-nefarious-vampire]

it's "intense emotions about jonmartin" o'clock i fear

[all-too-unwell-13]

every now and again, i see someone talk about how "unreasonable" it was for thalia to just abandon all her trust and respect towards him after she came back

but like how would you feel if the person you literally died for (and also the person you defended and stayed with for several years of your life) poisoned the one thing that was left of you, the tree, and then you came back and found out that he ditched you to be possessed by a titan and start a war??

[ryonello]

valorant catgirls on the brain again .... fade this time :3

[stitchy-face]

First of all, I don't think there's enough words in the human language to express my sheer gratitude for how this piece was received. Completely unexpected, deeply warming, wholly appreciated.

Second of all is the matter of everyone asking me for prints! Sorry to seem so evasive about that question before, but I was doing a back to back convention circuit and did not have the time to devote to running a pre-order.

In short: I will be running a pre-order for a print run of this piece! I just need...a touch more time to get my life in order to get it set up but I promise it's coming (I see your very kind messages about it).

If you want to keep updated I have a Telegram channel where I post about my work, but additionally I have a Patreon where you can directly support my many endeavors. As for getting notifications about when pre-orders go live the best spot is to...keep an eye out here, or in my Telegram. I don't want to bother people by collecting their emails.

[whatthefuckisasweep]

i’d imagine theyd be eachother’s plus ones to like. every single wedding . and everyone HATES them for it

[viivie]

*waves* hi tumblr!! long time no post!! I haven't rlly finished a lot of art stuff lately so I haven't had a lot to offer but,, for now,, here have these!! :,D

Recently like. a few months ago now I think actually hfgfh started playing bg3 and I am. absolutely obsessed. no thoughts only bg3!!! bg3 brainworms!!! tadpoles, if you will!!! So I wanted to draw some icons for the tavs I've made so far c: More rambling under the cut!!

On the left is Valens, the tav I made for my first playthrough!! She's a neutral good oath of devotion paladin and she is very very dear to me <3 On the right is the tav for my current run,, a chaotic neutral bard named Sylvie c: technically she has the volobotomy but when i started this drawing she didn't,, hence the purple eyes lmao. oh also dont ask me how her horns clip through her bangs like that bc i do not have an answer it just looks nice

I have more thoughts about them but I might make like. Actual reference sheets for them or smth so just in case I do I'll save all that stuff for then aksjdk- I also have a couple silly doodles and sketches lying around,, might make a sketchdump post or smth eventually since they're piling up,,, who knows :,D

[piplupod]

feels like the isolation is a gushing wound and going to the centre is just a small bandage. i think perhaps i am not really ever going to feel okay unless something miraculous happens. i am retaining some semblance of sanity now that I'm leaving the house and socializing with non-family more than once a week, but i am still hurting more than I can really tolerate and I don't know what to do about it. there doesn't seem to be a fix for this that I can enact.

[starscelly]

sorry if ur like. a whole ass Adult and u post pictures of players when they were still 16-17 and act feral and horny abt it..... that is weird. weirdo behavior. sorry!!!! except not really sorry stop doing that oh my god

[lanshappycorner]

Last thought before I go to sleep Deubek (college) idol au where Sebek is a diehard Malleus fan but one day Silver offers him a ticket to go to his friends concert (apparently his friend is a newbie idol and gave Silver a ticket but Silver can't make it).

Sebek initially refuses but after Silver tells him that after the concert they might announce some news abt Malleus too (Malleus and Silvers friend work in the same agency), Sebek agrees to go

There he sees Silvers friend, Deuce, performing and for the first time Sebek realizes he has an actual oshi (ofc he is a malleus oshi but like his love and admiration for Malleus stems from the fact that his family has served Malleus's for generations. With deuce he just saw this guy on stage and was blown away by how hot he was yknow what I mean)

Does not help that he later finds out Deuce goes to his college and Silver introduces them (totally unaware that Sebek is now Deuce's biggest fan), and Sebek just has to keep cool and pretend like he doesn't own all of Deuces albums and shit all whilst promoing Deuce's songs online and making everyone he knows stream it

[vaugarde]

yeah its important to have interests that arent just for children as an adult because at the end of the day it’s good for you and the way you percieve media overall to have a variety of things that you like but like you also shouldnt make fun of adults who are passionate about childrens media and imply theyre stupid for it. i think both of these takes can exist at once