sybara

[sybara]

For the ask game: 1 and 11, bestie.

Song of the year?

Mitski - Nobody

Something you want to do again next year?

Write! Write! Write!

[sybara]

you can't tell me I'm wrong

[sybara]

Secret Santa Snippets Masterlist!

@creweemmaeec11 -> Annee (WCF) = Chilly Interview

@beanswoo -> Pen =

@deckofaces -> Kit = Party for Two

@onlywhump -> Epic = Captivity and Some Spice

@esperosisdoeswriting -> Smile (Beans) = Secret Santa!

@the-luminol-writer -> Sun = Secret Santa

@hufflepuffwritingstuff2 -> Ginger = Secret Santa Snippet

@yourheartonfire -> Lumi = Secret Santa

@laffy-taffy-creations -> Huffle = Presence and Presents

@nightfrostshadow -> Anath (Laffy) = Cat and Bird

@mirohtron -> Neko (Aura) = Secret Santa

@watercolorfreckles -> Storm = Apple Pie

@gingerly-writing -> Quill (Onlywhump) = Gifted Hero

@save-the-villainous-cat -> Kyle (miroh) = Secret Santa!

@sunflower1000 -> Esper =

@epiclamer -> Crewe = A favour

@kitsunesakii -> Night = Ignorant to Love

@auratusaria -> Everly (DoA) = A Warm Christmas

@that-storming-writer -> Dima (dmitri) = You're Early

@thepenultimateword -> Sarah (YHOF) = Secret Santa

@kaiwewi -> Cat =A Room for Two

@dmitrinfinite -> Snow = Secret Santa

@snowshowerwriting -> Kai = Satan Spawn

[sybara]

@mirohtron here you go, darling <3

And thank you so much to @creweemmaeec11 for making Secret Santa possible! Merry Christmas!

“I think someone is poisoning me.” It didn’t even reach the volume of a whisper because quite frankly, the hero wanted to keep this to themselves.

“Oh, you think so?” It made them jump a little. They frowned and looked at the villain who was occupied on their phone. It was sort of a tradition to pause when the fight got too heavy.

The hero felt like a lunatic, like a hypocrite. All of it was a play and the hero was the unillumined player on the stage, unknowing of the script and the outcome.

“No, let me rephrase that,” they said. “I think you are poisoning me.”

With a facility that astonished the hero, their enemy laughed at that. It wasn’t a joke on their part. They were being serious.

But the villain didn’t even bother to look up from their phone.

“I mean it.”

“You think I’m poisoning you?” The villain smirked when they switched off their phone and turned to their enemy. The hero had given them a black eye — purely accidentally — and when their gaze fastened on them, the hero could feel their heart skip a beat.

“For that matter, I do,” they said. Now being confronted like this, they felt uneasy. The villain was unpredictable. They could increase the dose anytime if they felt like it, especially when they knew that the hero knew.

“What makes you think that? What are your symptoms?” the villain asked.

“Stagnant trail of thought. Sweating. Dizziness. Being short of breath.” The hero picked on the skin around their nails impatiently. They were often violent enough to make their fingers bleed.

“Fastened heartbeat, sweaty palms?” their enemy asked.

“Sort of.” The hero’s fingers hurt from the fight. On their knuckles was dried blood. They tasted iron.

It had to be a poison. Other explanations were too vague, too pervasive.

“It is pretty brave to address this, then,” the villain said. There was still a slender smile on their face.

“Are you gonna kill me now?” That made the villain laugh again, throwing their head back. When they didn’t get a reaction from the hero despite a blank stare, they leaned over.

“Little hero.” They snatched the hero’s chin, pulling them into their own personal space. “Believe me, you’d be dead if I poisoned you.”

They traced their enemy’s bottom lip carefully, their eyes fixed on the way they parted.

“I would’ve killed you a long time ago if I wanted you dead,” they explained casually. “And it wouldn’t be poison. I would kill you with my hands around your neck.”

The hero’s mind reeled. They felt nauseous. The villain’s fingers were oh so soft. It was intoxicating.

“I don’t understand…” They grasped the villain’s wrists, searching for something close to steadiness but they felt more vertiginous than ever. The air felt thin. Their throat pulsed.

“I’m not poisoning you, darling,” the villain mumbled. They let go of the hero and tilted their head. “I’m almost offended you think that I would.”

“But I only feel like this around you. You’re doing something.” Half a minute or so passed before the villain said anything.

“Maybe you’re right. Some would call it a poison.” That was unsatisfactorily inexpressive. The hero was too stunned to say anything, so the villain spoke again. “Now, come on. We still have to give the cameras a bit of footage.”

[sybara]

Twenty-Second Day of Gift-Giving

Twenty-Two Traits

... 22 traits to use for your characters

tolerant

sincere

confident

brave

affectionate

patient

impatient

deceptive

courageous

loyal

disloyal

rude

polite

witty

selfish

bold

ambitious

pessimistic

stubborn

reliable

abrasive

charming

24 Days of Gift-Giving

[sybara]

lilith having a middle age crisis

[sybara]

just a quick POV, their wearing a couples costume of peanut butter and jelly.

why?

BECAUSE IT'S OCTOBER YOU PRICKLY PEAR!!!

[sybara]

reblog if you are ASEXUAL, support ASEXUAL PEOPLE, or SECRETLY A DRAGON IN HUMAN FORM

[sybara]

Illicit, stolen post here! Reblog unavailable on the original, yours free!

[sybara]

like to charge reblog to cast

[sybara]

Cleaned up the sketch from last time! I'll probably need to look at it once again tomorrow with fresh eyes and... correct mistakes. Either that or I'll just start painting and will then agonize over all the tiny details I should've already corrected in the sketch phase.

[sybara]

fuck yeah you go man

NTA-you stood up for your son

[sybara]

mine will be “h”

[sybara]

[sybara]

It's Internet Explorer's last day, so it's mandatory to post this relic.

[sybara]

SHUT UP AND WATCH SLEEPING LULU WITH MY PRECIOUS HOOTCIFER

[sybara]

skrunkly