#E N A M O R E D

[svnny-shine]

do u understand my vision

[actressposts]

[andy-clutterbuck]

Black T-Shirt + Sling | requested by Anonymous

[tagerrkix]

[pastelaspirations]

Hi! I am completely in love with your story on AO3 (Perseverance), I think it’s my favourite out of all the fics I’ve read! I’ve been reading since… I believe shortly before chapter 27 came out? And I’ve been entirely obsessed with it since! (I am very socially anxious so it did take me a good while to start commenting, but I’ve been having so much fun writing and reading comments! My usernames are the same here and on AO3 btw!)

So, when I first read chapter 27, I had this entire image pop into my head when Error’s treehouse was being described from Ink’s POV, specifically his thoughts for the reasoning behind Error having the skylights.

I’ve had this picture floating around in my head for nigh on 3 years now, and a few months ago I FINALLY got around to drawing it! It’s kinda just a small ‘what if’ scene.

So, now that I’ve worked up the courage (sharing art is, for some reason, ten times more scary than commenting ;w;) here’s the drawing! I guess it could be considered an anniversary gift for Perserverence, even if that wasn’t its original purpose XD (happy anniversary again!)

Tadaaaaa! Stargazing under skylights! A small moment of rest away from the chaos of the outside world.

(Fun fact- this is the first time I’ve ever drawn Error!)

Thank you for this wonderful story! It’s been an absolute joy and inspiration to read, and I’m excited to see what happens next!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, OH MY G O S H, I AM SCREAMING. I AM NOT OKAY, I'M NOT OKAY, HOLD ON, I'M LOSING MY MIND RIGHT NOW. BUT IN A GOOD WAY, IN A GOOD WAY, OH MY GOOOOOOOOOSSH, HELP ME-

Oh my goooddneesss, you've been here a w h i l e, haven't you? YOU'RE ONE OF THE OG FANS, CLAP IT UP, EVERYONE ✧˖°. Thank you so much for sticking with my story so long! <3 I'm so very honored I was able to captivate your attention for all this time ;_; (Oh maan, don't worry. Imagine me giving you a hug. I understand what social anxiety is like. This is a safe place for it! :D You don't have to worry about engaging with me or the other mad lad fans. The other Perseverance peeps are ✧˖°.pretty cool✧˖°.)

AAAAAAAAA, I AM S C R E A M I N G. Okay, okay, I'm so happy rn, you don't understand.

When I described that scene, I was hoping I described it well enough so other people could see what I saw in my head. Mostly because I thought I was incapable of drawing what I envisioned, even though now I may be able to take a shot at it

AND OH MY GOOOSSSH, OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS, L O O K

YOU DID IT SO BEAUTIFULLY, OMG, I AM NOT OKAY. I AM LOSING MY MIND. YEEEEEEEEEESSSSS, I DID IT. I SUCCESSFULLY COMMUNICATED MY VISION TO OTHER MAD LADS SO THEY CAN RECREATE IT <3 <3

Eeeeugh, I'm holding my head. You even got like. All the little details, man. The feathers on Broomie, Error's gun. Ink's scarf fading from lighter to darker. Ink's birthmarks. Even like, the sketchbook. Which I think I described as having a heart on the cover like. A total of two or three times.

The attention to detail, man. I am so impressed and honored. THANK YOU SO MUCH, MAN, IT'S SO PRETTY AND WONDERFUL AND I WILL BE STARING AT IT FOR THE NEXT THREE HOURS-

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to eventually be bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not to allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The ‹lash› of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[bedtime-broadcast]

Alastor: *gasps softly, holding the art in both hands, his grin softening into something tender and rare* Well now… would you look at this precious little picture.

He tilts his head, eyes scanning every lovingly detailed part of the artwork—Calliope’s shimmering eyes, her bunny dress, the enormous bow, the darling plush in her arms.

She’s absolutely adorable! The likeness is uncanny—so full of charm and innocence. And that pout! She gets that from her Baba, you know.

He chuckles warmly, pressing a gloved hand over his chest.

Thank you, YoiteArt (on Twitter), truly. This is a treasure I’ll be keeping in the radio room forever. You’ve captured my little fawn’s spirit perfectly!

[luxmoogle]

Your bio says you can be bribed with lux, but what about 13 postcards I found randomly? Would you take those?

..THIRTEEN????

[otiksimr]

MONSTER HUNTER WILDS???

UNDERWATER COMBAT/SECTION (?)

YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE

[darkheartedprince]

❝ -- Hey , Aqua ? Did you know Terra's kissing random girls again ? It's a shame . I thought he was better than that . ❞

[raddest-laddest]

it’s so weird having to go manual on your emotions sometimes. like, major event occurs, and i have to open up my skull and write “happy :)” on my brain

[csyakult]

✻ ⌣ 🦦 ˚ 𖤛

[andy-clutterbuck]

[saint-vhs]

M Y D R E A M Y A D V E N T U R E - 世界は80年代に終了しました X M D A - T e m p t i n g C o n s u m p t i o n

[pastelaspirations]

I’ll never forget you babes 😭💔😔🥺

I finally come back to tumblr and t h i s is what I see. That's it, I'm done, I'm uninstalling tumblr. Bye everyone, it's Honey's fault-

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓘'𝓶 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓐 𝓟𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 ~ 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓤𝓼 𝓖𝓸 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮...

There is no heart transformation, no trial, no tribulation that I wouldn’t go through to everlastingly be your greatest, precious, good... Because only with you, it finally feels like family, like humanity, like Spring. I do hear you breathing, incessantly. With every fiber of its being, the core is crying-frenzied-fulfilled. & it is but a dream ~ the floral life of meaning, the aching whisper of Krat's mesmerizing treasures. / 𝒫𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈.

You will never know what it is that I am dying to share with you, nor will I. For it is more than myself, more than the meticulously chosen letters do form. I feel it ~ the headache, the heartache, the fierce hole in this unconscious mind. It is screaming, as loud as the bleeding remains of my human side... I have to live with it, the realization that I am fragmental-deprived-struck-enslaved ~ And they will never hear the name, I vow. / Nothing is as memorable as pain... is as celestial as the organ's echoes too beatific for one's own identity.

...𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕟 ℂ𝕒𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕆𝕗 ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.