#I have a lot of art from the past few months that I keep forgetting to post so I’ll be trying to do that

[laurzvahll]

they’re ridiculous

[eunnieboo]

IYHM ask replies! (2/3)

🌸 @csevet asked:

hi my copy of iyhm just came in and my fiancee and i snuggled up and read the whole thing cover to cover and CRIED!!! i love when lesbians 💕💞💝💗💝💗💘💞💖💗💝

AHHHHH thank you SO much!!! OMGGGGG 🥺 live laugh lesbian..... 💞💗💖💕💖💞💕💖💗

🌸 @chrysalis-the-butterfly asked:

I read If You'll Have Me a few months ago and I loved it! Your art is so pretty and Momo and PG are such cool characters! 🥰 If you're okay with sharing, I'd be interested to hear what inspired you during the creative process? Were there any pieces of media or any other characters which influenced the formation of Momo and PG? Or did you do your own thing?

oh my gosh! thank you!! i really love character interactions and relationship dynamics, so i wanted to depict two girls who seemed like opposites - one cool and laid-back, the other soft and sweet. after a while they started to take on a life of their own, and i thought it'd be wonderful if their story could evoke the feeling of a shoujo romance!

i had a lot of things on my mind when i wrote the script... friendship, intimacy, communication... communication can be so hard! sometimes it's harder with someone you're close to because their opinion is so important to you. and what happens when you've got a character who's non-confrontational and has low self-esteem + someone who prefers actions over words, and would rather burn bridges than admit to feeling vulnerable? how would they get past that? i wanted to write their flaws as believable, and how their life experiences have shaped the way they think about themselves / the way they respond to personal conflict... but also how they learn from each other and grow ❤️ tysm for the question!!

@bisexualgoof asked:

Hi Eunnie! I just finished reading “If You’ll Have Me” and let me tell you, it was spectacular! I saw it in a local bookstore the other day and it was a no brainer to grab. The characters are so fun, the story is beautiful and heartfelt, and honestly every character is attractive… I especially fell in love with the pages of the books without words, especially 312-313, it made me cry. Such beautiful art! I related to PG’s annoyance with her long hair, I felt very seen with her comments. I’ve definitely said “I’d like to forget” so many times myself, right to my butch heart haha. Thank you for sharing this story with the world, and thank you in particularly for your acknowledgment at the end of the book, it made me feel seen. What an amazing love story, hope to see more of this adorable couple in the future!

oh my goodness!! this is so lovely and wonderful and ahhh T_T thank you so very much. it's such a dream, having these girls be out in the world with their personalities and backstories revealed at last! and i'm so happy to hear about the cast and side characters, i love designing people hehe ♥ i'll definitely keep drawing this couple, alongside more sapphic couples that are to come 😍 thank you!!

🌸 @skittles-rainbow-cat asked:

HI HI HI!!! you’ve been one of my fave artists forever and i just got done with iyhm and it’s sooooo amazing im in love with it. also i think strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo fits mono and pg very well :] i hope you’re having a good day and thank you for all your art it heals me in many ways <3333

HIIII omg!!! thank you so much! this song is so cuteeee oh my gosh this line:

Takes my hand in hers when the lights aren’t on Smaller than mine and oh god I am gone

it's so sweet ;_; thank you forever, i hope you're having a wonderful day!! <3 <3 <3

🌸 @lord-of-the-froggies asked:

Howdy Eunnie! I know you're probably swamped with work right now, but I just wanna let you know that I got my copy of your book today!! I'm gonna start reading it right away, it looks and feels amazing. From a fellow Washington artist to another--congratulations on such a huge achievement!

yay hello fellow washingtonian! and fellow artist!! thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 and i'm so glad the book got to you safely! wishing you a happy read~

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

omggg thank you that means so much!!! ;_; <3

🌸 @ddooyoung asked:

I got my (signed!) copy of the book, and I love it SO MUCH. It's everything I was hoping and more. I love finally getting to know them, especially Momo. Since the first time I saw them, I thought Momo was a lot like me and now I have confirmation 😆 Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful story!!! I'm excited for everything you do 💗

WAHH thank you so much!! yesss i'm so overjoyed to finally share their story after so long! i hope the signature turned out okay, i was very nervous signing books for the first time (shaky hand and everything) 😱 i think next time it would be fun to make a custom stamp and stamp a doodle next to my signature hehe. thank you again!!! 💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I somehow missed the news about your having created a whole damn book?? was just flipping through yu & me books's holiday gift guide and did a double take when I saw priscilla and momo!! zoomed in and sure enough, there was your name at the bottom! congrats on ihym and congrats on being featured on rec lists from shops as cool as yu & me 🎉😍

omggg thank you thank you!! 🥰 AHHH yu & me books looks so amazing! i've been to new york just once but if i ever get to go back i have to visit them... i'm always looking for indie bookstores to throw my money at 😤

🌸 Anonymous asked:

1. Will there be an “if you’ll have me” sequel? 2. Is Momo her full name or a Nick name? If it’s a Nick name what is her full name? Thank you i love your work! ❤️😊

ahh there's no sequel planned as of right now! but i'd love to make one if i get the chance... i have some ideas that i think would be fun <3 and momo gardner is her full name! i liked gardner because it made me think of flowers ☺️❤️ thank you so much!!

🌸 @upsidedown-shadow-dreamer asked:

Hello, long time fan here. If You'll Have Me was delivered an hour ago and I've already finished my first read. OMG it's AMAZING. I love the story, the beautiful art, the inner thoughts, the pacing, the page color changes for back story… Just major WOW. I hope you are so proud of this work. I'm already looking forward to reading it again. Thank you!!!

this is sooooo AHHHHH T_T i'm in tears. i can't tell you how happy and thrilled i am to hear this!!! it's so encouraging and uplifting and ahh!! i want to make more stories... and just knowing that this book will be read by the same person more than once, omg! it's truly the highest of praise. thank you from the bottom of my heart <333

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just remembered I could borrow graphic novels as e-books from my local library, found IYHM, devoured the entire thing in one sitting, then went through your tags so I could look at all your other IYHM art, and I was wondering if you'll make more stories about Momo and PG because I can't get enough of them! Absolutely obsessed with these two and I love seeing them so happy together 💖💖💖💖

hello!! oh i'm absolutely over the moon about this! i can definitely see myself making a follow-up book if i'm so lucky 🙏 but i'll keep on drawing more minicomics and illustrations no matter what!! thank you so much for this wonderful message 💕💕💕💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

hi!! love love love your art!!! do you think we can expect to see another graphic novel about momo and priscilla in the future?

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I’ve read IYHM so many times already and I absolutely loved it!!!! Are you planning on writing another book with Momo and PG? Is is there a way we can buy more of your stories?

thank you both so much!!!! <3 a sequel is actually one of the ideas i pitched for my second book! my editor cautioned against it in case IYHM didn't perform well, so i ended up going in a different direction - but my fingers are crossed for future opportunities 😤 realistically, it will probably depend on sales... but for the record, i'd want to do one regardless of the numbers...

i have one more book coming out, which i'm working on right now! the timeline is a bit up in the air atm but i'll try to keep everyone posted. making a book is so slow but i'm so grateful to you all for waiting 🥺💛

🌸 @randomqueernoun asked:

Do you make webcomics for other apps/websites? If yes where can I find them and what do I search in them to find your comics?

ahh not at the moment! but thank you SO much for the interest! one of my biggest goals right now is to set up a website where i have all my work in one place, and that would definitely be the place where i post future webcomics 👀

also, just as an aside... i want to make webcomics so bad. i think after my next book, i might take a break from traditional publishing to do that. sometimes i can't believe i'm drawing hundreds of pages i can't post... i'm like, how are people supposed to read this if i can't show them? how will they know?! ahh it kills me... but yes... someday!!!

part 3 to come~

[lovelettersforthedamned]

The Complexities of The Past

✰ husband!art x f!reader

✰ word count: 0.8k

✰ summary: tashi still affects art, and you're the only one who can pull him out of the pit she dug him in.

✰ warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, au where tashi and art were never married, sad sad art.

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main m.list ⋆ art donaldson m.list

⋆ gif by @supersoldierslover

Tensions were high as you stood with your husband, Art, in the tunnel leading to the court. You can hear the bass of the music along with the constant flow of chatter fill the stands. Looking over at Art, you can tell he’s laser focused. His past few matches weren’t the best, and there has been a lot of pressure on him with the U.S. Open coming up in a few months. 

Panning your gaze down, you can see he’s fiddling with the strap of his bag. His nerves were getting the best of him. You reach for his hand, “Hey,” his head whips towards you, “you’re going to kill it; like you always do.” 

He places his other hand over yours, keeping your calming touch with him. “I love you,” he leans down and gives you a kiss. 

A staff member approaches the two of you to let Art know that it’s time to make his entrance and all you can do is squeeze his hand and smile. “I love you too,” you touch lingering for as long as possible as he begins to walk off. 

As he begins to make his way to the court, he turns back a final time and takes another look at you. He smiles at the thought of you being at each of his matches, always giving him a kiss before he gives his all. He’s sure he wouldn’t have made it this far without you, and he thanks whoever is above for you. 

With the announcement of his name booming in the speakers, followed with the roaring cheer of the spectators, you begin to head to your seat. 

⋆⋆⋆⋆

With the last call, you immediately stand from your seat to meet with Art. He won the match, but you could tell something was plaguing his mind. He loves this sport, but today, his expression didn’t show that. His serves were aggressive, and every time he sat down during a changeover, his eyes desperately found yours. 

Checking back in with staff, you made your way back to the tunnel, anxiously awaiting your husband. You knew something was off, but you still greeted him with a big smile and a ‘congratulations’. It wasn’t until his hug gave him away. He buried his face in your neck, and held you there for a little longer than usual. With that, you take his hand and lead him to the car. Your hand never left his, even when fake smiles had to appear for fans and cameras. 

It felt like an eternity when you were on your way to the hotel. The short drive filled with a heavy silence that didn’t disappear until you were both inside your room. Art immediately dropped his bags and sat on the couch, a sigh escaping his lips as he brought a hand up to his eyes, wiping the day’s stress from them. You place your stuff down on the table before approaching him, “What happened out there, baby?”

He tilts his head back to rest on the cushion, “Tashi was there.” It was a short sentence, but the weight of it struck a chord in you. 

Tashi Duncan was always a tough subject for you. She hurt and manipulated Art in unfathomable ways, and you’ll never understand her mind. But you knew the toll she took on Art, and you’d be damned if she ever made him feel like that again. 

It hurts to see that she still affects him, “I’m sorry–.” 

“Why can’t I just forget about her? One glance at her and I’m that nineteen-year-old kid again,” his frustration is getting the best of him, his hands covering his face. 

“Honey, you cannot blame yourself,” you shift your body towards him, “what she did to you for years is an unforgettable and traumatizing experience. You were young, going through something you should’ve never encountered.” You hear him sniff under his hands, and your throat tightens. You place a hand on his thigh, “It was never your fault.”

He slowly lowers his hands, and you’re met with bloodshot eyes. Bringing your other hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes, he relishes your touch. 

“And if you need me to tell her off, I will,” you joke, pulling a breathy laugh from Art’s lips. You knew his relationship with Tashi was complicated in ways you may never understand, but being his biggest cheerleader through the good and the bad was enough for him. 

✰ author's note: art donaldson brain rot is a disease, and im sick. also i don't hate tashi. i just think she's...interesting and needs to be studied deeper. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!!! ok, byeeee.

[icancomet]

Sally Face HC’s (Valentine's Day Edition)

A/N: Back with more Sally Face HCs! I realized I never did anything for Valentine's Day, so I’m making content for everybody I write about for it! Sorry this is 2 months lateeee :D. JayVik coming soon ;)

C/W: None!

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Sal Fisher:  

So nervous about Valentine's Day. Even if you guys have been dating for a while, we all know that deep down he is always going to worry, just the slightest. 

He is not a man of words, but instead through actions. You may not get a card with words upon words on how he cherishes you, but you’ll know through how he gets you your favorite food, or as a gift that plush that you’ve secretly been eyeing for the past few times you’ve been at the mall when you thought Sal wasnt looking. 

Although he is always gentle, especially today he is your knight in shining armor. Making you breakfast, letting you take your time on getting ready, anything and everything that he can do to make your day 10x better he is more than willing to do. 

Doing the little gestures that may feel small to some people feel so big to him, so he makes sure to double up on those as well.

 Even though he’s not good at words, he can muster up a song. (The real truth though is that he has been working on it for months to surprise you, but he’ll keep that part a secret.) 

A lot of his gifts for this day are homemade, so things like a camera album, and Mason Jar bouquets are his specialty. (And you eat it up every time 😋). 

Definitely conspired with Larry to make sure he got the best gifts possible for you. Being worried that you wouldnt like them, Larry comforted him into confidence. Sal also would ask your friends if you were looking at anything special, so whenever you would come around they would all smirk and Sal would awkwardly change the subject, hoping you wouldn’t catch on.  

 He would take you out to Wendigo Lake, as you guys aren't fans of crazy places like a restaurant, especially on the night of love. Setting up a whole picnic for you, you’d sit beside the water as you chat the night away eating, joking about how you’ll push each other in. 

Larry Johnson:  

Although Larry can be seen as the laid-back one, he definitely has his worries too! Sal and Larry would bond over being nervous of you guys not liking your gifts, but they comfort each other into believing you will like them. (At least, he hopes.) 

Much more of a words of affirmation and quality time, so you will get a long sappy message about how much you mean to him. Whether that be a letter or message, I can personally see him doing both. 

He’d get gifts surrounded more by things you can do together, which would be arts and crafts! Such as making bracelets, rings, or a jar with love affirmations so you two never forget :). 

In secret, Larry made a painting just for you that he’s been hiding ever since you noticed the canvas in the corner of his room covered in a drape. He’s honestly surprised he was able to keep you away from it for so long. (Spoilers, it's of you, his muse.) 

Planned out a date for you two together, but not out at a restaurant. Instead, he’d be more interested in spending it out and about, wherever you want to go is a place he wants to be. Whether that be cuddling on the couch, or watching a movie, that is perfect paradise. 

Honestly, he won’t say this out loud, but he is such a romantic.  

Ashley Campbell:

You know our girl has had this planned for ages. Honestly probably started scheming even before it was in the realm to worry about.  

Is SUCH a big gift giver, so she will go all out for you. Card full of loving messages, your favorite candies, plushies, and everything for a perfect Valentine's basket! 

She won’t let it stop there however, she wants you to feel loved and special, so a reservation out somewhere is just the thing. Especially out of the city so you two can have a romantic “riding on her motorcycle” moment. 

You’d leave the restaurant early, however, since you have the whole night together, why not explore all around the city? You hit the landmarks; stores, shows, parks, anywhere your heart takes you.  

Once you both are all tuckered out for the night, you’d go for one last drive around. Not anywhere, in particular, just looking around the beautiful scenery before heading back to Nockfell.  

Take a pit spot at the Wendigo Lake to sit and rest. Cuddle up by the moonlight, looking into the water while holding hands and embracing each other before having to split for the night. You remember that night forever :).

[petrichorca]

Hello, I am slowly figuring out how to use tumblr effectively. I thought I'd give an update on fics I've written in 2024, but keep forgetting to talk about here in a meaningful way.

As We Go Hand in Hand (explicit, gentlebeard, 7100 words) follows Ed as he processes the past few months while living on the island with Stede, massively in love but struggling with himself. I wrote it while feeling a lot of delayed grief around the (confirmed) s2 cancellation, and while it's sad at points it's also quite romantic I think. I really love this story.

Behind Closed Eyes All I See is You (explicit, gentlebeard, 5300 words) is a smutty PWP my dear friend @chaoticturtleturtle invited me to write with her. Stede lets Ed take the lead in a scene with some sensory deprivation, pwp, and aftercare.

like sugar to my heart (mature, gentlebeard, 4200 words) is a silly fic I wrote for my Animorphs OFMD AU co-writer as a birthday gift. Our blue four-legged four-eyed mouthless alien Stedeth gets foiled by a vending machine (based on the tumblr art of the giraffe centaur), and Ed consoles him.

like a bird (teen, gentlebeard, 3700 words) with @ghostalservice gives some backstory about Stedeth's life prior to the events of our 177k fic and features some very cute art of Mary and Stede's children (as Andalites, of course) by @theogem

Stede’s Cursed Red Suit as a Metaphor for Grief and Moving On (teen, stede + izzy, 1717 words) explores the squishy time of season 2, episode 5, and the dynamic between Stede and Izzy in season 2 overall. I am also obsessed with how Stede acts in the cursed suit. I find their s2 relationship really interesting so this is me looking a bit at that via a missing scene starting with Stede yelling OH FUCK OFF.

Calypso’s Dawn (explicit, gentlebeard, 1800 words) centers around how Ed made his boyfriend blush the morning after Calypso's birthday and how Ed feels about it. I love this fic. I've been trying to challenge myself to write more self-contained, shorter stories and this one turned out really well imo.

Life as a Series of Forward Rolls (teen, gentlebeard, 9900 words) features Stede running into his teenhood crush, the gold medalist in men's gymnastics from the 1996 Olympics. This fic also centers around a Barbie doll in Ed Teach's likeness, which @swashbuckling-sweethearts made an INCREDIBLE art of (embedded at the end of the story), inspired by my own 1996 Olympics Barbie. Silly and light modern AU!

Did you mean to do that? (teen, gentlebeard, 700 words) explores Stede's grief around Ed dying, even when he knows Ed is alive. I had no idea I would be so interested in writing missing scenes, but long conversations with friends have really ignited me in exploring these. (The length - I was trying to channel @brigdh, whose ability to write devastatingly brilliant drabbles inspires me, and I'm pleased with this one!)

Perfectly Ordinary Tuesday (mature, gentlebeard, 4900 words) with @ferventrabbit follows Stede and Ed deciding to get married on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, and drag their inn guest Dave along for the ride. We split up writing the vows, and I balled my eyes out writing mine and then reading em's. This story is fluffy and fun, and it was a great way to start 2024. :)

What's next: I'm working on or noodling a lot of projects, solo and with different collaborators. Imminently, I've got a fic with @veeagainsttheday coming for AUpril on April 1st. Hoping to get something else out in April for @ofmdjanuaury's AUpril 2024 event, which I highly encourage folks to check out - it's for all sorts of creators!

@ghostalservice and I continue to think about our blue alien Stede and his human boyfriend Ed. Wanna Fly Away was such an important project to me while we were writing, and it's become even more special as folks find it. WFA now has art embedded in most of the 15 chapters, so if you haven't seen those check it out. More to come in that space.

Where was I going with this? Well, I suppose I want to say I'm still here. OFMD changed my life, and the OFMD fandom community is deeply important to me. I still hold out hope for a third season, or a follow-up that brings us more closure, but no matter what I'm still thinking about our pirates and will for a long time. If you read this far, thanks for being part of my community. <3

[mika-chaos-bean]

1NTR0 2 MY CR4ZY BL0G!

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Welcome, welcome! Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna hurt you, despite what you might have seen, heard, and/or been told. My name is Mika, your friendly not-so-local space beast. You may also call me Chaos or Kasumi if you like. You are also welcome to call me by any other nicknames, so long as they arent weird.

My name online is Mika, but my irl (chosen) name is Kasumi. Dead name? Haha, I won't tell.

I'm female-presenting non-binary, asexual, panromantic, and demiromantic (not fully s*x-repulsed, but I dont like it so no talking about it here). My pronouns are they/them (mainly) and she/her. I am still figuring out who I am, so these may change at any time!

Current main hyperfixation: Pressure (Roblox), Cookie Run Kingdom

Here's my YouTube, Artfight, and Strawpage!

Here's some stuff about me!

~ im part of the agere/petre community, always regressing to a young-teen, and sometimes I'll regress to a chao! Dni if you s*xuallize it, please, it makes me uncomfortable.

~ im a therian/fictionkin/copinglink, and my theriotypes are listed under the cut. For fictionkin, I'm Chaos (from Sonic Adventure) and I'm Dinraal (from BoTW) copinglink.

~ i experience rsd and paranoia often, so Im a bit sensitive, sorry about that. I also have bipolar, narcolepsy, and ADHD. I wont let them get in the way of having a good life though! I have sliiiiight abandoment issues? i'm... not exactly sure!

~ I'm a selective-sharing selfshipper! I'm a bit possessive over a few my F/Os, I might get a bit crabby about some ships. Sorry lol. A few of my F/Os are sharing, while others aren't. Just my preferences due to my past experiences. I'll make exceptions for close moots.

~ I'm part Japanese, part Italian, and possibly part of other things that I haven't been told by my parents yet. English is NOT my first language so I'm sorry if I mess anything up!

~ I love music! I make my own music sometimes, although its not the best, I'm gonna get better! I post some of my music (along with animations and other stuff) on my YouTube channel

~ As you can see, I am VERY chatty, and will probably ramble anytime i can unless I have nothing much to say

~ im respectfully asking for you to not be rude on my blog! As someone who's trying to cope with stress and trauma, I don't want any discourse on my blog.

A thing i would like to say, I have TERRIBLE internet issues. If I'm not online for a long time, its probably cuz of that...

Other members of the Dream Team: @/quinnwolfess and @/princessbunnyzelda

I'll try to keep my DNI as short as I can, but as someone who has been through a lot, I'm so sorry it's lengthy.

DNI if: NSFW or have "Minors DNI" on your account, proship (as in supporting adult x minor ships or inc3st ships or anything like that), pro-contact (or basically anyone who thinks abusing others, human and non-human, is okay), anti-lgbt, anti-trans, anti-alterhuman/furry, anti-agere/petre, anti-selfship, anti-christian, vivsiepop/jkr supporters, anti-gaza, politicial blogs, if you support the use of artificial intelligence, or an adult who ships with a minor character

I hate discourse! I do not harass anybody for any reason. If I don't like you, I will just block you. Simple as that. This blog is a safe space to vent, so I'll be doing that here and there. I will not be getting into anything too deep, unless its needed. If you need to vent to me, my asks are always open unless I need to turn them off.

All dividers, userboxes, and stamps are not mine (you can find who they're by in my reblogs)!

Tag list, Theriotype list, and F/O lists under the cut!

Tag List! (WIP) #mika yaps - one of my posts or reblogs with me talking in it #mika howls - a therian post or therian reblog #artsy mika - art i make (sometimes i forget to tag!) #mika vents - any venting posts i make #mika.lol - me being dumb or a meme, or just something silly. although its used in many of my posts, venting or not... #mika the chao - posting as a lil chao! #important yapping - important posts #mika core - stuff that is me fr any of my selfship names in tags - my selfships #mika plays - video gaming :3 #ch40s m1k4! - posts about being chaos-kin (fictionkin)

Romantic F/O list! (WIP) (not in order by when I got them) Sonic the Hedgehog - Sonic the Hedgehog (ShootingStar shipping) (non-sharing) Shadow the Hedgehog - Sonic the Hedgehog (Chaos&Order shipping) (non-sharing) Daruk - LoZ: BoTW (FireSword shipping) Yunobo - LoZ: BoTW (GravelComet shipping) Issun - Okami HD (BrushLeaf shipping) (My first f/o!) (non-sharing) Whisper - Yo-Kai Watch (MarshmallowFluff shipping) Venoct - Yo-Kai Watch (WaterSnake shipping) (non-sharing) Hotto Doggo, or just Hotto - Cat Quest 2 (HotDog Shipping) Kyubi - Yo-Kai Watch (StellarHeart Shipping) Reala - NiGHTS Into Dreams / NiGHTS Journey Of Dreams (non-sharing) Sebastian Solace - Roblox Pressure (if you don't like me for this, go pound sand! You have bigger things to worry about than who I'm selfshipping with!) (non-sharing, sorry) Pure Vanilla Cookie - Cookie Run Kingdom (VanillaBoba shipping) (non-sharing) P.AI.nter - Roblox Pressure (I love my computer boi!) (KittyPuter shipping) (non-sharing) Whitty - Friday Night Funkin' (non-sharing)

Familial F/O list! (WIP) (ALL SHARING) Asgore Dreemurr - Undertale Edd - Ed Edd n Eddy (my son <3) Sticks - Sonic Boom (I can relate to her a lot!) The Heir - TUNIC Squiddilious McKraken - Yo-Kai Watch (BETCHA DIDNT EXPECT THAT, DID'JA? >:3) Fecto Elfilis - Kirby and The Forgotten Land (doesnt make any sense, ik. but i like them. lol. theyre my caregiver now.)

Platonic F/O list! (WIP) (ALL SHARING) Calyrex - Pokemon Sword/Sheild DLC Knuckles - Sonic the Hedgehog (mainly the movie version, but also Adventure and X. but basically all of them) Petey - Dogman Dib Membrane - Invader Zim Farosh and Naydra - LoZ: BoTW NiGHTS - NiGHTS: Into Dreams / NiGHTS Journey of Dreams Kieran - Pokemon SV Arven - Pokemon SV Snufkin - Moomin Angel Gabby and Angel Zaggy - Angel Hare Nathaniel Adams - Yo-Kai Watch Haku - Spirited Away Silver the Hedgehog - Sonic the Hedgehog Rob - TAWoG

Theriotype list! Grey Wolf Celestial Dragon Red Fox Lionhead Rabbit Snow Leopard Stellar's Jay Black Bear

I also have a roleplay account for my ocs! Its @/mika-with-da-ocs! I have another roleplay account for Fecto Elfilis, and its called @/number1lifeformchinchilla

Oh yeah, and please dont send hate. I AM CRINGE, BUT I AM ALL OF ME! And I'm moving on from being upset about my ex-friends. They chose to leave, so be it.

And ofc, please enjoy my blog! Thanks for reading, I know this is incredibly long LOLZ

[snoozykazoo]

happy springtime allergies! 🌸

The flowers at this time of year are so lovely! sniff sniff sniff… They’re pretty enough that I’m THIS close to forgetting the pollen up my nose. So it goes. Regardless of springtime allergies or not, it’s Snoozy Devpost time!

If this is your first time seeing us, hey! We’re Snoozy Kazoo, a game dev studio of six guys who make dumb, silly, and fun games. We made the Turnip Boy games, and we’re currently in the midst of working on our latest game, Hobnobbers!

This month, we're getting into our task management workflow to help all you fellow indie devs out there!

What's Snoozy been up to?

Ah…! We’re so, so close to being able to announce something really exciting…! But you have to forgive me. I can’t say anything yet. Keep your eyes peeled — there’s going to be a LOT of exciting Snoozy News™️ come May. Even if I can’t say the big deets yet, I can at least drop this link right overrr here for you merch heads out there…

Cool Makeship Link 👀

Buuuut since we can’t talk about our projects, let’s talk about the next best thing: Project Management! This past month, Snoozy switched from our old task-tracking system to a new system called Codecks. Imagine if you could track your project progress with a deck-building roguelike, and that’s what Codecks is! It’s a nifty little tool specifically made for Indie Game Developers, which we just happen to be.

And to clear the air: no, we are not sponsored in any way by Codecks. Though if Codecks is reading this — we’d totally love to be!

We wanted to share how this system has been working for us, so any aspiring indie devs out there can see if this system is appealing to them and potentially benefit from it!

How it works

What’s made Codecks click for us is how it blends structure with playfulness. It doesn’t just let you organize your work — it encourages you to think about it in terms of clear progress paths, visual layouts, and deck-building metaphors.

We kept falling off of our past task systems because jugging a game’s worth of art, code, design, writing, marketing, and bug-fixing while ALSO needing to come up with constantly updating organization methods is. Hard. Codecks simplifies that process!

Codecks organizes itself into Cards, Decks, and Projects. Cards are tasks (like “Animate a Hob’s death!”), Decks are chunks (animating a Hob would go in our ‘Art’ Deck, but you could split it up further into a ‘3D Animation’ deck while also having a ‘3D Modeling’ Deck), and Projects are, well, projects! (‘Hobnobbers’ is, well, our project!)

What we like

Myyy personal favorite bit of Codecks is how it handles Conversations. Conversations can be had on any card, which makes it really easy to find discussions and notes on particular topics. In the past, we’ve used Discord to talk about ideas, critiques, and problems as they’ve come up. When notes are discussed quickly, they don’t necessarily quality for opening up the whole task itself, which has made remembering clarifications like “Wait, what resolution did this sprite need to be, again?” as simple as pulling up its relevant card.

Other people on the team love the ‘Required Effort’ settings, which allow you to set an amount of effort for each card and then see how much total effort a single person has. Basically, all of us adore the fact that you can use Markdown (which I, Yukon, am currently converting this post into for the Snoozy website haha). There are just a ton of little quality of life features that really feel like this tool was made by indie devs, for indie devs, and it’s really smooth to use!

But I’m just a little guy. Just a Small Man. With Few Dollars?

Codecks is free for up to 5 users on a team! If you’re a solo developer working on a project in your spare time, it’s probably more than suitable for you.

Aaaand that was our non-sponsored shilling of this tool we really like! There’s only so much we can say without going too into the weeds of it, but we hope that giving you a peep into our processes helped you out!

Team Corner!

It’s back a second time! Almost like it’s always going to be here!

This week we’ve got… badadadum, Jake! Our musician and developer!

What are you most excited for in Hobnobbers?

I’m most excited for the physics. Some of my favorite games have really robust physics simulations like Gang Beasts, Motor Town, and BeamNG.drive. I love sandbox games that have fun and unexpected environments to explore in a tactile way.

What’s something you’ve worked on in Hobnobbers recently that you’ve found particularly frustrating?

Audio Volumes and spatialization. In a 3D game, each space needs to sound different, and sometimes dialing that in just right can be a pain. Large open rooms and tiny little tunnels sound different in real life, and they will do the same in Hobnobbers, after lots of tweaking and iteration. Coming from 2D development, this literally opens up a whole new dimension of sound design.

What kinds of feelings do you hope for the Hobnobbers’ music to bring about?

I really want to mix dreamlike folktale and plastic consumerism. I am super inspired by I spy books, grimms fairytales, folk/americana music, and toy instruments for the Hobnobbers musical palette, and the music comes very naturally when the inspirations are so vivid. A lot of Hobnobbers is about simulating something tactile and physical in a digital space, and I hope to channel that into the music.

Yay! Thank you for your time!

Andddd we’re all wrapped up!

As a reminder, feel free to send in questions for us to answer right here on our Tumblr, or join our Discord and ask questions in the “ask-the-devs-❓” channel!

Keep your eyes peeled for this upcoming month in particular — we’ve got a lot of cool announcements coming up!

As per Devposts, see you next month!!

[another-lost-mc]

OH MY GOD JES YOURE BACK 😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

⤷ me crawling out of an unofficial hiatus because OM's twitter posted that damn teaser pic of Karasu holding a ring

I do feel bad for not being online much lately. To the anons that have left messages like these for me, I appreciate you and I'm sorry I wasn't in the headspace to reply as quickly as I would've liked. 😭

Nightbringer's story ending felt like a good time to take a break from things for a while. I haven't been consistently active on Tumblr lately for a lot of reasons, but the OM franchise shifting into neutral was part of it. I've been keeping busy with other things:

Work. Work is good but it is also evil. Last year I accepted a promotion so I went from working less and having lots of spare time to working too much and having no spare time. It's only in the past month that I've managed to correct my work/life balance to something more sustainable. (Related to this, I've been dealing with long-term flare-ups of my chronic illness and lacking spoons for socializing which meant I wasn't spending much time on my computer even if I had free time. Thankfully, this is also improving now which is great 'cause it sounds like Solmare is up to nonsense again.)

Playing other games. I'll admit that I haven't logged onto either OM app in ages. I've mostly been playing Twisted Wonderland and HSR these days. I'm so thrilled that I got Crowley's SSR and I'm excited for Crewel's upcoming release. I tried to get into LADS but it just wasn't for me, although I still play it very casually sometimes. I still play WHB casually too, because the characters are so so so hot even if the EN translation is a bit wonky.

Catching up on other hobbies. So much anime and manga lol. I rewatched Demon Slayer and I've been watching Haikyuu!! and Delicious in Dungeon. New selfships and otp ships galore. I've been deep-diving into my ao3 bookmarks and re-reading some of my favourite ship fics too. Oh, and I've been reading a lot of BL manga/manhwa and buying copies for my home library.

R&R: So many naps! So much relaxing on the couch with the kitties and a book and cup of tea. I don't normally like going on trips so staycations are my go-to. The last one was a few months ago when we went to Toronto for a concert and stayed overnight to make the most of it. We didn't go away for Victoria Day, but we're going to the cottage next weekend instead. It should be fun.

Even with all that going on, things keep circling back to Obey Me when I get the urge to write something. I've been revisiting old drafts of things I was working on before. A while ago I bought the Barbatos Makeship plushie and the Karasu/RAD pin set, a rare splurge since buying physical merch is a pain. I haven't been buying as much online these days with all the trade nonsense going on.

Oh, and let's not forget the OCs. I have some new OC art commissions to add to their official galleries too. I swear, if you ever worry about losing your love for OM, just make an OC. Come up with a design and interesting backstory and headcanons for them, and you'll be set. Mine have been rotating in my brain like rotisserie chickens this entire time so even when I'm not writing or talking about them online, part of me is still thinking about the OM world and the OCs and how they fit into it. I also have a backlog of OC-related asks I'd like to catch up on at some point; it's time to make the OC brain rot everyone's problem and not just mine. lol

Anyway, that's what I've been up to these days. 🥹

[tomato-bird-art]

SF ZINEFEST 2024! Some pictures from the San Francisco Zinefest last week! I had a wonderful time, and it was SUPER busy! thanks everyone who swung by to pick up prints and zines from me, I really appreciate it. It was really heartening to see people enjoy my art and remember me from over the years—I’ve had a very busy year and not as much time to “be an artist” as I’d like, so it was very invigorating to be around other queer artists again in a dedicated and enthusiastic space. When online a lot, you tend to forget how it is to be around art in person, and this was a great reminder of it—also every year, I’m always excited to see the beautiful outfits and fashion of the attendees! Someday I’ll dress up more special, but alas it’s just work and apron for me XD

I also finally got to meet longtime mutual and incredible artist @megamoth in person, and got a copy of their Devilman zine series here I contributed to some years ago! Here’s a pic with a cool itabag as well.

This year, I debuted a few new works:

“Fujo X-Ray Visions”

is a collection of personal comics from the past year I’ve been posting here and on Patreon, mostly about trying to balance life as a cartoonist and as someone pursuing some new career experiences in the healthcare field. Like “Voids and Visions” before it, there’s a bunch of personal stuff and angsting along with regular goofiness.

It’s available now both as a physical zine, as well as a digital download!

“If All The World Were Mine!”

My collection of artwork and comics I’ve done for my medieval rpf side account, @angevinyaoiz over the past couple years. It’s a mix of some serious historical illustrations, goofy cartoons, and nsfw works. It’s probably one of the most “niche” things I’ve ever made or gotten into as of late, but I’m happy for the audience who has appreciated my work over the past several months. It’s available currently as a physical zine purchase on storenvy, and I’m planning on making an expanded digital zine version available later—fill out this form to be notified!

“Best Yaoi Movies of 20th Century Hollywood”

In this collaborative project I did with my friend @titilvating, in the style of classic cut and paste, copied zines, we offer our takes on 19 movies made before the year 2000. Many are acclaimed classics; some are underrated gems.  We made this zine to both introduce folks to the richness possibilities of classic movies; whether longtime cinephiles familiar with queer subtexts,  or young fujos looking for more material to sink their yaoifangs into.  Our sample size caters to our personal tastes rather than “good representation” and reflects a fraction what’s out there, with a focus on western US/European media, but hopefully can serve as a fun introduction and celebration. Old movies are a lotta fun, who would’ve thought?

It’s available now as a free digital download, but contact me if you’re interested in a physical edition as well!”

Other Works:

My print version of “The Sons of God” was very well received! I realized sometimes giving little titles to print pieces make for great conversation starters, and I got to chat a lot about my inspirations for the respective pieces. Grab a physical print here!

Ending Thoughts

Overall, I’m glad I got to meet lots of people this year and also pick up lots of zines! I didn’t have a chance to really browse this time around since it was so busy, but I got to trade a lot with folks and also pick up some cool zines and stickers myself.

For those who’d like to keep up with what I’m doing, follow me here, on Patreon, either as a member or free-follower, since I tend to post my sketches/WIPs there first. For me now, it’s back to the grind of school and also continuing creative projects. I have a lot of stuff I dream of doing, and it’s always a challenge to balance that with what needs to get done. If I learned anything from this event, it’s how valuable it is to connect with people in the real world art space (Something I always learn and forget like every few months.)…also, always bring water and snacks—can never be TOO prepared!

Wishing you all a good autumn,

-Allie

[calciumdeficientt]

Cal !! Saw the previous ask about Bryce and I absolutely loved your ideas- do you have anything in mind for Gord dearest?

Please, call me milky!

Anyway …Gorrrrrrrd! Gord was my first love, he was the first NPC i heard speak when i played the game (past this is your school,obvs) and he’s the one that hit me over the head with the autism sledgehammer. i want to scrunch him up and throw him in a wood chipper

GORD VENDOME HCS

He’s the cuntiest bitch on the bullworth academy campus and I’m literally not going to accept any form of argument, he came out of the womb wearing aquaberry. He lives and breathes it, its his lifeblood. He plans his walk around school to and from each class, checking the weather to make sure he if needs to tweak any parts of the route so that’s he has the best chance of getting every student to see how effortless, demure and graceful he is in his choice of fine clothes, jewellery and hair care. No one is fooled by him, they know it takes a hell of a lot of effort.

Gord does a closet reshuffle every 6 months or so, just to make sure all his clothes are on trend and in season. This is standard prep procedure, but what makes Gord’s rearranging so special is that he literally cannot bear to throw anything away. He attaches memories to every stitch of fabric he’s ever put on his body, he’s a work of art and therefore every single outfit he’s ever worn simply has to be memorialised, he can’t throw it all away. His father has dedicated several houses just to the backlog of Gord’s discarded clothing. There’s more than enough in there to fully stock several Aquaberry locations for literal decades.

He gets dreadful hay fever, its actually kind of disgusting to look at him if he hasn’t taken an antihistamine. Luckily very few people have ever seen him like that, he has several boxes on his person at all times during the spring and summer. He just doesnt have the heart to tell Jimmy about his pollen allergy, so when he’s given flowers he has to hold all of his sneezes in. This then makes his eyes water, and therefore makes Jimmy think he’s so overjoyed with the gift that he’s moved to tears. Luckily for gord he keeps several hand stitched silk handkerchiefs on his person at all times, initialled with thread made of spun gold, he’s not some kind of common mutt that uses disposable tissues.

Gord is a rather talented pianist, he was given the choice as a child to either play polo with his father, or take piano lessons. The thought of the latter made him so lightheaded he thought that he was having a heart attack so he chose to play piano instead. His family have a very nice grand piano in their house’s foyer, but a separate, dedicated room for music practice with an equally expensive, but less aesthetically pleasing piano. On special occasions when the Vendomes wanted to show off, they’d plonk Gord in front of the piano and set him loose. It was usually Schubert or Bach to show how deeply cultured their young son was; but in his personal time, Gord found he much preferred to play the works of more modern classical composers, Leonard Cohen was a particular favourite in his early teens. He doesn’t play all that often nowadays, he’s much too busy, but every time he thinks he might be forgetting he’ll spend an hour or so playing through the giant stack of sheet music he’s accumulated over the years.

His cologne is one of a kind, hand mixed by a company in Milan, its tailored to him and only him and was originally a gift for his 10th birthday. It’s more feminine smelling than most colognes but he thinks it makes him stand out more, he’s not a traditionally masculine guy, so he likes that his cologne reflects that. He’s been gifted many other scents, usually from distant relatives or prospective marriage candidates that dont really know him but they’re just not the same.

Actually got bullied so insanely hard for his ears when he was a kid that he refused to leave the house without a hat on. Even when he first came to bullworth kids weren’t the nicest to him. His ears are a big source of insecurity for him and he is in the process of convincing his father to let him get surgery to tuck them in. His satellite dishes are so cute and he should never get rid of them but its not really up to me.

Comforts Pinky when Derby forgets about every single one of their dates, he takes her shopping for whatever she wants, to dinner someplace exclusive (he always makes reservations on days when those two have dates, he just knows Derby will bail), and then back to Harrington house to watch movies. He openly cries at the sad parts of the romcoms they inevitably end up watching, often more so than Pinky.

Holds a fondness for poor people that not even he himself can fully explain. If he had to pinpoint it, its their freedoms. They’re free to be content with nothing, or to work to fix it, they dont start at an advantage in life and therefore get to enjoy the ride a little bit more. Thats his rose tinted view of it anyway, obviously he hasn’t the time to spend creating a nuanced understanding of his infatuation, he just accepts it as part of his psyche and moves on with his own, utterly fabulous life.

[thefandomsfervent]

Herbs to Hold Tanjiro x Reader Part 2

This is set after the entertainment district arc, adult Tanjiro, will be an 18+ series

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Tanjiro wanted to begin his search immediately after eating, and in a way he was able to do so. He just did not expect to see you there. All those months ago, when there was bloodshed and fire, he had only seen you in passing. He thought of you more than he’d like to admit. 

The way that you held your focus tending to the wounded, offering small comforts with blankets and rags made cold by water. Most of what he knew of you, he had heard from others. Even before the battle he had only caught glimpses of you at Tokito house during his stay. In a district full of beautiful women one would think that you were plain. You lacked the same fine clothes, and crafted appearance that was used to sell time. But that is not what you were there for. He saw as you darted from room to room, he smelled medicine on you. While many of the women there didn’t look at him due to his crude disguise, you still smiled at him every time you caught each other’s eyes. 

He was sent back to recover with Inosuke and Zenitsu while Tengen stayed to heal with his wives. In Tanjiro’s visits to Tengen’s household he had managed to hear much about you. Makio had been at Ogimoto house, Hinatsuru at Kyogoku, and Suma at Tokito. You had been a healer at all three houses, making the rounds at many of the brothels classed high and low to tend to whoever may need it. 

The entertainment district couldn’t make money if the women were sick, but no one ever doubted that your resolve was to hea. Not to earn coin. Hinatsuru has mentioned once that you had even known she had taken poison to leave. 

“She offered me an antidote then and there, to take once I had left. Said that she had seen many women try their best to leave the district that way whether it was to escape a wicked house mother or to run away with a lover.” Hinatsuru smiled at the memory when telling him the story. “You’ve asked about her a lot these past few visits.” She laughed at his stammered explanations, waving a comforting hand his way. “I couldn’t take her antidote, I was worried that everyone there was somehow under Daki’s influence. Luckily Tengen found me later as you know, but I will not forget her kindness. None of us have.” 

He smiled to himself at the memory. He had been walking through the crowds of people for almost an hour now, feet quick and light on the newly made paths. The lights were shining brighter now that the sun was fully set. There were people laughing, the smells of food stalls and spilled alcohol lingering in the air. He sifted through the scents. 

“ The air became sweet and thick,” you said. Would it be a lingering smell? Does it only happen when the demon uses its blood demon art? He wasn’t sure what to look for. There were no visual reports to go off of, only stories of those afflicted that survived. It seemed like the demon was targeting only one person in each of the groups, never as a whole. Why not? That would be more food. Does it have to do with how the art works? 

He found himself wandering around familiar scenery. The Ogimoto house was nearby. It seemed almost as lively as it was the last time he was here, beautiful women filtering in and out with their clients. He kept walking towards the less developed areas as you had mentioned.  Would it be better to come here with a group and try to lure it out? But that would just put people in danger. 

There isn’t enough time to waste trying to form a plan with such limited information. He’ll have to just stake out tonight and keep his senses open. The night wasn’t cold, but it was dark. What should he be looking for? Caught in his thoughts, he has wandered further into the construction. Wooden planks, loose shingles, piles of rope, and weights. There wouldn’t be much to pick from out here if there was a demon. 

Tanjiro starts to head back towards the more defined paths when something catches his eye. A shimmering light down an underdeveloped alleyway, he pushed his hearing farther out, straining his ears.  A woman’s voice and several men’s. 

“You’ll join me won’t you?” A soft voice.

“We’d go anywheres with ya, a real beaut.” The words were laced with drunken haze, heavy with lust. 

Tanjiro gets closer, careful to keep his steps quiet. 

“Please, gentlemen, I can only take one at a time. Surely you don’t want to share.” Confident, sly. But something was off. A demon. He could smell it. He inched closer, almost to the edge of the alleyway opening. 

“I want ‘er first, I found ‘er first, she’s mine!”  One man is already yelling. The woman’s, no, the demon's laughter echoing off the walls. 

“You couldn’t handle her, she needs a real man!” A second man, less drunk it seems, is leaning on one arm. 

He peers closer, and he sees the demon. She looks human, almost, too beautiful to be human, like an exaggeration on the features of a popular courtesan he saw on his way here. But not the same. Her face is smiling, but he can smell it. The blood on her hands, the pure malice radiating off her, even as far back as she is. 

“How many have you eaten, demon?” It comes out before he can stop it, the bite in those words making the men turn around. 

“Ay, she’s ours. Get your own kid.” One of them is already coming up to him, alcohol tinged drool coming out of his mouth as he slurs. 

“Tch, you demon slayers always ruin my fun. Come on, can’t I have just one of them.” She stands straighter, hair falling in her face. “Truly, I was going to feast tonight.” With that inhuman speed she snatches the man closest to her and pulls him in. 

“Don’t struggle dear, it’s rude”, is the only warning Tanjiro gets before she tears into his arm. This part never changes, the immediate fear that courses through him. That moment where the coppery tang of blood hits the air and he has to steady himself. 

The other men start clamoring to get out at their friend’s scream, they knock into the demon slayer as they run past. 

“They’re so quick to leave you, but you’ll stay dear.” It fills the air, the smell of flowers, the smell of sugar. It is too strong, an orange hue weaving itself around the alleyway. Her face changes into an older woman, seamlessly as if just melding into another face was as simple as blinking. “You’ve missed me haven’t you?” Her voice has changed too. It’s deeper, motherly almost.

Despite the blood dripping down his arm, the man’s pupils are blown wide. His mouth starts to open and close, like a fish out of water. “Asuka?” His voice is trembling, like he can’t believe what he is seeing. 

Tanjiro jumps back, trying to not breathe in the air. “This is how she does it?” He has a million thoughts at this moment. He needs to pull that man away before things get worse. 

“Haruto my beloved, I’m back. For you. All for you.” Her voice is tender, almost sincere. Almost. The hand holding Haruto’s arm is soaked in blood pouring out of the wound she inflicted on the now limp arm. Her other hand cups his face, and when he leans into the touch it leaves his neck exposed. 

“Asuka, it’s been so long.” He sounds close to tears. 

“I know, I know. It’ll be over soon.” She moves in as if to kiss him, but Tanjiro knows better. He snaps back into action, he runs up, blade drawn. He forces himself between the pair, her mouth biting down on the steel. It cuts into her mouth and she yanks herself back. 

“Stupid stupid boy!” A malformed hand comes up to wipe at the cut. As if a mask were cracking off, the slender bottom half of her face falls off at the cut. “Do you know how rare it is to find such sweet meat? Yearning makes the flesh soft, the blood rich. A man who truly loves his wife is almost as good a meal as any young girl.” 

“Asuka!” Haruto is pushing himself against Tanjiro, frantically reaching for the demon in front of them. 

“That is not your wife, don’t you see? She’s just pretending to be her, it’s a trick.” The demon slayer struggles to keep the man at bay.  He is practically trying to climb over him to get to her. “I can’t fight her if he’s here the whole time.” He grits his teeth and turns to face the frantic man. 

“I’m sorry” is all he says before he strikes the back of his neck to knock the man out. He falls down with a choke in his throat and Tanjiro props him up against a wall before facing the demon. 

She wasn’t a she any longer, the last of the facade fading away into the night breeze in the form of petal like pieces. What was left behind was a frail body, withered and defying gravity. It was almost like twigs were pieced together by weak sinew and dark black veins were pulsing all around the exposed skin. 

“You don’t want me to eat him, that's fine. But I will feed tonight slayer.” The words spat out with a wheeze. Genderless, sickly. The slayer holds his sword out, bracing himself for the fight to come. 

“Blood Demon Art: Echoed Memories, Orange Orchid in full bloom.” It tears a clawed finger across its abdomen, the blood trickles for a moment before vaporizing. The diffused particles spread across the alleyway, glowing dully. Tanjiro holds his breath, and charges.

The demon jumps out of the way, it’s slow, he realizes. For its special attack to be this strong in illusion it must be weak physically. Maybe he could defeat it easily if he could just be fast enough. 

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to learn about a community? I spent so much time here collecting memories and faces. I will not let some foolhardy human man take that from me!” It lands at the edge of the alleyway, its lithe form staggering for even footing. “Who is it? Who is it? Who do you desire?”

He has to take a breath and he knows it. As long as he can avoid the particles he should be fine, right? He pushes off the ground, trying to go high into the air to pull something into his aching lungs. Just as he opens his mouth, he hears it. “Do you think you’re the first demon slayer I’ve fought?” The voice just behind him as it kicks his back. The force knocks him several feet over, into a wall. The impact forces any air he had left out. 

He doesn’t breathe, but it’s getting hard. Black spots dance at the edge of his vision. Tanjiro whorls around and tries to jump up again, this time successful as he lands on a tall wall. The air fills his lungs, it is cold. He chances at a second breath before realizing the demon is quickly approaching. “Think, Tanjiro, think! You can hold your breath longer than this, get as much air in as possible and strike!”  He collects himself and gets a few more solid breaths of clean air in before rushing at the demon. His sword makes contact with the spindly arms. Weak appearance aside, it holds firm against the steel. He pushes as hard as he can, forcing the demon back. 

“Fool. You’re a FOOL!” It hisses giddily. “You think that you haven’t had any yet?” His hands grip the hilt of his sword tighter at the words, but his pressure doesn’t falter. He shoves the demon back with an extra step. 

“What?” The word leaves his mouth but he doesn’t dare breathe in. 

“You've already breathed in the mist from my blood demon art, you won't be able to resist your urges for long.” It laughs at him as it stalks towards him. “I much prefer a woman to eat tonight,  but the fight you'll put up will be more than worth it.  Determined men like you can taste just as good if pushed far enough. “ 

He searches through the past several minutes. Sweat has started to bead on the back of his neck. “When? When?“ 

“Think boy, use that thick head of yours!” It strikes during the shock. Pushing him into a wall, thin arms caging beside his head. At the angle, he can’t push the blade into its neck. He does the next best thing, forcing the blade into its chest. “You’re awfully forgetful. I got a few mouthfuls of that human’s blood back there. This is nothing.” He realizes that it’s right, the blade cuts only the surface of its skin. “And you forget something else slayer. That my blood is an aphrodisiac.” 

Blood is dripping down the blade, onto the ground. As it splashes, it starts to dissipate, thinning into the air in a dampened light. Light. His eyes widened.

“Get it now? You were doomed the moment you came to save those drunken men.” It laughs in his face. Tanjiro uses the distraction to push it back again, jumping away. Distance, he needed distance. The blood was on his blade, his clothes, his shoes. He could hold his breath for another minute, but what then? He needed to end this soon. 

“Found it.” That voice, his head snaps back up just in time to see the demon start shifting again. Its limbs widening, gaining weight. Contorting its face, becoming fuller and the skin changing. Hair growing. Y/N standing before him. 

"The mediocre medicine woman? How sweet, she has worked really hard, the determination must make her flesh taste rich. I wonder who she thinks of in the night when she touches herself. You, demon slayer, are not the first man who has pulled her face from me. Many people here respect that plain woman,” it flexes its hands. Her hands. “But many more men lust after someone who they cannot pay to reveal herself to them.  I wonder how long you can fight me while I wear this face.  Surely you wouldn't hurt a lady.” It smiles with her lips. 

Rage. Pure white hot rage. How dare it wear her face. Talk in her voice. Then he feels it. The arousal building in his stomach. 

“Why do you do this?” He spits out at the demon, trying to come up with a plan, with anything. It was one thing on the train, killing himself over and over to get out of those dreams. But here, a dream come to life in front of him. Could he kill her? No. It. Could he kill it when it was wearing a friend’s face?  

“Demon’s don’t need sex, we get plenty of pleasure just from feeding. But what most demon’s don’t do is season their meal. I haven’t forgotten the way good food tastes, I don’t intend to miss out.” It makes him sick, to hear such vile things spill from her tender face. “Flesh is soft, but softened by exhaustion? By love? The taste is rich. It is delicious. Lust is spicy, love is sweet, they mix together for the perfect flavor.” 

“And determination is savory, the umami, the salt of sweat on skin! Divine, it’s divine.” It grins wickedly with her mouth. “Her mouth-” he catches himself. No, this is wrong. All of this is wrong. He wastes no more time. 

“Stop talking!” He yells, sword forward. He needs to focus, he can feel his mind get cloudier. If this continues he won’t stand a chance. 

“Ah, ah, ah. We can’t end the fun so soon.” That same playful lilt he heard this evening, teasing him. It echoes back at him. “There’s so much for you to see. To experience.” 

It slowly brings its hands, her hands, to the opening of its kimono. The cloth was already dangerously low when the demon was wearing the courtesan’s face. Now? It draws the belt looser, allowing it to pool around its feet. A lump forms in his throat. He looks down, he can’t, he can’t do this. 

“Won’t you look?” Her voice wavering, sad, offended. He wants to. He wants to look, to see her. “Please?” He can hear your footsteps approaching. He sees your feet enter the top half of his vision, he grips his sword tighter, trying to back up a step. Warm hands caress his face. He hates how leans into your touch. “Please, look at me. It’s all for you. I’ve missed you.” 

All for you, the same words it told that man bleeding in the alley. He snaps back into himself “Get away from me!” he yells. Sword slashing in front of him, he feels it make contact. This was not you. He needed to focus. He needed to get back to the real you. But he hears something that makes his resolve falter. A cry, your cry. 

“It hurts Tanjiro.” Hearing you say his name, so informally, with so much pain. He looks up and sees you, kneeling. Blood spilling from a cut that is so deep it would have killed the real you. He gasps before he realizes what he’s done. He can taste it on his tongue, the sweetness of that floral air. And he feels it too. Fire, burning heat, desire, need, lust. All of it fills his senses. Suffocating. His eyes screw shut and he tries to breathe in cool air but all he’s getting is that citrus tang. 

“Got you.” Right in his ear. He’s being pushed on to the ground, knees giving out. “It's honestly pathetic watching you try to fight this.  Am I supposed to take you seriously with that raging scent?” He feels the weight of a body pressed against his, hands taking hold of his head. He feels like he is sinking and floating at the same time. The sword he’s been holding so tightly clattering out of his grip.

“You’re a pretty man, I wish I could have taken my time with you.” He knows it’s not you, he knows that, but hearing your voice say that? It embarrasses him, the whine that slips out. The way he has to lean into the contact. “What do you say, I’ll let you have one kiss slayer. Since you’re so graciously going to offer me such a fine meal.” He feels your hands tilt his head up, and he looks. Everything is hazy and warm. Your head is blocking the moon, the silver light spilling from behind you in a halo. A sinfully holy sight. 

“I’m going to kiss you, be thankful.” He doesn’t move. Your lips touch his and it feels like sparks on his face, his whole body going rigid at the contact. A tongue pushes at his mouth and he lets it in, opening for you. When you pull back he chases you. Desperate, a man starved. “It’s a shame, truly,” your hands brushing the sweat plastered hair from his forehead as it speaks. 

“Something tells me you would have been fun to play with.” A wicked shimmer in your eyes. Its eyes. Those were not yours. You would never make that face. He tries to pull himself together. He has to do something here, he can’t give up now. 

“Please,” he whispers “please, just one more.” A sly grin spreads across its features, your face it’s wearing. 

“Who am I to deny a last request?” and as it leans in to kiss him again, he uses one hand to ground himself to your form, and his other? It grabs his fallen sword and sweeps across its neck. Your mouth peels from his as the demon’s head falls to the ground. It’s body falling backwards. 

“YOU. TRICKSTER.” It seethes on the ground, your face peeling away to reveal that horrible creature. “DAMN YOU! Damn it all to hell.” The head twists and turns on the ground, the body’s fists banging the ground. Tanjiro tries to pull himself away but the demon grabs his haori with its dying strength. “You'll suffer for this,  lose your disgusting composure and burn.”

It holds him to the wounds across its decapitated neck, forcing him to breathe in whatever is left. “How much will the people love you if you can't even make it home. Burn with need, ache with desire. See if anyone respects you while you're craving something to pump into.” He can’t pull away, the scent is overwhelming, pushing into his nose. His nerves. As the demon finally crumbles to ash and wind he falls against the ground. 

It’s cold on his flesh, and refreshing. To breathe in the scent of the earth. But it does nothing to calm him. He staggers to his feet, he has to get out of here. He can’t let anyone see him like this, see a member of the demon slayer corps in a state of such depravity.  He needs to lay down. 

“If you need a place to rest there is a cot for you here.” Your words echo in his lust-addled brain. You. The real you. He needs to get back to you.

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[pedrocomicreviews]

Magik #2

"Just because a child can persevere does not make it right."

So, X-Men reset a few months ago now, and the comics are trying to harken back to how they were a few years before the Krakoa Era-- some of the attempts have been more seamless than others and overall the project is not on the interesting side. But one of the actually new things they're trying is solo books for a lot more characters at the same time.

The Magik solo is trying to be a book to appeal to every era of Magik, and I feel like it's succeeding, even if it's still nothing to write home about yet. It's a great place to start if you've never read her, though.

Right off the bat one of the things I really like is that Magik finally feels like a young adult. The Krakoa Era's decision to keep the New Mutants frozen in their old uniforms and relationships meant that even though they kept being referred to as teachers, it was hard not to feel like they had regressed from the adults they obviously were. Roberto and Sam always stick out as the ones who are allowed to not be like that, but ever since she came back, Magik has been vaguely a teenager-young adult who could still be carded at a gas station and no one would be weirded out about it.

She's definitely the older character here, and she fits the role. I like it when Magik is not only a phenomenal battlemage but also has wisdom to share. Even if I miss her crash out soulless era (you have to scream THERE ARE NO SNOWFLAKES IN HELL every time you kill too many people in Rivals as her), a calmer Magik who's always willing to go to bat for anyone is really fun. Rizzing up the cute waitress on aura alone is also cool, I guess, even though we never see her again. Definitely not a teen, definitely a young adult, definitely allowed to grow past some stuff.

However one thing I am a little annoyed at is that we've regressed her back to having to control Darkchylde -- which, hey, tangent, why don't we spell it like that anymore? It's "Darkchild" consistently all over the book, which is a lot more generic. Is it a copyright problem from somewhere else? Even Marvel Rivals spells it Darkchild, I completely forget when we started to do this. It's boring, change it. -- and I felt like we had left that behind. Illyana is obviously always going to deal with the primal urge to kill everyone around her, but I thought we had left this specific aspect of it in the past alongside the storyline that made it relevant.

She should by all means be in full control of her demon side by now, as part of the point of the character: they tried breaking her and failed, but the scars remain and make her stronger. She is not her damage, but the damage is a part of her. The separation between Illyana and Darkchylde basically only serves to make it so other characters can tell her "Yeah girl your demon side saved the day, don't be afraid of it", and that's like... a story we have told way too many times for Illyana to be surprised by it by now. I have more thoughts on this but they're not really relevant to the issue.

Which is a good one, also. Magik The Book continues to be fun and to have good art and good writing, even if it regresses the character a little too much in my opinion. But eh, that's all of X-Men right now. I can't really blame one book for following a mandate.

This is definitely a good comic book to pick up if you've never seen Magik outside of Marvel Rivals, though. If you just accept her game kit as is, you're good to go.

[tamaruaart]

What was zhao's character designing process like?

Hello! Thanks for asking, I'll try to keep this as simple as humanly possible-

-the beginning stages of Zhao's character

(Ignore the bad quality of the pictures, I was lazy-)

I've actually had Zhao for quite a few years now, but I think these drawings I made like 9 months ago are the oldest ones that I could find. As you can probably see, in the begging she was a primarily jttw OC, I remember being super into OSP (which I still am), so when I started watching their jttw series I immediately got to making an OC because I really liked the world and all.

There's not much to say about the design honestly. But I will say why the hair changed, back then, her hair was very tiger-y but why has it changed so much if she's still a tiger? Well it's because back then I actually really liked the hair, but as time went on I thought it was way too much. However I really got attached to the whole "Cursed for disobeying your family so that you can never forget about them when you look at your own face.", so I decided to keep the orange hair just remove the details.

However a lot of the drawings you will see still have the stripes, but you'll see how they became more and more simple over time.

(note: All of the drawings you will see of her old design are pretty old so my art skills have improved-)

When I just started watching lmk I already knew I wanted to change up her character a bit. So I did a mini re-design. Again not much to say about her design except that I wanted it to look very demon-y (because she actually used to be a tiger demoness)

However I felt she was too "soft", so I changed up her character a bit to be more cold and "mature", because I wanted her to have a bigger contrast in personality with Sun Wukong. I'll get into that later :>

And as you can see I was still experimenting with certain designs but in the end I ended up with the last one for a while.

Then something awoke in me and I was finally like: This hair is mad complicated let's simplify this sucker-

So some (a lot of) experimenting:

(as you can see I've got a very inconsistent style)

And with that I eventually got this kinda design:

As you can see, this is was the start of a ✨new era✨

(you can still see these drawings up on my blog if you scroll down enough-)

And this design stuck for a while until I made a certain drawing for a certain @/camhues 👀

At this time I have started reading Circe and was very inspired by her character :0

She changed from being cold to more motherly. She's still mature but more clever, compassionate and caring. (yet still pathetic in my eyes). One of my friends here on tumblr @/doppel-doodles explained her PERFECTLY- "A fierce tigress in the body of a gentle mother cat" (like who gave them the right-), this explains her character very well because despite being very peaceful she's still a strong sorceress-

Now, Zhao is still kinda quiet and reserved considering her unhealthy past. But that ties a bit more into her connection with Wukong, which I'll get into in a bit.

I wanted Zhao to seem more "out of place", back then she just seemed like a basic bish girlboss OC and like someone who would make a good background character-

I also decided to give her a full name (because my dumb ahh realized Zhao is a Chinese SURNAME-) so I decided on Zhaoyan, also funfact Zhao's father used to call her "Zhaodi" because that name means "requesting a brother" (Because sexism yaaayyyyyy-)

My Zhao design is also heavily inspired by @/gigizetz Circe design, and her hair is very much inspired by Rapunzel from tangled-

And so yeah, then we got to her current design

While I can't really give anymore specific references, I can tell you a bit on how I settled on this design :D

Note: I wanted her to have a more exotic, tropical and ancient vibe if that makes sense. She is a spiritual maiden, sometimes even described as a sorceress, and considering the role I settled on giving her in the story it makes sense she would seem like "something new" or something out of the blue if you will. Even though she's a Peach Maiden, she doesn't exactly look like one, which I honestly think is really exiting to work with-

There's still some lore I haven't spilled yet that would say more about her design, but I hope to reveal that in the future!

Now, all the lore of her current character ties to one specific thing, aka her most important role in lmk- her connection to Monkey. Now as I mentioned, Zhao and Wukong were made to be opposites, or well to seem like opposites (one is chaotic and one is calm). Also the mear fact that the Chinese monkey zodiac and Chinese tiger zodiac are specifically referred to as not being able to get along so well.

But in reality they're quite similar, both get over looked because of their unthreatening personalities despite being really damn powerful. Both kinda stand out in physical appearance too compared to the other characters, and look alike in a way (same ginger hair and golden eyes). And not to mention they both push others away from them because of their pasts despite caring a lot.

A fun part about writing Zhao's character is she also serves as a way to find out more about Sun Wukong and jttw as a whole while still being her own character.

So yeah, that's basically it! Sorry for this being so fricking long I like rambling about my girl- (no I do not have a favorite lmk OC wdym?)

Fell free to ask more questions they're always fun as hell to answer!! :D

[screamintoad]

Moving

A/n: This isn’t anything TWST related. Just a scrapped school assignment that was deemed “not professional enough”

Prompt: Write about a difficult time in your life

  Moving is an interesting experience. 

  You get used to living in one place for a few years. Memorizing the routes to all your favorite local spots and the addresses of your closest friends. And then suddenly, you’re packing up boxes-sorting through long-forgotten items. Deciding what to keep and what to throw away forever. All while wondering if your friends will even miss your presence when you’re hundreds of miles apart. One might assume that this is about the time I suddenly moved from New York to Arizona but, this applies to everywhere I’ve been. 

  Whenever I talk about the feelings I get both before and after moving, I’m always scolded for feeling the way I do. Typically met with “You should be grateful, most people live in the same place their entire lives!” By my family and “I wish I traveled as much as you!” From friends that I end up never speaking to again after I move. I’m the type to get easily attached to places and people, some of which I wish I could forget forever and others I wish I could stay in those moments for just a little bit longer. My parents had the same upbringing as me. Constantly moving from place to place, constantly meeting new people, and constantly having to repack boxes as their parents work locations changed before they were fully unpacked from previous events. 

  I remember as a kid I hated having to move yet I still had this curiosity for what would come next. Now in my late teens it’s simply a chore. We would stay in a place for anywhere between 6 months to 3 years and my parents used to find positives but now as the years pass I can tell that even they’re getting tired of it all. I used to always be doing extracurriculars ranging from various activities like ballet and gymnastics to studying languages and anything that had to do with biology. Anything that kept me busy. 

  This trend ended when I entered high school. I was pressured to focus on my schoolwork and studying. I dropped some of my most beloved hobbies like creating art and playing the guitar. Even now it’s bittersweet when I do them. 

  When I entered high school it was as if real life was thrusted onto me at the age of 14 and per tradition we continued to move from state to state all around the country. Which was now even harder than before since I would be sitting in the car as we drove past state lines trying to figure out math. Making friends was also hard because  at this stage in someone’s life they already have their friend groups sorted out. 

  When we moved to Alabama I was at the library at least once a week. To do schoolwork, to read, and to just have solace from home. I wish I could block out a lot of memories from there but, that small public library, was my personal haven during that time. 

  I hated it all. I hated the new weather, I hated the new people who treated us as foreign creatures just because we weren’t born and raised there, I hated the fast food that everyone claimed as world famous yet tasted the same as everywhere else. 

  This past move I, to this day, felt so alienated. Having to jump from hotel to hotel to vacation cabin, it was too much. When we finally got a vacant house it was nothing like what we were expecting so I fell back into old habits of just never being home. Except this time, I had no safe haven. So I began looking for anywhere that I could go. Downtown area has a diner but it’s always busy and loud. There’s a library but the air is silent and strict. Eventually I found myself volunteering at the local equestrian center which made things easier. But, I still never connected with people. 

  Now I did eventually make friends, or those who I call friends, but it’s as if there’s an invisible line that separates me from their other friends. I try to ignore it and push on, content with my solitude. Yet some days I genuinely feel like I belong here and that makes me feel bad for thinking of all the negative things. 

  I can’t say that I’m happy but I also can’t say that I’m completely disheartened that we’ll be here for another 2 years. There are things and people that I dislike. But, there’s also things and a person that I look forward to experience. This whole essay makes me sound selfish and ungrateful but, these thoughts have been nagging and screaming at me for years at this point. 

  They had to be said in some form. 

[stareulogy]

❝ if you could choose to be anything after death, what would you be? ❞　 star eulogy is a hyper-extended version of headspace, made real upon sunny’s death in the bad ending.

content warning: this blog contains heavy spoilers for omori, suicide, cannibalism and general dark themes.

pinned post updated as of: august 17, 2024

this blog follows a porcelain doll that holds sunny’s consciousness, as he finds any way to pass the time. cursed with immortality, he’s been alive for centuries.

sealed at the bottom of the universe, sunny’s made highly questionable decisions in his past, leading to his imprisonment, and his failure to acknowledge the truth. as he learnt that fateful day, you can’t hide from the truth, even in a different life.

sunny’s open for asks. keep him entertained?

this au has been in development for over a year. from a discord server, to multiple threads, to art between a few people. i finally decided to make a blog for the au, after months of writing.

currently available:

sunny, the porcelain doll (tag)

??? ??????? (???? ???????)

????????? ????? (???????????)

no nsfw asks, anon gifts are allowed, interactions with other blogs are highly appreciated and encouraged.

you are absolutely welcome to make fun games using anon magic, as long as you label yourself (if on anon). this is runs on an honour system, do not impersonate each other, do not cause drama via. my inbox.

reminder that the character ≠ the writer, sunny has a disorder that effects his behaviour and how he interacts with other people. sunny is not an accurate representative of the cluster-b disorder he has - it’s dramatized after centuries. of being in blackspace.

this au is closed, and is not allowing other characters to join in. (for example, you cannot make a star eulogy aubrey account and interact with people.)

feel free to ask as other characters if you don’t have a blog to do it, just add:

- (emoji) (character name)

and i’ll tag it. feel free to get crafty! i encourage alternates/variants of a character coming to ask, sunny here is aware of the different universes.

(same works for consistent anons. if you want sunny to remember you, then add an sign off in the same style.)

now, if you’re struggling with asking questions, you now have a silly little prompt list! it’s fun, speedy interactions you can get with sunny!

NOT LORE RELATED

# princess arc (ongoing?)

# royal ball event (finished)

# tea party event (finished)

LORE RELATED ARCS

... huh. i didn’t do any yet.

sometimes i might not tag things properly! please remind me to add a tag if i forget.

LORE POSTS

alternates, variants, sunny’s thoughts

sunny’s feelings on hero

would sunny date each variant? (with honest opinions and his thoughts)

jobs that sunny had in the past

sunny’s favourite universe so far

flowerwaltz in star eulogy

bounty hunting

florians (species)

blackspace

here, everything should be tagged properly.

characters have their own basic tags, i only drop ooc text into the tags, after these symbols: //

i’ll tag your blog name under each interaction.

for organization’s sake, i’ll only link the anons here.

special anons

# 🌟 anon

# 👑 anon

# 🔮 anon

# 💠 anon

# 🃏 anon

(tumblr ate the tags, sorry. those are the current roster of anons, listed from early to recent.)

honestly. i didn’t want to make a section for this. i kinda wanted to stay mysterious and cool.

hi! i’m the star eulogy mod, he/meow pronouns, i go by sunny, but you can just call me sunshine here, for the sake of differentiation between character and writer.

i mind my own business, so i don’t really see a lot of things that other blogs do. i’m very private.

if you ping the blog in your promo post, i’ll reblog it. i reblog new blogs’ pinned posts, whenever i can.

my timezone is est. but i sleep when i want to.

all of the art you see coming from me belongs to me, aside from the usage of official art, by omocat.

here’s one of my favourite art posts.

fun fact: the original universe that star eulogy originates from, was on the universally loved route. it was set up for sunflower, hence how sunny distances himself from most basil alternates.

i personally don’t ship sunny (in general) with anybody. but i’m willing to write it for the lore, if sunny (star eulogy) can keep a relationship for longer than a day.

he’s on the spectrum. (aromantic, asexual, autistic) so romance might not look the same to you, as it does to him. he’s my silly little princess.

[academicstraykittie]

ode to a nightingale by John Keats

....................................................................

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

         My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

         One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

         But being too happy in thine happiness,—

                That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees

                        In some melodious plot

         Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

                Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been

         Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,

Tasting of Flora and the country green,

         Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!

O for a beaker full of the warm South,

         Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,

                With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

                        And purple-stained mouth;

         That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,

                And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

         What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness, the fever, and the fret

         Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,

         Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;

                Where but to think is to be full of sorrow

                        And leaden-eyed despairs,

         Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

                Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,

         Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,

But on the viewless wings of Poesy,

         Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:

Already with thee! tender is the night,

         And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,

                Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;

                        But here there is no light,

         Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown

                Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,

         Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet

         Wherewith the seasonable month endows

The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;

         White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;

                Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;

                        And mid-May's eldest child,

         The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

                The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

         I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

         To take into the air my quiet breath;

                Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

         To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

                While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

                        In such an ecstasy!

         Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—

                   To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

         No hungry generations tread thee down;

The voice I hear this passing night was heard

         In ancient days by emperor and clown:

Perhaps the self-same song that found a path

         Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

                She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

                        The same that oft-times hath

         Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam

                Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

         To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

         As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

         Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

                Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

                        In the next valley-glades:

         Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

                Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?