#LOVE YA

[askhumanperrytheplatypus]

I know they at least know about one of them, it was definitely an interesting morning.

[mhaikkun]

digital love 💓

[grey-dog]

drew @hrrtshape 🫀 I hope I got his (and your!) essence right

[drceydoessstuff]

I’m not inlove

(jschlatt x reader)

no one asked for this. Idc. Basically a stoic reader who’s too stubborn on their emotions and a very persistent man who won’t let something good go to waste

Enjoy!

it’s not proof read

The first time you met Schlatt, he crossed you as a loud arrogant man, not someone you would particularly choose to hang around, possibly because he reminded you too much of yourself. You had been content creating for years now, and found yourself on chuckle sandwich (rip). It was a good day, a prominent memory to you, you expected it to be a passing meeting, something to get the views up and nothing more

However it turned out something about your abrasive attitude had peaked schlatts interest. Over time you found yourself doing video after video with him. You had to admit somethings he did were somewhat endearing, like paying for your coffees when you went to film, or remembering what music you listened to, and sometimes, even that stupid fucking nickname he granted you sounded somewhat sweet.

Somewhere along the lines your feelings got confused, almost as if you forgot who you were supposed to be; you weren’t supposed to feel like this. On nights you felt alone, you called him. Days where all you could do was lie in bed, he came over. And slowly, even though neither of you noticed, a seed emerged from underneath the ground and became a slow blossoming flower.

And by the time you saw it, it was too late.

But you would still be adamant. You were not in love. You were not inlove with his harsh voice, or his weirdly strong opinions on random things. You were not inlove with his stupid mutton chops or his intimidating stance. You were not inlove with his rich smile or insanely entrancing eyes. You were not in love with Schlatt.

And you would tell yourself that. Over and over and over until an extremely hot summer night when your phone rang at 1:02am.

Rolling over you picked up the phone, your annoyed voice, half awake, ringing through the line and meeting his ears.

“Hello?” You had not bothered to check who

“Hey toots!” Him.

why this this time? Why does he sound so..normal? Awake? It’s so late.

“jay? Why are you calling so late?” Your voice was more awake, filled with confusion

“I was just wondering if you’d wanna go out tomorrow? Just us no camera…call it a date?” You could practically hear the nervy smile in his voice, he’d clearly been thinking about it.

you froze. A date? You didn’t do dates, you didn’t do relationships even. Why would you? Put your heart in someone’s hands, let them manipulate your feelings and leave you hurt, destroyed. You kept to yourself, you kept yourself safe, your guard stayed up.

but now you noticed over time he had broke it down. You had opened your soul to him, shown him who you really were and he had not run.

“…okay…yeah yeah that would be nice”

an audible sigh was heard.

“I’ll pick you up at 6”

And he was gone.

One date couldn’t be so bad? It didn’t mean anything

It didn’t mean you were in love.

OKAY ENJOYYY

[art-of-the-void]

Happy birthday Odile!

Originally started drawing this for a series of drawings where I draw the main party + Loop but decided to finish it and post it for Odile's birthday because I noticed it coming up

[loofandtimmy]

[narutosidebitch]

MY DEKUUUUUUUU

[flashphotograph]

Djo - Charlie’s Garden

4 @djotime

[seonghwacore]

"On April 3rd, 1998, when strawberries are delicious and cherry blossoms are beautiful, i [a spring child] was born" // "Plutarch writes that Persephone was identified with the spring season and Cicero calls her the seed of the fruits of the fields." —OF SEONGHWA & PERSEPHONE

[noctiva]

it is Toby’s birthday <3

using this as a chance to remind people that it doesn’t matter if the things you love seem odd or “weird” to other people. they’re special - you loving them makes them special

I’ve spent the past decade obsessing over this man who many people have many times so kindly reminded me “doesn’t exist” - which I am already aware, but does it matter? does he need to exist to bring joy to my days? does he need to exist to spark creativity and push me out of a rut? does he need to exist for me to connect to his story, and see little bits of myself in him?

I don’t think so. In fact it’s better that he doesn’t. That this little character that was created simply out of fun fostered a community who come together to just simply adore him. isn’t that what being a human is all about? loving and appreciating the things our fellow people create?

I know I get on my blog and act like a lunatic 9/10 times, but at the end of the day this is what it’s all about. this is why I’m up at 8 am, acting as if this is my spouse’s birthday (which it totally is btw)

it’s cool to love things. doesn’t matter if the things you love aren’t “cool”.

[nqueso-lies]

Woke up to 900 followers!

[gravedigg]

sometimes you have to force your bhaalspawn into the bath, for the good of the Gate.

[sorinethemastermind]

[drceydoessstuff]

WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL THE DAMIEN FANFICS. WHY DID EVERYONE JUST PACK UP THEIR SHIT AND LEAVE OR LIKE DROP DEAD. WHERE ARE THEY. WHERE DID THEY GO. HIS BEARD?

PLEASE

someone

HELP

me

love ya!