#but we perservere...

[catmask]

round 2 of pokemon from my heartgold artlocke streams.... some new friends, some old, and some now gone....

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

spot of encouragement before finals

sunspot by @venomous-qwille!

(oh yea and here's some soliel)

[mystiffox]

live laugh love (toxic) yuri ‼️

[catinasink]

outfit for my event,,, i feel like it isnt fancy enough dhsjsja

eyeliner n earring closeups under the cut ^_^

[dipperscavern]

breathless and whiny robb u say?? 🫣🫣🧐🧐 can I then add that the first time he was dommed by r he absolutely loses his SHIT bc omg omg dying dead HUH!? especially if he’s so used to being the dom in the relationship the moment his girl switches it up on him he short circuits

BREATHLESS AND WHINY ROBB I SAID. I APOLOGIZE THIS IS ABSOLUTELY LEWD (thank you sm for this ily)

it’s not uncommon for you and robb to have to spend time apart. as children at winterfell, robb was often busy being prepared to be lord of it and all its people. back when the realm wasn’t in shambles, robb would study on politics, and sit in with his father on his duties. you didn’t mind, you knew you couldn’t have him all to yourself. you preferred to spend your time checking in on the other starklings, practicing your skills, and you were silently grateful to have a bit more leisurely time than he did.

but during war it was so, so much worse.

as robb’s lady, you went everywhere with him. but you usually didn’t participate in battles, and sometimes, things were so dangerous robb didn’t even feel safe taking you with him. you can be away from each other for weeks at a time, and you spend it praying he’ll return to you. it’s common for men at war to have other women warm their beds, but robb’s bed stays cold, no matter how long you’re apart. he would never betray you like that.

spending so much time apart sometimes makes him desperate. not just to be reunited, but to feel you. to be sheathed deep inside you, your hands pulling him closer & his roaming your body — to feel your lips on his again. and when he finally makes his way back to you, he can barely contain himself.

his hips roll, and he savors the feeling. his hand is intertwined with yours, and his other caresses the soft flesh of your hip. it’s been so long, and he never wishes to leave your warmth. his head drops to your shoulder as he slides himself fully in, and his brain malfunctions. you’re tight, wet, and warm — and it has his brows pinching, mouth falling open to let out a breathless whine. he can’t remember the last time he’s ever made a noise like that (never), but he can’t find it in himself to care. your nails are lightly scratching at his back, and pain mixes with pleasure in a way that makes him grit his teeth.

you love when he’s like this. breathless and losing control, losing himself in the pleasure you’re giving him. he’s taking, taking, taking — and so giving at the same time.

afterwards, when you both lay spent after sharing each others bodies, the moment replays in your mind. you want to make him sound like that again. again and again and again. that’s when an idea forms in your mind.

robb had agreed to trying out your idea, so here you both are. your thighs spread to accommodate his length, legs over his waist as you straddle him. it’s a different angle, a different feeling, and he’s patient in giving you time to adjust. you give an experimental roll of your hips, and his grip on them tightens. he’s not trying to stop you, he just didn’t expect it to feel so good. you gauge his reaction, raising an eyebrow at the single movement having him sharply inhale.

feeling more confident, you begin to move. you take it slower, trying to find movements that feel good for the both of you. robb is not complaining at your experimenting, head lolling back at every movement. eventually, you bring yourself up, and then down again. it has your eyes fluttering shut & robb gritting his teeth, and you silently relish in your triumph. you begin to move, setting a pace that has his grip on your hips tightening & you clenching around him.

robb doesn’t know if he can handle it. the view of you moving up and down on his cock, the way your tits move with your ministrations — the way you feel so good. and the pretty noises you’re making have his brain turning to mush, knocking the air out of his lungs. what have you done to him?

“Feel alright, Robb?”

your voice brings him back to reality (only for a second), and he nods his head. you’ve almost rendered his ability to speak.

“Don’t- mm! Don’t stop.”

you smile, enjoying the view. robb’s brows pinched (more than usual), mouth falling slack as breathless whines & moans spill from his lips. one of your hands comes to rest over where his own is on your hips in an attempt to ground him, as he’s done for you so many times. it works as well as it can with you continuing your pace, having him sharply inhaling as a groan rises from his throat. he’s distant, completely lost in the throes of pleasure. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

it doesn’t take long before you feel the familiar warmth begin to pool in your abdomen, the angle hitting you just right. when robb brings his thumb to rub circles on your clit, it has the tight cord in your belly snapping, waves of pleasure crawling up your spine as you cum. you continue your movements, only slowing down to ride out the aftershocks. robb isn’t far behind, and when you involuntarily clench down on him, he spills into you with a groan of your name.

you look at robb, catching your breath, and smile once more. you think you’ll have to see him like this more often.

[premamelody]

TODAY I WAS BORN TODAY WAKE TF WAKE UP EVERYBODY WAKE UP!! TODAY!!!! TODAY!!!! PEAK, TODAY!!1

edit: I FORGOT ABOUT MY LITERAL VENT OC, MY ENA SONA. MAD DISRESPECT

[awihog]

im baaaaaaaaaaaaaack *begins coughing up blood*

[starryinkynight]

saw a couple of old butch lesbians and just about cried at pride yesterday. i affectionately called them old and said aging is a privilege, and one of them said "i earned every damn day i have." ive been struggling a lot lately but a quick 2 minute conversation with some queer elders helped more than they could ever know <3 i called them handsome btw

[pocket-vvardvark]

So I saw some stuff about the Ainu people and thought it was cool they have these swirly whirlpool patterns. Also, apparently a lot of coastal cultures adopted the whirlpools which I just think is neat bc idk Lillandril is kinda coastal :]

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

crawls across the Floor of dash ……..

[benjaminallhope-fulltimemind]

This is Trump's plans, he wants to sow confusion and chaos in order to assert control when people are disorganized and unable to mount resistance. Don't lose control and keep a calm head, don't get distracted by a dozen different issues a focus on a core 2 to 3 issues to you can organize with others. Stay strong everyone, we're going through dark times but we can't break not now or give up. Love you all, please don't lose hope.

[39nyx]

going to attempt to force myself to do at least a quick little sketch (probably of an MCU character) a day or something because i need to get used to drawing again!!! i got so bad + i have little to no practice with real grown people lmao.

they are going to be shitty and i am going to be okay with that because i just need to do the act of drawing grrr

giving myself a break from the agony that is failing to draw bucky because i can't draw men. natasha save me </3

first one's from last week, second one from today. got a new brush i'm liking for digital sketchy stuff. gonna do some actual learning-to-draw research for once. wish me luck o7

[millydrawsthis]

Dream couldn’t shake the knot of anxiety in his chest when Freed mentioned that Perseverance wanted to speak with him directly. There was always tension between him and Perseverance—a heavy, unspoken hatred that laced their every interaction. Perseverance didn’t just criticize Dream; he scrutinized him, picking apart every choice, every flaw, as though Dream’s very existence was an affront. It was exhausting. Worse, Dream had started to notice Freed growing more hesitant around him lately, as though Perseverance’s harsh words were beginning to seep into Freed’s perception of him. It stung more than Dream cared to admit.

Still, when Freed asked, Dream couldn’t say no. Freed wouldn’t let Perseverance hurt him… right?

The agreed-upon location caught Dream off guard—a surface AU, a beach of all places. He waited and waited for a good while. He told himself it was just Perseverance being dramatic—making him wait to prove a point, or something equally petty. Maybe this some kind of setup— they just wanted to mess with him, to get him to show up and stew in his own anxiety for their amusement. 

“Dream.”

Dream froze, shoulders tensing instinctively. The voice didn’t exactly sound like Freed’s but but sometimes when another soul is controlling them they have their own tone of voice. But as Dream turned, his breath caught in his throat.

It wasn’t Freed.

Standing there was a kid.

Dream blinked, his mind racing to catch up. The child couldn’t have been older than fourteen, maybe fifteen at a stretch. Their clothes were baggy, a huge purple cloak that covered almost their entire body—entirely out of place of this AU. Their stillness was what unnerved Dream most. It wasn’t the kind of hesitation or wariness he’d expect from a kid meeting a stranger. It was deliberate, calculating, like they already knew every move he was going to make.

Their face was obscured by tinted glasses that reflected the sunlight, making it impossible to read their expression. Something about the way the lenses glimmered—almost transparent but not quite—made his skin crawl. Maybe it was just the sun playing tricks on him, but there was a faint shimmer to the kid too, as though they didn’t fully belong to the world they stood in.

Dream’s hand twitched toward his bow instinctively, but he stopped himself. It’s just a kid, he thought. No threat. 

“…Who are you?” Dream asked, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest.

The kid tilted their head, just slightly. The motion wasn’t curious—it was antagonizing, like they were dissecting him with their gaze despite the glasses obscuring their eyes. “You don’t recognize me?”

Dream’s brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. There was something familiar about them, something he couldn’t quite pin down. The way they held themselves, the tone of their voice—it tugged at a memory just out of reach.

“I—” he started, but the kid interrupted him with a faint scoff.

“You’re just as useless as ever,” they said flatly, their words landing like a slap. “I can’t even have a decent conversation with you. And reaching for your bow too? Disgraceful.”

Dream froze. The way they spoke—it was unnervingly proper, almost detached, like every syllable had been carefully chosen. It reminded him of his brother in a way.

And then it hit him, a cold realization washing over him like a wave.

“Perseverance?” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The kid didn’t answer immediately, but the slight curl of their lips was confirmation enough.

“Don’t act foolish, Dream. You’ve spoken to me before, haven’t you?” Perseverance raised a brow, before pushing up his glasses. 

Dream’s frown deepened as he crossed his arms. “Yeah, but that was when you were in control of Freed’s body.” he said, his words laced with uncertainty. This—whatever this was—wasn’t something he had prepared for.

Perseverance didn’t miss a beat, their expression calm but faintly amused. “Well, I’m here now.”

“I—how?” Dream stammered, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

“I always wondered that too,” Perseverance said lightly, brushing invisible dust off their cloak with a flick of their hand. “Being dead isn’t exactly straightforward, but I suppose there are... perks.” 

Dream opened his mouth to respond, but the words froze in his throat as something caught his eye. A detail so glaringly obvious it felt impossible he’d missed it before. Perseverance didn’t have legs.

Their body faded into an eerie, ghostly mist just below the hem of their oversized cloak. Wisps of fog drifted lazily in the air, curling and twisting in a way that seemed almost alive. Dream’s stomach twisted as he realized he hadn’t noticed it earlier. How had he been so blind? He swore he had better spatial awareness than this.

Perseverance caught the flicker of realization on Dream’s face and chuckled softly. “Ah, there it is,” He said, tilting his head with that same unnerving calm. “Took you long enough to notice. I was starting to think you’d gone completely dense.”

“I see.” Dream stepped back, though the sand beneath his boots didn’t feel nearly as solid as it had moments ago. 

“I cannot believe the so-called guardian of positivity is afraid of some ghost.”

Dream clenched his fists at his sides. He couldn’t let them get under his skin. Not again. “…What do you need, Pers?” His voice was steady this time, and he straightened his posture, forcing himself to stand tall. He should’ve been doing that all along. He was better than this.

Perseverance’s lips curled into a faint smirk, their arms crossing lazily over their chest. “Goodness, someone’s getting aggressive.” They tilted their head, looking him over with an air of judgement. “I simply wish to speak with you.”

“Let me guess,” Dream said, rolling his eyes. “So you can criticize me?”

Perseverance shrugged. “In a way.”

That was enough for Dream. He scoffed, turning sharply on his heel and walking toward the shoreline. There was no point in sticking around to let Perseverance tear him apart, not when they clearly relished every second of it.

“But—”

The word stopped him in his tracks. Perseverance’s tone shifted, softer but no less calculated, and Dream couldn’t help but glance back over his shoulder.

“But what?” Dream asked, his voice laced with irritation, though his curiosity betrayed him.

Perseverance tilted their head again, their ghostly form faintly shimmering in the sunlight. “I’d like to ask you some questions,” he said smoothly. “As flawed and broken as you are—”

Dream bristled at that, but Perseverance pressed on without missing a beat.

“—you’re not the only flawed person among the guardians. There must be something decent about you. Something worth understanding.” They paused, their glasses glinting ominously. “I’d like to know what that is.”

Dream blinked, caught entirely off guard. He opened his mouth to respond but found himself at a loss for words.

“Wait,” Dream said finally, his voice quieter this time. “You… want to know something decent about me?”

Perseverance just glanced away as a response.

Dream stared at them for a long moment, his mind racing. For all their sharp words and mocking tone, Perseverance wasn’t joking. They genuinely wanted to hear his answer.

If perseverance didnt wear glasses, Dream WOULDVE been able to tell that perseverance was scanning Dream’s facial expressions. BUT Dream did notice the sudden fidgeting Perseverance did. It wasn’t new. He’d seen it before, just not often, and especially not when Perseverance was talking to him.

“Or not,” Perseverance said suddenly, his tone as cold and dismissive as ever. “It simply does not matter to me.”

“No..”

Perseverance straightened up slightly, their fidgeting stopping as their hands fell to their sides. 

Dream took a breath, letting a small, tentative smile tug at his lips. “I’ll answer your questions.”

For the first time, Perseverance looked genuinely taken aback, though they recovered quickly. They let out an exaggerated exhale through their nose, a sound that was almost obnoxious. Dream didn’t exactly see it, but he felt it—something subtle, something that wasn’t disdain or judgment.

It was positivity.

It was weird. And new.

Dream sat down in the sand, patting a spot next to him. He kinda cringed when perseverance gave him a judgmental look but he was surprised when he sat down anyway. 

Perseverance adjusted their cloak with a faint huff, brushing sand off the edges. “This had better be worth my time.” they muttered, though there was an odd softness in their voice.

Dream chuckled quietly, more to himself than anything. “No pressure or anything, right?”

Perseverance didn’t respond immediately, but Dream thought he caught the smallest twitch of a smile on his lips.

[riverdeansart]

describing outfits in my fics means having to draw them out to make sure they don't look stupid

read this specific fic here

[catinasink]

fuckass john adams with paint markers

[i-like-books-and-women]

Guys I'm going to my first concert today :D