#love u..........................guh

[teapartiez]

Hi tumblr I don’t think I will ever finish this piece so here u go. Yayyyayayyayayy

[pieflavoredartz]

(CLICK FOR THAT OOHH WEEE WE SKATIN QUALITYYWOO 🛼)

GO DRAGONA UR ON ..

..WHEELS!! ( ᐛ )و

[narrators1and2]

To the artists who made the art for his cards, I'm literally in love with you

[moldieecheese]

the siblings ever 💚💛💜

I love them a normal amount

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS THING IS SCUUUFFED AS HELL & ITS ALSO THE BEST THING I HAVE ANIMATED THUS FAR. IM SO IN LOVE WITH EMIZEL. JUST WISH I GAVE HIM MORE STUPID TATTOOS. NEXT TIME THO. NEXT TIME. I ALSO LOVE VEX&VIV SOOOO MUCH. charlies flavor of Deranged is my FAVORITE!!

[washingtonwerewolf]

vincent and lovely had a lot of long nights (and days) together after lovely got turned. vincent was at their side near-constantly from the very first moment after he had william strip the domineering powers of his maker status from him, and for so long being there was the only thing he could do as his lovely struggled against coming untethered from their own body, fighting against depersonalization on not only a traumatic; but also a magical level. for so long, it was all lovely could do to reach for vincent’s core instead of their own to try to ground themself, reaching their threads out to his magic at the same time as they reached their arms out to him in desperation to be taken into his arms. his was more familiar than their own for such a long time after they turned- the vampiric magic heavy in their chest where there had once been an electric core that practically floated and buzzed and hummed. 

some vampires are known to say that they never feel like themselves again, even after untold years of vampiric existence. you have to imagine that lovely, so young by vampires’ standards, feels that acutely- and you also have to imagine, in that moment on the porch, they weren’t just grasping for their old energetic magic; but for a version of themself they had come to know and then lost again so quickly. you have to imagine that in that snap of their fingers, the click-back into place of their access to magic, lovely felt more like themself then they had since that terrible night at the academy… that version of themself that they fought so hard for. and in that snap, they learned all that fight wasn’t wasted.

[wyervan]

Hello! How is your week going? :o)

I wanted to show you some of the sketches im doing for the kind of Star-centered-page

Alsoo I wanted you to talk a bit about star! whatever comes to your mind first about their hobbies, likes, relationship with Smoon, clothes or things like that (if you are ok with that)

I love to read your rambles, again!

Thank youu

The first sketch is making my heart ache 😭 It’s just so tender 🥺 I don’t have the words to explain how much these drawings mean to me.

You’re so amazing and sweet and cool. Thank you for asking about Star, giving me the space to talk about them and the AU in general. I have a hard time talking about these things without being asked to speak on it first. My first instinct is usually to tell myself “no one cares” 😬

But anyway, enof self-flagellation 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️.

Uhh, well, I’ll start with some bits I’ve touched on before—they’re in their 20s, live in a small apartment above a cigar shop, drive a real clanky Jeep. They’re dressing mostly in very casual masc 90s fits. T-shirts, tanks, jeans, cargo pants, hoodies. Obviously converse lol. Drawn to gamer, skater, punk and grunge aesthetics. Always wears a choker.

Their favorite band is Sneaker Pimps. Main hobby is gaming on their (original) XBox—Halo, Star Wars Battlefront, Counter-Strike. Star also owns a GameCube, a Game Boy, and enjoys a smattering of single-player action and adventure RPGs.

They’ve developed quite a skill for gamer trash talk, or at least are pretty good at dealing it back to the real sorta trash found over XBox Live in the 2000s. This aptitude for banter comes in handy for dealing with Moon’s snark 😝. Once Star realized that Moon doesn’t actually hate them (rough first introduction), he’s just kind of a rat bastard, their friendship becomes a lot of casual teasing and wisecracking. And friendly (but still cutthroat) gaming competition.

Star’s dynamic with Sun is a little different. They’re still a bit impish if Sun’s tryna play manager with them, or they think he needs to chill out. But really they just enjoy being around him. He’s eccentric, expressive, makes them laugh, and they can see how intensely he cares for the arcade and the people around him. I think Sun comes to see Star as a cheery but chill, levelheaded presence. Despite the joke-cracking, they’re kinda a “straight-man” next to Smoon’s eccentricities.

I go back and forth about how much of a solid backstory I want to give Star because of this play of them being a y/n self-insert character, or at least starting out that way. Both in the sense that the character literally started off vaguer in personality and history earlier in the AU AND even now, in that they don’t have a great sense of their own identity at the start of the story.

This feeling of existential listlessness, not knowing what they actually want from life—it’s what drives them to move out of their parent’s place. Just make a decision for themself, regardless of the judgmental eyebrow raising at that decision, regardless of all the “An arcade?! What about your degree?”

[syluses]

meeting dilf sylus at the country club u work at as summer job

[cheridraws]

happy late mothers day to penelope and penelope only <3

[anticidic]

hi hello hope u are not too jet lagged but if im not too late. 24+skk for Spotify ask thingy? 🥺

#24: Passion Colors Everything — Poets of the Fall

When passion colors everything The songs I sing, from way out there to deep within The face I wear behind my grin The price I've paid for my original sin Everything, everything, everything

Ex-love, ex-tenderness.

How foolish of him to think that they could still be one. Not after all the damage Dazai suffered to get here. Now they were severed threads, and Dazai’s hands were the scissors.

Fear had embedded itself deep in the wood of the door frame. Fear of the flames.

And the trepidation about losing a loved one.

This was what he knew after having learned the hard way: not once, not twice, but three times now had he cursed himself for his foolishness. How foolish of him to think he could forge another bond that was somehow fragile as glass and still managed to cut deeply into his soul. Oda’s gone, gone, gone. One day, he thought—he’ll be able to put the damn past behind him and move on instead of sitting in the darkness in a tiny room wondering constantly what he did wrong. What went wrong.

“Hey, it’s time to wake up. You’ve slept enough.”

The second: Ango, an integral piece of that sunken past. But like a tidal wave, he came back stronger than ever pulling Dazai back into those memories. Deep, deep down where the sun didn’t shine, and he suffocated on what if. What if he had arrived a minute earlier. What if Mori hadn’t stopped him.

“Come on, wake up. You’re not supposed to sleep for three days. People don’t just do that, Chuuya. You’re supposed to be up and angry about me being in your house, here next to you.”

The third: Dazai sitting next to a bed and talking out loud to himself and Chuuya could not hear him. Or maybe he could? But if he heard even one word of Dazai’s insane ramblings, he wouldn’t look so peaceful without any worry to crease his face.

“This is the fourth time now you’ve done this, and the fourth time I’ve had to drag your body back.” Body. Dazai detached himself from the fact he had Chuuya, bloodied and within an inch of his life, cradled in his arms and breath ragged. He closed his eyes and took a sharp breath. It did not clear his thoughts, they only screamed and clawed at his mind to be let out. He could, but what if, even in unconsciousness, his voice reached Chuuya? Then what? Of course, he would’ve said that Chuuya had been hallucinating and totally out of it from shock.

The sting pricking his eyes begged to differ. He wanted to scream, to curse Chuuya for being an idiot, to punch something. But his arms stayed dangling at his sides uselessly. The wounds of the past were opening up all over again, raw and aching, and he thought he had it all under control.

“You know I had everything under control, right? You…” Dazai trailed off and lifted a cloth to Chuuya’s face. He wiped away blood caked with dirt, right over a scar that burned itself into the skin. “They aren’t going away this time. Your face is red from how many times I’ve rubbed this damn rag all over trying to clean them. Ever since we were younger and you first used Corruption, you’ve been using it for longer and longer until you’re bleeding and screaming from the pain but you still do it because you know I’ll always bring you back. …Isn’t that right?”

The words bleeding and screaming sounded distant and strange suddenly, bringing Dazai back to the way Chuuya looked at him. Those completely and utterly void eyes that didn’t recognize him. He was the enemy. Everything needed to be destroyed. But through the pain and his consciousness being torn to shreds, Chuuya yelled his name.

For a moment, Chuuya’s face twisted into something of agony. Dazai smiled despite that. He was still alive.

“You could’ve died,” Dazai finally said. His lips twitched, smile twisting into a pained grimace. He blinked back the blur filling his vision. So, so badly he wanted to grab Chuuya and yell at him to wake up already and knock it off with the games. The fun’s over.

But he wasn’t laughing. They both weren’t. Chuuya at least had the most serene expression Dazai’s ever seen, and for a moment, he wondered if that transient state of dancing with death was the most wonderful thing ever and had Chuuya finally been released from the ties that tormented him.

“There’s a reason why we only use it as a last resort when we know there’s no other option, Chuuya.” He leaned over until their foreheads touched. The skin was still warm. The tiniest, fluttering heartbeat felt against his fingers on Chuuya’s chest. “It’s almost four days. You’re supposed to be up by now and back to your usual self. But you’ve been here—I’ve been here. Do you know how many excuses I had to come up with? I suddenly ‘went off the grid’ because my partner’s an idiot who almost got himself killed.”

Dazai let out a shaky breath and eased back. Chuuya remained motionless, even as Dazai ran fingers along the length of his arm, over the angry scars.

“I’ll wait as long as I have to until you wake up.” Swallowing down the knot in his throat—oh god that terrible emotion he had so masterfully kept bottled up this whole time was cracking right down the middle—Dazai wiped away a trickle of blood staining the corner of Chuuya’s mouth.

“It’s because of me that you’re like this. You’re always using Corruption because you trust me—knowing that you might die—and the first thing I want to tell you when you wake up is that you’re such an idiot, but maybe…that’s me. I’m an idiot because you trust me with your life.”

Setting aside the rag, Dazai glanced out the window. Utter darkness with only a few twinkling stars in the sky. The time had gone by so fast and yet he felt like everything was moving in slow motion—three sleepless days of replaying over and over in his head Chuuya calling his name. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

Maybe he wasn’t the first thing Chuuya wanted to see when he woke up, but Dazai refused to leave. Dazai reached for a spare pillow and placed it on the nightstand beside them. He fluffed it and rested his head against it, continuing to watch Chuuya even as sleep threatened to claim him and his eyes burned for relief.

“You won’t remember anything I’m saying to you when you wake up,” Dazai whispered, his eyes half-lidded. “But maybe you hear my voice somewhere deep down. Maybe you’ll hear me taunting you and you’ll wake up faster. Or maybe you’re lost and wondering where everyone is? But you’re not alone. You’ll find your way back like you always do.”

With a light, lazy smile, Dazai closed his eyes and quietly said, “Goodnight.”

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[hodinodi]

I'm sorry if this sounds rude in any way but all the persona 1/2 art you have drawn recently I want to let you know it's giving me alot of comfort! :-''') ur art feels lively n healing and I'm especially joyous that you are into oldsona <3

anon what..!!!! this is not rude at all ouuuhhaghhHH 😭😭❤️❤️!!??!???!!! this genuinely, super duper made my day and im so glad my oldsona art is comforting for u it means so SO much ;;

[pastelprince18]

Definitely got emotional here, He felt so confident after many battles <3 he wanted to fight bowser and Mario was ready to tag along!!

I was happy when I beat after my 3DS CRASH THE GAME THINKING I TOOK THE CARTRIDGE OUT EVEN THO I DIDNT ???

My beautiful baby…I’m so proud of you 💖💖

[istherewifiinhell]

when u see this

[ID: An opening still from 3 Men an a Baby, with text credit: A Leonard Nimoy Film. END]

you know ur about to see the most intimate pathos filled yet aware and sensitive chest hair youve ever seen in ur fucking life.

[mythtiide]

i havent actually been much recently! (this is because ive been writing nonstop for the past like 5 days...) but i have gotten some stuff doodled from today n a bit from yesterday (+ some bonus older ones under the cut)

[murphbees]

So the Dteam road trip + patches fic that's been in the works (in the WIPs folder whoops) for like, two years now, has started to grow on me again. And it's great, like honestly it's one of my favorite things I've ever written, but I don't know what the vibe is anymore?? And I'm so conflicted - do I just rewrite everything and start from scratch so the vibes match, or do I soldier on and rematch the vibes like some kind of intricate puzzle working???

(also I might post a little snippet of the first chapter because I see a lot of people posting their stuff and it's giving me the happy wiggles to be in an involved and excited community again :D)

[flovverworks]

good morning would u like to hear about figaro garcia