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[coridallasmultipass]

(( Inspired by the "Aphids" comic bc the dj bro panel had me cryin: https://www.tumblr.com/coridallasmultipass/746888021783298048?source=share ))

Probably went overboard editing this and trying to add emoji subtext, telling a story, you know the deal. Also, the needles evoke a Saw 2 vibe for me, but that's awesome. I'm all about that unsettling mind game shit (not pictured, but I have a spiral on my tongue piercing bead, because I'm dedicated to the aesthetic). Speaking of spirals, yes, that is a Kamina keychain on my phone. In fact, I have all four main characters danglin' off that motherfucker. Shit's heavy, but no pain, no gain. Gotta keep these strifin' fingers in shape, brah. Anyways. I got the green stuff, so hit me up.

[seamgreen]

hi guys! these lighthouse ghostie stickers are now available in my etsy shop and they’re holographic!

[elegyofthemoon]

7, 10, 30 for music!!!!

LETS GOOOOOOOO

7.

i fixated on the dance for this one it was sooo good and very fun

also the funniest thing to find out was the dialogue at the beginning and ending of the song was fucking done by sylvains va it felt like i got shot in the leg

10.

OOOO ANN THIS ONE WAS FROM A HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE PLAYLIST I FOUND the playlist is really good though i found a lot of big fave songs on there (and tbh i think a lot of my wrapped is FROM that playlist actually asdklfahds)

30.

....I'm so surprised that this song got on here. I feel like I discovered it only recently, but I've been obsessed with it lately so I guess that's only fair askldjfahsl

[nighthire]

DRY BLOOD IS CAKED ON HIS SKIN ⎯⎯ under his nails, up along his arms . . . mixed in with the regular dirt and grime. no stable home meant a heavy lack of showers. lakes and rivers worked well enough most times. but they seemed few and far between lately . . . and maybe a little too cold. but they were alive. alive and . . . not exactly well but something possibly resembling it. that was all that really mattered. and all they needed tonight was a semi-warm place to relax. thankfully, the motel they had come across seemed like their best ( and only for a few miles ) option. though . . . it wasn't as empty as he had hoped. half of it was barricaded off with the moans and groans of the infected that had taken over. the rest was empty of the dead but . . . not the living. fuck. " we just need one room. just one. " his hands are raised; abby tucked safely behind him. " we'll be quiet, we won't attract anyone or anything . . . my sister needs to sleep. " / @bl4spheme

[knifvd]

                    IT'S  NOT   her  business   ,   truly   ;   knows  it  in  her  BONES  that  if  her  presence  were  to  be  warranted  she  would've  been  assigned   ,   knows  it  ,  knows  it    ,   and  yet  ,  and  yet  ,  and  yet  ,  sage  finds  herself  sitting  at  his  BEDSIDE  in  the  infirmary  ward  ,  head  resting  on  the  BEDSHEETS  of  sova's  bed   .   (      and  you  know   ---   know  why  they  didn't  put  you  ON  this  mission   .  told  you  that  you  were  RECKLESS   ;   thinking  too  much  with  the  tugging  pain  inside  your  chest  and  not  your  head  ,  but  they  don't  get  it  .  not  really  .  don't  know  what  it's  like  to  grieve  ,  and  grieve  your  family  time  and  TIME  again  ,   see  their  crumpled  body  lying  there  ,  bleeding  out  ,   begging  for  respite  .   they  don't  know  what  it's  like  to  hear  their  last  BREATHS  ,  and  having  to  beg  the  gods  that  had  forsaken  you  to  give  you  strength  one  more  time  .   so  maybe  you're  reckless  .  GRIEVING   .   trying  to  erase  memories  of  your  comrade's  tears  falling  from  THE  PAIN  that  your  heal  simply  cannot  take  AWAY  .   )

             ❛     little  owl   ,     ❜     she  muses  GENTLY  ,   turning  over  to  face  the  other   (     you  hate  what  these  people  do  to  you  .  you  were  supposed  to  be  better  .  be  STRONGER  .   but  you're  still  found  a  mess  ,   when  you  save  them  ,   when  you  cannot  ;  even  when  you  swore  to  yourself  you  didn't  care  .  when  you  KNEW  you  shouldn't  .  when  it  just  made  things  messier   .  worse   .   )  and  squeezes  his  hand  that  RESTS  on  top  of  the  bed  with  her  own  .   bottom  lip  juts  out  into  a  GENTLE  POUT  ,   eyebrows  knitting  together  as  she  looks  at  SOVA  with  WORRY   all  but  painted  on  her  features  .          ❛       please  ,   i  just   ---  i  need  to  know  you're  okay   .     ❜     

                   @dimensionalspades          ♥      angsty  starter  call  .

[thoroughfvre]

closed starter for @malboraslihan based on song 13 on my spotify wrapped . . . !

" and i can't let go when something's broken . . . it's all I know and it's all i want now . "

[d1rect0r]

a closed starter for @svgarcvbes !

❝  let me guess.  ❞ she speaks at once, her heel clicking against the marble floor for the final time as her movements come to a halt. there is, after all, no reason to continue moving and mingling when you've found the person you wanted to find in the first place. speaking of which; despite remaining as still as a statue otherwise, cressida turns her head to observe none other than the famed finnick odair. her eyes regard him with care, ready to notice any visible sign of discomfort, no matter how tiny its crack might be. something rises inside her throat when her search leaves her empty-handed ( it's both a relief & a tragedy ), but this is not the moment to unpack all that therefore, she chooses the easy path of continuing this encounter. cressida draws the focus of her gaze away from the young victor, back into the restless crowd of partygoers ( some of whom, once realizing who her conversational partner is, regard her with envy ). ❝  it's been a lot of———  ❞ her lips purse, as if deep in her thoughts, as if she's turning her brain upside down in search of the correct answer. ❝  ———starstruck fans trying to express their adoration.  ❞ a fair assumption, given finnick's popularity in the capitol. ❝  or people asking about mags' whereabouts.  ❞ for all their efforts to appear unique, people attending these sort of gatherings were terribly predictable. she doesn't quite turn to face him again, though her left eyebrow rises—a challenge, a dare, to prove her wrong— and the corners of her mouth curve upward into an amused smile.

[malikselfindulgence]

Worsties of all time I need them grinded to fine dust and then inhaled by a whale

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[viaetor]

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜ (from kazuha!)

ㅤㅤㅤ @maquiscursedㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤDIALOGUE PROMPTSㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤclosed!

ㅤㅤto some, the traveller was a stoic, almost legendary figure. they’d describe him as heroic and noble, even when all he did was follow his own whims, doing whatever he deemed suitable. an experienced adventurer, capable of aiding anyone in need, storytellers would claim. to others, he was just greedy for treasures, be they golden in riches or new knowledge; straightforward, pragmatic and sincere. worldwide bards would sing him as a friend of gods, believers and rebels alike, who always wore a contained smile on a golden expression. calm, composed, and proper, he almost never lost his cool or sight of his goals.

ㅤㅤcertainly, there were many ways and motives one could paint for aether’s disposition throughout his countless adventures in teyvat. none of those would describe him as easily flustered and sappy, however. perhaps they simply hadn’t seen him around a certain poet whose verses may have enamoured him a tad too much. blame his warrior spirit for adoring his pretty face and soothing words.

ㅤㅤso you see, the outlander’s heart was beating fast, his cheeks flared a purplish hue of embarrassment and by the gods, it was so incredibly hard for him to think straight in this situation. but well, could anyone blame him, really? it wasn’t every day you’d find a sleepy-drunk kazuha kaedehara resting his head on the traveller’s chest. after having suddenly embraced him once his sake cup was emptied, no less. kazuha was so open about it, too, playing with golden braided hair while his warm breath tickled on tanned skin as if there was no one else in that inazuman bar but the two of them. what an adorable handful—ahem. focus, aether.

ㅤㅤhe let kazuha lay on his chest, waving to the curious waitress passing by that everything was fine. a mental note was safely stored in his mind, though: if a drink mixed alcohol and juice together, then it should be kept far away from the samurai. your heart is beating so fast right now, he said once more, giggly. aether patted him on the back, abashed of such truth, but glad enough that the wanderer wouldn’t remember his bashful face in the morning.

ㅤㅤ“it is, isn’t it? i know what that means.” he said, gently hooking his chin so their eyes would meet. then, a boop on his nose. “no more drinks for you. come on, i’ll walk you to the crux’s lodges.”

ㅤㅤyou’re the one making it beat so fast, you sly samurai.

[bookwyrminspiration]

changed my ao3 username shaking and crying and weak in the knees

[sureford]

who: @ofconnell​ what: *spider-man pointing meme* where: dealer’s choice ! j somewhere public :elmosmile:​

all things considered, ford could’ve done a better job at keeping track of where all his siblings had ended up. in their twenties, they liked to consider themselves untethered -- free to live some kind of boho lifestyle while writing wherever they were needed. bangor for king, los angeles for discount vincent price, and all cities in between for various others. it hadn’t paid the bills. looking back on it, it wasn’t worth it. while some neat stories had arisen, ford had gone largely a decade with as minimal contact with family as he could have. all for what ? a dreamer’s dream.  the reality now ? they knew only select details about each sibling. tom was in chicago doing some lab work -- he was who ford knew most about. they were pretty sure their older sister was doing some business stuff, younger sister doing some stem stuff... maybe... and will ? the boy with the heart ten sizes too big ? wherever he ended up, ford trusted that he was doing well for himself. he always seemed to land on his feet, for his nature -- the nature that stemmed from a heart being ten sizes too big -- just had that effect. but it appeared that ford needn’t question his whereabouts any longer. ford wouldn’t say they were particularly lucky, ford wouldn’t say they were particularly unlucky, but wouldn’t you have it ? lady luck was coming out to play ! moseying over, trying to really suss him out just to make sure they didn’t wind up acting like they were looking for a grand reunion with a complete stranger ( ...not that that had stopped them before... ), a good head-on look ? ...they believed their suspicion was confirmed. but the final test ? name ! “ will ? william [middlename] o’connell ? ”

[gyujeongfmd]

starter for @fmdxsuji / gold star buildings

each room shuffles into a new cacophony of different notes smashed together, and the jarred contradiction of melodies that bleed through the speaker. everyone’s a casualty, and he’s the perpetrator when each mix comes from the depths of his hard drive. 

that doesn’t alleviate his duties, though.

responsibilities a dozen, or at least, that’s what his manager berates when he’s finished the final touches of his own group’s mixing, swooping up his almost-melted americano sitting pretty on his desk. he grabs his beanie from the table, grabs his phone before shoving it down his pockets and making it past the door into the next lit room.

equinox on duty, and he finds home in the worn-out chair sitting by the desk. taking another sip of his coffee, he’s walked in mid-break. “hey.” he swivels his chair around, tipping his chin up. doesn’t know why, nor does he know if their relatively foreign dynamic warrants any conversations — but yet, he buys into passing time any way he can. “recordings for feel my rhythm going well? i’ve been focused on platinum’s shit i haven’t had time to listen to the different cuts of your groups.”

[swtsours-a]

“   after   all   this   time   ?   really   ?   ”

[hopelied]

@poisondapples ♔ starter.

At first, Makoto wondered if he'd somehow ended up at the wrong room. Hope's Peak was an easy place to get lost in, after all, and the sounds coming from what he thought was the music room were, well... Not exactly what he expected when looking for the one known as the Ultimate Musician. Tsumiki did say that her classmate's musical style was... Interesting... but wow. Still, despite his initial shock, if this truly was the music of Ibuki Mioda, then he would gladly accept it as the anthem of despair!

After he got her on his side, of course. The first and most difficult step.

He pushed open the door gently, and sure enough, there she was, in all her wild glory. Their eyes meet, and he feigns a look of surprise, lifting his hands in front of him as if in surrender. "Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't meant to interrupt you!" He sputters in his best apologetic voice. "It's just that... I heard your music, and..."

"It's so cool! Like, REALLY cool! Even if you're just practicing, I can already see why you were chosen as the Ultimate Musician!" He may not look like the type to be into rock music, but she should know that looks can be deceiving, right? He'll just act like an enthusiastic junior for now and hope his excitement would get him on her good side. Especially since, at least according to Tsumiki, it seemed her classmates weren't nearly as thrilled by it...

"You must be really popular with your class, huh?"

[karda]

hey, what's your paypal? i'd like to give $5 if i can (it's all i can really give right now, and that doesn't feel like enough to warrant a commission)

my ko-fi is ko-fi.com/karda if u rlly want to, i didnt link it in the post bc i feel weird not offering anything with this kind of situation.. i appreciate it though, thank you :]

[everhearts]

@maimedaffair​ [ FINN ]: asked for a starter from QUINN.

❛❛  DON’T stop whatever you were doing on my account. ❜❜ the blonde had gone to the auditorium during her spare period with the intention to work on their most recent assignment for glee club. what she hadn’t expected was to find it occupied, and by none other than finn. she re-positioned the box of sheet music under her arm to make it more comfortable, then offered the male a sweet smile. this was the first time they’d been alone in a room for quite a while, and the blonde was determined not to make it tense or awkward. at least, as much as she could help it given his naturally awkward nature. she wasn’t completely certain where they stood, but the least she could do was be a bigger person and relinquish the space since he’d gotten there first. ❛❛ i can come back after school. ❜❜