#BUT !

[everythinghasbeenmadealready]

honestly writing essays is so fun except when it’s for school. it’s like u ripped all the excitement out of it and now i can’t connect two words together to save my live

[extragalaxtic-cosmos]

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[astronautmike-dexter]

ok but like............should I???????

[onlywrath]

Artist credit: THIS

I AM SORRY IT'S LATE WHERE I AM AND FORGOT TO PUT CREDIT. V.V MUCH SHAME.

[whatever-vi-is-thinking]

dear men,

please stop having middle parts with hair that just comes RIGHT past your ears. It doesn’t look good I’m so sorry you just look like Lord Farquad.

Yours Truly,

-Vi <3

[selkies-dreamworld]

No one has to know what we do ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

[whumper-whimsy]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Content: death (car accident), stalking, capture

Whumper had lost his Lover long ago.

A group of boys had been out partying and drinking one night and had decided to drive home while they couldn't even see straight.

Their truck had T-boned his boyfriend's little car, killing him instantly and leaving no more than a few bruises on the damned drinkers.

Whumper would have his revenge on the other guys when they finished their time in jail.

Since that night, Whumper has been mourning the loss of Lover. He visits their grave whenever he can, leaving fresh flowers and brushing the dirt from the headstone.

He avoids driving when he can, opting instead to make daily walks to places like Lover's favorite café and the park they met at. One morning at the café, he saw something that caught him off guard.

A man, maybe a few years younger than Whumper, sat alone at a corner booth. From his beautiful brown curls to his shining green eyes, he looked just like Lover.

Whumper had to force himself not to stare.

Morning after morning, Whumper went to the café and morning after morning, the man was there.

Whumper couldn't talk to him, could he? Every time he saw him, his heart rose with delight. That moment of relief when he saw his boyfriend, his true love safe— it almost made everything better again.

But then, he would remember that Lover was dead. He would never come back, and Whumper was alone.

Some days, however, it was easiest to pretend. What harm was it to imagine that Lover was okay again? Maybe just buying the stranger's coffee once in a while?

Two weeks into this habit, they summoned the courage to go sit by the stranger.

Whumper learned their their name— Whumpee. He learned that they were new to the city, fresh out of college. He learned their birthday, their star sign, their family's names, where they were from.

By the end of the month, they had filled a notebook. They knew everything about Whumpee, except one thing— their address.

So one day, Whumper followed them home. And the next day. It became another part of their routine.

The flowers at his boyfriend's grave begin to wilt.

Whumper needed Whumpee. He needed to hold his Lover again.

In conversation, Whumper would sometimes slip.

"You look nice today, Lover."

Whumpee would tilt his head in that adorable way, his curls bouncing with the motion. "Lover?"

"Ah, my apologies, Whumpee. To be true, I don't even know anybody by that name. Dumb mistake of mine." He would chuckle.

Whumpee would smile understandingly, continuing their conversation.

Whumper loved Whumpee. All their nervous habits, their body language, the way they mispronounced certain words— it was adorable, and Whumper only wanted more.

He would have whumpee, no matter the cost.

Even if it meant sneaking into Whumpee's unlocked back door— obviously they shouldn't be living alone if they couldn't even lock their back door!— and scooping their sleeping form into his arms. He knew they were a light sleeper, so he carefully slid a chloroformed rag over the bottom half of their face. He carefully pulled them against his chest, sneaking him back home through shadowed alleys.

♡♡♡

Whumpee awoke in a different room, in different clothes, with their hair trimmed and their wrists cuffed to a bedpost. He sat up in a stir of panic, eyes flicking around the unfamillar room.

Whumper strolled in as if on cue, coming to a stop at the bed and lowering a tray of breakfast into Whumpee's lap. "Morning, Lover. You sleep good, hun?" The man smiled and kissed Whumpee's head. "Made you waffles and sausage, your favorite!"

"My name is Whumpee. I don't know who Lover is." Whumpee said firmly, given no response as Whumper cut the sausage link into slices. "And, I don't like sausage."

Whumper shook his head, his hand caressing Whumpee's cheek. "Come on, Lover," Whumper murmured, his voice sounding somewhat darker. "You love sausage."

Whumpee frowned, pushing the food away. "Whumper, I don't know what this is, but—"

Whumpee trailed off as Whumper's hand tightened around the knife, twisting to catch the light.

At Whumpee's silence, Whumper relaxed. "Good. I'm sure you'll remember your place in no time. Now come on, Lover. Eat."

[everythinghasbeenmadealready]

i need to study for exams when i should be theorizing and writing essays about byler. what do you mean i’m not okay i’m perfectly sane

[falled-over]

just heard someone say that 'brain rot' content is 'leftist'. ok. i was gonna. never mind man just ok ill leave it there

[yakkitylylac]

PART OF YOUR WORLD IS SO SILVIA CORE YELLS AND TEARS OUT MY HAIR

[rubydubsnuby]

Smiling friends ending....

[tallbluelady]

✿: Which one act in your muse’s past are they most ashamed of? Which one act in their past are they most proud of? For Miranda :3c

Honestly, Miranda is ashamed that Zurvan was captured by the Allagans and then taken to Azyz Lla. Like, I don't know why exactly she feels so responsible for it yet, but it is one of the driving forces that lead her to Allag.

Though she wouldn't admit it, the thing that gave her the most pride during her time in Allag was impressing Prospero with her quick drafting skills.

Thanks for the ask!

[squishious]

sometimes i lose important things like my keys or wallet and i think nothing of it and have blind faith they will apear in 3 to 5 business days. and they do. and then i lose stupid shit like my sunglasses or a pair of bangles and i go batshit crazy and tear the house down and cant hold a single other thought.

[zombirps]

DOODLE DUMP FROM THE OLD BLOG

figured id dump a lot of my old characters/art i liked here

[someoneelsemaybe]

Hear me out: a pokemon anime but instead of the ten year olds or teenagers it’s just people in their 80s. Some of them are trying to figure out the newfangled things. Some of them are in wheelchairs. Some of them have dietary restrictions. There’s like two grandkids who appear sometimes but they’re in their 20s-30s and work in a coffee shop. The layers of depth that can come from having experienced people go through these new things instead of inexperienced people having this be their whole life. The diversity too; age hits people so differently. Seeing the struggles that come from navigating the world when it has left them behind. Seeing their lives from before they met eachother be slowly revealed. But with pokemon.

[williamprattz]

walk with me here but there the same ship