#I LOVE YOUR WORK!!! ♥♥♥

[sigelfire]

Sorry, but after reblogging this post of @jake-and-amy-are-married I was in deep need of posting the last gif on repeat...

+ bigger size bonus (sooo beautiful!!)

[sysig]

You don’t get to pick your own nickname, Spamton, that’s like the whole point (Patreon)

[vilsoo]

girl i want a bf who's also obsessed with the same things as me 🥺 the last guy i was talking to was making fun of me and shi- calling me childish like ??? fuck off dude 😭😭

yeah males are so… incompetent and stupid nowadays 😬 my best advice rn is to not even THINK of looking for a bf/a relationship rn, they’ll always come to YOU. that’s how i started dating my man, i fr had my whole life and future planned out until he came out of nowhere in my life and pursued me. the man should always be chasing you, not you chasing them. and i still hate men LMAOOO like i have this mindset where you always treat them like a loaded gun just bc they’re all “nice” and “lovely” when in reality they’re all trash and they’ll betray you in the most brutal ways. i’m not even exaggerating at all. relationships aren’t sadly the fairy tale that i’ve dreamed about when i was in high school, cuz most men don’t even understand how to love and only tolerance. i’d also like to say, stay toxic <33 my man loves me more every damn day and i ALWAYS make his pockets hurt.

[paigemathews]

abi’s hundred two hundred and fifty follower celebration: choose your three favorite charmed ships | paige matthews & henry mitchell

they are so underappreciated. it’s bets and movie nights and realizing that you know her absolutely ridiculous popcorn order. it’s the banter and playfulness as you realize that love doesn’t have to uproot your world, it’s about growing roots. it’s about understanding what it’s like to be on your own in a cold world, without anyone by your corner. healing and learning to be vulnerable and to love and building a family between yourselves.

[mythvoiced]

it's five o'clock in the evening when the video call comes through from lí chényǔ's number --- though the moment the camera turns on, it becomes immediately obvious that the man himself isn't the one placing the call. wendy's face mostly fills the screen, her eyes wide with concern, gaze flitting side to side as if she's attempting to be sneaky. she carefully ( pointedly ) adjusts the angle of the camera just right, such that the patch of damp, discolored plaster ( and the black mold splotched across it ) in the corner of the ceiling comes into view. all the rain has set it to leaking again; even as she videos it, several drops of water fall and land on the cluttered floor beneath, soaking into some ratty old towels that have long since ceased to serve their purpose in keeping what little free floor space there is dry.

in the background, a tv is playing faintly --- by the sound of it, a game show from the mainland. chopsticks clink against a bowl --- michael. wendy glances over at him where he sits next to her on the cramped bottom bunk, then back to the camera. the rain pounds against the single-pane glass; the wind rattles the window in its frame, whistling around the nonexistent weatherstripping. someone coughs as if they're drowning in their own lungs --- lí chényǔ. wendy's face falls, and she surreptitiously tilts the camera just enough to capture the scene.

lí chényǔ sits hunched on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a heavy comforter, a thermometer hanging from the corner of his mouth. his head rests heavily in one hand, a smouldering cigarette perched precariously between his fingers; even from this angle, the unhealthy flush on his cheeks is obvious. the thermometer beeps, and he scrutinizes it, expressionless.

"gēge," wendy asks, "what's it say ?"

"méishénme," lí chényǔ replies hoarsely, with a dismissive wave of his hand. he turns away from his younger siblings, then sneezes violently twice, unable to stop himself from groaning faintly in discomfort afterwards.

michael glances over at wendy, then takes advantage of lí chényǔ's distraction while searching for tissues to snatch the thermometer away from him. "chénchén, why's your temperature 103 ?" he asks worriedly, reaching out rub lí chényǔ's back when his big brother starts coughing again. "you're sick, please don't go play tonight, look how bad the weather is !"

"i won't be long," lí chényǔ whispers in mandarin ( it seems to hurt him to talk. ) "i just ... need to make enough to buy something so i won't cough all night and keep you both up. you have school tomorrow." there's a beat; lí chényǔ sniffles miserably, then turns to wendy. "wénxīn, i need my phone --- "

the video cuts off abruptly. and then ---

[ text to / 徐文哲 ]: its wendy he says hes going to busk at union square when the rain stops. winnie gege what do i do 😭 chenchen is so sick and im scared 😭😭

[ for wenzhe, from lí chényǔ / @xiianxias ! ]

@xiianxias | annabel & lcy rip len's heart apart hours~

There's a lot Wenzhe associates Lí ChénYǔ to. Mostly things he doesn't want to speak out loud because they're romantic and flowery, dreamy and ridiculous. Certain hands and caresses of a musician, little habits and that contrasting cigarette, the tenderness of a good man coupled with the harshness of the world sitting on his back.

Eyes with enough in them to fill the basin of the sea stretching between this coast and the mainland. Tentative speech and the intelligence hiding behind the language barrier, broad shoulders nearly solely in the metaphorical sense because if his sleeves slip his arms are thin, a brother and father both, someone a thousand times better than Wenzhe will ever be without ever asking to be considered anything more than just capable enough to be allowed to continue being capable, that little smile and the Mandarin Wenzhe mouths after him and pretends it's not to imitate his lips.

Enough to get lost about, enough to lose focus during classes, enough to stop at corners and create connections between a busker he's not and the music he plays, between a drugstore and that terrible cough, between a restaurant and warm food he'd like his siblings to taste.

A whole lot of things.

He often forgets this part.

The cough. The look in those basins of the sea. The siblings. The hope. Careful. The sense of responsibility. The weight on those shoulders.

Wenzhe thinks of the beautiful man and the notes of one of the saddest instruments the world has created and too often doesn't associate its solemnity to its player.

Wenzhe almost walks into a pole.

In and out of a campus café where he works on his way back home, the food there isn't glamorous or gourmet, or even fresh at this hour, but it's soft and pastry, it's sweet, it's never as high-class as all Vienna has to offer in terms of chocolate and desserts, but it fills the stomach and makes sweet-tooth's sigh. Wenzhe doesn't quite know how to ask 'is it all right' and 'what do you like', so he forewent the mortification and just bought the damn thing.

If Lí ChénYǔ likes it, good, if he doesn't, mark it down for next time.

Now it feels heavy in his hands.

The call cuts too abruptly. He'd been too focused on not frowning at his screen, on ignoring the pain of slamming his shoulder into the pole to narrowly avoid it, on wrapping his mouth around the first syllables of 'what's wrong did something happen-' before Wendy beats him too it and knocks the words back off his tongue.

He tries not to panic. And almost sways with the relief at getting a text.

He didn't know what his brain had computed could have happened between Lí ChénYǔ's cough, Mandarin he doesn't understand, and Wendy suddenly disappearing off his screen. But if his heart races any faster, he'll lose it and his hair within the next 24 hours.

[ unsent text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] i'm on my way, tell him if he tries to go out i'll

He halts in his power-walk and nearly slams into someone.

He'll what, exactly. They're not that close. Or… are they? No, they are. But… he'll what. What could he hold against him?

What can you hold against someone you want to give the world to?

He slams his phone onto his forehead and tries again.

[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] i'm on my way, once i'm there i'll figure out how to help him, okay? thank you for calling me.

A frown.

[ text to | 😖😵‍💫🥺 ] you did well! always call me in situations like these, okay?

Or maybe… not?

He's jogging by the time he's decided he'll overthink it later, and by the time the alley's in sight, and his phone is stuck to his ear, he'll figure he'll be put back in his place soon enough, if Wendy picks up.

[solannecontinuum]

Want you to make me feel, like I'm the only human in Hell....

oh no, cringe in the ULTRAKILL tag begins now.

To abridge it: I have casually enjoyed watching friends play UltraKill since last year. Then Sisterfart and co. learned of it through me and became SUPER autistic for it.

Then from there, the true Ultra Indoctrination begins via three very deep UltraKill dreams with Paracosm lore, mysterious V1, and even my own character being discovered ... including a segment where I was in love with V1 and got teased by Sisterfart for it.

Two days later.

SPEEDRAN AND P-RANKED MY HEART (AND ACED THE CHALLENGE.) ♡( ◡‿◡ )

Forget husbando, I have found the 4th Husband, and I am down for him BAD. Ever since the 30th of May, I've been having a BLAST drawing and illustrating V1 and myself and in general, including these which are my first proper illustrations of V1. Needless to say, ULTRAKILL is now one of my major interests!!!

REFERENCES USED: 1st illustration2nd illustration

[riftdancing]

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[whirling-fangs]

[ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare // from mamabira c:

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. // accepting!

A bead of sweat rolled down the little boy's forehead. His agitation was palpable, little quivers shaking his lips, as if he was trying to speak up. Trying to beg for something, someone to drag him out of his slumber.

He didn't immediately wake as that gentle hand came running across his cheek. His expression progressively softened, like her soothing motions were seeping into the dream and chasing the monsters away from it. By the time his eyes open, wide emeralds staring back into hers, he almost seemed peaceful.

"You came to save me..." He mumbled dreamily, struggling to tell the dream apart from reality. "The monster was going to eat me, but you scared it away..."

It had been a rather simple dream. Inosuke running across the forest, chased down by a beast whose jaws dripped with the blood of its previous victim. A beastly, monstruous creature, whose only distinctive feature was a set of gleaming eyes. Oddly human-looking, iridescent eyes. Just when the monster was about to catch up, Kotoha leapt down from a tree, holding a mighty branch in her hands. She let out a fierce cry, so fierce that it scared the beast into submission.

Inosuke found himself chuckling. The Kotoha from his dreams was a far cry from reality, but the result had been the same. She had saved him.

He closed his eyes again, dragging his head into her lap as she kneeled beside him. The present was slowly catching up with him, making him realize that perhaps the dream hadn't been so far-fetched – only their roles were reversed.

Reality had its own monster. One that he had to protect her from. He would soon resume the fight, face those prismatic eyes and rise to protect his mother from him...

...maybe in five minutes.

[heartfe1t]

@hearoic

   ❝    hey, ej! welcome to new york!   ❞    val greets ej with a bright grin, looking up at her long-time friend as she opens up the front door of her apartment, glad her suitemates are out or she'd be getting so many questions about the hot guy at the door.   ❝    i heard you wanted to check out nyu?   ❞    she goes to hug him, dodging his suitcase in the process and trying not to lock herself out at the same time.   ❝    i'm so excited to show you around!   ❞    whether that means college or just new york, college being the excuse he told his father, she's not sure, but she's down either way. it's been too long since she's gotten to see him in person. though- admittedly, it's only been a few months since summer's end...

[konveeart]

Iskars said “chaotic” and we agreed ✧˖°. Rooting-out-the-stakes year~

Who would have thought I finished it this time before the year’s end..! I wasn’t sure how to title the 2022 summary, a lot of things happened (and keep happening) that have me both in a state of wonder and stress (and excitement and fear- it’s all over the place). In the end I feel this is the best way to label it, as it was my major highlight.

I honestly thought there is no way I can fill this year’s summary but gave it a shot regardless. Super surprised there were works I wanted to include but didn’t..! My priority was to highlight the works that were the most emotionally-charged with memories of each month. (I think it’s the same pattern I followed last year :3)

::Quick Summary!

January: Loads of zine work, making merch for the first time★ || February: zine work vol.2  ||  March, April: Merch design vol.2 || May: Commissions, hand/shoulder therapy, healing time..~ || June: taking it easy, healing vol.2 + konvid || July, August, September: Pulling the weeds out {thank you♥} || October: Mostly traditional, somewhere in the sea... || November: learning & applying new things, heavy admin, kickstarter, back to physio (lol) || December: heavy-lifting in kickstarter & wind down with warmups, akiangel brainrot & doing stretches~

::Highlights: merch making⭐, perseverance🌱💧, be snail🐌🍀

Thank you for an amazing learning year..! Wishing you all the best for the coming one ♥✨💓

Fun facts:

in my illustration folder I only have 1 (one) illustration finished for 2022. New record?!

Starting in August I got heavy into visual-key (thanks catten~) and it was the only genre I listened to (thank you for the suggestions sush TT w TT♥♥♥) until November..!

At the time (Aug) I was also listening to “Time management for mortals” by Oliver Burkeman and I HIGHLY reccommend it. (I still haven’t finished it entirely, I take my time to listen to each episode and take notes as I go, but it’s really, really good...)

October was heavily traditional sketchbook filled but I happened to draw 3 times digitally so I combined those instead for the art summary. Figures intruding everywhere..!!

I re-read CSM in October because I saw an Akiangel zine and I thought “I want in..!”. I didn’t know this ship was a thing! It’s been doing some serious heavy-lifting for my mood the last couple months. I am obsessed.

I said I’ll take a sabbatical from zines in 2023 to work on my own. I lied. I AM A CLOWN.*

[embersign]

[sysig]

Goal: Be normal

Obstacle: Watching literally any interpretation of Treasure Island, apparently

[wildernesslaughtered]

@sadauroras asked ; i heard you crying. (from melissa <3 pre crash or s1 based maybe? )

jackie's head snaps toward the door at almost superhuman speed, straightening her spine and plastering on a plastic smile. (as if it hides her twitching nose or red rimmed eyes, as if it erases the nail marks along her forearms, as if it stops her from being perceived.) "mel, hi!" she chirps out. play the part, jackie. she forces a laugh, waving her hand dismissively as if mascara isn't actively running down her cheeks. "don't worry about it, it's nothing. did you get turned around? you're kind of far from the action."

[vilsoo]

*rolls out from under ur bed* jes bb u are supa hot and so is ur brain like pls i want to kiss it and thank it for being so smort

bella omgghh ?!,!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 ily ily ily ily omg ur literally one of my biggest supporters since our (tw:wattpiss) wattpad days PLSSSSSSS but im so happy to bless u with my creativity and my down bad brain rot for all the fandoms i’m in 🫶🏽 🥰

[mythvoiced]

@yaoogui | ♥

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More regrettable things have happened than Kazuma growing a second shadow in the shape of another man. Mishima Sen is a meticulous person, after all, a very valuable asset to have.

One completely gone past beyond salvation at this point, but Kazuma would be the first sinner to hide his stone and something something something.

Where Sen excels in his passions, Kazuma excels in befriending the right people.

Is Sen a 'right people'?

A deadpan, distantly focused stare that suggests he's debating exactly that. An unorthodox turnaround for a friendship - meeting online has made it into the norm in this godforsaken century, but Kazuma can't quite tell if a regular friendship smells this much like death and neglect towards recognizing others as... well, others.

And not means to an end.

Or subjects for art.

Then again...

Kazuma isn't particularly prideful. He's efficient. It's not about pride, it's about learning how to do this to be able to do this should he ever need it.

"You know, I'm just trying to get it to work normally," Kazuma vocalizes, "not to commit a felony. That doesn't sound particularly legal what you just described there."

It does sound useful, though.

And really, Kazuma doesn't judge. If anything, good to know. He puts the tools down on his momentary workstation and scoots out of the way... slightly.

He intends to hover.

"Show me how to do it, while you're at it."

[crazy-walls]

🤩💖😮🤯 & 😍 for the end of year ask game? 💕

🤩 What’s your favorite fic you posted this year? - apparently I’ve only posted 2 fics + fic updates for Trigger this year so my favourite fic was Bubbles because that was fun once I disregarded some of my phrasing/word choice concerns! (as for updates I guess chapter 12 of Trigger because that bar scene is one of my favourites in this whole fic)

💖 Was there a comment or another piece of feedback that made you feel all the warm and fuzzies? - really can’t pinpoint a specific comment but as you might just maaaybe be somewhat aware of, there’s someone who’s been sending me lovely and detailed comments via email (and also leaving long comments after uploading) that make me very very very happy and motivated every time 🥰😘 generally, those comments where someone writes their reaction as they read are just so fun because they let me see my story from an outside perspective for a little bit ^^

😮 What surprised you this year? Was it reception to a certain fic? A direction change in one of your stories? - I am surprised about the trouble i’m having with finishing Trigger - i had this ending all sorted out (I thought) but now i’m overthinking and rearranging and despairing every time i even so much as think about the plot until the end and I am so fucking indecisive as to how exactly to go on and how to finish this story in a way that makes sense and feels satisfying to me

🤯 What’s the coolest thing you learned researching for a fic? - uhhhh I I looked up drug prices around 2010 and it was just really interesting to see how much it differs depending on the city and how much more expensive it’s gotten. also that Colombian cocaine is apparently some of the most expensive coke because it used to be the best one back in the 80s or so, that’s info I got from Agustín ^^

😍 What’s one of your favorite lines or exchanges you wrote this year?  - the first one that came to mind was this one from Damned If I Do Ya

„Wenn du mir noch ein Mal die Decke klaust, schuldest du mir morgen früh noch ‘nen Blowjob.“ „Wenn ich dir noch ein Mal die Decke klaue“, murmelte Skinny und schlang einen Arm um sein Kissen, „darfst du mich morgen früh vögeln.“ Entgeistert starrte Dylan in Skinnys Richtung, konnte sein Gesicht in der Dunkelheit jedoch nicht ausmachen, und versuchte, sich gar nicht erst vorzustellen wir es wäre, wenn – Er war schon wieder halb hart. Scheiße.

fanfic writer 2022 wrapped ask game