#I've been in a funk lately...

[comingyourlugubriousness]

°˖✧ "A happily ever after… I’ll make sure that's our future!"✧˖°

Yume's (He/They) Groovy for Ghost marriage! I've been working on this for awhile, I really like how the background came out.

Yume voicelines under the cut:

Summon: Me, a blushing bride?! How embarrassing…

Groovy: A happily ever after… I’ll make sure that's our future!

Set Home: Tch, I won’t let her just do as she pleases…

Home Idle: “Ghost are incorporeal and undead so even if one manages to defeat their physical form they will eventually reapparate.” …That doesn’t tell how to punch one in the face…HM! Oh sorry, just looking something up on my phone!

Idle 2: *groan* I don’t know if I can do this…I feel sick to my stomach…where’s Yuuta? *grumbling* I need that “love” potion of his and make it a double…

Idle 3: Sam lent me this dress. He said it was made by a mage whose fiance died before they could wed. It supposedly protects you from negative auras, which ghosts get their power from.

Idle Groovy: I don’t have much experience, but I don’t think love should be this complicated…

Home Login: Forcing someone into marriage…what part of that is romantic?

Tap: This dress shows off more than I’m comfortable with…ah well…I’ll try not to focus on it…they need my help-!

Tap 2: Love…is a complex topic to talk about…there are so many types and it's different for everyone how they express it…

Tap 3: My brothers told me about the different types of love languages, they said to "work on my physical touch towards certain people”, while making weird faces. What is that about?

Tap 4: Ha! I swung my bouquet like a baseball bat and Ace looked at me like I was crazy! Ahaha!

Tap 5: Huh…you keep staring at me, do I look strange? I know…this isn’t usually the type of outfit I wear.

Tap Groovy: Love and fate…some people think they're intertwined huh? It’s a sweet idea but…shouldn’t you try and put in some effort yourself…?

Duo Magic:

Yume: “Time for my favorite part of the game-!”

Idia: “Sudden death!”

[that-g3-artist]

Fierce deity

(Buy me a coffee? Sketch requests are open!)

[moontale-official]

IVIS' 2023 REFERENCE! Finally finished it hoh my god.

[sophapop]

Happy White Day!! 🤍🕊️

[chocodile]

An illustration of Bani, my cat who passed away at the beginning of March 2023. She was my best friend. I still miss her every day.

A little writeup/”poem”(?) about her last few years under the cut.

When Bani was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease in early 2020, I asked her to make it through the pandemic because it felt like the world was ending and I couldn't lose her, too. And she did.

When we moved to a new state in 2021, we asked her to make it for a while in the new house because I didn't want this happy new chapter of our lives to be tainted with such a painful loss so early on. I wanted the house to feel like our family’s house, not "the house without Bani." And she did.

When she had her first major health crisis in early summer 2022 at the same time I was trying to job hunt, I asked her to make it through me getting settled into the new job, because I was already feeling out of my depth and struggling with the adjustment and needed her support and love to keep strong. And she did.

When she was almost 18 in fall of 2022, we asked her to make it to 18, because I had been telling people for ages that my cat was "almost 18 years old" and I didn't want her to always be "almost 18 years old". I wanted to celebrate her birthday with her. And she did.

When we had plans to leave for Christmas at the end of 2022, we asked her to make it through until we got back, because it would be too impossibly sad for her to pass while we weren't here to be with her. And she did.

When my birthday was coming up in January 2023, I asked her to make it past my birthday, because I wanted to be with her on my birthday. And she did.

The winter has been long and hard and cold and miserable. Earlier this winter, before Christmas, Katie asked her to make it to March. I thought that March was a lot to ask of such an old cat. I wasn’t sure if she had that much juice left in her. I would understand if she didn’t.

But she did. At 18 years and 3 months old, she made it to March 2nd, 2023. But by then she was very old and very, very tired. Katie and I told her it was alright, she’d done enough and could rest now.

She passed away in my arms, on her favorite pillow, with Aunt Katie beside her, in bed, cozy and warm with a tummy full of cheese, just as she would have wanted.

[z3phyr4s]

the benefits of being a cult leader is you get to slay metaphorically and literally.

i'll see myself out.

(commissions open)

[tearlessrain]

seriously can catastrophes stop happening for five minutes my brain is already fried from the ones we're already experiencing

[mooodyblue]

Here's a request idea: Do you think you could write something with Elvis comforting his little in babyspace (maybe feeding her a bottle as well) when a bad thunderstorm hits and she's terrified? Just some fluff with him cuddling and comforting her and being protective? Thanks!

ty for the request 🫶🏼

wc: 644

masterlist

elvis sighed, hands on his hips as he looked outside the window. the sky was only getting darker and the wind began to pick up–a bad storm was on the way which meant a bad evening for you. you weren't very fond of thunderstorms, it was something about the loud clashes of thunder that always terrified you. he glanced over to you who was on the sofa, reading a book elvis had recommended to you a few days ago.

you knew what was coming, that feeling was swirling in your brain for the last hour or so. but you tried to keep yourself busy.

elvis knew of it too. he could tell by how quiet you were, how you were picking at your nails anxiously through pages and constantly moving your eyes out the window. he'd prepared himself ahead of time and had your things ready for when you did slip. he wandered over to you, softly putting a hand on your shoulder. “you alright?”

before you could answer, a clash of thunder roared from outside, startling you and causing you to shut your book quickly. you looked at him for a moment just as another clash came in, bringing your hands to your ears and curling up into a ball as you began to tremble. “you're alright,” elvis ran a hand across your back gently. “i’ve got you, honey. it's loud, ain't it?” you responded with a nod, refusing to bring your hands down from your ears. he held up a finger, gesturing for you to wait a second.

“no!” you immediately grabbed his wrist, preventing him from walking away. “s-stay. n-no go-”

elvis’s eyes softened, leaning over the couch and holding your hands in his. “daddy’s gonna be right back. i promise. bein’ my good, yittle baby, aren't ya? you just stay right there.” he pressed his lips against your forehead as he left to the kitchen–preparing a bottle of milk and honey just for you. he wasn't expecting you to drop that far today, but he loved being able to baby you.

you gasped as you watched him return with a bottle in his hand, holding out both your hands and reaching for it. “you wanna come hang out in daddy’s room for a bit?” he asked, grinning at you nodding excitedly as you jumped up from the sofa. he didn't hesitate to pick you up, carrying you up the steps to his bedroom as another round of thunder came from outside. you covered your ears again as elvis set you on his bed, “daddy’s gotcha, you're okay.”

with the two of you still in your pajamas–he turned his tv on to cartoons as background noise before getting into bed, pulling you up to his lap and letting you snuggle into him comfortably. he picked up the bottle he had set on the nightstand, bringing it to your lips. you held onto him tighter as it began to rain harder, hitting against the window roughly. “just a little rain, givin’ the plants outside a nice drink of water. it's all harmless, baby.” he reassured, rubbing your back.

you finished your bottle, hugging elvis as a thank you as he set it back on the nightstand. he pat you softly, “such a good baby. bein’ so big during this scary storm.” he cooed, getting a whine from you. “okay, okay. sorry, you're still my tiny baby.” he chuckled.

“sleepy.” you mumbled, shifting to rest your head on his chest–the gentle sound of his heartbeat filling your ears.

he hummed quietly, pushing your hair aside as he snaked an arm around you. “doze off for a little bit, the storm will be over and done with by the time you wake up.”

you looked up at him, “promise?”

he gave you a soft smile, “promise. i’ll be right here when you wake up.”

[rileys-battlecats]

I don’t know if anyone else has asked yet, but do we get to see the rest of the Sweetpea “hold my flower” meme now? Also I love your art and the story you’ve made, I want to hold Mudpaw and tell him how much I love him bc he needs to know that he’s deserving of love

oh my gosh YES I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

And thank you so much!! It's wonderful to see so many people enjoying the story!!

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Really starting to wonder if it's less that I'm a bad writer and more that my writing's just not engaging enough 🤷

[fungi-maestro]

GO GO GO GO GO GO!!!!!!!

[muzzlemouths]

posting this wip shot of a single foot to hold myself accountable and then maybe i'll actually finish it. so uh. woe, foot be upon ye

[cappycodeart]

GOT A NEW OC!! Did a trade with belnades-n-belmont for this cutie!! Don't got a name for em yet, but I've grown very attached, <3

[sir-buddy]

My workplace deadass just played a rock over of "Careless Whisper" on our music system.

I have the best job ever.

[numbuh424]

"do you value your lives?"

cg redraw fun times

[iceicewifey]

the only thing stopping me from sharing the post about shay's stand is having to actually finish the art,,, jfnkjgbfg